Hey! I'm back! And before y'all scream at me, I have an excuse for the lateness! Two, actually!

First Excuse: Not a lot of free time.

Second Excuse: I was gone for an entire week at Girl's Camp.

There. Those are my excuses. So what has been three weeks for you has only been two weeks for me. So there. Legitimate excuses. I'm also updating this at 1:48 Am for y'all, even though my body says to do otherwise. I could've put it off until tomorrow, but I didn't. So there.

Answering time now.

SilentAngel33: Yup. Speed it up and it'll be great.

Jack905: Yup. Yup.

ADutchMarine: Really, really sorry for updating so late, 'cause I know how much you like my story (well, at least that's what you told me), but life likes to do funky things to free time.

Lavakey: Why thank you! That's actually really great to hear, because I'm trying really hard to make it as original as possible and not cliché.

slayer911: Heh heh. I have a feeling you're not going to like the ending of this chapter very much. And yes! This is very long! Over ten pages long! And I think Emily would be considered an anti-hero (learned that term literally last week). And I do read through my chapters. Several times, actually. Maybe not as thoroughly as I could, but I do. If ya' spot any grammar mistakes, you can point them out to me and I'll be happy to fix it. After all, I am only one person and most of my chapters are written between 12:00-3:30 AM so yeah... there'll probably be a few things that I'll miss. Kinda like an email. No matter how many times you read through it, you'll always find a mistake right after you send it.

Guest star: Thank you!

Sydney: Shizzle... I'll have to have Emily use that sometime.

AprilArtemiskk:

1. Oh yeah. That thing in the beginning... heh heh. I know that seemed a bit random, but I have a reason for it. I have a possible sequel in mind, and believe me. That 'trashy'scene will be important.

2. LIFE COMPLETION!

3. Why are the polar bear and weasel not arrested yet? The same reasons Emily and Mr. Big aren't. They don't go walking into cops every day, after all. They have ways to avoid them. And actually, Duke WAS arrested by the police by Judy in the actual movie, but was released a few days after. Even though Chief Bozo described him as a 'master criminal'.

And yes, Emily was a bit cold towards him, I'll admit. But I was getting worried that Emily was getting to friendly towards people. And I also needed to give her some flaws (because one of the main components of an OC are the flaws). I decided to make Emily a bit... selfish at times (whether she realizes it or not). Nobody taught her how to say 'please' or 'thank you'. Nobody showed her how to be polite. Heck, her motto is 'Look out for number one'. And there's also phycology that plays into it (did I spell that right?). The reason she doesn't act that way toward Jake is because she met him in a very mentally unstable state. She was desperate for someone to rely on and take care of her (because really, she's still just a kid). Her mental guards were down when she made friends with Jake. When she met Clawhauser, she was extremely cautious and wary. Her mental guards were up, and it confused her that Clawhauser was being so nice. If Clawhauser was nice at the same time she met Jake, she would have been relieved and welcomed it whole-heartedly. But at that point, she was physically and mentally exhausted. She was just thrown out of a car and jumped into a river, in which she floated down completely alone and devoid of help. One would think that that would make her accepting towards Clawhauser, but she already had someone she trusted: Jake. And when she woke up, she learned that she was in the hands of an officer who currently had possession of a tazer. There's also her reliance on Clawhauser. She's completely vulnerable. He can turn on her at any time and there's nothing she can do about it. At least with Jake, she could run. Emily knows places she could hide. But at Clawhauser's, Emily is completely reliant on him and his decisions. And that scares her. Whether she knows it or not, it scared her. Maybe if she lived away, where she wasn't confined in a small space 24/7, where she wasn't completely reliant and vulnerable, and where she could visit when it was convenient to her, things would be different. She would be grateful for the free donuts and find his bubbly demeanor exciting. But in the circumstances she's in (especially how she has to socialize with him way more than she has done with anyone else, which is overwhelming considering his personality), she's a bit on edge with him. But we do see that she did, in fact, begin to care for him. She was hurt when he 'betrayed' her, and that alone was an accomplishment.

DerpyNerd280: Lucky you. You reread everything the day before I updated. You don't have to wait like everybody else did!

IMPORTANT NOTE! PLEASE READ.

In chapter two, I changed Jake's dialogue slightly when he was talking about why he helped Emily. It's a bit important later on, so I figured y'all should be aware of it.

I wanted to groan. Scream. Curse my bad luck. But I didn't. I just forced a smile and nodded in greeting, "Hey Duke. Barny."

"Bernie, actually," the polar bear corrected.

"What are y'all doing here?" Duke said this like we were old friends who have not seen each other in years, "With Flopsy and that… traitor?"

"Nice to see you too, Duke," Nick waved.

"You… you know her?" Judy asked incredulously.

"Oh sure!" he answered, "We got very well acquainted. How's that arm, Mudder?"

"I can say the same to you, weasel."

"Thanks for asking! It's fine, really. The docs stitched me right up! Though… I am not too fond of the bill."

I shrugged, "Not much I can do about that. At least you got a doctor. Mine was a clumsy cheetah."

"Mine was a quack."

Bernie rolled his eyes and nudged his partner. Duke glared in his direction before proceeding, "Alright. Here's the cheese. Give it to us, and we'll hand her over to th' ZPD. We promise to take great care of her."

He said the word 'great' like one would say 'hate'. I visibly shuddered and stepped back, "N-no, its fine. Really. I'll just stay with these guys. I hear they got great back seats."

Judy eyed them suspiciously, "Why do you want her? We're going to turn her over to the ZPD anyway."

"Hey, we found her first. We just want the money."

"And a little payback," the polar bear growled as he cracked his knuckles.

I gulped and hopped back once again.

Surprisingly, Nick stepped in front of me, "Look, fellas. I know we all kinda' had a rocky past, but Code 9.81-Something-3-Whatever states that you cannot injure suspects or prisoners without reason. And I doubt you have a good reason."

"Oh, take a looksie here, Bernie. Seems like Nick went from Wilde to Milde."

"Nick? What are you doing?" Judy whispered.

He turned his back to the duo and hissed, "Look Carrots, you don't know these type of people like I do. Whatever they plan to do with her isn't going to be good. It can be from a few punches to a full out brawl, depending on… well. Darlin'," he turned to me, "do you know what ya' did to make them angry?"

I look back and winced, "I'm not totally sure, but I think I may have… stained their car?"

"Stained their car?"

"With blood."

"With blood," Nick repeated incredulously. Judy pinched the bridge (do bunnies have bridges?) of her nose, "Oh sweet cheese and crackers."

"You done with your chat over there? We're waiting."

Judy turned to them with a forced smile, "You know what? I think we will turn her in, thank you."

"And we will give you the reward money," Nick agreed.

The bear and weasel exchanged glances, "But how about our payback? We've got a score to settle."

I nodded to my leg, "I had to jump off a cliff and break my ankle to escape ya'. Isn't that enough?" I actually didn't know what was wrong with my ankle. I just said it for dramatic effect. I didn't even know if it was possible to break them in the first place. Isn't an ankle that little ball-y thing above your foot? I mean, it didn't look shattered, but…

Duke cut me off from my thinking, "It ain't our fault that you jumped. Just hand 'er over. You know what? We don't even have to give her to the ZPD. Once we're done we'll just hand her back to you."

"We only want to ruffle a few feathers. Promise not to hurt her that bad," Bernie explained, "And you can give us the reward money on the way back. Those medical bills don't pay themselves."

I was not very happy at the fact that I was being bartered like an object. But if I had to choose someone to go with, I'll have to go with Judy. I mean, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't hurt me. And I'm not sure how many more beatings I could take. Besides, Nick and Judy are short and weak. I can, I don't know, fall on top of them and roll away or something stupid like that. Judy would probably dart me, but the point is that you can't roll over a polar bear. A polar bear with sharp teeth and claws.

I shivered.

"It's illegal to perform in ruthless acts of violence," Judy stated, "You boys will get in more trouble than you already are."

Duke rolled his eyes, "Ha! Yeah right. Like anyone would believe that thing. T'was an act of self-defense. I'm trustin' you'll keep quiet about it, yeah?"

I shifted nervously. I hated it when conversations went downhill like this. And it didn't help that I was pretty much standing on one foot with my hands cuffed behind me. I could already feel my foot fall asleep.

I could hear Nick gulp, which surprised me. His face showed no signs of panic or fear. I tried to mimic his expression while he said, "Duke, old pal. How 'bout we just part ways? I'll take Wise back to headquarters and give you guys the reward. And you know what? I'll throw in a few extra bucks from my own pay. That'll make up for your score, right?"

"Nick, what are you doing?" Judy hissed.

Bernie tapped his chin, "And how much is a 'few extra bucks'?"

I grinned in relief. Nick knew what he was doing. He was playing the game of business, right in my element. I'm not sure where he learned to talk like that, but he was doing it. And he was doing it perfectly. His lazed gaze, the relaxed posture, and not specifying anything too much. Bernie and Duke saw this too. They saw the game he was playing. A game they all knew how to play well.

But then, of course, Judy stepped in. "Nick! We don't have to pay anything! They would be lucky if they get any money at all!" the polar bear growled while the rest of us gaped, "And no, we're not going to just 'let you' break a law!" she let go of me and stepped forward, "By the Zootopia Police Department, if you dare to threaten us, barter with us, or even negotiate with us, I can and will have you arrested. So, if I were you, I would get out of our way and in turn, I will not press charges." Judy smirked, confident she won. Nick hid his face behind his hand, and I hid behind Nick.

The polar bear blinked a few times before asking, "So, do you wanna', like, take them out and blame it on the Mudder?"

"No, you know I can't stomach murdering, Bernie. I have standards," Duke answered, "I say we take 'em to those other people. We won't get as much money, but we'll get to settle our score and we won't have to deal with this."

They began to advance. Judy fumbled for her dart gun and aimed, "Stay back! You have no authority to—"

"Is that loaded?" Duke asked.

Judy furrowed her brows in confusion and looked. While she did that Duke lunged. "Judy!" Nick cried, but was a moment too late. He knocked the gun out of her hands and she stumbled to the ground. Nick rushed over and tried to help her up, "C'mon, fellas. You know Carrots here didn't mean any of that. Sh-she was just joking!"

"Yeah, yeah," Bernie rolled his eyes, "And I'm Santa Claws."

I took this opportunity to escape and tried to go out the way we came, only to find that the door was locked from the inside. So instead I tried to go up the fire escape. I took about three steps before collapsing in a cry of pain.

After my vision cleared, I looked over and saw Bernie holding Judy and Nick. The Duke was now advancing on me. "There, there. We're not gonna' hurt ya'."

I growled and tried to kick at him. He easily dodged and jumped on top of me, holding the gun Judy dropped. "Alright. What should we do now?"

Bernie swiped Nick's gun from his hostler and shrugged, "I dunno. Your car is too small to fit all of us. I mean, we could put 'em in the trunk, but you know what happened last time."

"Say…" Duke wondered with a grin, "Don't you coppers have a car?"

Nick narrowed his eyes, "You stay away from our baby."

Bernie shrugged and pulled the keys from his back pocket, "What was that you said? You heard they had great backseats?"

"W-well, when the competition is a bloodied trunk, it's hard to lose," I tried to backtrack.

Bernie dropped the two officers and Duke aimed the gun at them. The polar bear then sighed, pulled me to my feet, and punched me in the face. Before I even hit the ground, he swung at my stomach, knocking the air out of me.

I fell to the ground and gasped for breath. Black spots danced around the corners of my teary gaze, and I tasted something strange in my mouth. Something like expired salt or somethin'. In my dazed state, I brought my hand to my mouth to check. When it came back there was red.

Huh. Blood.

Musta' bit my tongue.

"I'll keep her down, you go lock the coppers up," Duke shouted, "Then come back. I don't think I can carry her all by myself."

I blinked slowly, only half-listening to the conversation above me. When I opened my eyes, the blurry silhouette of Bernie was gone. Along with the two officers. I didn't know where they were. Nor did I care. Heh. I wouldn't have minded if they all suddenly died. That would be funny. In a weird… ironic… way.

Once the ringing in my head stopped, I was able to focus more. I tried to get up, but didn't have the motivation to. So I lay on the ground like a slug.

Sweet cheesecakes. Polar bears can pack one heck of a punch.

I blinked again, but when I opened my eyes, Bernie was carrying me to a car. I hardly noticed when he cuffed one of my hands to Nick (they were no longer behind me at this point).

"There," Bernie nodded, "Simple solution to our two-cuffs-three-people problem."

I turned and saw that Nick's other wrist was cuffed to Judy's. 'It's like a six-legged race,' I thought, 'except with wrists.'

Or was it called a four-legged race? I wasn't sure.

I heard the car start up and begin to drive. I stared out the window, trying to clear the ringing in my head when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Nick, "Hey, um… you've got a little something… right under your nose… it's kinda' staining the car…"

I swiped my nose and found that it was bleeding. 'Huh. So I didn't bite my tongue. It was a bloody nose.'

Judy elbowed Nick and looked at me in concern (nicest look she ever gave me), "Are… you alright?"

The ringing in my head stopped at this point. I noticed that my ankle was throbbing with a new-found vengeance. I probably bumped it the wrong way throughout all the chaos.

I shrugged and turned the other way, not really wanting to talk.

We sat there for about five whole minutes in complete silence. And that's the time it took me to get my thoughts back together.

'Why are ya' just sittin' there? Get moving, Wise!'

I began to search the car for something to use. Through the glass window pane separating the cops and the outlaws I saw a half-empty water bottle. I knocked on the glass. Duke turned and opened it, "What is it?"

I cleared my throat before asking, "Hey Duke? C-can I have that water bottle? I w-want ta' clean myself up." I winced at my voice. It sounded raspy.

Duke looked at Bernie questionably. He shrugged, "Don't see why not. We don't want her to stain this car too."

Duke gave me the water bottle and I took it gratefully. "No funny business," he warned.

"Heaven forbid I g-get the seat wet."

Duke slammed the pane in my face and I instantly began to clean myself up. I poured water over my face and they wiped it with the bottom half of my shirt. I cleaned my hands, and with some afterthought, my cut on my shoulder (it split open a bit after everything). Then I drunk the rest.

With the newfound energy from the water, I instantly began to search around the car, but was stopped by a tug on my wrist. I looked up to see Nick and Judy staring at me. Heh. I almost forgot they were there.

"What are you doing?" Nick asked.

"Tryin' to save my but," I hissed.

"How?" Judy inquired.

I shrugged and looked under the seat, "I don't know. Never been in the back of a police car before."

It was true. Strangely enough, I was never taken to jail. I was either not worth the attention or was too hard to catch. Either way, I evaded the drive every time. I couldn't help but snicker.

"What's so funny?" Judy demanded.

"Oh… it's just ironic," seeing their blank expressions, I continued, "You know, just our situation." Nick and Judy exchanged glances and shrugged. I sighed. "It's just… whenever I pictured myself in a police car, I saw it with me in the back and two officers in the front. Not me in the back with the darned coppers and the outlaws in front."

"Oh…"

I groaned, "Look, you're the police here. You know more about this car than I do. Is there a way to escape or not?"

Judy shook her head, "This car is specifically made to keep mammals in. If there's an escape route, none of us would know it."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Well, that's a big help. Thanks a lot."

"What did you want me to say?" she demanded defensively.

"Somethin' helpful. Now shut up, I need to save myself again."

I knew I was being unnecessarily rude (it wasn't her fault that she didn't know the way out), but I was just feeling frustrated. And I was also tired from all the blood loss. And I'm not sure about you, but when you combine those two things together you get one very cranky person.

Nick scowled and pulled me back up by the wrist, "Alright, Miss Wise Cracks, lay off a bit, will ya'?"

I glared at him and pulled back, "Stop making puns about my name. I've heard 'em all before and I'm sick of it."

"Well then," he said, "Maybe you shouldn't have told us your last name, huh?"

I stood up on my seat and began to back up (the seat was surprisingly large), "How 'bout you get off your furred buts and help me out a bit, yeah?" I charged to the window and rammed my shoulder into it, hoping that'd it break. Unfortunately I used my bad shoulder and I just bounced right off. I lay on my seat, groaning. Okay, bad idea.

"Don't bother," Judy sighed, "Bullet proof glass."

"And we already tried breaking the glass while you were gone."

I got up and looked around, "There has to be something in here that can get us out. There's always something."

Judy got up on her seat and began to look around too, "Maybe we could use our handcuffs to break the windows?"

"What about your phones or whatever?" I asked, "Don't you guys have those?"

Nick held out his empty hands, "Bernie took 'em."

"Okay… But you're cops. Don't ya' have like, some sort of secret gadget for things like this?"

"You're thinking of spies."

I blinked, "Oh." I've always imagined cops to have some sort of invincibility. That's what it always looked like to me. I mean sure, not totally invincible, but like some sort of endless, faceless, unstoppable force that can be evaded or defeated, but just… keep on coming.

By the end of it, all three of us were on the ground searching for something useful. During that time I re-wrapped the bandages around my foot and my shoulder. Though the pain from the punches had somewhat numbed, I knew that they'll return with vengeance in the morning. I could already feel my face swelling up.

After searching the back of the car for about the… fifth? Sixth? Let's say seventh time, Nick finally moaned and collapsed on his seat, pulling me and Judy up. "What's the point? There's nothing here. And even if we did find a way to get out, what would we do then, huh? Jump out of the car?"

I snorted at that last statement, seeing how I almost did that six days ago.

"Oh what?" Nick demanded, "You think this is funny? Sorry to break it to you, Brainiac, but we're all stuck here because of you."

I narrowed my eyes at that. There was no way he was pinning all this on me, "Nuh-uh, man. You better back off. If there's anyone to blame, it's Miss Hopps over there."

"Me!?"

"Yes, you. Nick had it all unda' control, and then you just had ta' go off on your big, fancy speech about how 'big and mighty' you were and how you automatically had control over the situation. Well guess what? You didn't. And now we're stuck in the back of a police car to who knows where."

If I didn't know any better, I could've sworn I saw her fur turn red. She opened her mouth to defend herself when she stopped short. "You… don't know where we're going?"

We all paused for a moment there. There was a deathly silence and I felt my stomach sink. I don't know a lotta' things… like how to read efficiently, or how to do multiplication. I was used to being dumb. But there were some things that I happened to know a lot about. Like gangs or drug rings. So when it came to things like this, I always, always had at least an idea about what is going on. But here, the streets hadn't taken to kindly to me.

I… I hated not knowing these things. They're the only things I do know.

"I don't know."

Judy turned to Nick hopefully, "Officer Wilde?"

Nick shook his head, "Nope."

Judy rubbed her face with her free hand, "Cheese and crackers… where else could they possibly go without being caught? Who else would want you?"

"I dunno." I was really getting tired of not knowing thins. I tried to be more helpful, "It could be a crime boss… like Mr. Big or somethin'."

Judy seemed to have a smug look about her when she said the next few words, "We're friends with Mr. Big, so no."

I stared.

"Y-you're… friends with Mr. Big? The Mr. Big? The one I've been hearin' about?"

Officer Wilde nodded, "Yup. Carrots here is the godmother to his grandkid."

"Well… congratulations," I said.

"How do you know about Mr. Big?" Nick asked suddenly.

"Oh, um… you know…" I felt myself begin to sweat. I didn't like it when people poked into my life style. "J-j-just from, like, around."

The two officers stared at me, totally unconvinced. "Uh huh…"

"Can we just get back on topic? Who we goin' to?"

"Oh! Right, right," Judy smacked herself and said, "So we ruled out Mr. Big. It could be a crime boss, but they wouldn't have any real reason to keep her."

"Did you happen to piss anyone else off, sweetheart?" Nick asked. Judy covered her mouth and gasped, "Language, Nick!"

"…that's not really a 'language' word."

"I'll have to agree with fluffbut here," I said, "No swearing around the children, please."

"But I didn't…!"

I quickly interrupted before he could argue, "So back to the question, no, I did not make anyone else mad. Not really. The only guys I can think of are the cops and those drunk guys, but they wouldn't really remember me."

"So you were seen at the pub!" Judy cried triumphantly.

"…er, yeah. I guess." I wasn't so sure if that was a good idea to tell them that. Oh well. Can't do anything about that now.

The car went over a big bump and we all flew from our seats, landing on top of each other.

"Okay… ow, ow, ow. Nick, you're sitting on my ears."

"Jeez! Judy! You're rubbin' into my shoulder! I c-can and will stain your suit!"

"All of you! Off of my tail! Right now!"

We eventually untangled ourselves (it would have been faster if it wasn't for the hand cuffs). I grabbed at my shoulder and groaned. If I was going to escape, I needed to fix myself up.

I pulled up my foot and rested it on my knee. It was a bit uncomfortable, as I am not the most flexible person, but the sweatpants made it easier.

I already patched up my foot somewhat, but it still jiggled around too much. I tried rewrapping the bandages a few times, but that just made it worse. Finally, I sighed and turned to the two officers. I hated asking for help. "Do either of you idiots know how ta' fix my foot?"

And I wasn't too good at it either.

"Yes, but after that rude remark, I'm not so sure I want to," Judy quipped.

Especially from people I hated.

"What about you, Nick? Can't you wrap it up? It's hurting real bad."

The fox closed his eyes and leaned back into his seat, "I didn't pay attention to that class. Take it up with Judy."

I turned back to the bunny. She had the smuggest look on her face.

Alright. She wants to play rough, huh? Well guess what? I'm going to beat her game before it starts. It's not like help was going to come easy anyway.

I pretended to slump my shoulders in defeat, "Whatever. I'll just let it be like this."

Judy seemed a bit surprised by my reaction, but quickly regained her posture. "Oh! Uh… g-good! You'll just have to stay like that, I guess." I ignored her. "Just stay like that." Silence. "Forever."

I nodded and made a big show of placing my foot on the ground. But as soon as it touched, I doubled over and yelled out in pain. Judy was instantly on top of me, with Nick face planting on the floor behind her (just as planned). "Emily! Are you okay!"

"Oh jeez man…" I pretended to moan, "It hurts. Really bad."

"Okay… okay… oh dear… where does it hurt?"

I weakly pointed to my foot. Judy touched it and I yelped. There was pounding on the glass. I turned and saw the weasel, "Bernie says to shut up."

"Duke! Don't make me the bad guy here! You were complaining to!"

"Yeah, but you heard 'em first."

The glass closed and all we could hear was muffled arguing. Judy gulped and turned back to me, "Okay, Emily. I'm going to fix you up, but you're going have to be a bit quieter, alright?"

To be honest, I found the whole situation funny. She was trolling on me a few seconds ago, but now she was mothering all over me. She was too gullible for her own good. I felt a chuckle start to rise in my throat, but bit it down with a whimper instead. I nodded weakly.

"Okay… well, it actually looks pretty good… if I can bandage it right, you'll be able to walk on it… just not like, you know… very good…"

She started to wrap it up, and I made a big show of wincing and moaning. After she was done, Judy helped me sit up and asked if I was alright. I nodded, "Y-yeah… I'm good—"

I was cut off by laughter. Nick's laughter. We turned and saw him on his hands and knees clutching his stomach in silent laughter. "O-oh my gosh… haha… Carrots you actually… oh hehe!"

Judy looked confused. I glared at Nick, silently telling him to shut up. He only shook his head, "Oh, no way Wise Guy. I knew you were smart, but… hahaha!"

"Nick," Judy said slowly, "What are you laughing about?"

Officer Wilde shook his head and wiped tears from his eyes, "Some things never change. Judy, she just tricked you into fixing her foot."

There was a moment of tense silence. Until I punched the seat, "Dang you, Nick! Why couldn't you have kept quiet about it!?"

"'Cause nobody makes a fool out of Carrots, except me."

Judy took a step back from me, "You were lying?"

"Hey man, there was no other way to get my foot fixed."

"I just wanted you to say sorry!"

I rolled my eyes. Ha. Like I'm going to believe that. "Yeah right. Lying was the only way."

Judy turned to Nick angrily, "Why didn't you say something?" The fox shrugged, "We needed her foot fixed. I'm the one next to her, and I have no plans of becoming a tow truck."

Judy threw up her hands, "I was going to do it! I just wanted an apology!"

I covered my mouth to stifle a giggle. "An apology?" When I was little, my teachers taught me to say sorry whenever I did something bad. I tried to do that once when I accidently spilled milk on an older girl, but she tattled on me anyway. I only say sorry when I really mean it. And I definitely do not mean it. Besides, it's not like it'd help me out anyway.

"Yes, an apology. Didn't your mom ever teach you common courtesy?"

"Nope."

"Hey guys?" Nick asked.

"What do you mean, 'nope'?"

"I mean 'nope'."

"Guys?"

"Everyone learns it! It's common knowledge!"

"Hey, Lovebirds?" the fox asked again.

I tapped my skull, "Ain't no common knowledge in this mind. All knowledge in here is uncommon."

"So I guess you didn't learn 'please' and 'thank you' either?"

"GUYS!"

"WHAT!?" we screamed.

Nick pointed out the window, "We're here."

"Oh."

To be honest, I'm at a bit of a writers block for this. So I'm not so sure when I'll update again. I hardly have any of the next chapter done, so we'll just have to see what happens (also, I'm trying to start an Undertale AU. I'm working on a comic and everything. It's been consuming most of my nights).

So yeah. Be sure to check out the change in chapter two and to review! It's 2:38 and I STILL have to do 10 minutes of scripture study. Not to mention we're hosting a party tomorrow night. Ugh. Why am I still up? Anyways, leave a review if you liked this chapter/story. Goodnight.

Don't own Zootopia.