Sora and the World of Zootopia

The Case of the Missing Otter

Judy felt small and helpless (true to her size) as she sat with her hands locked in the orange chair of Chief Bogo's office with her ears down in disgrace. Sora, Donald and Goofy flanked her while standing up at the same time. The office itself was large behind a small door of blue glass with Chief Bogo's name written on it in gold, complete with medals, a map of Zootopia on the right side wall, three bookshelves and a forty-inch-wide desk made of maple wood. Reading from the red binder report in his right hand, the chief read from the glasses in his left.

"Abandoning your post, inciting a scurry, reckless endangerment to rodents..."

He placed the glasses down, his voice turning calm.

"And to be fair, you and your three volunteer workers did stop a master criminal from stealing two dozen moldy onions."

His right hand zipped open the bag, revealing what appeared to be autumn red onions with tan yellow tips. Judy knew better from her years as a farm girl, despite her objections that led to her becoming a police officer.

"I hate to disagree with you sir, but those aren't really onions. Those are a crocus variety called mendicampum holicifius, they're a Class С botanical, sir. Well, I grew up in a family where plant husbandry was kind of a thing—"

Chief Bogo's uninterested face only held the anger back from his external expressions, keeping it within his internal emotions before cutting Judy off in the middle of her "nerd mode".

"Shut your fucking mouth, now!"

The wind from his mouth blew a wind that wobbled Judy's ears and he slammed his left hand on the satchel, covering the contents. He threw it over to the left wall, not caring if any of the "invaluable" contents spilled out. Now it was Sora's turn to speak on Judy's behalf.

"Sir, we got the bad guy...and that's Judy's job! To catch criminals, finding clues, rescuing people in distress and solving mysteries."

"Which is one of the things we often do on our travels," Donald added, raising his right index finger to the ceiling.

"There is a reason why I gave Hopps this position," the chief interjected.

Judy slumped in the chair, wanting to admit it herself.

"I know, because I'm small and you want to leave all the hard work to the larger, more professional guys and gals who tend to overlook my size. Today, when I finally do some actual police work, I should be given a medal for my service, even if the materials were invaluable. So that should also be my job as well!"

"Your job," the chief's right index finger pounded the table at each word. "Is putting tickets on parked cars!"

A beep from the intercom infuriated him further. The voice was from Clawhauser downstairs.

"Chief, Mrs. Otterton's here to see you again..."

The same index finger pressed the intercom button on the cord phone with a hard click.

"Not now," the chief groaned.

"Okay I just need to know if you want to take it this time, she seems really upset about her husban—"

But the cheetah's ear nearly bled when Bogo's loud voice came from the other side.

"NOT NOW!"

While his eyes were still on the phone, Judy tried again.

"Sir, I know you don't want to be held responsible if anything were to happen to me, but I don't want to be a meter maid forever. I want to be a real, live cop."