The Long Game, A Zootopia Fanfiction

Museum

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Getting out of the cruiser, Nick took a look around. The colorful, sometimes outlandish, color palettes of the town proper had given way to more standard looking housing like you might see in Zootopia. Pinks and bright blues became earth tones and grays. A number of the buildings he saw had doors and windows that were larger than bunny-average so that they could accommodate medium-sized mammals. Nick hadn't seen any large mammals in town, but he had seen a variety of mammals larger than rabbits. This section of Bunnyburrow was outside the main business and warehouse sections of the town, 'across the tracks' if you will.

Originally, Buckstein had another wide-ranging tour planned, but after talking with Mrs. Bunnley yesterday, Nick was interested in staying closer to town and exploring a few areas he hadn't seen yet, especially Predville.

Buckstein explained that a decent number of the town's prey that weren't rabbits, and most of the predator families, that weren't living on farms, called Predville home. Crossing over into the unofficial district, Buckstein planned on making it a driving tour when Nick asked him to pull the cruiser over so they could make it a foot patrol instead.

"We don't do much in the way of foot patrols around here, not sure what you're interested in seeing, but if we walk that way, there's a diner I may have stopped at once or twice before that makes a mean avocado eggs Benedict," said Buckstein as he waved a hoof down the street.

Nick snorted, leave it to Buckstein to have all the 'rest areas' in and around town mapped out. "Alright, why don't we zig-zag our way there, and we can explore a little before stopping for second breakfast."

Buckstein nodded enthusiastically at that and motioned for Nick to lead on.

Nick cut over a block and walked along the road, the area looked a little like Foxburg except the streets were gravel and the houses were a mish-mash of styles and sizes. "Hey, Buckstein, over there, that looks like fun."

Nick spied some kits playing basketball in an open space where someone had set up a basketball hoop. The two cops walked over, and Nick watched as the group of predators played their game.

Nick waved at the kits waiting on the sideline for their turn to play when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a basketball rolling his way.

"Sorry, Mister," came a voice from the group as Nick picked up the ball.

About to throw it to the kit with his paws up, Nick instead stepped closer to the basket, dribbled the ball a couple of times, positioned himself, and took a shot. The ball hit the backboard, rolled around the rim of the basket, and fell through.

"Good for three points! Sign that fox up to play for the Sahara Heat."

A few of the kits laughed watching as Nick prance around, and then when he sank another long shot, both teams were suddenly trying to recruit him. Nick begged off, exchanged a few high-fours, and went back over to where Buckstein was waiting, and they both watched the kits play for a few more minutes.

"Nice bunch of kits, are there any leagues in town for them to play in?"

Buckstein shook his head, "Not really, most of the rabbits play soccer. I've seen a few playing lacrosse, but not enough play basketball for there to be anything organized."

Disappointed for the kits, Nick made to leave when he saw an old van pull up to a house across the street from where the kits were playing and then watched as a badger, a civet, and a mink, all wearing janitor's overalls, came out of the house and headed toward the van. About halfway there, the mink noticed the two cops standing next to the small basketball court, and nudged the civet who then stopped and looked at Nick.