Zootopia One-Shots

Duet

Nick Wilde sat in his apartment with a large black case in front of him. He slowly un-clipped the golden clasps and opened the lid. He carefully removed the case's contents-a guitar, a 1959 Tobacco Burst Gibson Les Paul in immaculate condition. He admires it for a few moment before he plugs it into a tube amp and tunes it. He strums it a few times and, after he clears his throat, he begins to sing a song.

The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Down the road I look, and there comes Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak.
Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree,
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.

Nick held out the last word for awhile and ended with a final strum. Suddenly, clapping emerged from behind him. He nearly fell out of his chair and he turned to find the source of the clapping. It was none other than Judy Hopps.

"Oh my God Nick, that was incredible!" she said.

"Carrots! How did you get in here?!" Nick asked.

"You're door was open, Dumb Fox."

"Sneaky Bunny."

"That guitar playing was beautiful," Judy said, "You never told me you play."

"I don't as much as I used to," Nick said.

"You totally should, you have an incredible voice."

"Ah, I just do it for fun."

"Where did you even get a guitar?"

"It was my grandfather's, he passed it down to my father and my father passed it down to me. I Googled it one time and its worth over three-hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars."

Judy's jaw dropped at hearing this.

"Oh my God Nick! Why don't you sell it?"

"Because to me, it's priceless. It's all I have left of my father," Nick said as he admired the guitar again, "Hey, let's do a duet!"

"Wah, no. No, no, no I can't sing."

"C'mon, its easy. Follow my lead."

Nick began to bang out a fast rhythm on the guitar.

Nick: Oh, the sun's gonna shine in my life once more
Love's gonna live here again
Judy: Things are gonna be the way they were before
Love's gonna live here again
Both: Love's gonna live here
Love's gonna live here,
Love's gonna live here again
No more loneliness, only happiness
Love's gonna live here again

Nick: I hear bells a'ringin',
I hear birds a'singin'
Love's gonna live here again
Judy: I hear bees a'hummin',
And I know the day's a'comin'
Love's gonna live here again
Both: Love's gonna live here
Love's gonna live here,
Love's gonna live here again
No more loneliness, only happiness
Love's gonna live here again
Love's gonna live here again

Nick ended with a loud strum.

"That was great Carrots!" Nick said.

"Do you really think so?" Judy asked.

"It was better than Gazelle."

"Now I know you're just making it up."

"Well lets see what Facebook thinks."

"Nick don't post that! It's embarrassing."

"Why is it embarrassing? You have an incredible voice."

"Okay fine, you can post it to Facebook."

Nick posted the recording on Facebook; it was his most liked post.

Credit to Claude "Curly" Putman, Jr for the song "Green, Green Grass of Home" and credit to Buck Owens for "Love's Gonna Live Here". Hope you all enjoyed and God Bless!