Polar Opposites: A Zootopia Fanfic

Polar Opposites: Chapter 3

(Judy's POV)

"Bubba Flippers. Nice name I guess?" says Nick, earning himself a smile from my behalf.

After Nick pays the seal the money, we turn around and walk towards the building.

The smell of fish was repulsive!

"Oh that is gross!" I complain.

"Welcome to Bubba Flippers, how can I help you?" asked a voice we haven't heard before. My ears perched up and I turned around. Behind me there was a huge polar bear standing seven feet tall. He must be one of the workers here...

"Hi. My name is Officer Wilde, this is my parter, Officer Hopps." says Nick showing his badge. "We're here on behalf of a case, would you mind taking us to see the manager?" he asks, beating me to it.

Lousy fox.

I cross my arms and look to the side.

"Sure, follow me." answers the polar bear. For a second, I could swear I saw him looking at me weird before turning around.

From outside, it pretty much looked like a hanger, with a dome ceiling, completely made of steel. There were two automatic glass doors on the front of the building, opening once we stepped close to it.

In the inside, it was completely different.

It resembled so much a fast food restaurant, but fancier! Marble floors, a granite counter where the attendant does his job of... well..., attending to your order. Yellow and blue curtains on every window, the smell of fish being less overpowering...

I do not like fish.

Nick took in his surroundings more naturally. He kept following the polar bear, still looking at the restaurant. There were twenty five tables in total. It was pretty big. We entered through the kitchen, leading to a back door. The polar bear opened said door, where through it, lead to the most repulsive fish smell ever, again.

The frozen lake was just right there!

You open the door to meet yourself with the fish factory. There were seals, coming out of the water, providing the bears with the fish. Then the polar bears would take the fish and skin it, taking off its scales.

It was nasty.

I might as well come back with a warrant.

Oh, but that would be so mean! I mean, animals work here to make a living.

But it's just so gross.

"We're almost there." said the polar bear.

To our right, a flight of stairs lead to the upper floor. When we climbed the stairs, we found another door with a name tag next to it.

Mr. Bubbles...

Nick tries to hold his laughter.

The polar bears grabs the door knob and opens the wooden door.

Now that I think about it, I haven't asked the polar bear for his name. Maybe he has his ID tag? It should be on his black Bubba Flippers shirt.

Inside the door, there was an office room. An desk was almost pressed against the opposing wall, packed with tons of paper, a wire telephone, a cushion chair, decks of books, and a jaguar.

The jaguar was sitting on the cushion chair signing papers.

Mr. Bubbles is a jaguar?...

"Excuse me, sir, permission to speak?" asks the polar bear lowering his head.