Zootopia - The Story of Nick Wilde

Chapter 11 - He has Humor? (pov Judy)

It was about half past three when we arrived at the ZPD. Our breakfast had turned into a lunch so we were not hungry anymore. We went to talk with Finnick, but it turned out just as worthless as the night before. He was just trying to drift away from the topic again and every answer he gave us seemed to be fabricated or completely irrelevant. So we told our colleagues to lock him up again. Then we headed for the chief's office one last time.

"Hopps, Wilde! Didn't I tell you to go on vacation yesterday?"

"You did. We just wanted to-"

"Anyway, it's actually good you're here. The mayor arranged a ceremony to honor the two of you, it's for...you know, saving every fox in the city from that hostage-taking and so on... Just wanted you to know it's next Sunday in front of the Town Hall."

"Alright. Sounds good!", Nick answered for us with a relaxed smirk on his face. "I think we can get used to this..."

"Unbelievable..." the Chief sighed but wasn't able to hide a little grin as well. "... is he this excited all the time?", he asked me with a friendly grin.

"Well, he was excited this morning. But here I guess he's just too cool to show it."

Unspokenly, Nick unfolded his sunglasses and put them on. Then he grinned as if he didn't hear us.

"Well, doesn't seem like he had a bad morning..."

Nick's grin widened slightly.

"He talks in his sleep, wanna hear that?" I asked, not able to stop myself from laughing, whilst pulling the carrot pen out of my uniform pocket.

Nick yanked his glasses away in shock and shook his head frantically.

"No, I don't think he wants to hear that!"

"I do. I'm curious what he's talking about..." the chief replied, not being able to stop smirking as well.

"Carrots! I mean...Officer Hopps! Can I have that pen please?"

Meanwhile I was laying on the floor, unable to move because of Nick's priceless reaction, my fist in the air to celebrate my victory.

Unfortunately, I had still the carrot pen in my hands. Since Nick wasn't far away from me, he stole it from me once again and did something unexpected. He put it in his mouth and simply crunched it with his sharp teeth. He completely destroyed it in a couple of seconds and spat it into the trashcan besides Bogo's desk.

"That stupid thing won't bother me anymore!" he stated then and put his sunglasses back on again.

For a couple of seconds, Bogo and I started at him in total disbelief. Then the Chief reached for his desk drawer and pulled out a plastic bag, filled with dozens of recording pens.

"There is no lack of those, Officer Wilde. Want a new one as well?" he asked, before wiping a tear out of his eye. "Here is another carrot pen. There are some simple black ones, here is a-"

"Okay!" Nick interrupted, utterly defeated. "Are we done for today?"

"Yes, you're free to go. See you on Sunday!" he added, as Nick and I headed for the door.

"See you Chief Bogo!"

"Later, Chief!" Nick said, before closing the door behind us.

Now he was staring at me with his cute, offended gaze.

I couldn't help but smile at him happily. Then he wasn't able to maintain his expression anymore.

"What do we do now?" he asked then after a little pause.