Dumb Fox

Chapter 9: Nick vs. the ZPD

Author Notes:

Hello everyone and thanks for your patience. I want to give you some warnings about today's chapter: Because the development became a bit more... let's say... 'exciting' than normal, I set the rating to T in FF. Don't scare, I didn't go crazy, but I think the following scenes could be a little strong for the most sensitive readers. I don't want to frighten you, but I want to warn the narration may become a bit bizarre. If you don't understand something, I suggest you keep reading until the end of the story to clarify your doubts. If you have any other question, feel free to ask me, Now keep reading a new Dumb Fox chapter, I hope you liked it!

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Chapter 9: Nick vs. the ZPD

The fox was between a rock and a hard place, although he couldn't see by the height of the hall, he knew he was surrounded, inside the desk there was a small monitor connected to the reception's cameras allowed him to see what was happening outside. The black and white screen showed 6 mammals: a hippo and five tall rams, one of which was very, very large. They all circled the desk and aimed with tranquilizer guns. There weren't as many as the hippopotamus warned him, but he knew soon more will arrive.

"Got damn!" Nick cursed, "If I run out, I'll be shot. I need to distract them, but how?"

Nick searched through the stuff around him: paper sheets, pens, scissors, a stapler, tape, among others, typical office items. He couldn't find anything useful, although he noticed there were a lot of Clawhauser stuff, especially boxes full of food, drinks and Gazelle's merchandise.

"What is this? Is this a... minibar?"

The vulpine found a small fridge at Clawhauser's former work station.

"Meh, I think Clawhauser hide the big guns here, doesn't he?" The fox joked out, hopeless.

He opened it not expecting anything useful, and indeed, he only found more drinks, and some frozen candies, though, he came upon with something frightening.

"Animal Head!?" He read the tag on a circular bag, then cleared it with a paw and reread again, "Oh, 'Schanimal Farm Head of Lettuce'. Feh, I don't know what expect... Shoot! This doesn't help...! Argh!"

Nick accidentally kicked a heavy box next to the appliance.

"Good heavens, rocket launcher please, rocket launcher please..."

Nick opened it and found several ketchup bottles inside.

"Great! This is it," he sighed, "I give up."

Nick sat resignedly waiting for the police to grab him at any moment, to fill his body with tranquilizing darts, to have Bogo or anyone else subdue him, preventing him to look for Judy that day.

"Damn it!" The fox lamented, "I'm an idiot! Why...?"

'Where is the back up I requested five minutes ago? We have a possible 10-91!' said the voice of the hippo, but from Goodwool's radio, the ram who still was unconscious, 'Someone respond! Over.'

Nick approached the fainted ram, picked up his radio, and listened to the conversation.

'This is McHorn.' answered another voice, 'I have a problem with the new recruits, it seems instead of big and strong rams, they gave me a couple of cowardly sheep! I cannot join you at this moment, Higgins; and Rhinowitz recently told me the sheep team assigned to him ran away when they heard the alarm. I'm sorry, but I think you're on your own. Over.'