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First Salvo: Chapter 35 the home coming festival

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Keywords disney 10219, pregnancy 7110, zootopia 5755, judy hopps 2250, military 1902, nick wilde 1724, birth 1382, danger 393, suspense 181, harmarist 106, sheath and knife 75, cat shit one 1
First Salvo
a Zootopia fan fiction by Dan

Rated M+

(c) Zootopia 2016 by Disney Animated Studios
(Artist Ownership) Ayden Gull from BRO GULLS by Anti_Dev
(Artist Ownership) “I will Survive by William Borba 2017
(Artist Ownership) Sheath and Knife by Harmarist
(Artist Ownership) Anubis and the Buried Bone by Harmarist
(c) (Artist Ownership) The Kzinti by Larry Niven
(Artist Ownership) Don Carnage Disney’s TAIL SPIN
(Artist Ownership) Ikkey the Fox Kit by Inkbunny;s Ikkey
(Artist Ownership) Master Guns Flash by Inkbunny’s Flash Timberwolf
(Artist Ownership) Characters From Omaha the Cat Dancer Reed Waller 1994
(Artist Ownership) Jag Damien Tiger from Inkbunny’s Fluffy Puffy
(Artist Ownership) Dean Wilson from Animalolympics 1980
(Artist Ownership) Tanya Mousekovitz from American Tail
(Artist Ownership) Blotasky and Perkins from Cat Shit One by Motofume Kobayashi
(c) Alvin and the Chipmunks from the 1980‘s cartoon series.

Chapter 35: Welcome Home Day 2


The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
2:17pm

         Simon, Alvin and Theodore were finally inside a tent at the festival loosening up with their instruments as they could hear “Mice-see Dew-see” (AC/DC) and Brian Cheesyton tearing up the stage....

“You can’t do the loos-eee if you don’t put in the time!”

“So get hot down and funky with that crazy nursery rhyme!”

“Shake it....wiggle it.....move your little tush!”

“Flop around in the field and shake that little bush....COME ON.....HOKEY POKEY!”


Crowd: HOKEY POKEY!

        Simon huffed as he adjusted his base guitar....”There should be a law against the slaughter of music by mice.”

        “Do you always “science” everything to death Simon?” Alvin asked as he twang-ed his own guitar. “I think we’re artistically retarded by your setting limits on how we can express our musical genius already. You down any song with even a single note of “edginess” to it. The girls these days have outgrown “sugar and spice nice pop”. They want cool music they can dance too and get their real feelings out.”

       Simon crossed his arms. “We are not turning our music into pornography so girls can wiggle their underwear at us! That’s what those mice are playing Alvin...perverted audio pornography.”

       Theodore played his “usual” self, usual being the cloak of timidity and innocence he was best known for with a dusting of fine shyness. And as always....he was very good at it....

       “Well I’m with Simon. We shouldn’t follow anyone who wants to make dirty music. Our clean innocence is what makes us a success Alvin? Why follow these other guys?” Theodore asked.

      “Because those “other guys” seem to make a lot more money?” Alvin said as he stood with his hands on his hips. “Wouldn’t you like to have some more spending allowance after all the bills Theodore?”

       “Money isn’t everything.” Theodore replied. “Simon does well with his studying and experiments doesn’t he? I have my drums and my simple things like art and reading and you? Alvin? You write music and we couldn’t have gotten all we have without your hard work so why should we change and become dirty like all these other bands? Your music’s just as good and popular as those guys.”

       Simon gave Theodore a positive snort...”Once again our simple yet very smart youngest brother speaks for the majority. We’re not adding the word “prostitute” to our music Alvin so don’t bother trying.”

       Alvin hung his guitar around his neck. “I know how to change the verdict.” He said while giving Simon a sly look before walking out of the tent.

       Theodore groaned and growled....”I know how to change the verdict.” He mocked Alvin. “With your limp noodle? the only change is the sudden temperature in your bed room Alvin. Ice cold!”

       Simon giggled but Theodore was fit and roasting....”Are you going to let him treat you like that?” The youngest Chipmunk snorted.

       “And you will go right back to being cute and innocent because you’re not going to start something because then the cat will be flying from the bag.” Simon said with a paw finger raised.

       “Sometimes Simon? He gets right under my skin.” Theodore huffed. “If I didn’t feel sorry for him? I’d sock him in the teeth. “

      Can you please take a few breaths and calm down before we go on stage?” Simon begged before he slowly brought his tongue to his little brother’s lips then kissed Theodore tenderly. Breaking it off just as Alvin popped back into the tent...

       “What do you say Simon?” Alvin asked as he grabbed his sheet book. “After this? You and I can talk about some of this music I have written? Maybe it can be tame enough to please your sensitive emotions?”

       “I would.” Simon replied. “But first I have some on-line home work to do on my dissertation in biology 101 for my class at Zootopia University.”

       Alvin waved a paw in reply. “It’s not going to take up all your precious night Simon, I promise you....just ten minutes ok? Now let’s get going and do some jamming.”

       As Alvin walked clear of the tent, Theodore hopped in front of Simon and protested....”You tell him no! You know this is all about what “he wants” and nothing about you. If he had any respect for you, he wouldn’t be getting in way of your studies just to satisfy his craving for your tush!”

      Simon sighed....”Theodore? I can’t just bomb drop him. You know Alvin and his emotions? He couldn’t take such a sudden shock. I have to do things my own way.”

     Theodore sighed....”Sometimes I think you just use both of us to pleasure yourself.”

     Simon gently rubbed his little brother’s chin. “You know that’s not true....but Alvin is our brother and I’m not going to do something as despicable and tell him all his bad points and I sure as heck will not dump him so crudely as you may like. But Theodore? You know where my heart lies. Now let’s go....as numb-skull would say....let’s do some stage ripping.”  

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
2:30pm


      Perkins and Botasky had been at the festival for a half an hour and already the two rabbits were lost in the “tall boys” of fermented carrot juice....

      “This is some extra strong ale.” Bodah said as he swished his drink in the glass.

      “Hmmm....” Packy replied as he sipped a little more and patted his sniper on the back. “How you feeling Bodah? I’m so sorry I chewed your tail off a while ago. I really do care about you my friend.”

      Bodah smiled back...”I know you do Packy. “Giggles” That monster tiger had a big dick and a huge bladder.”
 
      Packy blew his beer out his nose....”Oh you prick! Ouch!” Perkins snapped as he punched Bodah in the shoulder. “Cough.....cough....next time you won’t stay longer than you should have huh?” Packy asked.

       Botasky sighed....”Packy? What’s your best guess? What are the Kzinti doing on Roya? All that construction equipment? The troops? Those crazy field guns?”

       “Dunno Bodah.” Perkins replied as he munched on a carrot stick. “The fortifications tell me it’s an important installation, something big they’re willing to throw up a steel wall for. The island itself has nothing worth dying for, just a volcanic rock with sand and some trees. But they’re building on the heights so they’re putting something up there big.”

     “I think...” Bodah said as he stopped short. “maybe it’s some sort of launching platform. For drones maybe.”

      Perkins almost dropped his drink...”Son of a bitch....Bodah? Sometimes you surprise he snot out of me. Come on....party’s over.”

      Perkins jumped up and started to walk as Botasky looked at him confused. “What is it Packy? What did I say?”

      “Drones Bodah.” Perkins replied. “Drones? Or a gawd damned missile base.”

       “Missiles?” Bodah yelped back. Then he stopped himself before he started a panic among the mammals around him. He got close to Perkins and whispered....”Missiles Packy? Are you serious? Those tigers don’t seem to have the capability for that, I mean....look at their field weapons? Bolt action infantry rifles? Even their grenades and machine guns look crude?”

        “Never underestimate an adversary....Bodah.” Perkins replied. “We’re going back to intelligence.”

        “And then what?” Botasky asked. Packy? Slow down.....Sir!” The black and white rabbit yelped. He snatched Perkins by the arm...”Sir? For the sake of the Prophet of rabbits, stop damn it!”

        Perkins stopped. “I see I got your ears perked stiff?”

        “Damn right Sir.” Botasky replied. “What if it’s true Packy and they’re building a missile launching base? What now?”

       “Then all the dynamics change Bodah.” Packy replied. “I think you better start prep’ing for a return trip if our handlers deem it required. If we do find out their going to put missiles on Roya? Frith help us all.”

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
2:38pm


       Alex laid back against Tina s they sat in the paddle boat together and slowly floated around the harbor and piers looking at the docked ships. The white young female wolf gently stroked Alex’s chin with her paws and every few moments loved on his moist maw with her soft lips and loving tongue....

       “Mmmmm....you are just so cute. I can’t let you go Alex.” Tina said as she snuggled Alex’s cheek.

       “You could throw me off and make me tred water?” Alex replied. “I’m getting hot....and I mean...."dog hot”.....sheesh, insulting myself.”

        “I think you’d be a darling in a nice deep blue stud collar?” Tina said as she played with Alex’s head tuft.

         The young male wolf pushed Tina back a little...”I’m serious Tina. I’m getting a little hot and I don’t want to get totally stupid. Sheesh...I hope I didn’t....you know? My pants?”

        “Sniff....sniff.” Tina sniffed the air. “No...you are safely dry. But seriously Alex? Do you like me?”

        “Now that’s a funny question?” Alex said as he worked the boat paddles with his feet. “Duh? Yes. Yes I do like you Tina and not because of your glassy green eyes or your beautiful white coat or your hour glass female figure or your sweet voice....and....now I know I’ve done it.”

      Tina sniffed. “No Alex...you haven’t.”

       Alex reached out and pulled Tina to his side...”How about we see just how long I can hold out before I flood this boat?”

      Tina pushed herself up and sat on Alex’s lap...”How about we just sit here and talk about silly things? Or? Anything that pops into our head?”

       Alex snickered. “Something’s already popping my head and she’s getting heavy.”

      Tina smacked Alex off the chest...”Oh you quit!” She yelped at him. “Calling me fat!”

      “I didn’t say you were fat?!” Alex yelped. “So what do you think about me wanting to join the Marines? Will you stay with me if I do?”

      Tina smiled....”Of course I would stay with you? I’d love to see you in a dress uniform though I already think you cut a very glamours figure. Would you? Would you pose feral on a rock so I can draw you?”

       Alex rubbed his head...”Seriously? You think I cut a good figure?”

       “There’s only one way to be sure.” Tiny said slyly. “If I could see you feral and naked cutting a nice pose on a rock?”

       Alex swallowed....”I can be a little self conscious about posing for anyone.”

       “You’d do it for only me.” Tina replied. “No one else would see the drawing, I promise.”

       Alex thought for a moment then nodded. “Ok....ok, I’ll pose for you, but just you ok?”

       Tina leaned forwards and gave Alex a gentle lick kiss on his nose. “You’re so sweet.”

       “That, I warn you, is a lie.” Alex said with a paw gesture. “That’s what I hope my parents keep thinking.”

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
2:38pm


     The Chipmunk brothers were just doing an improv jam on stage with Simon on a deep base electric guitar, Alvin on a Strato-caster and Theodore using a guitar case as a sort of muffled drum beat. It was hard for Alvin to just sit still in his chair as he “twanged away” in consort with Simon.....

     “We’re rolling up.....we’re rolling down.....we’re going up, down, all around any way you want us to roll.....yeah yeah yeah.....you got us doing what you want but baby what do you want us to do?

       Alvin got up from his chair and started to strut and perk over the stage which got all kinds of female mammals going crazy....

      “You got me shaking......you got me baking.....you got me shaking, baking like a triple layer cake....you got me doing what you want...but baby what do you want me to do?”

        Alvin shook his tush a little to the crowd in harmony with the beat and simply gave out a toothy smile....”Let’s see Brittany command a crowd like this huh?” He turned back to Simon and Theodore and perked up...”What about it bro’s? Can the Chippettes top us or what?”

       Simon replied. “If they start rushing the stage, I’m pulling out my taser!”

       Alvin leaned close as he and Simon strum’d together....”No you won’t. You love getting raped. Especially by me huh?

       Theodore frowned as Alvin pulled back, turned his back to his brothers and laid out a hard solo that got females screaming and passing out...

       “Fluck him!” Theodore voiced at Simon. “That’s all he sees in you is a lump of meat he can hump!”

      “Calm down?” Simon voiced back.

     Theodore pined back...”You’re special to me....He’s so selfish....I’m the one who loves you more!”

     “I said....calm down and play.” Simon replied with a paw finger wave. The older and taller Chipmunk got out of his seat and did his own base solo as he strutted up to a microphone....

     “Hello everybody! Let’s take a quick survey! Who’s better? My brother Alvin or me?” Simon said as he gestured for Alvin to get close chest to chest with him and they “Deliverance” strummed against each other...

        We wiggle.....we jiggle......we wiggle and we jiggle fly and faniggle all over the room. We do what you want but baby what do you want us to do?

       Simon grabbed the microphone....”Well Gentle-mammals? Who’s the better? The smart one or the miniature pony here? And I do mean....micro-miniature.”

       Simon pointed to himself and got a big round of applause. He then pointed to Alvin and the applause sounded a little bit less....Theodore gleefully laughed from Simon openly “cucking” his younger brother....

       “Gee Alvin? Looks like you need to “grow” a little more don’t you?” Simon snickered.

       Alvin looked a little annoyed by the slight...”We know who the girls really enjoy seeing, don’t we Simon?”

       “If you’re talking Brittany? Alvin?” Simon snickered back. “A pea shooter get’s more attention.”

       The crowd laughed themselves silly as Alvin pushed Simon with his body and guitar and mouthed...”See if I give you any attention tonight there smart tail.”

       Simon replied....”If that’s attention? An earthquake registers better excitement.”

      Theodore continued to drum away as Alvin solo’d and strutted up to him with a frown on his face. Obviously Simon had “prick’d” the middle cub and he wasn’t happy about it. The tension was hot enough to melt steel until Simon walked by Alvin and slipped his tongue against an ear...

      Alvin turned around to the crowd, went through a crazy solo with more wild movements of his hips then flipped his guitar out of his paws and caught it by the butt with the tips of his paw fingers....

      “That was just a “tame” opener folks! We’ll be back with more! And if you’re out there Brittany? I dare you to come up for a sing off....if you got the nuts? And yes I mean nuts as if she has the nuts to put a wager up for some sweet chestnuts from Rocky Squirrel’s “Nut House”.”

       Alvin snapped his paw fingers....”bring your best there.....second fiddle.”

      Some feet away....Brittany stood stiff as a board with her teeth clenched as if she was about to erupt into flames....”Why that.....that....loud mouth....self-centered.....self-thinking little weasel dorked....”

       Jeanette snickered...”You’re looking at his posterior again?”

      “Ugh! Jeanette!” Brittany spun about and got into her sister’s chest with a pointing paw...”Do you want me to do my own science experiment?! How fast does it take to turn Jeanette inside out?!”

      “You can’t ignore the fact Brittany that Alvin’s butt is inescapably un-ignorable can you?” Eleanor said smiling.

       “Who’s side are you on Eleanor?” Brittany snorted. “Ugh! Come on you two. We have to go find Rocket. We have a wager to make and Alvin’s embarrassment to plot.”

         Jeanette sighed....”Why do I think this is going to make the “Humpinburg” smoking camel disaster a tame comparison?”

         “Should I break out the safety helmets?.” Eleanor asked.

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
3pm


       From 300 feet in the air, the Naval Station looked like a solid mass of mammality below. The whole city looked enormous yet in reality it was a rather compact environment compared to other countries Nick and Judy had been through together. Yet the visuals weren’t as special as his own son. Jackson had grown so quick, the time passed too fast. It felt like only yesterday that Nick was walking his baby around the apartment then the house on his fox feet. That he’d chased Jackson rump naked around the house during diaper changes. Soccer matches, log rolling competitions, father and son days at school....now his son was talking marriage and going out on navy ships...the passage of time seemed to dizzy to grasp.

      “Grandpa.” Nick thought to himself. “Gramps? I’m too fricken young to be a “Gramps” but it had a nice sound to it when the thought of a little paw patter again running through the house bounced inside Nick’s head.”

       But then....time caused another thought....a more worrisome and frightening thought. “Would Nick be around to enjoy it all? He always said to Judy...”Don’t ever let them see they got to you.” And he was a damn good poker player when it came to hiding emotions. Outwardly it seemed his physical condition couldn’t stop him, he was the always strong and buoyant Nick. Except today was his first substantial length of time wearing that “butt cart” and it took everything he had not to lose it in front of his wife nor his son. Inside....Nick was absolutely terrified and morose about his prospects once he lost his legs forever. It was a sad reality...mammals who lost their freedom of mobility all too often died not long after and their decline came on swiftly and inescapably. Nick’s worry was for Judy, how could he allow her to be subjected to such a terrible thing?having to watch him slowly die paralized and bed ridden? It would be easier if he’d had a quick “end it all” like heart failure or hit by a car or a mistake and he fell down an open elevator shaft. His thinking inwardly allowed his armor to develop a noticeable “chink” which Jackson caught....

     “Dad?” Jackson said as he waved a paw in front of his father’s face. “Zootopia to Dad?” Jackson said again. The fox-bunny then gave his Dad a little “whap” on the head which snapped Nick back to reality.....”Dad? Do you want to land now? Are you alright?” Jackson asked.

     “Oh? Oh yeah.....land.” Nick replied surprised. “Oh yeah....yeah....land....we should land now shouldn’t we?”

      Jackson smiled softly...”Your ears are slanted down and you’re licking your teeth Dad, something’s got you upset?”

     “I’m not upset?” Nick replied. “Was just thinking of your wedding day. I mean....here I was chasing your little tush all over the place one minute and now you’re getting married? Fatherly moment of reflection that time went “zing” and I? I think I missed a lot of it.”

     Jackson sighed....”Why are you trying to bull snit me?”

    “Fail huh?” Nick replied.

     “Epic fail Dad.” Jackson said. “What’s really chewing your tail?

     Nick reached out and rubbed Jackson’s chest slowly....”Son? Would you believe your Dad when he tells you?......tells you....he’s considering an early ticket out?”

    “If that’s meant to be a joke Dad? You’re lousy.” Jackson replied as he grabbed his father’s paw. “How about......no? It’s not like you Dad. And to be honest? You’d chicken out.”

     “Sigh....” Nick replied. “It’s been on my mind a lot. I don’t want your mother to suffer for what could be years watching me waste away in a bed...”

      Jackson shook his head....”I can’t believe I’m hearing this out of you? Here you are telling me not to worry about you and you’re thinking of just giving up and leaving?.....son a bitch Dad?!”

      “I’m only going through a “grief and grip” process son. It’s not like I’m seriously considering running down to the local “knacker shop” and going...”Hey? Turn me into a nice hand bag will yah?”

       Jackson sighed....”Remember when I was little and we had those “midnight meetings?” “

       Nick chuckled....”Oh my Gawd...chocolate milk. If your Mom ever found out that was the reason you sometimes pee’d your bed till you were six, she would have kicked my tail into my ass.”

       Jackson giggled back. “But it was soooo good.”

      “Yes it was.” Nick replied. “I loved those nights we sat cuddled together on the couch talking in whispers together in defiance of the food and diet cop.”

       “Who was it that said?” Jackson said as he wrapped an arm around Nick. “Who was it that said things like?....

       “Son? If life throws you a stick of dynamite? You hit it back with a baseball bat.”

        “Son? Life can be tough...which is why the fall back is always a good scam.”

        “Son? If you ever get into a fight with a tiger? The last resort is to smear snit in its’ face.”

         Jackson shook his head...”That last piece of advice always conjures bad visuals.”

         Nick smiled....”Well it was my last resort and yeah....it did work. His name was “Tom Ta Wiligerrr” and what bully could continue to pound you when he’s being looked at by a crowd of mammals with excrement all over his face?”

         Both of them laughed....then Jackson pulled his father close to him...”The point is Dad? Even though I was a young kitten and you may have thought I was too young to listen to you? I wasn’t. I kept everything you said and I’ve used it....well....except the snit part, I couldn’t do that one to poor Yukie Bond if I tried. Anyway Dad? The thought that you’d bring up such a thought as suicide? Are words foul and selfish and demeaning to me....as they would be to my Mother who loves you very much. Dad? Don’t make me tell mom because you know I will. Quit? Give up? Since when did those words become part of my Dad’s vocabulary? So help me? If you dare? If you even consider cutting your life short? I won’t just tell mom. You know I’ll keep my word because you made me what I am Dad.”

        Nick turned his head aside but Jackson grabbed his jowls and turned it back so he could look Nick in the eyes....”Dad? We love you. Crutches, stupid butt cart, old?, shaggy?, who gives a damn?....We love you Dad! Don’t you flucken quit on us?”

       Nick sagged and fell into his sons arms....”Oh......”sniff”.....”sniff”.....crisis of faith can suck really bad.”

      “So can a face covered in snit.” Jackson snorted back. “Don’t make me try that on you?”

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
3pm


       Kerdle (A red English fox and Jackson’s friend from Electronics school) was shopping through the vender Kiosks with his soon to be wife Rachel (A female English Red Fox) when he saw Whitney (A female Weasel and class mate from Electronics school) and her lover Miranda (A female sheep) doing the same thing....

     “Hey! Whitney?!” Kerdle waved as he and Rachel walked up. “Long time no see....save texting.”

      “Well?” Whitney replied as she gave the foxes a hug...”How was the deployment?” Then she looked at Rachel and pointed....”Woe? Buns in the oven?”

       Kerdle rubbed his head. “Um.....yeah....that kinda happened. Which is why I’m hoping you know where Jackson is since the Growler’s docked?”

       “Can’t you call him?” She asked.

       “I’ve tried.” Kerdle replied. “Must be my phone carrier because I can’t get reception worth snot. I’m using Vix-size-en.”

       “Hmph....figures.” Whitney replied. “So how long and how many?” The female weasel asked as she pointed at Rachel’s poochy belly. “Oh? Please meet my girl friend Miranda from the Meadows?”

       Miranda hugged Rachel and petted her stomach...”I would not be adversed at all to being sheared for a pair of fluffy baby blankets?”

       “Oh you are very kind but I don’t want to make you?” Rachael said as she waved a paw.

       “Are you kidding?” Miranda replied. “A friend of Kerdle’s is my friend too! Think nothing of it? I am so overdue for a good shear cut any way. Try doing anything with me so thick with wool? Bed mombo is like swimming in an Olympic pool.”

         Whitney shook her head and covered her eyes...”Do you have to share the details? Any way Kerdle? How many kits are there? Do you know?”

       “So the doctors.....they think it’s twins.” Kerdle said. “I need Jackie because I need a best mammal because I need to have a quick simple wedding because her father has been sharpening his teeth to rip my nuts off.”

       “No he hasn’t.” Rachel said snorting. “My father wasn’t surprised at it at all. I was conceived during an intermission of a movie in a theater, don’t ask me to explain how my parents pulled that off? They couldn’t wait. We couldn’t wait. I just can’t wait to “pop” in two more weeks. I’m guessing they have to be males because my belly’s been a demolition derby in there for a week now.”

        Whitney took out her smart phone and punched some numbers....”Here you go Kerdle.”

        Kerdle took the phone as Jackson’s voice sounded....”Jackson...Hi Whitney!”

       “Wrong Jackie. It’s Kerdle. We’re all at the shopping kiosks right now, where are you?” Kerdle asked.

        “Look up!” Jackson replied. Kerdle looked up to see Jackson waving down at him.

         “When are you going to come down?” Kerdle asked. “I need to talk about that crack I made when we were in Electrician’s School? You know? Best mammal?”

          A few moments later....”Jackson dove out of the balloon basket at 300 feet!”

         “OH GAWD DAMN FRICKEN SNIT!” Kerdle yelped as he watched Jackson fall with a tether and harness and came to a slow hanging stop a few feet off the ground...

         “Don’t ever do something crazy like that to me again Wilde?” Kerdle said.

        “You’re getting married?” Jackson asked as he hung smiling. Then he looked at Rachel. “Oh snit! You got her pregnant?!”

         “Another example that bunnies have latent thoughts of genius.” Kerdle snorted as he walked up and helped Whitney and Miranda get Jackson out of his harness.

          “Why you slick and sly devil you.” Jackson said smiling. “And here I was thinking that you would be the outstanding example to all foxes of self-control, virtue and chastity until marriage. You have ruined my faith Kerdle.”

          Kerdle pushed Jackson back...”Oh shut the heck up and say yes you’ll be my best mammal so I can get a wedding done before she pops? The last thing I want is for her to bust her water at the alter.”
  
      Jackson looked at Rachel. “Hmph! Is that any way to talk about your future wife and  mother expecting? How could you let him do this to you Rachel?”

      “What fox doesn’t have a silver tongue another fox won’t fall for?” Rachel snickered back. “By the way? How’s your girl Jackie? She’s a welder isn’t she?”

      “She’s going to be my wife.” Jackson replied. “Just haven’t finalized anything yet. Oh? Oh snit?....how fast do you need to have that wedding Kerdle?”

      “All we need is a judge to officiate it.” Kerdle replied. “Our parents agreed it should be a simple no frills thing with a few witnesses. We can do a nicer ceremony later. If we get married before the babies are born? Rachel and them will be covered under the military benefits program for spouses.”

        Jackson gestured with a paw...”I got a judge. Retired but he’s still a registered judge. You guys drive to my apartment, I’ll text the address.” Jackson gave the apartment key to Kerdle. “Wait there and I’ll bring the judge.”

        “Are you ok with this?” Kerdle asked Jackson.

        “Do you want to do it when she’s in the whelping box?” Jackson asked as he pointed to Rachel. “Stop asking stupid questions? Go....move....pick up your tail and go Kerdle? Stop sitting there on your tush!”

        As Kerdle, Miranda, Rachel and Whitney started off for their cars. Jackson ran back to the table where his father had just returned from the balloon flight and was sitting with Judy on his lap...

      “There’s the mammal of the hour.” Nick said smiling. “Son? I want to sit down with you and your mother and get all my emotions out...”

       Jackson replied. “Good....good...let’s do that after we run by the old house and pick up your old court judges robe and decoration neck piece ok Dad?”

      “What?” Nick asked. “You convinced me that seeking an early out was the most stupid idea I’ve ever had and now you want us to go home and get my old dusty Judges coat out?”

       Jackson replied. “You’re still a registered judge with the city right? Well right now I need a judge for a wedding for a good friend and you my dear old father need emotional re-enforcement that you still matter to this city and what could be a more important thing than marrying two of my friends as one of them is about ready to give birth? Well?......well she doesn’t look ready yet but she’s getting close.”

      Judy looked at Nick...”I’ll strap on your “butt cart” and get my racing whip!”

      “Oh you mean dirty Dominatrix bunny.” Nick snorted back. “Where are we doing this thing?” Nick asked Jackson.

      “My apartment.” Jackson replied. “Come on Dad! Hut, hut! Get the lead out of your tail!”

      Jackson pulled out his smart phone...”Gilly? Where are you?”

      “Right now I’m eating with my friend and his parents.” Gilly replied. “What up?”

     “Track down Myler and Albert and pick them up, get to my apartment, Kerdle’s getting married.” Jackson said as he grabbed Darla on his way out of the festival.

       “Jackie?” Gilly said quietly. “I’m vay with-ney ov-eler-stay?”

        “Bring him with you? Like anyone there is going to make a big deal of it. Just be there please?” Jackson said before he clicked off his phone.

Downtown Zootopia
3:30pm
November‭ ‬4,‭ ‬2039
Center of Naval Intelligence‭ (‬CNI‭) ‬aka‭ “‬The Brick‭”


‭         Rheana Lundgrin (Honey Badger) The Chief of Intelligence, stood behind a line of other Honey Badgers at their lap tops as they analyzed the audio recordings Perkins had collected on Roya Island. Each of the seven badgers put their recording devices through an audio translator program that key’d on words and phrases specific to military weapons or operations in the hopes something important would pop up.....so far? “No joy” and “dead space” were the returns.

         Rheana stopped to lean over the seat of technician Stenny Hoyer. “Nothing at all?”

        “No Mam.” Stenny replied. “I’ll say this much. Their military discipline is magnificent even off duty. No mention of the 88 millimeter guns, no mention of any weapons at all in casual conversation. A lot of anti-Zootopia propaganda though...meat sauce covered rabbit, broiled reindeer, some very perverted things they want to do to us along with mass hanging our leaders and “gang raping” the mayor.”

       “Pleasant conversationalist aren’t they?” Rheana said frowning. “I wonder how they’d take a pack of pissed off Honey Badgers? What do you think Kzinti nuts taste like Stenny?”

       “Probably box litter like any cat Mam. I’m not thrilled enough to find out.” Stenny replied. “Just a wild speculation Mam? But what if they use codes in their off hours? Say they have technicians who want to converse about their systems by themselves? Obviously such rigid discipline must include using codes in public places? Then again we still don’t have a lot of the Kzin language we can use other than what’s been provided to us already by that wolf cub.”

        Rhenana thought. “We’re not likely to get any more use from the Kzinti Morty talks to any way. He was a simple farm kitten far from any military base in Kzin and those being so tightly controlled? He wouldn’t have any knowledge we could use.”

       Rheana stepped back...”Listen up. You all need to talk to each other more and brain storm with the words and phrases we already know. Let’s see if any word or phrase brings up a constant use pattern other than the obvious conjunctions, punctuation and polite conversation usages. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a code pattern.”

        A female sheep walked into the room...”Miss Lundgrin? Two special operatives are here to see you? Commander Perkins and Sargent Botasky are in your office.”

        Rheana walked into her office where Perkins and Botasky stood before her desk...”Chief Lundgrin? Commander Perkins and Sargent Botasky. We were on the recent Roya mission.”

        “I read the report.” Rheana said as she sat down. “Please gentle mammals, take some seats. So I think you’re here because you might have something that can help us? We’re scanning through the audio you collected Commander and so far they Kzinti have us stumped.”

       Packy answered...”My Sargent has an idea of what the Kzinti might be building on Roya, It’s not solid proof but I normally have good faith in what Sargent Botasky thinks about adversaries and what they may be up to.”

       Botasky gestured to Rheana. “Paper and pencil Mam.....please?”

       Botasky drew as he spoke...”We noticed a lot of construction equipment on the island, especially grate and grader equipment and a lot of concrete trucks, I counted at least ten while I was there. The crest of the high points on the Island were covered in cloth and reed screens and what I didn’t really notice until I had the thought of it? These screens were covering the hill tops in only one direction....the side facing Zootopia.”

       Botasky finished his drawing...”Mam? My thinking tells me that they’re building hard points to launch drones? Or rockets.”

       Rheana paused to look at Botasky’s drawing....”How many miles is Roya from Zootopia?”

       “It’s right at the demarkation line Mam.” Perkins remarked. One hundred and fifty two nautical miles.”

       Botasky pondered. “If they’re drones, that’s one thing. Now if they’re rockets? Let’s say at best they can go.....oh? a thousand miles an hour?”

       Perkins frowned. “They could be on us within ten minutes from launch....maybe five minutes?”

        Rheana sat in thought....”The only way to know for sure is to find something in the audio you provided or...make a return trip. I’m against the second option personally.”

       Perkins leaned forwards in his chair. “The unknown is to risky to forgo another mission.”

      Botasky nodded. “I agree with my skipper Mam. If the Kzint are putting rockets on Roya? It’s a massive change of business. We can’t dismiss another recon mission?”

     “To get that close to verify your information is too much risk for our city. If you were caught? We can’t help you. And then the Kzinti would surely retaliate. We’re trying to avoid a war not start one because of a covert mission gone wrong. I will not authorize a return mission you two and don’t you get any funny ideas between your floppy ears. Do you understand me?”

      Perkins looked at Botasky and sighed....”Yes Mam....we copy.”

      Perkins and Botasky began to walk out when Rheana stopped them. “We will go forward and assume the worst case...that Roya is being armed with rockets. We’ll develop the needed counter measures based on your information. Thank you Commander...Sargent.”

     Botasky and Perkins nodded back. “You’re welcome Mam.” They said as they walked out.

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
4pm


     When Brittany has Alvin locked in her gaze, it’s like a moth attracted to a very annoying light. Only this moth has steel teeth....

     And what does Alvin usually do when he sees Brittany?

    “Well, well, well.” Alvin said smirking as he crossed his arms to the trio of female Chipmunks walking towards him. “If it isn’t Brittany at last. Her hips are so wide, they create their own gravity and drag two asteroids with them.”

    “I would asteroid you to an impact with the ground if I wasn’t a refined lady you smart mouth, stuck up, self-centered jerk!” Brittany huffed back. As usual, the two tiny titans of ego went into a back and forth insult match against each other while the other two from each side treated each other more pleasantly...yet still adversarilly so.

    “Good afternoon Simon.” Jeanette said as she stood polishing her glasses with a wipe towel. “How is your dissertation going for semester?”

     “Still on time...despite the constant agitation. And your own? What are you doing it on again? The mating behavior of the silver sea slug?”

     “Hmph....You can do better than that Simon? Then again? How many points am I above you in both I.Q. and grades?”

     “Bask in your glow...” Simon replied. “As dim as it is my competitive genius.”

     Theodore and Eleanor however were both innocent and kind to each other....at least that’s what Theodore projected. Eleanor liked him though she wasn’t on his radar obviously as he made a few smiling glances at Simon and even dared to throw a kiss his way....


    “I love your hair ribbons Eleanor.” Theodore said as he played a paw over his face and giggled. “Why is it that every time we meet? You get cuter?”

    Eleanor giggled....”Oh stop it Theodore!”

    “Do you really want me to stop?” Theodore replied. “You’re using a new blush aren’t you? It accents the creamy smoothness of your fur.”

    Eleanor thumped a foot rapidly as Theodore laid a sweet eye gaze on her....”Giggles! Stop it Theodore! Oh you are so cute! You’re torturing me to death!”

    “GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!” Brittany snapped at Theodore!

     “DON’T YOU YELL AT MY LITTLE BROTHER YOU OUT OF TUNE HARP!” Alvin snapped! “SO ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE US ON OR WHAT?! YOU GOT THOSE NUTS OR ARE YOU A GELDED GIRL?”

       Brittany pulled a slip of paper from her pocket...”Oh yeah....I have Rocky’s nuts right here dufus! The only pleasure you ever get in your whole life! If you can beat me in a “rap off” all five hundred zoo bucks worth is yours. If you don’t win? You pay us a thousand zoo bucks and be our slaves for a whole day and trust me Alvin! We’re going to make your life miserable.”

       “The only thing “miserable” will be you.” Alvin snickered back. “A “rap off”....well just so you know “flat-rack-a-tow-ah” I have three “sing battle trophies” under my hat. Top that if you can? But don’t strain yourself too hard there Britty? You’ll need your strength to kiss my feet.”

       “Bring it to the stage and put your stink mouth where it belongs. I wonder who gets it more? Simon or Theodore?”

       Alvin jumped but Simon caught his arm as Brittany and the girls walked for the stage...” Save the wrath there bull dog.” Simon said as he played with his glasses. “As always you have to involve us in your little petty disputes. Just say you love Brittany and end this tic tac beat-a-thon?”

      Alvin snorted back....”I don’t love her Simon!” He said as he gave Simon a gaze. “She’s not my type.” Alvin snapped his paw fingers and started for the stage as Theodore stood next to Simon....

      “Let’s throw this thing so big mouth has to slave all day for them? Then we could be alone and I can show you the affection you deserve?” Theodore begged.

      “It’s a thought.” Simon replied. “But we can’t just condemn our brother to torture and a slow death. All for one and one for all....even if one of us is a little overly big mouthed with a cream filling of ignorant.”  

Jackson and Darla’s apartment
Sahara Square
August 28 2040
4:30pm


       Jackson and Darla came through the door with Nick and Judy behind them with the apartment already crowded with those invited to the improv’d wedding. Gilly came up with Will behind him....

      “Had to stop and get some food trays and drinks.” Gilly said. “Jackson? Darla? This is my old high school pal Will Gray.”

      Darla smiled. “You were right...what a loss for female wolves everywhere.”

      “What?” Will asked.

      “I just told them that you’re a hard to get bachelor who’s pretty picky and has left a trail of female wolves passed out behind you.” Gilly said smiling.

     “Oh come on?” Will replied. “I’m not Robert Wolf-ford (Robert Redford).”

     “Could have fooled me.” Darla snickered. “Any way? We’ve been wanting to meet you since Gilly never shuts up about you. You have to tell me the secret of that sweet head tuft of yours? I know I’m an otter with really short fur but you have that head of your flowing like fire and I want to know why?”

      “I think that can wait Dar?” Jackson replied as he stood with his parents. “We have to get this wedding done like right now.”

       Jackson elbowed his father who quickly threw on his judges robe and neck piece....” Oh kay? So who are the two lucky mammals wishing to be bonded in mate-hood?”

        Kerdle raised his paw as he held Rachel’s...”Us Sir.”

        “Woe?” Nick voiced as he walked up and softly petted Rachel’s plump stomach. “You’re pretty close. Where’s the parents and do we have to call the SWAT unit for protection?”

        “No Sir.” Kerdle replied. “It’s just got to be plain, fast and simple.”

        Nick looked around and motioned a paw....”Ok! Everyone form a nice circle, give the groom and mother-to-be some air and we’ll get started. Carrots? Do you want to capture the moments? Only one camera and one camera phone only, everyone turn off your ringers, we don’t want to ruin this special occasion as short as it’s going to be.....now.....’
 
      Nick reached out and took Kerdle and Rachel’s paws in his own...”Dearly beloved and those mammals gathered...we are here today to bring together this fox and this vixen in the blessed union of mate hood under the eyes of Gawdess Vulpix who ensures that every pair of foxes so joined do so in affection, love and peace. If there is any mammal in this room who feels that this union should not proceed? Let them sound forth now or forever hold their peace.”

     Suddenly....Rachel bent low and gave a grimace as her water broke! “I think these two kits have something to say! Ugh!....”

     Nick’s mouth dropped open as did everyone else in the room...”Are they objecting or fighting?!” Nick said as he watched Rachel’s stomach quiver.

     Kerdle yelped....”WHO CARES?! DO SOMETHING?!”

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
4:30pm


     Ricardo Sancho, his grand son Morty, Kawam-ura and the two escorting tiger cops found a table to sit at as Alvin Seville and Brittany Miller prepared to face off against each other on the performing stage. Morty was all hyperactivity and drooling tongue explaining to Kawam-ura what was about to take place and how he loved both bands while Ricardo was trying to drown himself quickly with a tall Wolf-n-Brau brew....

    “Oh great!” Ricardo snorted. “A gaggle of high pitched squeeky rats trying to do something called “singing”. I don’t understand your generation Morty? You know what this is? This is a bunch of cats ok? A bunch of cats tied into a bale like hay, dropped into a blender, assaulted with a chain saw and raped to death by a greased up May Pole. This is not music, it’s a mental massacre! Gawd this....this beer won’t be enough! I’ll need a pair of scissors so I can perform the ancient art of brain removal through the nose to dent the pain of penetration from these fluff ball harpies!”

     “You just don’t appreciate anything Grandpa Ricardo.” Morty snorted. “He tries to sing Kawam-ura Tomadachi. It’s so bad? It’s listed on the books as a hate crime! Why don’t you do the Ricardo dance Gramps? You want to see something so sick,leud and offensive that it causes uncontrolled vomiting? My Grandfather dances like two slugs having sex! Do it Gramps?! I want to see if it turns Kawam-ura feral and he rips you apart?! At least we’d all be free of the natural disaster that’s your vocal cords and wrinkled skin sack? Now shut the hell up, drink yourself silly and stop dissing my generation you dried up old fart!”

      Kawam-ura snapped his paw fingers in Ricardo’s face. “As Morty Wakamoto so gracefully says....bite it bitch?”

      “Maybe it should be Mister Ricardo and the Kzinti on that stage?” Carl the Tiger cop said as he quickly adjusted Kawam-Ura’s hoodie. “There you go.” He said with a head pat.

      “Domo.” Kawam-Ura replied with a slight bow.

      On the stage, “Dale Dorse the Amazing Horse” from FM200 waved his hoof hand...”I hope everyone is enjoying a good time today?! Let me hear you!”

      The sea of mammals replied in their various voices and Dale waved his arms...”Alright! A little improv excitement between two very well known and very talented groups of Chipmunks, a battle of rap between Alvin Seville of the Chipmunks and Brittany Miller of the Chipettes! First to my left...He’s the swooner of Sweat Water in Rain Forest, the crooner of crying females, the swinger of the Savanna scene and the master of the mic with a golden tongue...”

     “He’s a big mouth with a small penis.” Theodore snorted.

     “Keep your cool little brother.” Simon said as he gave Theodore a quick peck. “Let’s not allow Alvin to fall into slavery that easy.”

     “Here he is!” Dale yelled. “Alvin Seville of the Chipmunks!”

      The applause rang out...most noticed were the screams of various young female mammals who jumped around screaming like crazy or passing out in front of the stage! Alvin added to the madness with some body wiggling and air kisses. He then gave Brittany a sneer...
    
      “And to my right?!” Dale continued. “The soft siren of the Meadow lands, The grace of pink lace, the sound as soft as down but with a heat that makes mammals combust. She’s the princess of pop, the dame of delight and the Chick as smart as a whip, give it up for Brittany Miller!”

     Brittany threw her paws up over her head in a champion pose as mammals cheered and not a few bundles of flowers flew onto the stage at her feet.

      “Now to set the mood and the beat for this South Sarengetti throw down. We have.....On deep base? Simon Seville! On the electric piano? Jeanette Miller! One the old wooden wash board? Eleanor Miller! And on the drum set? Theodore Seville!” Dale Dorse introduced the others then gestured Brittany and Alvin to the middle of the stage....

     “Ok you two? So what are you about to destroy each other for? Brittany, care to tell us?” Dale asked.

      Brittany replied. “It’s very simple. If Alvin wins? He gets 500 zoo bucks worth of delicious nuts from Rocky’s Nut Factory. But if he loses? He has to pay me and my sisters a thousand zoo bucks and be our slave to do what we tell him for a whole day! No matter how stupid or embarrassing it might be to his smug little face!”

      “Wow.” Dale voiced. “So what do you say there Alvin? Do you accept the challenge?”

       Alvin crossed his arms...”Hmph? As always she’s so over-confident. As much as she over does her stinky perfume.”

        Brittany gave Alvin a mean smile...”Will you be singing the same tune with a leash and collar? I doubt it. Better hope your brain matches your mouth there Alvin?”

       “Prepare to be amazed....simpleton.” Alvin snickered back.

      “Wow! Looks like this is going to be a serious grudge match!” Dale yelped to the crowd. “The rules are simple you two! You each get a turn to “rap diz” the other. You have to respond to each diz within thirty seconds or you lose! If you stumble in a “diz” or get stumped? You lose! At the end of the round we will poll the audience! Are you both ready to sling some vocal mud?!”

      Brittany smiled. “May the best Chipmunk win....Alvin.”
  
      “I’m glad you recognize your coming defeat.....Brittany.”

      Dale pulled out a zoo coin and waved it in front of Brittany and Alvin...”Brittany? Call it!” Dale flipped the coin into the air!

      “Tails!” Brittany yelped.

       “We have heads!” Dale said as he pointed to the coin on the floor. “Alvin Seville goes first!”

      Dale pointed a hoof hand to the other Chipmunks....”Ok you guys and gals....give us a rip!”

Jackson and Darla’s apartment
Sahara Square
August 28 2040
4:45pm


      Will tapped his cell phone....”911 What are you reporting?” The operator answered.

      “My name is William Gray, I’m at 47 Luxor Street in Sahara Square. We have a twenty year old vixen giving birth to kits, please send EMT?”

       Judy had Rachel laid on an easy chair and directed instructions to everyone in the room....

“Whitney? Towels. Miranda? Warm water. Kerdle? Down here Daddy. Gilly and Jackson? Grab a leg and hold on. Darla? Get a glass of water. Nick?.....I’ll figure it out.”

       Rachel yelped....”Kerdle? What are you doing?!”

       “Waiting for the babies.” Kerdle said as he laid a blanket over Rachel’s waist.

      “Huff.....huff....” But we’re still not married yet?!” Rachel yelped as she gripped the chair arms....”Uh....I can’t keep these kits in here forever! Mister Wilde? Finish the ceremony please?!”

      Judy pushed Kerdle....”Get up next to her? I promise you’re not missing anything down here?” Judy then looked at Jackson. “Jackie?! Turn around will you?! Give Rachel a little privacy?” She then looked at Rachel as she rubbed her paws over the pregnant fox’s belly. “Easy Rachel....first time’s always the toughest.”

      “This better be the only time because if Kerdle does this to me again? I’ll geld him!” Rachel snapped. She then looked at Kerdle and smiled....”I love you?”

      Judy voiced....”Mood swings during delivery are expected. Now if her head starts spinning 360 and she spits fire? That’s when you run.”

      Gilly snickered to Jackson as they held Rachel’s legs apart....”Just like Thanksgiving huh? Make a wish and pull!”

      “You’d be the one to say something like that!” Jackson replied.

      Gilly yelped at Rachel. “You want some Fox-n-Jager to denten the pain Mom?”

      “I want to get this wedding done and these kits out!” Rachel snapped back. “It feels like they’re doing a track meet in there!”

      “At least they’re healthy and spirited?” Kerdle said smiling as he petted his bride.

       Nick waved a paw....”Ok? Are we ready again?”

      “Yes....please hurry?” Rachel gasped. “Oh......gasp, gasp, gasp...I can’t hold them in any more.”
  
      “Ahem.....dearly beloved....we are gathered....” Nick started.

      “We already did that part?” Kerdle said as he gestured with a paw. “Get to the “I do’s” Mister Wilde?”

      Nick stood with his paws on his hips....”Now look here? This is a very important and sacred ceremony in fox-dom, passed down through generations, blessed by Gawdess Vulpix and can’t be rushed through like a drive in fast food....”

      Judy snapped....”NICK! FOR FRITH’S SAKE? ABRIVIATE IT!”

      Nick replied....”Well? Frith might let anyone get away with rushing a blessed and important service as the wedding....

      Judy jumped up, snatched Nick by his judge’s rob and snarled at him....”If you don’t cut to the chase right now Mister Fox?! I’ll forget what Frith says about calm and control and toss you out a window! Now short hand it Nick! Please?”

      “Please hurry up!” Rachel yelped. “Ow! Some one tell these kits to line up?!”

       “Hmph.....” Nick voiced as he shrugged and adjusted his disheveled robe. “Ok....Kerdle? Do you take this Vixen....”

       “Blah, blah, blah.....honor, love, cherish, tail groom, kiss, kiss......I do!” Kerdle replied.

       “Rachel?” Nick asked with a raised paw. “Do you take this....”

       “Puff, puff, puff....Oh I could so punch him right now for this you evil, wicked....Uh!, “sniff” “sniff” I love you Kerdle.....but yes! Yes! YES I DO!”

       Nick waved his paw around and spoke quick...”Then by the power invested in me as a lawfully appointed judge for the City of Zootopia I now pronounce you Mate and Matrix. Dad you better get your catcher’s mitt because I think the first one is starting to crown.”

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
4:45pm


      Simon, Theodore, Jeanette and Eleanor produced a repeater rap beat and took a few minutes to get the instruments into consort....

(The beat: Jump Around by The House of Pain)

     Dale bounced with the beat and swiped a hoof hand at Alvin......”GO ALVIN!”

     Alvin strutted close to Brittany till he got nose to nose with her and cut loose on her!

   “Brittany Miller, I don’t know what you were thinking!”

   “Goin against me has the crowd head shaking!”

   “You’ve always been buzzy brained. A walking diz-za-stah!.”

   “Puttin yourself up against the chippy wrap master?”

   “Girl what was flying through your mind?”

    “Was it thoughts of grand ure or the smell of your dirty mascara?”

     “Sit down Britty you got no chance.”

     “The only thing you’ll feel is the pain of my lance.”


    Alvin hip bumped Brittany and swaggered backwards with a devilish smirk on his face.

    Brittany retaliated....

      “Alvin, Alvin you silly little boy”

      “I tain’t afraid of your micro-toy”

      “Always gum flipping like you think you’re special”

      “Hoping girls will love your little pretzel.”

      “But as I share my vast experience.”

       “The way you flap chip? the story gets clearer.”

       “The only reason that you keep signing.”

        “Is your compensation for that little ding a ling thing.”


      Brittany gestured that Alvin had a small penis. Which Theodore behind Alvin’s back gestured in affirmity until Simon gave him a warning look. Alvin shot right back...

      “So you want to get personal? turn the notch up higher?”

      “Well I have something for our national enquire.”

       “Brittany’s puppies may look so fine.”

        “But the way she stuffs em should be a crime!”

        “Always sweet talking all the fellahs”

        “She’s got low hanging fruit as bad as old yellah.”

         “I was gonna save you from your misery.”

         “But you had to push me, sorry deary.”

       Alvin threw his arm around in a circle and “Chip chuckled” which got the crowd roaring. Apparently the limit line of “Diz-tillery” had been reached and now Brittany was going to unload a salvo....

     “Alright I admit, you caught me there”

     “But Alvin let’s rap about your underwear.”

     “I’m sure the girls are in a ponder.”

     “Of just what is sitting there stewing down under.”

     “You always insult me negatively, thinking I’m blind and never see.”

      “But I’m sure the girls would be shocked if they knew.”

      “That Alvin Seville wears a pair of pink Chip-a-roos.”



       And sure enough....Brittany snatched Alvin’s sweater and jerked it up long enough for the crowd to catch the full visual of Alvin’s two toned pink underpants with red elastic trims and a cartoon character that fortunately no one got a good gaze to figure out. Yet the results were devastating as the crowd laughed and the cell phone cameras went off!

       Brittany sneered at Alvin. “What’s wrong Seville? Lost your thunder?”

Jackson and Darla’s apartment
Sahara Square
August 28 2040
4:55pm


       The EMTs came out of Darla and Jackson’s bedroom where Rachel and her two newborn kits were sleeping...

        “Mother and babies are just fine.” Randolf Sawtooth said as his partner Kevin Tygar came out behind him. “Congratulations on your new family there Kerdle.” Randolf said. “You should let them sleep alone for an hour or so because Mom will be very defensive and she’ll likely snap at you.”

       “She’s probably still hating me for putting her through this.” Kerdle said as Jackson put a beer into his paw.

        “Well?” Jackson said. “This could be a number of different things? Baby shower? Bachelor party that’s kinda late? Wedding reception?”

          Will walked up and slapped a wad of bills into Kerdle’s paw. “You’ll need this for the diapers. Tons of diapers and a lot of sleeping pills trust me. Oh yeah, buy ear protectors because those toddler teeth get sharp as knives.”

           Nick came over with Judy and gave Kerdle a copy of the marriage certificate and a letter stating that the kits had been born after the wedding service. “Show this to the personnel clerk on base so those kits are covered by medical.”

          Kerdle shook Judy’s paw....”I am so thankful to you Chief. I mean....Chief retired.”

          “She went through her first time just fine.” Judy said as she wrapped an arm around Jackson. “This one they had to “C Section”. You want to know just how pliable we bunnies are? I should show you the pregnancy photos before I popped.”

         “Mom?” Jackson begged. “Please don’t?”

         Gilly walked up to Will...”Didn’t we plan to go get dinner?”

         “We have plenty of time.” Will replied. Then he caught the pine look from his lover. “Please? Just a little more time?”

         “Any more and I’ll explode.” The bunny said but he agreed to suffer in a desert as Will gave him a gentle pat. Will then went over to Whitney...”Can I pull you aside for a bit?” Will asked as he went to a corner and whispered....”Anything more?”

         “No.” Whitney replied. “And it has me wetting my shorts. What if they put two and two together?”

        “Just act normally and don’t panic.” Will replied. “If this is a real deal? They might be doing it from other bases too so it stays innocuous. I think you’re safe. It has caught some interest since Miss Piggy talked about it so the military might be reacting to her and not anyone else.”

       “Unlucky for me that the first mammal they’d suspect is a weasel. You know all that speciest (racist) crap?” Whitney snorted.

        “Well it will be their fault, not yours.” Will replied. “Please enjoy yourself? I have pizza coming with a weasel / sheep splitter for you and her.” Will regarded the female sheep. “She’s certainly a keeper.”

        Whitney elbow butted Will....”Oh you?! Put your tongue back in your mouth?”

         “It’s my DNA....what wolf can resist drooling over a cute mutton?” Will replied.

        “Go drool over your boyfriend?” Whitney snickered. “I think he’s about to cum all over the place pining for you.”
        
The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
5:00pm


     Everyone thought Alvin was going to get flustered and trash his next Diz, his face certainly seemed to show he was dead.....except....

“Oh my dear Brittany, you fantasizing chippy.”

“You think rappin on my undies is gonna give you victory?”

“You wished that by exposing my sitting station.”

“You could assassinate the Alvin nation.”

“But feast upon my ploy I used to draw you in.”

“To expose the secret of your little sin.”

“My eyes are as sharp as micro razors, my sight is never ever in slackage.”

“Wonder how everyone’s gonna feel.”

“If I expose to them your little package!”


Alvin snatched Brittany’s skirt and tore it away! Sure enough.....Brittany wasn’t a “she” but a “he” as his “Chipmunks” clearly bulged under the panties.

     Alvin smirked at the faux Brittany as he held the mic out before him....”And that? Is game, set, match.....” Alvin said before he dropped the Mic and walked away with the crowd going crazy.

     At their table...Sancho Ricardo sat smirk’ing at his stunned grandson and Kawam-ura as they beheld the humiliation of the false Brittany Miller. “You were saying about your generation? My my how the icons fall huh? What was it you said about Brittany Miller being hot there Morty? Sheesh....now I have to question my Grandson’s sexuality.”

     “But that can’t be her!” Morty yelped.

      “I’m not shocked.” Kawam-ura said as he shrugged. “Many male actors in Kzin Kabuki play female roles.”

       “But She’s a girl! I know she’s a girl!” Morty yelped. “There’s got to be a logical explanation for this?”

        “There is.” Ricardo replied. “You like sausage wrapped in satin. You can admit it Morty, I won’t love you any less as my Grandson, I promise.”

       “Grrrr....YOU SON OF A BITCH BROOD!” The young wolf snarled as he leaped from his seat and crashed his Grandfather off his chair! “I TOLD YOU NOT TO DISS MY GENERATION YOU OLD FART!”

       “MORTY WAKAMOTO! STOP! STOP!” Kawam-ura shouted as he fought to pull Morty off his grandfather. In the craziness of the tussle...the little group forgot that Kawam-ura’s hoodie was down...but a nearby Elephant who watched the fight between the enraged young wolf and his elder didn’t miss....

       “A KZINTI! THERE’S A KZINTI HERE!” The elephant screamed and bellowed his trunk in terror and soon the crowd around the scuffle broke into quick snap shots with their cell phones or took flight in panic as the word went through the festival like a wild fire!

      Carl, The Tiger Officer from the ZPD, snatched Kawam-ura by an arm and with his partner Bruce they ran screaming as the crowd went crazy...”DUDE! I TOLD YOU THIS PRANK WAS GONNA BE FLUCKED UP! WE’RE GONNA GET EXPELLED FOR THIS!”

     “SHUT UP AND RUN BEFORE WE GET MAULED YOU DUMB ASS!” Carl snapped as he and Bruce ran for the nearest roving military police officers, flashed their badges and demanded....

      “GET US TO YOUR DAMN STATION RIGHT NOW!” Bruce and Carl yelped as they tossed Kawam-ura into the back seat of a Military Police cruiser.

      Morty leaped off his Grandfather with fear in his eyes...did he just condemn Kawam-ura and all of Zootopia to death?

       Back behind the stage, even in the midst of the growing chaos, Alvin wasn’t gloating over his victory...rather he was a little “miffed off” as he stood before the sitting and sulking faux Brittany and the two other Miller sisters...

      Simon came running into the back room yelping....”There’s a panic outside! Mammals are screaming that the Kzinti are here on the base!”

      “We gotta get out of here!” Theodore begged.

      “So what?” Alvin snorted. “The only panic we have right now is this guy dressed like Brittany. I didn’t win anything! Out with it Jeanette?! Where is she?!”

       Jeanette sighed....”Brittany?....Is down with the cold. Besides? She couldn’t beat you if she tried and we didn’t want her embarrassed so we hired “Shotgun Scooch” to take her place.”

      Alvin sighed...”You sure had me fooled. You had her “pegged” the full percent.”

      “I couldn’t bare to see her embarrassed.” Scooch said. “I double for her a lot when she faces really tough performances and she’s not up to snuff.”
    
      Alvin gestured to Jeanette. “Forget the nuts...though I can’t forget those nuts....that’s going to burn in my mind for like ever.”

      “Yeah.” Theodore said with a tinge of being let down. The significant time alone he would have had with Simon with Alvin a slave of the girls went “poof”. “Yeah....Alvin’s going to be dreaming of this for a while.”

       Alvin turned on Theodore. “I will not be “dreaming” of it Theodore!”

       “What he meant was...” Simon came in for the save. “You’ll be having nightmares for weeks. Which reminds me? I’ll be having them over your choice of underpants there....Alvin?”

       “I wore em as a joke Simon. Don’t get your nuts twisted in a vice ok?” Alvin replied.

       “We’ll speak about it later.” Simon snorted. “Right now? I think we need to get to a safe place before this whole base goes into a total stampede!”

        Alex pulled Tina over the counter of a shopping kiosk and dropped on top of her as a group of panicking elephants came running through the cluster of shops wrecking what got in their way and hurting several poor mammals would couldn’t move out of the way fast enough. Alex quickly hopped out of the Kiosk and dropped to his knees at the first poor mammal, a small antelope who’d gotten her leg broken...

       “Tina? Find me some cloth and anything like wood or short pieces of stiff stuff?!” The young wolf barked.

        “If there’s Kzinti? We should get out of here Alex!” Tina yelped back.

        “If there were enough Kzinti?” Alex replied. “This whole base would be shooting like crazy! Just get me the stuff?!” Alex said as he whipped out his cell phone and tried to call his parents or Will but couldn’t get through...”Everybody trying to call at the same time....grrrrrr.” Alex growled and punched out a quick text message.....”Me...Tina....ok. Will call when we can.”

         The Hopps brothers ran from spot to spot, dodging fleeing mammals and snatching Marines up as they passed them...

         “We have to get this crowd under control!” Owen snapped. “Get them in some sort of orderly direction!”

          “Oh sure?” Nori yelped. “Give me a chair and a bull whip? What are the five of us going to do in this mess?”

          Owen huffed. “Do you ever use that brain of yours “Gorvilla” for more than running it into walls?” He snorted as he ran and snatched a bunny Marine from the “Rock of Aden” Regiment. “Some bunnies? How about a lot of bunnies?” Owen said to Nori as poked the Aden rabbit in the chest. “Round up your brothers and sisters and have them form near the main pier gate!”

Jackson and Darla’s apartment
Sahara Square
August 28 2040
5:15pm


       Cell phones started to buzz and ring and chime and go off all over the apartment. Jackson looked at his and quickly stood on a chair waving his paws....”Hey everybody! Seems there’s been a panic at the Welcome Home festival. Whitney? Me? Darla? Kerdle? Gilly? We have to stay put unless otherwise further ordered. The ships are on lock down, the base is closed, the police are rolling there from all over the city. Further details to follow...”

       Will gasped. “My little brother and my parents are there!”

        “Well you’re not getting on and they’re not getting off so for now? You’re staying put.” Gilly ordered his lover.
 
        “But? What the hell’s going on? Why did they secure the base?” Will asked as he pulled his cell phone and tried to call...

        “Forget trying Will?” Gilly said. “The lines are all jammed.”

        Judy typed into her own smart phone. “I’m texting “First Prinky” maybe Page Clawhauser has an idea?” Then Judy stopped. “Nope. Texting rejected. The station must be on hard lock down.”

        Nick frowned. “This is really serious. A station lock down normally signals something like a mass casualty.”

        Jackson looked at his messages again...”New one from the Growler...”Apparent hoax has triggered a mass stampede/scamper event at the festival. Multiple injuries reported. Suspects now in custody of military police. Festival to be cleared from the base within the hour. All ship’s personnel on shore maintain ready to recall contact devices.”

       Kerdle sighed....”So I guess for now we’ll just sit tight. I do want to thank everyone though for the assist with this crazy wedding and our newborns. Sheesh....me a dad being so young? I thought I wouldn’t have kits till I was like 30.”

      “So much for wishful thinking.” Judy said as she patted the fox’s back. “So you have names for them yet?”

       “No.” Kerdle replied. “We thought we had enough time to make some choices. I might risk getting my nose bit off to go in and talk with the wife. Then again? You all could sort of line up and I’ll point with a blind fold on and the two I pick will be the names.”

        Nick raised a paw...”I have even a better idea? Why don’t you pick the names from the Vulpine Bible? Perhaps the gawdess Vulpix will give you suitable names for them? After all, that’s how my mother got my name.”

        Kerdle felt a little nervous. “Mister Widle? I have to be honest...I’m not very much into the fox religion. I guess that would sort of ruin the wedding.”

        “And you think the gawdess would worry?” Nick replied. “She still loves all her children no matter what. Just take a crack at it? Turn your head to the side, I’ll open the pages at random and you point.”

        “I hope Rachel likes the selection?” Kerdle said as Nick held the book to him. “Like I said? We didn’t think this would happen so fast.”

        Nick held up the book after flipping through the pages and Kerdle chose the first name with a paw finger....

       “Auburn” Nick said out loud. “That’s a nice female name. Also the name of a healer and love maker.”

       Kerdle thought....”Auburn...I like that one.”

       Nick flipped through the fox bible again. “Now the male name.” He said as he gestured. Kerdle dropped his paw finger and Nick declared....”Loki. Loki the crafty and inventive.”

      Kerdle thought....”Loki...crafty?.....yeah.....yeah, Loki he is.”

     Nick rubbed Kerdle’s head tuft. “I told you the gawdess listens. I think you should go in and tell the wife the names and see what she thinks?” Nick said as he pushed Kerdle to the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

      Jackson waved his arms again....”Another text...emergency is over. Disturbance caused multiple injuries, no fatalities. The base is being cleared of civilians. No recall for ships personnel on shore leave. Cause will be released upon investigation completion.”

     Darla motioned...”I think we’re all done here too. The new parents need time alone with their new born’s and I need time alone with Jackson so the rest of you? Love yeah but I have to boot yah.”

    “Already acting like a wife?” Jackson huffed.

    Judy came up and gave her son a kiss. “I’m glad you’re both home safe.”

    “We wouldn’t miss your special day for anything.” Jackson replied as he pulled his mother into a hug....”I love you more than you know Mom. I know what “Chance given” means and it only makes you more special to me than you ever have been.”

     Judy stepped back and wiped her eyes....”Jackie? If you make me lose it in front of the whole city? I swear I’ll turn your butt blue.”

      “I wouldn’t miss you being so happy for anything in the world Mom.” Jackson said as he wrapped an arm around Nick’s shoulders. “Um? Dad? Magic Tongue?”

      Nick smirked back....”Nah....she’s going to need the Super Delux Magic Tongue.”

End of Chapter 35
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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by dan6691
The fleet is home from the out back islands and is greeted by a city festival with two shocking surprises.

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