The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
Alvin, Simon and Theodore Seville were all in the hotel conference room with all the doors locked so they could play without distraction for their upcoming concert at the Rodent-Dendrum Bowl in the Grand Park that surrounded Little Rodentia. The event had been sold out for a month and would bring the brothers a healthy income to continue their rise up the Zootopian music ladder....
Alvin strum’d and threw his guitar around his body in a long pre-set guitar solo before he gean to sing.....
“I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes"
“I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles"
Alvin pointed to Simon with two paw fingers as he played on an electrical harpsichord...."Take it Simon!"
“If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you've played....."
“And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way...."
“Well, here's a poke at you"
“You're gonna choke on it too"
“You're gonna lose that smile"
“Because all the while"
Then all three of them sang out!.....
“I can see for miles and miles......I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles...”
The boys stopped singing and sat back to review what they did...
“Eeeshh....” Theodore groaned. “That sounded a little off key to me.”
“Which part Theodore?” Alvin asked.
“The guitar.” Theodore replied. “I think you’re “low tone’ing” Alvin, at least that’s how I hear it.”
“I thought it sounded just right?” Alvin, as always so self confident of his abilities, replied as he crossed his arms. “Simon? We differ to our older brother the nerd as always?”
“Acoustic wise it sounds close....note wise? It’s an octave off. To be honest Alvin? You need to do less “showy throwing” of your guitar because I think all those movements are causing you to “paw draw” at the wrong places.”
“Oh like a thousand mice, Chinchilla, rats and other small mammals are going to worry about “acoustics” when they’re screaming and chucking panties on our stage Simon? And Theo? I think you hit your drum a little too hard in some places too by the way?”
Theodore huffed. “You always try to throw all the problems you have on everyone else Alvin. Why can’t you just take what we say as things to improve yourself and not personal insults?”
Alvin pursed his lips. “Ok!....ok.....I’ll try to change the octive and do less fooling around with my guitar if it helps but I seriously think that last play was perfect!”
“We should always strive to give our fans the best performance.” Simon said as he waved a paw finger. “Which reminds me? We have a press conference at 3pm and a meet and greet with elementary school fans at 4pm which means.....Alvin? You be on your best behavior and control yourself!”
“Since when do I never control myself Simon?” Alvin asked.
“Need I remind you of that last meet and greet?” Simon snorted. “In the case of bigger female mammals and their dresses? Keep a respectable distance you.”
Alvin snorted. “Are you accusing me of being a pervert Simon?!”
Simon cop’ d a Sean Bean meme....”One does not simply stand close enough to scope a panty shot while signing autographs. You WILL stand appropriately back from a skirt wearing fan or I as your older brother will appropriately turn your furry tush a flaming red with a belt. You got that Alvin?”
Theodore snickered. “There’s going to be an failure epic for sure.”
“I am shocked at the level of mistrust and lack of confidence from the two of you!” Alvin snorted.
“Oh but we are “confident” Alvin?” Simon replied smiling. “We’re confident you’ll act accordingly to your typical “M.O.” which again I will repeat my previous warning...You WILL stand appropriately back from a skirt wearing fan or I as your older brother will appropriately turn your furry tush a flaming red with a belt. You got that Alvin?”
“That’s a threat of cub abuse Simon!” Alvin snapped.
“It’s only cub abuse if a parent or guardian is involved Alvin? Last time I checked? We don’t have guardians.” Simon snapped his paw fingers. “Epic legal fail on Alvin’s part.”
Alvin got up from his chair and walked over to thump Simon on his chest. “You know? Just for that threat? I might “boycott” if you get my drift?”
Simon smiled softly back. “Go ahead and try it?”
Theodore waved a paw from behind his drums. “Hey? I’m hungry! What about you two? I’m willing to spot all of us this time out?”
“Ok.” Alvin said. “Can we chose the food?”
“Sure.” Theodore replied.
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
Tony emerged from the bathroom dressed in clean clothes and took a moment to sniff the air...” la fragranza del paradiso è stata profondamente sconfitta.” (heaven's fragrance has been soundly defeated) he said with his eyes closed as the scent of the soup being prepared by Fievel wafted through Tony’s nostrils. The gang leader walked up behind his “spremere” (squeeze) and “consulente” (Counselor) and gently nibbled on his neck...”Do you know how much I missed you while I was in the joint?”
“You’ve been out for six months now and you only did a years time “Tone Tone” Fievel said as he rubbed Tony’s cheek.
“And who could I have trusted to keep things running so smoothly than my “amato piccolo”?” Tony said as he rubbed Fievel’s shoulders. “You feel confident returning to one of our tried and true scams?”
Fievel pursed his lips....”Only if you don’t let the mark get too far in playing with me before you spring the “clip” on his tail.”
Tony leaned against the kitchen counter. “We have to make sure he’s “locked” in place and that he’s not a “potted plant” (A ZPD bunko Squad operator) is it true they’re cruising the gay bars now?”
“I don’t know what Fort Bronco is doing?” Fievel said. “I know they’ve busted bigger mammals in Sahara Square. Those “Gabona deficiente” morons were using fennick foxes as lure cubs and didn’t diversify for two years so “duh” of course they got “pinched”. We need to diversify...I’m not going to play “Il segno” (the mark) all the time like I did before you were “slammer parked”.”
Fievel asked....”So? Be honest? Did you get "speared" or did you “do” someone else behind my back?”
“I would never cheat on you my “amato fino alla morte” never! I would slit my flucken neck if I EVER cheated on you!” Tony patted his chest. “I swear.” You and I are “annodati insieme a morte.” (knotted unto death together).
Fievel played a paw finger over Tony’s chest...”If you think we should do that old scam? Then of course we’ll do it. I’ve never found reason to distrust your judgment. We’re still going “Boosting” cars tonight right?”
“As soon as Pixy and Dixy get a “chop block” established for us, you bet we are.” Tony replied as he checked his encrypted cell phone for messages while Fievel continued to prepare their soup.
end of part 2