Judy, Nick, Bonnie, and Stu were compassionately patient with their new 'toddler' Finnick through the first few days or so of his parole/rehab at the Hopps farm. After all, the whiplash-like change of reality from street rat to diapered cub would be jarring to anyone to say the least. That compassion ran out on day three when Bonnie laid Finnick out on her bed for a mid-day diaper change. After cleaning the fennec's hiney and placing a fresh diaper underneath the tot, Bonnie made an innocent comment on how cute he was. That comment did not sit well with Finnick and he lashed out by kicking the bottle of baby powder out of the granny bunny's paw, across the room, and splattering it on the wall. That was the last straw as the veteran caretaker of countless bunny babes effectively applied seven swift and firm swats to the recently cleaned bare tushie of Finnick. The new Hopps grandbaby squealed after each spank, but managed to let out a defiant "I'm not cute!" statement through the sniffles. That little extra comment earned him a piercing glare from Bonnie and a loss of cookie privileges for the day.
