بخش 03

39, 40, there you go. Way to work that diaper, big guy.

Hey. No kiss bye-bye for daddy?

You kiss me tomorrow, I’ll bite your face off!

Ciao.

Well, I stood up for you, and you lied to me.

You liar!

It’s called a hustle, Sweetheart. And I’m not the liar. He is.

Hey!

All right, Slick-Nick. You’re under arrest.

Really?

For what?

Gee, I don’t know. How about selling food without a permit?

Transporting undeclared commerce across borough lines?

False advertizing.

Permit. Receipt of declared commerce.

And I didn’t falsely advertize anything. Take care.

You told that mouse the Pawpsicle sticks were redwood!

That’s right. Red wood.

With a space in the middle.

Wood that is red.

You can’t touch me, Carrots.

I’ve been doing this since I was born.

You’re gonna wanna refrain from calling me Carrots.

My bad. I just naturally assumed you came from some little carrot-choked Podunk.

No?

Uh, no. Podunk is in Deerbrooke county and I grew up in Bunnyburrow.

Okay.

Tell me if this story sounds familiar.

Naive little hick with good grades and big ideas decides “Hey, look at me, I’m gonna move to Zootopia Where predators and prey live in harmony and sing Kumbaya!”

Only to find, whoopsie, we don’t all get along.

And that dream of becoming a big city cop, double whoopsie, she’s a meter maid.

And whoopsie number three-sie, no one cares about her or her dreams.

And soon enough those dreams die, and our bunny sinks into emotional and literal squalor living in a box under a bridge.

Till finally she has no choice but to go back home with that cute fuzzy wuzzy little tail between her legs to become.

You’re from Bunnyburrow, is that what you said?

So how about a carrot farmer?

That sound about right?

Oh!

Be careful now, or it won’t just be your dreams getting crushed.

Hey, hey. No one tells me what I can or can’t be.

Especially not some jerk who never had the guts to try to be anything more than a Pawpsicle hustler.

All right, look.

Everyone comes to Zootopia thinking they can be anything they want.

Well, you can’t.

You can only be what you are.

Sly fox.

Dumb bunny.

I’m not a dumb bunny.

Right.

And that’s not wet cement.

You’ll never be a real cop.

You’re a cute meter maid, though.

Maybe a supervisor one day.

Hang in there.

I’m a loser.

Oh, hey, it’s my parents!

Oh, there she is! Hi, Sweetheart!

Hey there, Jude the Dude.

How was your first day on the force?

It was real great!

Yeah? Everything you ever hoped?

Absolutely. And more.

Everyone’s so nice, and I feel like.

I’m really making a difference.

Wait a second. Holy cranks, Bonnie.

Look at that!

Oh, my sweet heaven!

Judy, are you a meter maid?

Oh, this.

No! Oh, no.

This is just a temporary thing..

It’s the safest job on the force!

She’s not a real cop!

Our prayers have been answered!

Glorious day!

Ho-ho, meter maid, meter maid, meter maid!

Dad! Dad!

Meter maid!

You know what, it’s been a really long day, I should.

You get some rest.

Those meters aren’t gonna maid themselves.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Hey, bunny! Turn down that depressing music!

Leave the meter maid alone, didn’t you hear her conversation?

She feels like a failure!

Oh, shut up!

You shut up!

You shut up!

You shut up!

Tomorrow is another day.

Yeah, but it might be worse!

I was 30 seconds over!

Yeah, you’re a real hero, lady.

My mommy says she wishes you were dead.

Uncool rabbit, my tax dollars pay your salary.

I am a real cop.

I am a real cop.

Hey, you!

Bunny!

Sir, if you have a grievance you may contest recitation in traffic court.

What are you talking about?

My shop!

It was just robbed! Look, he’s getting away!

Well, are you a cop or not?

Oh! Yes! Yes!

Don’t worry, sir, I got this!

Stop in the name of the law!

Catch me if ya’ can, cottontail!

Coming through!

This is officer McHorn.

We got a 10-31.

I got dibs!

Officer Hopps, I am in pursuit!

Woo-hoo!

Ah!

Ahh!

Ha ha ha.

You!

Hey!

Hey, meter maid!

Wait for the real cops!

Stop!

Ahhhh!

Oh.

Sorry! Coming through.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Pardon.

Yahhh!

Bon voyage, flatfoot!

Huh!

Hey! Stop right there!

Have a donut, coppa!

Oh my god, did you see those leopard print jeggings?

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

I love your hair.

Thank you.

Heheheheh.

Come to papa!

Okay. You’re gonna have to be patient and wait in line just like everyone else, Mrs. Otterton. Okay?

I popped the weasel!

Hopps!

Abandoning your post. Inciting a scurry. Reckless endangerment of rodents.

But, to be fair, you did stop a master criminal from stealing two dozen moldy onions.

Mmm. Hate to disagree with you, sir, but those aren’t onions.

Those are a crocus variety called midnicampum holicithias.

They’re a class C botanical, sir.

Well, I grew up in a family where plant husbandry was kind of a thing.

Shut your tiny mouth now!

Sir, I got the bad guy.

That’s my job.

Your job is putting tickets on parked cars!

Chief, Mrs. Otterton’s here to see you again.

Not now.

Okay, I just need to know if you want to take it this time she seems really upset.

Not now!

Sir. I don’t wanna be a meter maid, I wanna be a real cop.

Do you think the mayor asked what I wanted when he assigned you to me?

But, sir.

Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little song, and your insipid dreams magically come true!

So let it go.

Chief Bogo, please! Five minutes of your time, please.

I’m sorry sir. I tried to stop her, she’s super slippery.

I gotta go sit down.

Ma’am, as I’ve told you, we’re doing everything we can.

My husband has been missing for ten days.

His name is Emmitt Otterton.

Yes. I know.

He’s a florist. We have 2 beautiful children.

He would never just disappear.

Ma’am, our detectives are very busy.

Please. There’s gotta be somebody to find my Emmitt.

Mrs. Otterton.

I will find him.

Oh. Thank you! Bless you, bless you, little bunny!

Take this. Find my Emmitt.

Bring him home to me and my babies. Please.

Mrs. Otterton. Please wait out here.

Of course. Oh, thank you both so much!

One second.

You’re fired.

What? Why?

Insubordination!

Now, I’m going to open this door, and you’re goind to tell that Otter you’re a former meter maid with delusion of grandeur, who will not be taking the case.

I just heard Officer Hopps is taking the case!

Assistant Mayor Bellwether!

The Mammal Inclusion Initiative is really starting to pay off.

Mayor Lionheart is just gonna be so jazzed!

No, let’s not tell the mayor just yet.

And I sent it, and it is done, so I did do that.

All right, well, I’d say the case is in good hands.

Us little guys really need to stick together, right?

Like glue.

Good one.

Just call me if you ever need anything. Okay?

You’ve always got a friend at City Hall, Judy. All right!

Bye-bye!