Judy drove around in her traffic cart until she found Nick pushing a baby stroller down the street. She smiled when she saw him. "Hi! Hello? It's me again!"

 

"Hey, it's Officer Toot-Toot," said Nick with a smirk¹.

 

"Ha-ha-ho!" Judy gave a fake laugh, humoring him. "No, actually, it's Officer Hopps, and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case."

 

"What happened, meter maid?" asked Nick. "Did someone steal a traffic cone³? It wasn't me."

 

Nick walked on, pushing the stroller around the corner. Judy pulled in front of him.

 

"Carrots, you're gonna wake the baby. I've got to get to work," said Nick.

 

"This is important, sir. I think your ten dollars' worth of pawpsicles can wait."

 

Nick faced her and raised his eyebrows⁴. "I make two hundred bucks⁵ a day, Fluff. Three hundred sixty-five days a year, since I was twelve. And time is money, so hop² along."

 

"Please, just look at the picture," said Judy, holding up the picture of Mr. Otterton. "You sold Mr. Otterton that pawpsicle, right? Do you know him?"

 

"Lady, I know everybody. I also know that somewhere there's a toy store missing its stuffed animals, so why don't you get back to your box?"

 

Judy's ears drooped⁶. "Fine," she said. "Then we'll have to do this the hard way." She slapped a parking boot onto the wheel of the stroller, locking it in place.

 

"Did you just boot my stroller?"

 

"Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest," Judy said.

 

Nick smiled, amused. "For what?

 

"Felony tax evasion," she replied.

 

Nick's smile quickly dropped.

 

"Yeah...," continued Judy. "Two hundred dollars a day...three hundred sixty-five days a year...since you were twelve. That's two decades, so times twenty...which is one million, four hundred sixty thousand—I think, I mean I am just a dumb bunny—but we are good at multiplying. Anyway, according to your tax forms"—Judy presented some tax forms to Nick—"you reported, let me see here, zero. Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense⁷. Five years jail time."

 

"Well, it's my word against yours," said Nick.

 

Judy held up a carrot-shaped pen and clicked a button. Suddenly, a recording⁸ of Nick's voice played from a speaker inside the pen: "I make two hundred bucks a day, Fluff. Three hundred sixty-five days a year, since I was twelve."

 

"Actually, it's your word against yours," Judy said. "And if you want this pen, you're going to cooperate with my investigation⁹ or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria." She grinned. "It's called a hustle¹⁰, sweetheart."

 

From the baby stroller, Finnick laughed hysterically¹¹. "She hustled¹² you. She hustled you good. You're a cop now, Nick; you're gonna need one of these!" Finnick slapped his ZPD badge sticker on Nick. "Have fun working with the fuzz!" Finnick jumped out of his stroller and walked away.

 

Nick took the photo of Mr. Otterton and looked at it.

 

"Start talking," said Judy.

 

"I don't know where he is. I only saw where he went."

 

Judy smiled broadly at him and patted the passenger seat of her cart. "Great, let's go."

 

"It's not exactly a place for a cute little bunny," said Nick.

 

"Don't call me cute," Judy said. "Get in the car."

 

"Okay. You're the boss." Nick climbed in, and they headed off.

 

朱迪驾驶着她的巡逻车到处转悠，终于发现尼克正沿街推着一辆折叠式婴儿车。她看到尼克，笑容满面：“嗨!你好。又见到你了!”

 

“你好，嘟嘟警官。”尼克一脸坏笑说道。

 

“哈哈哈!”朱迪装作很开心来迎合他，说道，“不对，实际上，我是霍普斯警官，我过来是想就一起案件来问你几个问题。”

 

“出什么事了，女交警?”尼克问道，“有人偷了锥形交通路标吗?不是我。”

 

尼克继续向前走，把婴儿折叠车推到了拐弯处。朱迪则一把把婴儿车拉到了他面前。

 

“‘胡萝卜’，你会吵醒小宝宝的。我还得工作呢。”尼克说道。

 

“这很重要，先生。我觉得你那价值10美元的梅花掌冰棍不着急。”

 

尼克看着她，扬起了眉毛：“我一天挣200美元，‘绒毛团’。自打我12岁起，一年365天忙不停。时间就是金钱，所以赶紧走吧。”

 

“拜托，只要看一眼这张照片就行。”朱迪说着，把奥獭顿先生的那张照片举了起来，“你卖过梅花掌冰棍给奥獭顿先生，对吧?你认识他吗?”

 

“女士，我谁都认识。我还知道某个玩具店丢了毛绒玩具，所以你怎么不回到盒子里去呢?”

 

朱迪的耳朵耷拉了下来。“很好，”她说道，“这样的话，我们就要来点硬的了。”她啪的一声压下婴儿车轮子上的夹锁，把它锁在了原地。

 

“你刚刚锁了我的婴儿车?”

 

“尼古拉斯·王尔德，你被捕了。”朱迪说道。

 

尼克微微一笑，被逗乐了：“凭什么?”

 

“重罪偷税漏税。”她回答道。

 

尼克的笑容很快消失了。

 

“对啊……”朱迪继续说道，“一天200美元……一年365天……从你12岁开始。那就是20年，所以乘以20……那就是1,460,000美元——我觉得，我的意思是我只不过是只愚蠢的兔子——不过我们很擅长乘法。不管怎样，根据你的纳税申报表——”朱迪向尼克出示了一些纳税申报表——“你申报的，让我看看这里，是0。太不走运了，在联邦纳税表上造假可是要受惩罚的罪行。坐牢五年。”

 

“哦，你说了不算，我说了才算。”尼克说道。

 

朱迪拿出一支胡萝卜形状的钢笔，啪嗒按了一下按钮。突然之间，尼克的声音从这支笔里的扩音器中传出来：“我一天挣200美元，‘绒毛团’。自打我12岁起，一年365天忙不停。”

 

“实际上，你自己的话让你说话不再算数了。”朱迪说道，“如果你想要这支笔，就要配合我做调查，否则你就只能去监狱里的咖啡厅卖梅花掌冰棍了。”她咧嘴一笑，继续说道：“这就叫买卖，亲爱的。”

 

小飞在婴儿车里狂笑不止：“她跟你做了个买卖。她比你还会做买卖。你现在是警察了，尼克;你需要一个这个!”小飞啪的一声把他的动物城警察局徽章贴纸粘在了尼克身上：“与警察合作愉快!”说完，小飞从婴儿折叠车里跳出来，步行离开了。

 

尼克接过奥獭顿先生的照片，仔细看了看。

 

“开始说吧。”朱迪说道。

 

“我不知道他在哪里。我只看到他朝哪个方向去了。”

 

朱迪看着他笑逐颜开，拍了拍巡逻车上的乘客座位，说道：“很好，我们走。”

 

“那可真不是可爱的小兔子去的地方。”尼克说道。

 

“别用‘可爱’形容我，”朱迪说道，“上车。”

 

“好吧，听你的。”尼克爬上了车之后，他们就离开了。

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