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Brock and Renard's Wilde Growth Drive - Chapter 2
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As Nick and his half-siblings rushed back inside, the fox saw his mother beside herself; she had her head buried in her hands, and her tail was lashing back and forth.
“Mom!” Nick rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I just got a call! Paul’s friends, they- they say they saw him disappear into Old Hill Manor, screaming and shouting for help before the door slammed shut on him!”
“Old Hill Manor?” Judy asked, twitching her nose.
“It’s an old historical site,” Nick explained quickly. “Built by the old rich coot that founded the town.”
Bruce stepped forward. “Have you called the cops, Ma?”
“We don’t have time for them to get out here!” Abigail shouted, and grabbed Nick’s arm. “Our brother’s one of the most famous cops around. You’ll help us get Pa back, right?”
Nick hesitated only for a moment. He looked from his mother’s tear-stained eyes to Judy, who nodded curtly, and he knew exactly how this was going to play out. “‘Course I will. Me and Carrots, right?”
Judy smiled quickly before turning to the older fox. “Mrs. Wilde, you call the local cops just so we have some back up. Tell them Zootopia’s District One went ahead to gather clues and scout out the location.”
“Oh, thank you,” Mrs. Wilde breathed a sigh of relief, throwing her arms around Nick and Judy. “Both of you.” She turned her attention to Nick, straightening his collar and tie out of habit. “You’ll be safe, won’t you? Abigail, Bruce,” she looked over to the badgers. “Keep yourselves safe, and make sure Nicky knows where he’s going.”
“Of course, Ma,” Bruce clapped Nick on the shoulder. “We only got him back home, we won’t let this scrawny fella slip away that easily.”
The older fox nodded, and quickly exchanged goodbyes with each of her children. Just as fast, Judy, Nick, Abigail, and Bruce piled into a pick-up truck, with Bruce in the driver’s seat. Judy and Nick were not as well equipped as they would have liked; they had seen little reason to bring their police paraphernalia on a vacation, but they at least had stun guns and two-way radios. Abigail had to make do with a huge wood cutting axe, and Bruce, well, Bruce was happy so long as he had a snack.
“You okay, Nick?” Judy asked, nudging her partner as the two of them rode on the flatbed.
“I’ll be a lot better when we find Paul. I hate seeing mom like that,” the fox muttered. “Paul’s not my dad. But he’s a good guy. If some thugs got their hands on him, we’ll stop them.”
Old Hill Manor was a stately and sprawling brick mansion, isolated from the rest of Badger Hill, but always within sight, perched on top of a hill, as its name implied, that loomed over the seaside town. It was centuries old, and had a sordid history of political scandals, murder, and, as of late, hauntings.
Nick arched his brow as he looked up at the imposing manse, surrounded by a tall, wrought-iron fence. “Well… so much for fences making good neighbors.”
“Look!” Bruce pointed. “It’s Pa’s truck!”
At the side of the road was an abandoned pick-up truck, with crates of fish that certainly smelled like they had been waiting out in the sun for awhile. On the side was Paul’s logo, a smiling badger in a yellow rain smock, holding up a fish. “McCoran’s Family Fisheries, Badger Hill’s Best Catch since 1898.”
Abigail grimaced, rolling her broad shoulders and gripping her axe tightly. “If they hurt Pa, they’ll be going back to wherever they come from one piece at a time.”
“Yeah, okay, Abigail Bunyan,” Nick put his paw on the axe handle, pushing it down. “How about we found out who they are first before we go hacking, okay?” He turned to his partner. “Carrots, you see a way in?”
Judy looked at the fence and smirked. “Just a sec.” She surmised the height, took a step back, then launched into the air, clearing the fence and landing on the other side. She looked over the gate, and with a well-aimed kick, knocked it open.
Bruce whistled low. “You fellas don’t mess around.”
Judy gave him a quick salute. “Protect and serve, and all.”
The four of them moved up to the main house, its high gothic walls and dusty windows leering down at them as if the mansion itself was judging them. Exchanging quick looks with each other, they pressed inside, only for the doors to slam shut behind them.
“...Great. That’s not ominous at all,” Nick muttered. They stood around a cobweb covered parlor, wooden walls darkened black with age. On a fireplace was a painting of a decrepit looking badger that the fox swore was getting older the longer he looked at it. “Nice place.”
“So, what do we do now?” Abigail asked. “Split up?”
The fox scoffed. “Yeah, great. That’s never gone wrong. Well, gang, I’ll take Daphne, Velma and Shaggy, you go down the other way.” He tossed the badgers a two-way radio. “Buzz us if you find anything.”
“We’ll meet back up here in twenty minutes, okay?” Judy added.
Abigail and Bruce nodded, cutting to the left. After looking into every nook and cranny, they found themselves walking down an unfathomably long corridor, a gallery lined with portraits of the residents of the mansion, in more corruptible states.
“Sis, is this room actually stretching… or is it just my imagination?” Bruce gulped.
Abigail herself made a disquieting observation. “There aren’t any windows or doors… what happened to where we came in?”
“So…” Bruce looked around. “How do we find a way out?”
“Of course,” a new voice spoke, instantly petrifying the siblings. “There’s always my way…”
On the other end of the mansion, Nick and Judy began putting their police training to work. Judy’s nose twitched as she picked up a scent, and found a scrap of clothing. “Hey, Nick… does Paul wear plaid a lot?”
The fox scoffed. “Like his life depended on it.”
“I found this.” She offered a scrap of plaid cloth. “Looks like it was torn off a sleeve.”
“Well, I don’t think the hoity-toity Gracey clan that lived here were big fans of plaid,” Nick muttered.
“Nick! Judy!” the two-way radio crackled with Abigail’s voice.
Judy snatched their radio. “Judy here, what’s going on, Abby?”
“There’s some crazy bastard runnin’ around this place! He had a hose filled with… uh…”
“It tasted like strawberry jam!” Bruce cut in.
Nick and Judy exchanged concerned looks. “What happened? Did you get a good look at him?”
“He was wearing this loopy black suit, had big ears, and tan fur. I hacked his hose apart with my axe and we bolted. Should we call cops?” Abigail asked.
Nick sighed. “We are the cops, Abby. Just get your axe and Colonel Mustard over there and get back to the parlor!”
“Great, so… a hose-wielding maniac armed with strawberry jam. You missing Bellweather yet, Nick?” Judy smirked, nudging her partner.
“More and more,” the fox muttered. Before they began working their way back, they heard a gruff voice call out from further inside the mansion. “Help!”
The two-way radio crackled again. “Nick! Judy! Somethin’ freaky’s got a hold of Abby!”
“That was Paul,” Nick shot back. “Carrots, let me take care of this, you go help out the Wonder Twins.”
“Nick!” Judy grabbed the fox’s arm. “Don’t go charging in alone!”
“Hey, I learned from the best, right?” Nick smirked, pulling out of Judy’s grasp. “Trust me, I can handle this. But I need you to go see what’s got Bruce freaked out.”
Judy bit her lip. “Alright- be safe, partner.”
“Always,” Nick shot back, charging deeper into the mansion.
Officer Hopps ran back to the parlor, only to see one of the weirdest sights of her career. On the floor, Abigail was wrestling with a thick hose that had dropped from the ceiling, the front suctioned on to her and the rest wrapped around her body like a boa constrictor. To her side, Bruce, his whole body shaking, was struggling with the axe.
“What happened?” Judy shouted, trying to grab hold of the hose.
Bruce hesitated, pulling out of an axe swing at the last second. “This- this thing dropped down from the ceiling and grabbed her!”
“Well, take the swing!” the rabbit shot back, trying to untangle Abigail.
“I just know how to cut wood! Wood don’t wriggle around, and- and- this is why Abby uses it!”
Abigail grunted, tearing the front of the hose off her mouth. “Bruce McCoran, just chop this thing in half!”
Judy tugged on the hose, drawing it taut. “You got a clean shot, just take it!”
Bruce whimpered, but swung the axe as hard as he could; it tore straight through, and the parts still wrapped around Abigail suddenly fell limp.
“This whole mansion is all kinds of weird!” Abigail declared, shaking the rest of it off her. “It’s all rigged with these hoses with… jam. The hell would Pa be doin’ in a place like this?” She looked Judy up and down. “Where’s Nick?”
“He heard Paul; he’s here, but he’s deeper in the mansion. You guys coming with me? I got a bad feeling he’s going to need back up.”
Nick found himself in the mansion’s library, trying not to focus too closely on the statue busts; he was almost certain their eyes were following him. “Right. Note to self; when Carrots makes vacation plans, just say no.”
“Help!”
There was Paul’s voice again. Nick’s fur was standing on end as he peered into a long, dark hallway where he heard the cry for help. “Oh… perfect,” he muttered, grabbing his stun gun. At the end of the hallway was a candelabra, floating in mid-air, and slowly drawing closer.
“Alright, Casper, jig’s up!” Nick shouted. “You can’t con a con-man, I know there isn’t a ghost here.” There was no answer, and the candelabra was still growing closer. “Halt! Uh… stop!” With the lights drawing closer, Nick pulled the trigger, and his stun gun found its mark, shocking someone clad in black as the candelabra clattered to the floor. The fox ran forward, looking down at his victim. He was a kangaroo by the looks of it, with his large feet and ears and tan fur. He had goggles and a shock of red hair, and appeared to be unconscious.
“I warned you- can’t outfox a fox.”
“Help! Anybody!”
Nick looked up, then patted the kangaroo’s cheek. “Don’t go anywhere, sweetcheeks, I’ll have a few questions for you when this is over.”
The fox ran to the end of the hallway and burst into the next room; it was the grand ballroom of the mansion, a cavernous chamber with a long table still filled with plates and silverware, crystal chandeliers overhead, and a huge organ at the other end. Only, as Nick looked closer, the plates had very recently been picked clean; there were bones and gristle left over, and his nose told him they were still fresh. When he heard a moan, his eyes widened with shock as what he assumed to be a pile of… something began shifting around at the head of the table. Judging by the plaid… no, it couldn’t be.
“...Paul?” Nick asked, inching closer.
“Nick?” a voice gasped breathlessly. “Is that you?”
Nick’s jaw dropped open as he took in the sight of his step-father. Paul was never a svelte guy, but now, the badger was ballooned to elephantine proportions, with a belly so stuffed to the gills it towered over the fox, a giant, grey boulder that had stretched his plaid shirt far beyond repair, little scraps of cloth clinging to its bulbous mass. Paul’s limbs, already swollen with lard, laid limply at his sides, and his face was stretched with giant chipmunk cheeks and multiple chins.
“What the hell happened to you?” Nick grunted, trying to help the immobile badger into a sitting position and failing miserably.
“Ya gotta get out of here, kid! There’s this crazy guy that stuffed me full-a food, in a black suit and goggles-”
“The kangaroo? I know, don’t worry, I tazed him. He’s knocked out cold.”
Paul helplessly jiggled. “No, no, kid! You don’t understand! I thought I got him too, but he’s slippery, and--”
Both Nick and Paul’s attention immediately snapped over to the organ, where the black-clad kangaroo was hammering out the first notes to Bach’s Toccata and Fugue, before swinging around on the stool and waving to Nick. “Well, if it isn’t the soon-to-be long and flabby arm of the law!”
“The long and… what? Who the Hell are you?” Nick grabbed for his stun gun, only to find it was missing.
“Ya looking for this?” the Kangaroo smirked, twirling the gun around in his hand. “You’re not the only one with a criminal past, Wilde. Bounty hunter myself. You could say I like to take on… big targets.”
Nick growled, squaring his shoulders. “Alright, you weirdo. I’ve been through scraps before. Put the stun gun down- I got my back up coming, and they’re going to tear you a new one.”
“Mm…” the black-clad maniac tapped his chin. “No.” He aimed and fired faster than Nick could react, and with fifty thousand volts zapping him, the fox fell back unconscious.
When he came to, Nick tried to move, but soon panic set in, as he found he was bound to a chair, his arms and legs tied back, and an apparatus wrapped around his mouth. His eyes wide, he craned his neck to see the kangaroo next to him, patting his head.
“Wakey, wakey. I couldn’t believe my good luck when I saw that the Nick Wilde sauntered into my humble abode. Ah, where are my manners? I’m Archie,” the kangaroo said with a flourishing bow. “And thanks for the tip about your back-up…” He threw his thumb over his shoulder, where the doors to the ballroom had been barricaded. “Now we won’t have any interruptions. And who likes being interrupted during a good meal?” He chuckled as Nick struggled, trying to shout something that only came out as muffled mutterings. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m a good host, I won’t let you go hungry… you have a thing for… blueberry, am I right?”
Nick struggled in vain, trying to break free, but Archie laughed maniacally as he pushed a button; the fox was nearly knocked over by the pressure built up in the hose; a stream of thick, sweet blueberry jam, laced with… something Nick couldn’t quite put his finger on streamed into his mouth. It tasted amazing, and Nick even let loose a small, pleasurable moan; he did have a thing for blueberry.
“Good, isn’t it?” Archie smirked, nudging Nick’s side. Already, his stomach was feeling taut. “Don’t you worry. It’s a special recipe. High-tech, bio-engineered… it’s terribly addicting, terribly tasty, and there will always be room for more.” There was a banging at the door, and Archie’s smirk just grew wider. “Don’t worry. Nothing’s going to interrupt your meal.”
Nick quickly lost track of time. No matter how good the stuff being pumped into him tasted, he was still keenly aware of the effects it was having on his body. His belly was swollen, his shirt split down the sides; his tie erupted into bits, as a bulbous second chin forced its way forward. Slowly, his panic was subsiding, and the taste on his tongue was awfully good…
“Knock knock!” An axe found its way through the wall of the upper balcony, making a hole just big enough for a certain bunny to leap through. Judy, armed with a stun gun, took another leap from the railing, and with a well aimed kick, knocked Nick clean out of his long-suffering seat, the force of impact the last straw to shatter the piece of furniture as the engorged fox landed in a heap, free from his forced fed meal.
“Sorry… Nick?!” Judy gaped at her partner. The fox was several times over the animal he used to be, with every part of his body swaddled in heavy, thick layers of fat, dominated by a belly that had bowled out into a tankard, still sloshing from his overdone meal. His limbs were heavy and ponderous, but under his own willpower, he forced himself up on his feet.
“Hey… hey, Carrots.” Nick offered a tired grin, wheezing from the effort.
The badger siblings had forced their way into the ballroom, and gasped at their sight of their father. “Pa!” Abigail shouted, waving her axe at Archie. “You twisted freak, what’d you do to him?”
“I gave him a good meal!” the Kangaroo shouted back, and then wrapped his arms around Judy, hose in hand. “Same kind I’m going to treat Zootopia’s biggest- well, second biggest now- hero to.”
Nick growled, and summoned up what strength he had left to grab on to the kangaroo. “Get your hands off my partner!”
The two struggled; Nick, after years of police training, was stronger, but he was also burdened with several hundreds of pounds more than the kangaroo. Despite all odds, Nick gut-checked Archie and knocked him flat. Then, with a smirk, he landed on top of the kangaroo with an audible, even finite, thud.
“I suppose you think this is poetic justice,” Archie grumbled, gasping for breath under nearly five hundred pounds of fox.
“It’s called a-”
“Don’t say it,” Archie shot, glaring at both Nick and Judy. “Neither of you. You both should know I’m not the only one; big things are happening in Badger Hill. And it’s my kind of big.” His eyes led over to the beached whale that used to be Nick’s step-father. “I’m a small piece of a huge puzzle, and this won’t be the last you see of me, either, Wilde. You didn’t have dessert.”
Oh no! A nefarious conspiracy is about to rock Badger Hill! What’s the first step in Nick and Judy’s Investigation?
A - To the gym! Abigail’s workout buddies can offer the investigation some muscle.
B -To some of the local food joints! Nick’s suddenly a lot hungrier…
C -To the harbor! It’s the only big business in town.
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Renard_DeFleureaxAs Nick and his half-siblings rushed back inside, the fox saw his mother beside herself; she had her head buried in her hands, and her tail was lashing back and forth.
“Mom!” Nick rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I just got a call! Paul’s friends, they- they say they saw him disappear into Old Hill Manor, screaming and shouting for help before the door slammed shut on him!”
“Old Hill Manor?” Judy asked, twitching her nose.
“It’s an old historical site,” Nick explained quickly. “Built by the old rich coot that founded the town.”
Bruce stepped forward. “Have you called the cops, Ma?”
“We don’t have time for them to get out here!” Abigail shouted, and grabbed Nick’s arm. “Our brother’s one of the most famous cops around. You’ll help us get Pa back, right?”
Nick hesitated only for a moment. He looked from his mother’s tear-stained eyes to Judy, who nodded curtly, and he knew exactly how this was going to play out. “‘Course I will. Me and Carrots, right?”
Judy smiled quickly before turning to the older fox. “Mrs. Wilde, you call the local cops just so we have some back up. Tell them Zootopia’s District One went ahead to gather clues and scout out the location.”
“Oh, thank you,” Mrs. Wilde breathed a sigh of relief, throwing her arms around Nick and Judy. “Both of you.” She turned her attention to Nick, straightening his collar and tie out of habit. “You’ll be safe, won’t you? Abigail, Bruce,” she looked over to the badgers. “Keep yourselves safe, and make sure Nicky knows where he’s going.”
“Of course, Ma,” Bruce clapped Nick on the shoulder. “We only got him back home, we won’t let this scrawny fella slip away that easily.”
The older fox nodded, and quickly exchanged goodbyes with each of her children. Just as fast, Judy, Nick, Abigail, and Bruce piled into a pick-up truck, with Bruce in the driver’s seat. Judy and Nick were not as well equipped as they would have liked; they had seen little reason to bring their police paraphernalia on a vacation, but they at least had stun guns and two-way radios. Abigail had to make do with a huge wood cutting axe, and Bruce, well, Bruce was happy so long as he had a snack.
“You okay, Nick?” Judy asked, nudging her partner as the two of them rode on the flatbed.
“I’ll be a lot better when we find Paul. I hate seeing mom like that,” the fox muttered. “Paul’s not my dad. But he’s a good guy. If some thugs got their hands on him, we’ll stop them.”
Old Hill Manor was a stately and sprawling brick mansion, isolated from the rest of Badger Hill, but always within sight, perched on top of a hill, as its name implied, that loomed over the seaside town. It was centuries old, and had a sordid history of political scandals, murder, and, as of late, hauntings.
Nick arched his brow as he looked up at the imposing manse, surrounded by a tall, wrought-iron fence. “Well… so much for fences making good neighbors.”
“Look!” Bruce pointed. “It’s Pa’s truck!”
At the side of the road was an abandoned pick-up truck, with crates of fish that certainly smelled like they had been waiting out in the sun for awhile. On the side was Paul’s logo, a smiling badger in a yellow rain smock, holding up a fish. “McCoran’s Family Fisheries, Badger Hill’s Best Catch since 1898.”
Abigail grimaced, rolling her broad shoulders and gripping her axe tightly. “If they hurt Pa, they’ll be going back to wherever they come from one piece at a time.”
“Yeah, okay, Abigail Bunyan,” Nick put his paw on the axe handle, pushing it down. “How about we found out who they are first before we go hacking, okay?” He turned to his partner. “Carrots, you see a way in?”
Judy looked at the fence and smirked. “Just a sec.” She surmised the height, took a step back, then launched into the air, clearing the fence and landing on the other side. She looked over the gate, and with a well-aimed kick, knocked it open.
Bruce whistled low. “You fellas don’t mess around.”
Judy gave him a quick salute. “Protect and serve, and all.”
The four of them moved up to the main house, its high gothic walls and dusty windows leering down at them as if the mansion itself was judging them. Exchanging quick looks with each other, they pressed inside, only for the doors to slam shut behind them.
“...Great. That’s not ominous at all,” Nick muttered. They stood around a cobweb covered parlor, wooden walls darkened black with age. On a fireplace was a painting of a decrepit looking badger that the fox swore was getting older the longer he looked at it. “Nice place.”
“So, what do we do now?” Abigail asked. “Split up?”
The fox scoffed. “Yeah, great. That’s never gone wrong. Well, gang, I’ll take Daphne, Velma and Shaggy, you go down the other way.” He tossed the badgers a two-way radio. “Buzz us if you find anything.”
“We’ll meet back up here in twenty minutes, okay?” Judy added.
Abigail and Bruce nodded, cutting to the left. After looking into every nook and cranny, they found themselves walking down an unfathomably long corridor, a gallery lined with portraits of the residents of the mansion, in more corruptible states.
“Sis, is this room actually stretching… or is it just my imagination?” Bruce gulped.
Abigail herself made a disquieting observation. “There aren’t any windows or doors… what happened to where we came in?”
“So…” Bruce looked around. “How do we find a way out?”
“Of course,” a new voice spoke, instantly petrifying the siblings. “There’s always my way…”
On the other end of the mansion, Nick and Judy began putting their police training to work. Judy’s nose twitched as she picked up a scent, and found a scrap of clothing. “Hey, Nick… does Paul wear plaid a lot?”
The fox scoffed. “Like his life depended on it.”
“I found this.” She offered a scrap of plaid cloth. “Looks like it was torn off a sleeve.”
“Well, I don’t think the hoity-toity Gracey clan that lived here were big fans of plaid,” Nick muttered.
“Nick! Judy!” the two-way radio crackled with Abigail’s voice.
Judy snatched their radio. “Judy here, what’s going on, Abby?”
“There’s some crazy bastard runnin’ around this place! He had a hose filled with… uh…”
“It tasted like strawberry jam!” Bruce cut in.
Nick and Judy exchanged concerned looks. “What happened? Did you get a good look at him?”
“He was wearing this loopy black suit, had big ears, and tan fur. I hacked his hose apart with my axe and we bolted. Should we call cops?” Abigail asked.
Nick sighed. “We are the cops, Abby. Just get your axe and Colonel Mustard over there and get back to the parlor!”
“Great, so… a hose-wielding maniac armed with strawberry jam. You missing Bellweather yet, Nick?” Judy smirked, nudging her partner.
“More and more,” the fox muttered. Before they began working their way back, they heard a gruff voice call out from further inside the mansion. “Help!”
The two-way radio crackled again. “Nick! Judy! Somethin’ freaky’s got a hold of Abby!”
“That was Paul,” Nick shot back. “Carrots, let me take care of this, you go help out the Wonder Twins.”
“Nick!” Judy grabbed the fox’s arm. “Don’t go charging in alone!”
“Hey, I learned from the best, right?” Nick smirked, pulling out of Judy’s grasp. “Trust me, I can handle this. But I need you to go see what’s got Bruce freaked out.”
Judy bit her lip. “Alright- be safe, partner.”
“Always,” Nick shot back, charging deeper into the mansion.
Officer Hopps ran back to the parlor, only to see one of the weirdest sights of her career. On the floor, Abigail was wrestling with a thick hose that had dropped from the ceiling, the front suctioned on to her and the rest wrapped around her body like a boa constrictor. To her side, Bruce, his whole body shaking, was struggling with the axe.
“What happened?” Judy shouted, trying to grab hold of the hose.
Bruce hesitated, pulling out of an axe swing at the last second. “This- this thing dropped down from the ceiling and grabbed her!”
“Well, take the swing!” the rabbit shot back, trying to untangle Abigail.
“I just know how to cut wood! Wood don’t wriggle around, and- and- this is why Abby uses it!”
Abigail grunted, tearing the front of the hose off her mouth. “Bruce McCoran, just chop this thing in half!”
Judy tugged on the hose, drawing it taut. “You got a clean shot, just take it!”
Bruce whimpered, but swung the axe as hard as he could; it tore straight through, and the parts still wrapped around Abigail suddenly fell limp.
“This whole mansion is all kinds of weird!” Abigail declared, shaking the rest of it off her. “It’s all rigged with these hoses with… jam. The hell would Pa be doin’ in a place like this?” She looked Judy up and down. “Where’s Nick?”
“He heard Paul; he’s here, but he’s deeper in the mansion. You guys coming with me? I got a bad feeling he’s going to need back up.”
Nick found himself in the mansion’s library, trying not to focus too closely on the statue busts; he was almost certain their eyes were following him. “Right. Note to self; when Carrots makes vacation plans, just say no.”
“Help!”
There was Paul’s voice again. Nick’s fur was standing on end as he peered into a long, dark hallway where he heard the cry for help. “Oh… perfect,” he muttered, grabbing his stun gun. At the end of the hallway was a candelabra, floating in mid-air, and slowly drawing closer.
“Alright, Casper, jig’s up!” Nick shouted. “You can’t con a con-man, I know there isn’t a ghost here.” There was no answer, and the candelabra was still growing closer. “Halt! Uh… stop!” With the lights drawing closer, Nick pulled the trigger, and his stun gun found its mark, shocking someone clad in black as the candelabra clattered to the floor. The fox ran forward, looking down at his victim. He was a kangaroo by the looks of it, with his large feet and ears and tan fur. He had goggles and a shock of red hair, and appeared to be unconscious.
“I warned you- can’t outfox a fox.”
“Help! Anybody!”
Nick looked up, then patted the kangaroo’s cheek. “Don’t go anywhere, sweetcheeks, I’ll have a few questions for you when this is over.”
The fox ran to the end of the hallway and burst into the next room; it was the grand ballroom of the mansion, a cavernous chamber with a long table still filled with plates and silverware, crystal chandeliers overhead, and a huge organ at the other end. Only, as Nick looked closer, the plates had very recently been picked clean; there were bones and gristle left over, and his nose told him they were still fresh. When he heard a moan, his eyes widened with shock as what he assumed to be a pile of… something began shifting around at the head of the table. Judging by the plaid… no, it couldn’t be.
“...Paul?” Nick asked, inching closer.
“Nick?” a voice gasped breathlessly. “Is that you?”
Nick’s jaw dropped open as he took in the sight of his step-father. Paul was never a svelte guy, but now, the badger was ballooned to elephantine proportions, with a belly so stuffed to the gills it towered over the fox, a giant, grey boulder that had stretched his plaid shirt far beyond repair, little scraps of cloth clinging to its bulbous mass. Paul’s limbs, already swollen with lard, laid limply at his sides, and his face was stretched with giant chipmunk cheeks and multiple chins.
“What the hell happened to you?” Nick grunted, trying to help the immobile badger into a sitting position and failing miserably.
“Ya gotta get out of here, kid! There’s this crazy guy that stuffed me full-a food, in a black suit and goggles-”
“The kangaroo? I know, don’t worry, I tazed him. He’s knocked out cold.”
Paul helplessly jiggled. “No, no, kid! You don’t understand! I thought I got him too, but he’s slippery, and--”
Both Nick and Paul’s attention immediately snapped over to the organ, where the black-clad kangaroo was hammering out the first notes to Bach’s Toccata and Fugue, before swinging around on the stool and waving to Nick. “Well, if it isn’t the soon-to-be long and flabby arm of the law!”
“The long and… what? Who the Hell are you?” Nick grabbed for his stun gun, only to find it was missing.
“Ya looking for this?” the Kangaroo smirked, twirling the gun around in his hand. “You’re not the only one with a criminal past, Wilde. Bounty hunter myself. You could say I like to take on… big targets.”
Nick growled, squaring his shoulders. “Alright, you weirdo. I’ve been through scraps before. Put the stun gun down- I got my back up coming, and they’re going to tear you a new one.”
“Mm…” the black-clad maniac tapped his chin. “No.” He aimed and fired faster than Nick could react, and with fifty thousand volts zapping him, the fox fell back unconscious.
When he came to, Nick tried to move, but soon panic set in, as he found he was bound to a chair, his arms and legs tied back, and an apparatus wrapped around his mouth. His eyes wide, he craned his neck to see the kangaroo next to him, patting his head.
“Wakey, wakey. I couldn’t believe my good luck when I saw that the Nick Wilde sauntered into my humble abode. Ah, where are my manners? I’m Archie,” the kangaroo said with a flourishing bow. “And thanks for the tip about your back-up…” He threw his thumb over his shoulder, where the doors to the ballroom had been barricaded. “Now we won’t have any interruptions. And who likes being interrupted during a good meal?” He chuckled as Nick struggled, trying to shout something that only came out as muffled mutterings. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m a good host, I won’t let you go hungry… you have a thing for… blueberry, am I right?”
Nick struggled in vain, trying to break free, but Archie laughed maniacally as he pushed a button; the fox was nearly knocked over by the pressure built up in the hose; a stream of thick, sweet blueberry jam, laced with… something Nick couldn’t quite put his finger on streamed into his mouth. It tasted amazing, and Nick even let loose a small, pleasurable moan; he did have a thing for blueberry.
“Good, isn’t it?” Archie smirked, nudging Nick’s side. Already, his stomach was feeling taut. “Don’t you worry. It’s a special recipe. High-tech, bio-engineered… it’s terribly addicting, terribly tasty, and there will always be room for more.” There was a banging at the door, and Archie’s smirk just grew wider. “Don’t worry. Nothing’s going to interrupt your meal.”
Nick quickly lost track of time. No matter how good the stuff being pumped into him tasted, he was still keenly aware of the effects it was having on his body. His belly was swollen, his shirt split down the sides; his tie erupted into bits, as a bulbous second chin forced its way forward. Slowly, his panic was subsiding, and the taste on his tongue was awfully good…
“Knock knock!” An axe found its way through the wall of the upper balcony, making a hole just big enough for a certain bunny to leap through. Judy, armed with a stun gun, took another leap from the railing, and with a well aimed kick, knocked Nick clean out of his long-suffering seat, the force of impact the last straw to shatter the piece of furniture as the engorged fox landed in a heap, free from his forced fed meal.
“Sorry… Nick?!” Judy gaped at her partner. The fox was several times over the animal he used to be, with every part of his body swaddled in heavy, thick layers of fat, dominated by a belly that had bowled out into a tankard, still sloshing from his overdone meal. His limbs were heavy and ponderous, but under his own willpower, he forced himself up on his feet.
“Hey… hey, Carrots.” Nick offered a tired grin, wheezing from the effort.
The badger siblings had forced their way into the ballroom, and gasped at their sight of their father. “Pa!” Abigail shouted, waving her axe at Archie. “You twisted freak, what’d you do to him?”
“I gave him a good meal!” the Kangaroo shouted back, and then wrapped his arms around Judy, hose in hand. “Same kind I’m going to treat Zootopia’s biggest- well, second biggest now- hero to.”
Nick growled, and summoned up what strength he had left to grab on to the kangaroo. “Get your hands off my partner!”
The two struggled; Nick, after years of police training, was stronger, but he was also burdened with several hundreds of pounds more than the kangaroo. Despite all odds, Nick gut-checked Archie and knocked him flat. Then, with a smirk, he landed on top of the kangaroo with an audible, even finite, thud.
“I suppose you think this is poetic justice,” Archie grumbled, gasping for breath under nearly five hundred pounds of fox.
“It’s called a-”
“Don’t say it,” Archie shot, glaring at both Nick and Judy. “Neither of you. You both should know I’m not the only one; big things are happening in Badger Hill. And it’s my kind of big.” His eyes led over to the beached whale that used to be Nick’s step-father. “I’m a small piece of a huge puzzle, and this won’t be the last you see of me, either, Wilde. You didn’t have dessert.”
Oh no! A nefarious conspiracy is about to rock Badger Hill! What’s the first step in Nick and Judy’s Investigation?
A - To the gym! Abigail’s workout buddies can offer the investigation some muscle.
B -
C -
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