It was this year's Mays-Motors La Subida.
The paint was a shade of green that glistened like a candy apple, and it was parked in a no-parking zone.
Felica Briggs, Traffic control officer of the Zootopia Police Department stared up at it with a frown. She tried to not let her job get to her, or take the hundreds of bad drivers out there who felt that traffic laws only existed for other drivers, personally. Yet... some days you couldn't help but see something that made her hackles rise.
This clown, (no disrespect to all the hard working clowns in zootopia of course), chose one of the worst places to park his behemoth luxury status symbol. The emergency lane of a local hospital. She gently crouched, tail twitching to the left and right in preparation to make a mighty leap onto the hood so that she could write him (or her) a proper ticket and leave some well-earned footprints on the polished hood. Her eyes then focused on a small sticker on the window and she paused. She knew that logo belonged to the Golden Shell Vehicular Security corporation, a company that was well-known for it's unorthodox and borderline legal security measures. She let her body relax and she stared at the sticker even harder before letting out a noise like a deflating balloon. Whomever owned this massive symbol of gender overcompensation had bought their 'Baarb Wire Electrical Deterrent' system. Long story short, it was given an alarm that if jostled by a person would react with enough of an electric charge to make them think twice. If she jumped on that hood she would be performing a rousing role in cat on a hot tin roof... just not the play.
Whoever this jerk was they certainly were keeping Felicia from her duty of making him pay a significant fine. She needed to think of a way around this thing. She needed to be sneaky and clever and innovative.
She then looked at the No Parking sign and groaned as a plan entered her mind.
The Briggs household was interesting to say the least. Briggs' mother was a free spirit and yet a fairly level-headded soul who never hid details of her wild youth to her children... and in some cases shared some of her hard-won skills. Briggs could pick a lock with the best of them, slip out of a pair of police grade handcuffs in less than 30 seconds (not that she would ever admit it)... but it was a particular skill that her mother had taught her that was coming into use now.
She glanced around to make certain no one was watching, then her body began to move to a beat only she could hear. As her hips swung to the left and right with a little extra twitch to them, her left hand reached up to take the sign's main pole into it's grip and she spun about it once, twice then on the third she hooked a leg about it and moved up with the grace only a cat could. In a few fluid moves she was now nearly at the top of the pole. Thighs flexing powerfully about the steel as she was now high enough to reach out and touch the windshield and the driver-side wiper. She pulled the ticket printer from her vest and tapped out the necessary data on the where and why and pressed the print button, causing the device to make a happy-sounding chirp and buzz as it spat the ticket into her hand. Reaching out, Felicia tucked the ticket behind the wiper blade and slid back down the pole to the ground... and saw a rather awe-struck Martin in scrubs standing there with a cup of coffee.
"Wow... that was..."
"Yeah." Felicia agreed as she straightened her vest and adjusted her hat. "Mother passed along some dancing skills from her salad days... just in case the police thing didn't work out."
"Smart lady." the martin said before looking up a the ticket. "That show is SO worth the cussing I'm gonna hear from the hospital administrator about this."
"The Administrator? Then they should have known better than to park in the emergency zone. You have a good day now, sir."
"Yes ma'am."