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The trio of Nick, Jack, and Billy spent the rest of the afternoon working out a sting operation to apprehend Billy Joe Sullivan and Bobbie Sue Murphy at Lucky's Bar, the establishment where Nick's ex-partner in crime claimed he had seen the couple. All three detectives were hoping that this is all it would take to get them into custody, though police work was seldom so easy.

Walking into the bar, the three were assailed with the acrid stench of cigarette smoke, cheap beer and greasy, deep fried food. The chattering of numerous conversations mixed in with the loud, twangy sound of country music being played over the PA. The trio found a table and sat down.

"What a dive," observed Jack, trying to get used to the dimly lit environment.

"I'd say the word shithole would be a more apt description," said Nick, picking up a menu on the table and nosing through it.

"I've seen my fair share of roadhouses back in Texas that were more elegant than this place," said Billy, clearly disgusted by the surroundings.

"I hate going in bars anyway," said Jack, trying to wave smoke away from their table.

"Me too," said Nick. "Certainly not the best place for you and I to be in."

"Why's that?" inquired Billy, not knowing the story.

"Jack and I are both alcoholics," explained Nick. "He's been sober for ten years, and I quit drinking after I got so wasted that I punched a bar owner. Luckily my wife and Jack were able to talk him out of pressing charges, or I wouldn't be a cop right now."

"Oh," said Billy. "I didn't know."

"It's okay," said Jack. "I'm completely open about it--best way to deal with a problem in my opinion."

"Well, I certainly like a good stiff drink every now and then, but I ain't gonna be doin' any of that while we're on the clock," said Billy. "I'm gonna be right happy when we catch those two little raccoons."

Nick and Jack hoped the same. Nick was just glad that Jack was there with him, as he was already feeling the urge to drink just being in a bar.

"Hi!" a slender young vixen said to the trio as she walked up to their table. "Welcome to Lucky's! Can I get you boys anything to drink?"

"I think we'll all have a club soda to start out with," said Nick, still browsing his menu. "I'm going to need some more time to decide on food."

"Me too," said Jack.

"I think I'll have me some onion rings to start out with, missy," said the coyote, giving their waitress a slight grin. She jotted down the order and took off for the kitchen, with Billy making no attempt to disguise the fact that he was ogling over the vixen's rear end.

"God damn," said the coyote, giving the table a smack. "I'd sure like to hit me some of that!"

"She's nice," said Nick, uninterested in the vixen's appearance.

"What's wrong, Nick?" asked Billy. "You don't think she's a fine lookin' young thing?"

"Of course," said Nick, looking up from his menu. "But I'm happy with my lovely Judy."

"Aw," said Billy. "You got a picture of your Mrs. Wilde?"

"Sure do," said Nick, getting out his cell phone and unlocking it. He touched the photos app and selected a picture of him and Judy hugging. "Her she is!"

Billy got a view of the cell phone and cocked his head in confusion. He had expected to see vixen--a very fine vixen in the photo, given that Nick was not an unattractive male fox--but instead saw a female rabbit. He tried to think of something to say.

"Um . . . you sure that's the right picture, Nick?" asked the coyote.

"Yes," said Nick. "My wife's a rabbit."

"Well, I'll be," said Billy with a laugh. "She's a right cute thing, I'll tell you that."

"Thanks," said Nick. "Just don't tell her that she's cute. I guess rabbits are pretty sensitive about that word being used by other species, although I'm allowed to call her that."

"You two got any little ones yet?" inquired Billy.

"We're expecting our first litter here in a couple of weeks," said the fox, beaming with pride thinking about his impending fatherhood. "We're both super excited."

"You should be," said Billy. "I'm sure those little kids will be the cutest things."

The vixen returned with three club sodas for the guys, though Billy's onion rings were still frying in the kitchen. She got out her order pad, ready to scribble down what they wanted.

"You boys decide on what you're having?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Jack, putting down his menu. "I'll have a bacon cheeseburger, lettuce, pickles, tomato and onion. Fried too, please."

"For you sugar?" said the vixen, giving Nick a wink.

"I think I'll have the same as my friend," said Nick, not really caring about what he was going to eat, he was so busy thinking about the case.

"And for you?" she asked, turning to Billy.

"I'll have the prime cut steak," said Billy.

The vixen finished writing everything down, telling Billy that his onion rings would be up soon and that she would get their orders put in right away. The coyote couldn't help himself from getting another view of the vixen's butt as she walked away. Once out of sight, he turned around, grinning mischievously at the fox and wolf.

"I don't care what the food's like or the service," he said, rubbing his paws together covetously. "I'm giving her a big tip!"

"Hoping she'll sleep with you?" asked Jack, unable to keep from laughing at the coyote's lusty behavior.

"A fellar can wish, can't he?" asked Billy.

"He certainly can," answered Nick.

Stakeouts could be a very long, tedious endeavor for police. There was always the possibility that one could be at a location for hours on end, only to have nothing at all happen. It was also possible for something to happen very suddenly, without any warning. No matter what the case was, cops were expected to be vigilant at all times. Losing one's concentration could be hazardous, even fatal. At the moment, the trio of undercover detectives were more concerned about being killed by the restaurant than by Billy Joe or Bobbie Sue. Their food was unbelievably greasy and heart burn inducing. The smoke was so dense that one could actually see a cloud of gray when the light hit it just right. The music was grating, loud and annoying.

"It's almost eleven," said Nick, looking at his cell phone.

"They're going to be closing up soon," said Jack, feeling the need to go take a leak after drinking so many club sodas.

"Least now we can get outta this place," observed Billy. "I'm gonna have a monster of a headache tomorrow from breathing in all this smoke."

Frustrated, Nick got up and went over to the bar where their waitress was filling up some glasses with light beer. She looked up as she saw Nick approaching her, smiling at him like she'd been doing all night long.

"Can I get you something, sugar?" she asked.

"How often do you work her, ma'am?" Nick inquired.

She found the question odd, but answered anyway. "Every night of the week. Why you ask?"

Nick pulled his cell out, going again to the pictures app, but it wasn't Judy he wanted to show her. "Have either of these two been buying rounds of drinks for everyone here the past few nights."

"Oh no," answered the vixen, shaking her head. "I would have remembered somebody doing that--don't happen to often 'round here."

Nick could feel his frustration mounting. "Have they even been here at all?"

"No, sugar," she answered. "I've never seen them in my life."

"Thanks," said Nick. He reached in his pocket and gave the vixen the money for their check, telling her to keep the change. He wanted to get out of the place as soon as possible. Stomping over to the table, he saw Jack return from the men's room and Billy drinking what must have been his tenth club soda of the night. Both the wolf and coyote could tell Nick was not happy at all.

"What's wrong?" asked Jack.

"Billy Joe Sullivan and Bobbie Sue Murphy have never been to this place," growled the fox, his paws clenching into fists. "We just wasted hours of our time, breathing in smoke, listening to horrible music, and eating crappy food for nothing. Worst of all, I only wanted to go up to the bar about a hundred times tonight and drink myself stupid!"

"You're kidding me!" scoffed Jack.

"No," said Nick. "Now we have no clue where those two are, and I'm going to be asking someone some very serious questions right after we leave this place!"

Billy got to his feet. "I bet I know who you're goin' to be talkin' to, don't I?"

"Yes," said Nick, heading out the door. "Yes, you do."

Finnick was sound asleep in his beat up old van. The small fox had had a busy day of scamming and conning the citizens of Zootopia, and that always made him tired. Small as he was, his snoring could have been mistaken for that of an elephant. He turned to his right side, still asleep, dreaming about new scams for tomorrow. It was a never ending journey for him.

His sleep was suddenly interrupted when he heard something scraping the back of his van. Jumping to his feet, he picked up his baseball bat that he used for personal protection, only to fall back down as the van was lifted up at an angel. Stumbling about, he made it to the van's driver side door and got out, only to find himself being picked up by the collar of his shirt.

"What the hell!" snapped the fennec fox.

Finnick now found himself face to face with a very angry Nick Wilde. When the two had worked as partners in crime, he occasionally saw the taller fox get upset, but nothing like this. Nick was the picture of pure rage as he slammed Finnick against the brick building where the van had been parked next to.

"You son of a bitch!" screamed Nick. "You lied to me!"

Finnick looked out of the corner of his eye, seeing what had caused his van to suddenly be lifted up. The Traffic Enforcement Department was present, along with Nick, Jack and Billy as they proceeded to tow away the beat up old van.

"Where are you taking my van?" whined Finnick.

"It's gone," said Nick, slamming Finnick against the building again. "You made me, Jack and Billy spend the last six hours at the most disgusting bar in all of Zootopia for absolutely nothing! I should have been at home with my pregnant wife!"

Jack now stepped up next to Nick. "Not only that, but you put Nick and I through the hell of being at a place where we could have fallen off the wagon and started drinking again. Not to bright, Finnick."

"You're supposed to be my friend!" protested Finnick. "Where am I going to live now?"

"In jail, for all I care," said Nick. "Now, tell me what you really know about those two raccoons!"

"Nothing!" admitted Finnick. "I was just telling you I saw 'em at Lucky's to get some money!"

Nick dropped Finnick on his rump, making him yelp. Walking away, he and Jack met up with Billy, who was talking to one of the TED officers. "Where we at, boys?" asked the coyote.

"Nowhere," said Nick, shaking his head. "He doesn't have a clue where Billy Joe or Bobbie Sue are at."

"Ah, hell," said Billy. "Now we're gonna have to start back at square one!"

As Nick, Jack and Billy were busy having Finnick's van hauled off, in a section of Zootopia far from where they at, an old Cadillac was slowly cruising down the street, it's headlights off as it came to a stop. The driver, Billy Joe Sullivan pointed over to the passenger's side, which was occupied by Bobbie Sue Murphy.

"This is the place," said Billy Joe.

"It's huge!" responded the female raccoon. "You think that we'll get a good haul out of this job?"

"Honey," said Billy Joe, leaning in and kissing his girl. "After tonight, we'll never have to worry about money again, I promise you!"

The two lovers kissed passionately, excited by the heist they were ready to pull. Breaking their kiss, they put on their black ski masks, making sure that they had the rest of their burglary tools handy. Crow bar, rope, flashlights. Everything was in place. Billy took out his pistol, hitting the magazine release and checking that there was still ammo inside.

"What's the name of this place?" asked Bobbie Sue.

Billy Joe racked the slide of the pistol, chambering a round into the barrel. "Skulk Mansion!"