[Judy has tracked down Nick, believing him to be a lead in her case. She drives her meter maid cart next to him.]
Judy:
Hi! Hello! It's me again.
Nick:
Hey, it's Officer Toot-toot!
Judy:
Ha-ha-ho. No. Actually, it's Officer Hopps, and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case.
Nick:
What happened, meter maid? Did someone steal a traffic cone? It wasn't me.
[Annoyed, Judy rides up and pulls up in front of Nick, blaring her siren.]
Nick:
Hey, Carrots, you're gonna wake the baby. I gotta get to work.
Judy:
[gets out of her cart with the folder, a notepad, and a carrot pen] This is important, sir. I think your "$10" worth of pawpsicles can wait.
Nick:
Ha! I make 200 bucks a day, Fluff. 365 days a year, since I was 12. And time is money. Hop along.
Judy:
Please, just look at the picture. [shows a close up picture of Otterton] You sold Mr. Otterton that pawpsicle, right? Do you know him?
Nick:
I know everybody. And I also know that somewhere, there's a toy store missing its stuffed animal. So why don't you get back to your box?
Judy:
[her smile drops, then becomes serious] Fine. Then we’ll have to do this the hard way.
[In a split second, there’s a parking boot attached to Nick’s stroller.]
Nick:
Did you just boot my stroller?
Judy:
Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest.
Nick:
[scoffs amused] For what? [baby voice] Hurting your feewings?
Judy:
[smiles slyly] Felony tax evasion. [Nick's smile fades and his eyes widen flabbergasted as Judy writes.] Yeah... $200 a day, 365 days a year since you were 12... So that's two decades, so times 20, which is... $1,460,000, I think. I mean, I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying. Anyway, according to your tax forms, you reported, let me see here... zero! [Nick's face freezes] Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time.
Nick:
Well, it's my word against yours.
[Judy pulls out her carrot pen and plays back Nick's confession.]
Nick:
[through carrot pen] "200 bucks a day, Fluff. 365 days a year, since I was 12."
Judy:
Actually, it's your word against yours. And if you want this pen, you're going to help me find this poor missing otter, or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria. [grins] It's called a hustle, sweetheart.
[Slight pause]
Finnick:
She hustled you. [opens the stroller, laughing] She hustled you good! You're a cop now, Nick! You're gonna need one of these. [slaps his police sticker on Nick's shirt. Nick frowns] Have fun working with the fuzz! [leaves still laughing]
Judy:
[to Nick] Start talking.
Nick:
[sighs] I don't know where he is, I only saw where he went.
Judy:
Great! Let's go! [gets in her car]
Nick:
[grins] It's not exactly a place for a cute little bunny.
Judy:
[annoyed] Don't call me cute! Get in the car!
Nick:
[smirking] Okay, you're the boss. [joins Judy]
