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    Honestly tho, Why am I not a Support?

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      According to all known laws of aviation,
      there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
      Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.
      The bee, of course, flies anyway
      because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
      Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
      Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.
      Barry! Breakfast is ready!
      Ooming!
      Hang on a second.
      Hello?
      Barry?
      Adam?
      Oan you believe this is happening?
      I can't. I'll pick you up.
      Looking sharp.
      Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.
      Sorry. I'm excited.
      Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son.
      A perfect report card, all B's.
      Very proud.
      Ma! I got a thing going here.
      You got lint on your fuzz.
      Ow! That's me!
      Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
      Bye!
      Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!
      Hey, Adam.
      Hey, Barry.
      Is that fuzz gel?
      A little. Special day, graduation.
      Never thought I'd make it.
      Three days grade school, three days high school.
      Those were awkward.
      Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
      You did come back different.
      Hi, Barry.
      Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
      Hear about Frankie?
      Yeah.
      You going to the funeral?
      No, I'm not going.
      Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.
      Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead.
      I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.
      I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.
      That's why we don't need vacations.
      Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.
      Well, Adam, today we are men.
      We are!
      Bee-men.
      Amen!
      Hallelujah!
      Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
      please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
      Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of...
      ...9:15.
      That concludes our ceremonies.
      And begins your career at Honex Industries!
      Will we pick ourjob today?
      I heard it's just orientation.
      Heads up! Here we go.
      Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.
      Wonder what it'll be like?
      A little scary.
      Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco
      and a part of the Hexagon Group.
      This is it!
      Wow.
      Wow.
      We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life
      to get to the point where you can work for your whole life.
      Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
      Our top-secret formula
      is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
      into this soothing sweet syrup
      with its distinctive golden glow you know as...
      Honey!
      That girl was hot.
      She's my cousin!
      She is?
      Yes, we're all cousins.
      Right. You're right.
      At Honex, we constantly strive
      to improve every aspect of bee existence.
      These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology.
      What do you think he makes?
      Not enough.
      Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.
      What does that do?
      Oatches that little strand of honey
      that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions.
      Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
      Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know
      that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot.
      But choose carefully
      because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.
      The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.
      What's the difference?
      You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off
      in 27 million years.
      So you'll just work us to death?
      We'll sure try.
      Wow! That blew my mind!
      "What's the difference?" How can you say that?
      One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make.
      I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life.
      But, Adam, how could they never have told us that?
      Why would you question anything? We're bees.
      We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.
      You ever think maybe things work a little too well here?
      Like what? Give me one example.
      I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about.
      Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.
      Wait a second. Oheck it out.
      Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
      Wow.
      I've never seen them this close.
      They know what it's like outside the hive.
      Yeah, but some don't come back.
      Hey, Jocks!
      Hi, Jocks!
      You guys did great!
      You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
      I wonder where they were.
      I don't know.
      Their day's not planned.
      Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.
      You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.
      Right.
      Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.
      It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.
      Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.
      Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?
      Distant. Distant.
      Look at these two.
      Oouple of Hive Harrys.
      Let's have fun with them.
      It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.
      Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom!
      He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!
      Oh, my!
      I never thought I'd knock him out.
      What were you doing during this?
      Trying to alert the authorities.
      I can autograph that.
      A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?
      Yeah. Gusty.
      We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.
      Six miles, huh?
      Barry!
      A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.
      Maybe I am.
      You are not!
      We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
      What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?
      I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.
      Hey, Honex!
      Dad, you surprised me.
      You decide what you're interested in?
      Well, there's a lot of choices.
      But you only get one.
      Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?
      Son, let me tell you about stirring.
      You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.
      You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.
      You know, Dad, the more I think about it,
      maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.
      You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?
      That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.
      Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!
      Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
      I'm not trying to be funny.
      You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
      You're gonna be a stirrer?
      No one's listening to me!
      Wait till you see the sticks I have.
      I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
      Let's open some honey and celebrate!
      Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae.
      Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
      I'm so proud.
      We're starting work today!
      Today's the day.
      Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.
      Yeah, right.
      Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
      Is it still available?
      Hang on. Two left!
      One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side.
      What'd you get?
      Picking crud out. Stellar!
      Wow!
      Oouple of newbies?
      Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
      Make your choice.
      You want to go first?
      No, you go.
      Oh, my. What's available?
      Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.
      Any chance of getting the Krelman?
      Sure, you're on.
      I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
      Wax monkey's always open.
      The Krelman opened up again.
      What happened?
      A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one.
      Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
      Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!
      Oh, this is so hard!
      Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
      humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
      mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry?
      Barry!
      All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine...
      What happened to you? Where are you?
      I'm going out.
      Out? Out where?
      Out there.
      Oh, no!
      I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life.
      You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?
      Another call coming in.
      If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd
      that gets their roses today.
      Hey, guys.
      Look at that.
      Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
      Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
      It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
      Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
      Sign here, here. Just initial that.
      Thank you.
      OK.
      You got a rain advisory today,
      and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain.
      So be careful. As always, watch your brooms,
      hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.
      Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us.
      Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!
      That's awful.
      And a reminder for you rookies,
      bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans!
      All right, launch positions!
      Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
      Black and yellow!
      Hello!
      You ready for this, hot shot?
      Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
      Wind, check.
      Antennae, check.
      Nectar pack, check.
      Wings, check.
      Stinger, check.
      Scared out of my shorts, check.
      OK, ladies,
      let's move it out!
      Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!
      All of you, drain those flowers!
      Wow! I'm out!
      I can't believe I'm out!
      So blue.
      I feel so fast and free!
      Box kite!
      Wow!
      Flowers!
      This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual.
      Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
      Roses!
      30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
      Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick.
      That is one nectar collector!
      Ever see pollination up close?
      No, sir.
      I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there,
      a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.
      That's amazing. Why do we do that?
      That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
      Oool.
      I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?
      Oopy that visual.
      Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.
      Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?
      Affirmative.
      That was on the line!
      This is the coolest. What is it?
      I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
      It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.
      Yeah, fuzzy.
      Ohemical-y.
      Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
      My sweet lord of bees!
      Oandy-brain, get off there!
      Problem!
      Guys!
      This could be bad.
      Affirmative.
      Very close.
      Gonna hurt.
      Mama's little boy.
      You are way out of position, rookie!
      Ooming in at you like a missile!
      Help me!
      I don't think these are flowers.
      Should we tell him?
      I think he knows.
      What is this?!
      Match point!
      You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it!
      Yowser!
      Gross.
      There's a bee in the car!
      Do something!
      I'm driving!
      Hi, bee.
      He's back here!
      He's going to sting me!
      Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze!
      He blinked!
      Spray him, Granny!
      What are you doing?!
      Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.
      I gotta get home.
      Oan't fly in rain.
      Oan't fly in rain.
      Oan't fly in rain.
      Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
      Ken, could you close the window please?
      Ken, could you close the window please?
      Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure.
      You see? Folds out.
      Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
      What was that?
      Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This...
      Drapes!
      That is diabolical.
      It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
      What's number one? Star Wars?
      Nah, I don't go for that...
      ...kind of stuff.
      No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds.
      When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
      There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
      I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.
      I predicted global warming.
      I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.
      Wait! Stop! Bee!
      Stand back. These are winter boots.
      Wait!
      Don't kill him!
      You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!
      Why does his life have less value than yours?
      Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?
      I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling.
      My brochure!
      There you go, little guy.
      I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing.
      Put that on your resume brochure.
      My whole face could puff up.
      Make it one of your special skills.
      Knocking someone out is also a special skill.
      Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
      Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
      Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
      You could put carob chips on there.
      Bye.
      Supposed to be less calories.
      Bye.
      I gotta say something.
      She saved my life. I gotta say something.
      All right, here it goes.
      Nah.
      What would I say?
      I could really get in trouble.
      It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human.
      I can't believe I'm doing this.
      I've got to.
      Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!
      No. Yes. No.
      Do it. I can't.
      How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
      Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
      Hi!
      I'm sorry.
      You're talking.
      Yes, I know.
      You're talking!
      I'm so sorry.
      No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming.
      But I don't recall going to bed.
      Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting.
      This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!
      I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this,
      but they were all trying to kill me.
      And if it wasn't for you...
      I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised.
      That was a little weird.
      I'm talking with a bee.
      Yeah.
      I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me!
      I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now.
      Wait! How did you learn to do that?
      What?
      The talking thing.
      Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
      That's very funny.
      Yeah.
      Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
      Anyway...
      Oan I...
      ...get you something? - Like what?
      I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee?
      I don't want to put you out.
      It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
      It's just coffee.
      I hate to impose.
      Don't be ridiculous!
      Actually, I would love a cup.
      Hey, you want rum cake?
      I shouldn't.
      Have some.
      No, I can't.
      Oome on!
      I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
      Where?
      These stripes don't help.
      You look great!
      I don't know if you know anything about fashion.
      Are you all right?
      No.
      He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison.
      He finally gets there.
      He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on.
      And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan.
      Why would I marry a watermelon?"
      Is that a bee joke?
      That's the kind of stuff we do.
      Yeah, different.
      So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
      About work? I don't know.
      I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want.
      I know how you feel.
      You do?
      Sure.
      My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
      Really?
      My only interest is flowers.
      Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan.
      Anyway, if you look...
      There's my hive right there. See it?
      You're in Sheep Meadow!
      Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
      No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once.
      Why do girls put rings on their toes?
      Why not?
      It's like putting a hat on your knee.
      Maybe I'll try that.
      You all right, ma'am?
      Oh, yeah. Fine.
      Just having two cups of coffee!
      Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee.
      Yeah, it's no trouble.
      Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life.
      Are you...?
      Oan I take a piece of this with me?
      Sure! Here, have a crumb.
      Thanks!
      Yeah.
      All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around.
      Or not.
      OK, Barry.
      And thank you so much again... for before.
      Oh, that? That was nothing.
      Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
      This can't possibly work.
      He's all set to go. We may as well try it.
      OK, Dave, pull the chute.
      Sounds amazing.
      It was amazing!
      It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life.
      Humans! I can't believe you were with humans!
      Giant, scary humans! What were they like?
      Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
      They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy.
      Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
      Some of them. But some of them don't.
      How'd you get back?
      Poodle.
      You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see.
      You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal.
      Well...
      Well?
      Well, I met someone.
      You did? Was she Bee-ish?
      A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
      No, no, no, not a wasp.
      Spider?
      I'm not attracted to spiders.
      I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all.
      I can't get by that face.
      So who is she?
      She's... human.
      No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law.
      Her name's Vanessa.
      Oh, boy.
      She's so nice. And she's a florist!
      Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
      We're not dating.
      You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes
      with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
      She saved my life! And she understands me.
      This is over!
      Eat this.
      This is not over! What was that?
      They call it a crumb.
      It was so stingin' stripey!
      And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat!
      You know what a Oinnabon is?
      No.
      It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up...
      Sit down!
      ...really hot! - Listen to me!
      We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them!
      Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning?
      There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me!
      You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee!
      Thinking bee.
      Thinking bee.
      Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
      There he is. He's in the pool.
      You know what your problem is, Barry?
      I gotta start thinking bee?
      How much longer will this go on?
      It's been three days! Why aren't you working?
      I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about.
      What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee!
      Would it kill you to make a little honey?
      Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you.
      Martin, would you talk to him?
      Barry, I'm talking to you!
      You coming?
      Got everything?
      All set!
      Go ahead. I'll catch up.
      Don't be too long.
      Watch this!
      Vanessa!
      We're still here.
      I told you not to yell at him.
      He doesn't respond to yelling!
      Then why yell at me?
      Because you don't listen!
      I'm not listening to this.
      Sorry, I've gotta go.
      Where are you going?
      I'm meeting a friend.
      A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
      Bye.
      I just hope she's Bee-ish.
      They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena?
      To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream!
      Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering.
      A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events?
      No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere?
      It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster.
      Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn.
      TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane!
      You don't have that?
      We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease.
      Oh, my.
      Dumb bees!
      You must want to sting all those jerks.
      We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us.
      So you have to watch your temper.
      Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk,
      write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion:
      Anger, jealousy, lust.
      Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
      Yeah.
      What is wrong with you?!
      It's a bug.
      He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep!
      What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
      Yeah, it was. How did you know?
      It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
      You've really got that down to a science.
      I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
      I'll bet.
      What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this?
      How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
      Ray Liotta Private Select?
      Is he that actor?
      I never heard of him.
      Why is this here?
      For people. We eat it.
      You don't have enough food of your own?
      Well, yes.
      How do you get it?
      Bees make it.
      I know who makes it!
      And it's hard to make it!
      There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing!
      It's organic.
      It's our-ganic!
      It's just honey, Barry.
      Just what?!
      Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
      You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have!
      And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this.
      I'm getting to the bottom of all of this!
      Hey, Hector.
      You almost done?
      Almost.
      He is here. I sense it.
      Well, I guess I'll go home now
      and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around.
      You're busted, box boy!
      I knew I heard something. So you can talk!
      I can talk. And now you'll start talking!
      Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier?
      I don't understand. I thought we were friends.
      The last thing we want to do is upset bees!
      You're too late! It's ours now!
      You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword!
      You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio!
      Where is the honey coming from?
      Tell me where!
      Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
      Orazy person!
      What horrible thing has happened here?
      These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now
      they're on the road to nowhere!
      Just keep still.
      What? You're not dead?
      Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?
      To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here.
      I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
      I'm going to Tacoma.
      And you?
      He really is dead.
      All right.
      Uh-oh!
      What is that?!
      Oh, no!
      A wiper! Triple blade!
      Triple blade?
      Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
      Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?!
      How much do you people need to see?!
      Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window!
      From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell.
      But don't kill no more bugs!
      Bee!
      Moose blood guy!!
      You hear something?
      Like what?
      Like tiny screaming.
      Turn off the radio.
      Whassup, bee boy?
      Hey, Blood.
      Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.
      Wow!
      I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it.
      I mean, that honey's ours.
      Bees hang tight.
      We're all jammed in.
      It's a close community.
      Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own.
      What if you get in trouble?
      You a mosquito, you in trouble.
      Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack!
      At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls.
      Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly.
      Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
      You got to be kidding me!
      Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee!
      Hey, guys!
      Mooseblood!
      I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw?
      We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit.
      What is this place?
      A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead.
      They are pinheads!
      Pinhead.
      Oheck out the new smoker.
      Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
      The Thomas 3000!
      Smoker?
      Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
      A couple breaths of this knocks them right out.
      They make the honey, and we make the money.
      "They make the honey, and we make the money"?
      Oh, my!
      What's going on? Are you OK?
      Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
      Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls?
      Our queen was moved here. We had no choice.
      This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes!
      That's a drag queen!
      What is this?
      Oh, no!
      There's hundreds of them!
      Bee honey.
      Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale!
      This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something.
      Oh, Barry, stop.
      Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor.
      Do these look like rumors?
      That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos.
      How did you get mixed up in this?
      He's been talking to humans.
      What?
      Talking to humans?!
      He has a human girlfriend. And they make out!
      Make out? Barry!
      We do not.
      You wish you could.
      Whose side are you on?
      The bees!
      I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
      Barry, this is what you want to do with your life?
      I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees!
      Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked
      your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop.
      I remember that.
      What right do they have to our honey?
      We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
      Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
      Sting them where it really hurts.
      In the face! The eye!
      That would hurt.
      No.
      Up the nose? That's a killer.
      There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters.
      Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source.
      No more bee beards!
      With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
      Weather with Storm Stinger.
      Sports with Buzz Larvi.
      And Jeanette Ohung.
      Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
      And I'm Jeanette Ohung.
      A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
      intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey,
      packaging it and profiting from it illegally!
      Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
      we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book,
      Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon.
      Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
      Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"?
      Bees have never been afraid to change the world.
      What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
      Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
      We were thinking of stickball or candy stores.
      How old are you?
      The bee community is supporting you in this case,
      which will be the trial of the bee century.
      You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too.
      It's a common name. Next week...
      He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots...
      Next week...
      Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em.
      Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live.
      Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish.
      In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness!
      It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
      Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
      Quiet, please. Actual work going on here.
      Is that that same bee?
      Yes, it is!
      I'm helping him sue the human race.
      Hello.
      Hello, bee.
      This is Ken.
      Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
      Why does he talk again?
      Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working.
      But it's our yogurt night!
      Bye-bye.
      Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
      You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours!
      Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help.
      Frosting...
      How many sugars?
      Just one. I try not to use the competition.
      So why are you helping me?
      Bees have good qualities.
      And it takes my mind off the shop.
      Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now.
      Those are great, if you're three.
      And artificial flowers.
      Oh, those just get me psychotic!
      Yeah, me too.
      Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
      Bees must hate those fake things!
      Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done.
      Maybe this could make up for it a little bit.
      This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
      I guess.
      You sure you want to go through with it?
      Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able
      to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty!
      It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan,
      where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history,
      we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak.
      What have we gotten into here, Barry?
      It's pretty big, isn't it?
      I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day.
      You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers?
      Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade.
      What's the matter?
      I don't know, I just got a chill.
      Well, if it isn't the bee team.
      You boys work on this?
      All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding.
      All right. Oase number 4475,
      Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
      is now in session.
      Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively?
      A privilege.
      Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world?
      I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed.
      Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please.
      Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
      my grandmother was a simple woman.
      Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right
      to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us.
      If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines,
      just think of what would it mean.
      I would have to negotiate with the silkworm
      for the elastic in my britches!
      Talking bee!
      How do we know this isn't some sort of
      holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry?
      They could be using laser beams!
      Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know,
      he could be on steroids!
      Mr. Benson?
      Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here.
      I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me.
      It's important to all bees. We invented it!
      We make it. And we protect it with our lives.
      Unfortunately, there are some people in this room
      who think they can take it from us
      'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
      you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have
      but everything we are!
      I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice!
      Oall your first witness.
      So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have.
      I suppose so.
      I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron!
      Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms.
      Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term.
      I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you?
      No.
      I couldn't hear you.
      No.
      No.
      Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that,
      it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
      They're very lovable creatures.
      Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
      You mean like this?
      Bears kill bees!
      How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?!
      Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows!
      OK, that's enough. Take him away.
      So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me.
      Where have I heard it before?
      I was with a band called The Police.
      But you've never been a police officer, have you?
      No, I haven't.
      No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example
      of bee culture casually stolen by a human
      for nothing more than a prance-about stage name.
      Oh, please.
      Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
      Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting.
      Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
      That's not his real name?! You idiots!
      Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on
      your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005.
      Thank you. Thank you.
      I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome
      with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow.
      I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
      Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you?
      Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't
      have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir?
      Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now!
      This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella!
      Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?!
      Order in this court!
      You're all thinking it!
      Order! Order, I say!
      Say it!
      Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
      I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that.
      I think the jury's on our side.
      Are we doing everything right, legally?
      I'm a florist.
      Right. Well, here's to a great team.
      To a great team!
      Well, hello.
      Ken!
      Hello.
      I didn't think you were coming.
      No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery.
      I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
      Oh, that was lucky.
      There's a little left. I could heat it up.
      Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
      So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
      I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby.
      That's where I usually sit. Right... there.
      Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
      and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
      You think I don't see what you're doing?
      I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common.
      Do we?
      Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
      That's just what I was thinking about doing.
      Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
      I'm going to drain the old stinger.
      Yeah, you do that.
      Look at that.
      You know, I've just about had it
      with your little mind games.
      What's that?
      Italian Vogue.
      Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
      A lot of ads.
      Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine?
      Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
      I think something stinks in here!
      I love the smell of flowers.
      How do you like the smell of flames?!
      Not as much.
      Water bug! Not taking sides!
      Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic!
      I've got issues!
      Well, well, well, a royal flush!
      You're bluffing.
      Am I?
      Surf's up, dude!
      Poo water!
      That bowl is gnarly.
      Except for those dirty yellow rings!
      Kenneth! What are you doing?!
      You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it!
      We need to talk!
      He's just a little bee!
      And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time!
      Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life?
      No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them!
      Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...
      My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster!
      Goodbye, Ken.
      And for your information,
      I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man!
      I'm sorry about all that.
      I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it!
      I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me.
      I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well.
      Are you OK for the trial?
      I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas.
      We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
      Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers...
      Yeah.
      Layton, you've gotta weave some magic
      with this jury, or it's gonna be all over.
      Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around
      is to remind them of what they don't like about bees.
      You got the tweezers?
      Are you allergic?
      Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
      Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know.
      What exactly is your relationship
      to that woman?
      We're friends.
      Good friends?
      Yes.
      How good? Do you live together?
      Wait a minute...
      Are you her little...
      ...bedbug?
      I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand,
      doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children?
      Yeah, but...
      So those aren't your real parents!
      Oh, Barry...
      Yes, they are!
      Hold me back!
      You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson?
      He's denouncing bees!
      Don't y'all date your cousins?
      Objection!
      I'm going to pincushion this guy!
      Adam, don't! It's what he wants!
      Oh, I'm hit!!
      Oh, lordy, I am hit!
      Order! Order!
      The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins!
      I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction!
      You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages!
      Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way!
      Adam, stay with me.
      I can't feel my legs.
      What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison
      from my heaving buttocks?
      I will have order in this court. Order!
      Order, please!
      The case of the honeybees versus the human race
      took a pointed turn against the bees
      yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
      Hey, buddy.
      Hey.
      Is there much pain?
      Yeah.
      I...
      I blew the whole case, didn't I?
      It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died.
      I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
      They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
      Look, there's a little celery still on it.
      What was it like to sting someone?
      I can't explain it. It was all...
      All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy!
      All right.
      You think it was all a trap?
      Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this.
      What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world.
      What will the humans do to us if they win?
      I don't know.
      I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad.
      Adam, they check in, but they don't check out!
      Oh, my.
      Oould you get a nurse to close that window?
      Why?
      The smoke.
      Bees don't smoke.
      Right. Bees don't smoke.
      Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking.
      That's it! That's our case!
      It is? It's not over?
      Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
      Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can.
      And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.
      Mr. Flayman.
      Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
      Where is the rest of your team?
      Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.
      Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
      and as a result, we don't make very good time.
      I actually heard a funny story about...

    4. Hebee

      Hebee

      Fear, treachery, blood lust.
      Thousands of years ago
      these were the...
      forces that ruled our world
      A world where prey were
      scared of predators.
      And predators had an
      uncontrollable...
      biological urge to maim, and maul, and...
      Awww!
      Blood! Blood! Blood!
      Ahhh...
      Back then, the world
      was divided in two.
      Vicious predator,
      or meek prey.
      But over time, we evolved,
      and moved beyond or primitive savage ways.
      Now predator and prey
      live in harmony.
      And every young mammal
      has multitudinous opportunities.
      Yeah, I don't have to cower
      in a a herd anymore.
      Instead, I can be an astronaut.
      I don't have to be a lonely hunter anymore.
      Today I can hunt for tax exemptions.
      I'm gonna be an actuary.
      And I can make the world a better place.
      I am going to be...
      A police officer!
      Bunny cop? That is the most
      stupidest thing I ever heard!
      It may seem impossible to small minds.
      I'm looking at you, Gideon Grey.
      But, just 211 miles away,
      stands the great city of Zootopia.
      Where our ancestors first joined
      together in peace.
      And declared that anyone
      can be anything!
      Thank you and good night.
      Judy, you ever wonder how your mom
      and me got to be so darn happy?
      Nope
      Well, we gave up on our dreams,
      and we settled. Right, Bon?
      Oh, yes. That's right, Stu.
      We settled hard.
      You see, that's the beauty
      of complacency, Jude.
      If you don't try anything
      new, you'll never fail.
      I like trying, actually.
      What your father means, hon, is that it's
      gonna be difficult, impossible even...
      - for you to become a police officer.
      - Right. There's never been a bunny cop.
      - No.
      - Bunnies don't do that.
      - Never.
      - Never.
      Well... Then I guess
      I'll have to be the first one.
      Because I am gonna make
      the world a better place!
      Or, heck, you know. You wanna talk
      about making the world a better place,
      no better way to do it than
      becoming a carrot farmer.
      Yes! Your dad, me,
      your 275 brothers and sisters.
      - We're changing the world.
      - Yeah.
      - One carrot at a time.
      - Amen to that.
      Carrot farming is a noble profession.
      You get it, honey?
      I mean, it's great to have dreams.
      Yeah, just as long as you
      don't believe in them too much.
      Where the heck'd she go?
      Give me your tickets right now,
      or I'm gonna kick your meek little sheep butt.
      Ow! Cut it out, Gideon!
      Baah, baah!
      What are you gonna do, cry?
      - Hey! You heard her. Cut it out.
      - Nice costume, loser.
      What crazy world are you living in
      where you think a bunny could be a cop?
      - Kindly return my friend's tickets.
      - Come and get them. But watch out.
      Cause I'm a fox, and like you said
      in your dumb little stage play,
      us predators used to eat prey.
      And that killer instinct's still in our denna.
      - Uh, I'm pretty much sure it's pronounced DNA.
      - Don't tell me what I know, Travis.
      You don't scare me, Gideon.
      Scared now?
      Look at her nose twitch,
      she is scared.
      Cry, little baby bunny!
      Cry... Ow...
      Oh, you don't know
      when to quit, do you?
      Huh!
      I want you to remember this moment
      the next time you think you will ever be...
      anything more than just a
      stupid carrot-farming dumb bunny.
      - That looks bad.
      - Are you okay, Judy?
      Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
      Here you go.
      - Wow, you got our tickets!
      - You're awesome, Judy.
      Yeah, that Gideon Grey doesn't know
      what he's talking about!
      Well, he was right
      about one thing.
      I don't know when to quit.
      ZOOTOPIA POLICE ACADEMY
      Listen up, cadets. Zootopia has 12
      unique ecosystems within its city limits.
      Tundratown, Sahara Square,
      Rainforest District, to name a few.
      You're gonna have to master all of
      them before you hit the streets.
      Or guess what?
      You'll be dead!
      Scorching sandstorm.
      You're dead, bunny bumpkin.
      One thousand foot fall.
      You're dead, carrot baby.
      Frigid ice wall.
      You're dead, farm girl.
      Enormous criminal.
      You're dead.
      Dead.
      Dead.
      Dead.
      Ohhh...!
      Filthy toilet.
      You're dead, fluffy butt.
      Just quit and go home, fuzzy bunny.
      - There's never been a bunny cop. Never.
      - Just a stupid carrot-farming dumb bunny.
      As mayor of Zootopia, I am proud
      to announce that my mammal inclusion...
      initiative, has produced its first
      police academy graduate.
      Valedictorian of her class,
      ZPD's very first rabbit officer...
      Judy Hopps.
      Assistant Mayor Bellwether, her badge.
      - Oh, yes, yes!
      - Thank you.
      Judy, it is my great privilege to officially
      assign you to the heart of Zootopia...
      Precinct One.
      City Center.
      - Yeh!
      - Yeh!
      Congratulations Officer Hopps.
      I won't let you down.
      This has been my dream
      since I was a kid.
      You know, it's a real proud
      day for us little guys.
      Bellwether, make room, will you?
      Okay, Officer Hopps.
      Let's see those teeth!
      Officer Hopps, look here.
      - We're real proud of you, Judy.
      - Yeah, and scared too.
      - Yes.
      - Really, it's kind of a proud-scared combo.
      I mean, Zootopia.
      So far away, such a big city.
      Guys, I've been working for this
      my whole life.
      We know. And we're just a little
      exited for you, but terrified.
      The only thing we have to
      fear is fear itself.
      And also bears. We have
      bears to fear, too.
      - Say nothing on lions, and wolves.
      - Wolves?
      - Weasels.
      - You played cribbage with a weasel once?
      Yeah, he cheats like
      there's no tomorrow.
      You know what?
      Pretty much all predators.
      - And Zootopia is full of them.
      - Oh, Stu.
      And foxes are the worst.
      Yeah, actually, your father
      does have a point there.
      It's in their biology.
      Remember what happened with Gideon Grey?
      When I was nine. Gideon Grey was
      a jerk who happens to be a fox.
      I know plenty of bunnies who are jerks.
      Sure, yeah, we all do, absolutely.
      But just in case,
      we made you a little
      care package to take with you.
      - I put some snacks in there.
      - This is fox deterrent.
      - Yeah, it's safe to have that.
      - This is fox repellant.
      The deterrent and the
      repellant, that's all she needs.
      - Check this out!
      - Oh, for goodness sake!
      She has no need for
      a fox taser, Stu.
      Oh, come on.
      When is there not need a for a fox taser?
      Well, okay, look, I will take this...
      To make you stop talking.
      Terrific!
      Everyone wins!
      Arriving, Zootopia Express.
      Okay, gotta go.
      Bye!
      Mmm. I love you, guys.
      Love you, too.
      - Oh, cripes, here come the waterworks.
      - Oh, Stu. Pull it together.
      Bye everybody!
      Bye Judy, I love you!
      Bye!
      Bye!
      YOU ARE NOW LEAVING
      BUNNYBURROW.
      I'm Gazelle.
      Welcome to Zootopia.
      And welcome to the crime family house.
      Luxury apartments with charm.
      Complementary delousing once a month.
      Don't lose your key!
      Thank you.
      - Oh, hi! I'm Judy, your new neighbor!
      - Yeah? Well, we're loud.
      Don't expect us to apologize for it.
      Greasy walls.
      Rickety bed.
      Crazy neighbors.
      I love it!
      Come on!
      He bared his teeth first!
      - Excuse me!
      - Hmm?
      Down here!
      - Hi.
      - O... M... Goodness!
      They really did hire a bunny.
      Ho-whop! I gotta tell you,
      you're even cuter than I thought you'd be.
      Ooh, ah, you probably didn't know,
      but a bunny can call another bunny 'cute',
      but when other animals
      do it, that's a little...
      Ohhh. I am so sorry!
      Me, Benjamin Clawhauser.
      The guy everyone thinks is just
      a flabby donut-loving cop, stereotyping you.
      - Oh.
      - No, it's okay.
      Oh. You've actually got...
      there's a...
      - A what?
      - In your neck. The fold.
      - The... this...
      - Oh, there you went, you little dickens!
      Hehehe, I should get to roll call,
      so which way do I...
      - Oh, ball pen's over there to the left.
      - Great. Thank you!
      Oh... That poor little bunny's gonna
      get eaten alive.
      Hey! Officer Hopps.
      You ready to make the world a better place?
      Attention!
      All right. All right.
      Everybody sit.
      I've got three items
      on the docket.
      First, we need to acknowledge
      the elephant in the room.
      Francine.
      Happy birthday.
      Oh.
      Number two. There are some new recruits
      with us I should introduce,
      but I'm not going to because...
      I don't care.
      Finally, we have 14 missing mammal cases.
      All predators. From a giant polar bear
      to a teensy little otter.
      And City Hall is right up
      my tail to find them.
      This is priority number one.
      Assignments.
      Officers Grizzoli, Fragmire, Delgato.
      Your team take missing mammals
      from the Rainforest District.
      Officers McHorn, Ryan Spitz, Wolfard.
      Your teams take Sahara Square.
      Officers Higgins, Snorlof, Trunkaby.
      Tundratown.
      And finally, our first bunny,
      Officer Hopps.
      Parking duty.
      Dismissed.
      Parking duty?
      Chief?
      Chief Bogo?
      Sir. You said there were
      fourteen missing mammal cases.
      - So?
      - So I can handle one.
      You probably forgot but, I was
      top of my class at the academy.
      Didn't forget.
      Just don't care.
      Sir, I'm not just
      some token bunny.
      Well then, writing a hundred
      tickets a day should be easy.
      A 100 tickets. I'm not
      gonna write 100 tickets.
      I'm gonna write 200 tickets.
      Before noon.
      (EXPIRED)
      (EXPIRED)
      Ah!
      Boom!
      Two hundred tickets before noon!
      Hey, watch where you're going, fox!
      Huh!
      Hmm.
      Where'd he go?
      Listen. I know what you're doing
      skulking around during daylight hours,
      but I don't want any
      trouble in here. So hit the road!
      I'm not looking for
      any trouble either, sir...
      I simply wanna buy a Jumbo-Pop.
      For my little boy.
      You want the red,
      or the blue, pal?
      Oh.
      I'm such a...
      - Oh, come on, kid. Back up. Listen, buddy.
      - What?
      There aren't any fox ice cream joints
      in your part of town?
      No, no. There are, there are.
      It's just, my boy,
      this goofy little stinker,
      he loves all things elephant.
      He wants to be one
      when he grows up.
      Isn't that adorable?
      Who the heck am I to crush
      his little dreams, huh? Right?
      Look, you probably can't read, fox,
      but the sign says
      "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone!"
      So beat it.
      You're holding up the line.
      Hello.
      Excuse me.
      Hey, you're gonna have to wait your
      turn like everyone else, meter maid.
      Actually, I'm an officer.
      Just have a quick question.
      Are your customers
      aware they're getting
      snot and mucus with
      their cookies and cream?
      What are you talking about?
      Well. I don't wanna
      cause you any trouble,
      but I believe scooping ice cream with an
      ungloved trunk is a class 3 health code violation.
      Which is kind of a big deal.
      Of course I could let you off with
      a warning if you were to glove those trunks
      and... I don't know...
      finish selling this...
      nice dad and his son a...
      What was it?
      A Jumbo-Pop.
      Please.
      A Jumbo-Pop.
      - $15.
      - Thank you so much. Thank you.
      Oh no, are you kidding me...
      I don't have my wallet!
      I'd lose my head if it
      weren't attached to my neck.
      That's the truth. Oh, boy.
      I'm sorry, pal.
      Gotta be about the
      worst birthday ever.
      Please don't be mad at me.
      Thanks anyway.
      Keep the change.
      Officer, I can't thank you enough.
      So kind. Really. Can I pay you back?
      Oh, no.
      My treat.
      It's just, you know it burns me up to see folks
      with such backward attitudes towards foxes.
      I just want to say you're a great
      dad and just a real articulate fella.
      Oh.
      Well, that is high praise.
      It's rare that I find
      someone so non-patronizing.
      - Officer?
      - Hopps. Mr..?
      Wilde.
      Nick Wilde.
      And you, little guy. You wanna
      be an elephant when you grow up?
      You be an elephant.
      Because this is Zootopia.
      Anyone can be anything.
      Ahh.
      I tell him that all the time.
      All right, here you go.
      Two paws.
      Yeah. Oh, look at that smile,
      that's a happy birthday smile!
      All right, give her a little
      bye-bye toot-toot.
      Toot-toot.
      - Bye, now!
      - Goodbye!
      Oh.
      Hey, little toot-toot...
      "ORGANIC" $2
      PAWPSICLE
      "ORGANIC " $2
      BANCO
      BROTHERS
      LEMMING
      Get your Pawpsicles.
      Oh!
      - Lumber delivery.
      - What's with the color?
      The color?
      Uh... it's red wood.
      39, 40, there you go.
      Way to work that diaper, big guy.
      Hey. No kiss
      bye-bye for daddy?
      You kiss me tomorrow,
      I'll bite your face off!
      Ciao.
      Well, I stood up for you,
      and you lied to me.
      You liar!
      It's called a hustle, Sweetheart.
      And I'm not the liar. He is.
      Hey!
      All right, Slick-Nick.
      You're under arrest.
      Really?
      For what?
      Gee, I don't know. How about
      selling food without a permit?
      Transporting undeclared commerce across lines?
      - False advertizing.
      - Permit. Receipt of declared commerce.
      And I didn't falsely
      advertize anything. Take care.
      You told that mouse the
      pawpsicle sticks were redwood!
      That's right. Red wood.
      With a space in the middle.
      Wood that is red.
      You can't touch me, Carrots.
      I've been doing this since I was born.
      You're gonna wanna refrain
      from calling me Carrots.
      My bad. I just naturally
      assumed you came...
      from some little carrot-choked Podunk.
      No?
      Uh, no. Podunk is in Deerbrooke county
      and I grew up in Bunnyburrow.
      Okay.
      Tell me if this story sounds familiar.
      Naive little hick with good
      grades and big ideas decides
      'Hey, look at me, I'm
      gonna move to Zootopia...
      Where predators and prey live
      in harmony and sing Kumbaya!'
      Only to find, whoopsie,
      we don't all get along.
      And that dream of becoming a big city cop,
      double whoopsie, she's a meter maid.
      And whoopsie number three-sie,
      no one cares about her or her dreams.
      And soon enough those dreams die, and our
      bunny sinks into emotional and literal squalor
      living in a box under a bridge. Till finally she has no choice but to go
      back home
      with that cute fuzzy wuzzy little tail
      between her legs to become...
      You're from Bunnyburrow, is that what you said?
      So how about a carrot farmer?
      That sound about right?
      Oh!
      Be careful now, or it won't just
      be your dreams getting crushed.
      Hey, hey. No one tells me what I can
      or can't be. Especially not some...
      jerk who never had the guts to try to be
      anything more than a Pawpsicle hustler.
      All right, look.
      Everyone comes to Zootopia thinking
      they can be anything they want.
      Well, you can't.
      You can only be what you are.
      Sly fox.
      Dumb bunny.
      I'm not a dumb bunny.
      Right.
      And that's not wet cement.
      You'll never be a real cop.
      You're a cute meter maid, though.
      Maybe a supervisor one day.
      Hang in there.
      Mom & Dad
      - Oh, hey, it's my parents!
      - Oh, there she is! Hi, Sweetheart!
      Hey there, Jude the Dude.
      How was your first day on the force?
      - It was real great!
      - Yeah? Everything you ever hoped?
      Absolutely. And more.
      Everyone's so nice, and I feel like...
      - I'm really making a difference.
      - Wait a second. Holy cranks, Bon.
      - Look at that!
      - Oh, my sweet heaven!
      Judy, are you a meter maid?
      Oh, this.. No! Oh, no.
      This is just a temporary thing..
      - It's the safest job on the force!
      - She's not a real cop!
      - Our prayers have been answered!
      - Glorious day!
      Ho-ho, meter maid,
      meter maid, meter maid!
      - Dad! Dad!
      - Meter maid!
      You know what,
      it's been a really long day, I should...
      - You get some rest.
      - Those meters aren't gonna maid themselves.
      - Bye-bye.
      - Bye-bye.
      Hey, bunny!
      Turn down that depressing music!
      Leave the meter maid alone,
      didn't you hear her conversation?
      - She feels like a failure!
      - Oh, shut up!
      - You shut up!
      - You shut up!
      - You shut up!
      - Tomorrow is another day.
      Yeah, but it might be worse!
      I was 30 seconds over!
      Yeah, you're a real hero, lady.
      My mommy says
      she wishes you were dead.
      How glory are that my tax dollars
      pay your salary.
      I am a real cop.
      I am a real cop.
      Hey, you!
      Bunny!
      Sir, if you have a grievance you may
      contest recitation in traffic court.
      What are you talking about?!
      My shop!
      It was just robbed!
      Look, he's getting away!
      Well, are you a cop or not?
      Oh! Yes! Yes!
      Don't worry, sir, I got this!
      - Stop in the name of the law!
      - Catch me if ya' can, cottontail!
      Coming through!
      This is officer McHorn.
      We got a 10-31.
      I got dibs!
      Officer Hopps, I am in pursuit!
      Woo-hoo!
      LITTLE
      RODENTIA
      - Ah!
      - Ahh!
      Ha ha ha.
      You!
      Hey!
      Hey, meter maid!
      Wait for the real cops!
      Stop!
      Ahhhh!
      Oh.
      Sorry! Coming through.
      Excuse me. Excuse me. Pardon.
      Yahhh!
      Bon voyage, flatfoot!
      Huh!
      - Hey! Stop right there!
      - Have a donut, coppa!
      Oh my god, did you see those
      leopard print jeggings?
      - Ah!
      - Ah!
      Oh!
      - I love your hair.
      - Thank you.
      Heheheheh.
      Come to papa!
      Okay. You're gonna have
      to be patient and wait in line
      just like everyone else,
      Mrs. Otterton. Okay?
      - I popped the weasel!
      - Hopps!
      Abandoning your post. Inciting a scurry.
      Reckless endangerment of rodents...
      But, to be fair, you did stop a master criminal
      from stealing two dozen moldy onions.
      Mmm. Hate to disagree with you, sir,
      but those aren't onions.
      Those are pest riddance called
      Midnicampum holicithias.
      They're a class C botanical, sir.
      Well, I grew up in a family where plant
      husbandry was kind of a thing...
      - Shut your tiny mouth now!
      - Sir, I got the bad guy.
      That's my job.
      Your job is putting tickets
      on parked cars!
      Chief, Mrs. Otterton's
      here to see you again.
      - Not now.
      - Okay, I just need to know if you want to...
      - take it this time she seems really upset...
      - Not now!
      Sir. I don't wanna
      be a meter maid,
      I wanna be a real cop.
      Do you think the mayor
      asked what I wanted...
      - when he assigned you to me?
      - But, sir...
      Life isn't some cartoon musical where you
      sing a little song, and your insipid dreams...
      magically come true!
      So let it go.
      Chief Bogo, please!
      Five minutes of your time, please.
      I'm sorry sir. I tried to stop her,
      she's super slippery.
      I gotta go sit down.
      Ma'am, as I've told you,
      we're doing everything we can.
      My husband has been
      missing for ten days.
      - His name is Emmitt Otterton.
      - Yes. I know.
      He's a florist.
      We have 2 beautiful children.
      He would never just disappear.
      Ma'am, our detectives
      are very busy.
      Please. There's gotta be somebody
      to find my Emmitt.
      - Mrs. Otterton.
      - I will find him.
      Oh. Thank you!
      Bless you, bless you, little bunny!
      Take this.
      Find my Emmitt.
      Bring him home to me and my babies.
      Please.
      Mrs. Otterton.
      Please wait out here.
      Of course.
      Oh, thank you both so much!
      One second.
      - You're fired.
      - What? Why?
      Insubordination! Now. I'm going to open
      this door, and you're goind to tell that Otter
      you're a former meter maid with delusion
      of grandeur, who will not be taking the case.
      I just heard Officer Hopps
      is taking the case!
      Assistant Mayor Bellwether!
      The Mammal Inclusion Initiative
      is really starting to pay off.
      Mayor Lionheart is
      just gonna be so thrill!
      No, let's not tell
      the mayor just yet.
      And I sent it, and it is done,
      so I did do that.
      All right, well, I'd say
      the case is in good hands.
      Us little guys really need to
      stick together, right?
      - Like glue.
      - Good one.
      Just call me if you ever
      need anything. Okay?
      You've always got a friend at
      City Hall, Judy. All right! Bye-bye!
      Thank you, ma'am!
      I will give you 48 hours.
      Yes!
      That's two days to find Emmitt Otterton.
      But.. You strike out, you resign.
      Okay. Deal.
      Splendid. Clawhauser will give you
      the complete case file.
      Here you go.
      One missing otter.
      - That's it?
      - Yikes!
      That is the smallest case file
      I've ever seen. Leads, none.
      Witnesses, none. And you're not in the
      computer system yet, so...
      Resources, none!
      Ha ha!
      Hoo, I hope you didn't stake your
      career on cracking this one.
      Okay.
      Last known sighting.
      Can I just borrow?
      Thank you.
      - Pawpsicle?
      - The murder weapon!
      - 'Get your pawpsicle'...
      - Yeah! Cause that...
      What does that mean?
      It means I have a lead.
      - Hi! Hello! It's me again!
      - Hey! It's officer toot-toot.
      Hoo...No.
      Actually it's Officer Hopps,
      and I'm here to ask you some
      questions about a case.
      What happened, meter maid?
      Did someone steal a traffic cone?
      It wasn't me.
      Hey, Carrots, you're gonna wake the baby.
      I gotta get to work.
      This is important, sir. I think your
      ten dollars worth of pawpsicles can wait.
      Ha! I make 200 bucks
      a day, fluff.
      365 days a year,
      since I was 12.
      - And time is money. Hop along.
      - Please just look at the picture.
      You sold Mr. Otterton that pawpsicle, right?
      - Do you know him?
      - 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?
      Fine.
      Then we'll have to do this the hard way.
      - Did you just boot my stroller?
      - Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest.
      Ha. For what? Hurting
      your feelings?
      Felony tax evasion.
      Yeah.. 200 dollars a day, 365 days a year,
      since you were 12...
      that's two decades, so times twenty, 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!
      Unfortunately, lying on a federal form
      is a punishable offense.
      - 5 years jail time.
      - Well, it's my word against yours.
      '200 bucks a day, fluff,
      365 days a year, since I was twelve.'
      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.
      It's called a hustle, sweet heart.
      She hustled you.
      Ehahaha...
      She hustled you good!
      You're a cop now, Nick.
      You're gonna need one of these.
      Have fun working with the fuzz!
      Start talking.
      I don't know where he is,
      I only saw where he went.
      Great, let's go!
      It's not exactly a place
      for a cute little bunny.
      - Don't call me cute, get in the car.
      - Okay. You're the boss.
      Hi.
      I'm...
      Hello? Hello?
      Hello?
      Hello!
      My name is...
      You know, I'm gonna hit the
      pause button right there.
      Cause we're all good on
      bunny scout cookies.
      Uh, no.
      I'm Officer Hopps, ZPD.
      I'm looking for a missing mammal...
      Emmitt Otterton. Right here.
      He may have frequented this establishment?
      Yeah, old Emmitt!
      Haven't seen him in
      a couple of weeks.
      But hey, you should talk to his yoga instructor.
      I'd be happy to take you back.
      Oh, thank you so much, I'd appericiate
      that more than you can imagine, it'd be such...
      - Oh! You are naked..
      - Oh, for sure. We're a naturalist club!
      Yeah. In Zootopia anyone can be anything.
      These guys, they be naked.
      Nangi's just on the other side
      of the pleasure pool.
      Oh boy. Does this make you uncomfortable?
      Because if so, there's no shame in calling it quits.
      Yes, there is.
      Boy, that's the spirit.
      Yeah, some mammals say the naturalist life is weird.
      But you know what I say is weird?
      Clothes on animals!
      Here we go!
      As you can see, Nangi is an elephant,
      so she'll totally remember everything.
      Hey, Nangi. These dudes have some questions
      about Emmitt the otter.
      - Who?
      - Eh.
      Emmitt Otterton. Been coming
      to your yoga class for like six years.
      I have no memory
      of this beaver.
      He's an otter, actually.
      He was here a couple of
      Wednesdays ago. Remember?
      No.
      Yeah, he was wearing a green
      cable knit sweater vest,
      and a new pair of Quarterway slacks.
      Oh, and a Paisley tie, sweet Windsor knot.
      - Real tight. Remember that, Nangi?
      - No.
      Yeah, and we both walked him out, and he got into this
      big old white car with a silver trim.
      Needed a tune up. The third cylinder
      wasn't firing. Remeber that, Nangi?
      No.
      Eh. You didn't happen to catch
      the licence plate number?
      - Did you?
      - Oh, for sure. It was 2-9-T-H-D-0-3.
      0-3. Wow, this is a lot of great info.
      Thank you.
      Told you Nangi has a mind like a steel trap.
      I wish I had a memory like an elephant.
      Well, I had a ball. You are welcome for the clue.
      And seeing as any moron can run a plate,
      I will take that pen
      and bid you adieu.
      The plate.
      I can't run a plate.
      Oomf.
      I'm not in the system yet.
      - Give me the pen, please.
      - What was it you said?
      Any moron can run a plate?
      Gosh, if only there were a moron around
      who were up to the task.
      Rabbit, I did what you asked.
      You can't keep me
      on the hook forever.
      Not forever. Well, I only have 36
      hours left to solve this case.
      So can you run the plate or not?
      Actually, I just remembered,
      I have a pal at the DMV.
      Flash is the fastest guy in there.
      You need something done, he's on it.
      I hope so. We are really fighting the clock
      and every minute counts.
      Wait.
      They're all sloths?
      You said this was
      going to be quick!
      What, are you saying just
      because he's a sloth
      he can't be fast? I thought in
      Zootopia anyone could be anything.
      Flash, Flash, Hundred Yard Dash!
      Buddy, it's nice to see you.
      Nice to... see you... too.
      Hey, Flash, I'd love
      you to meet my friend.
      Ah...Darlin, I've forgotten your name.
      Hmm. Officer Judy Hopps, ZPD.
      How are you?
      I am...
      doing... just..
      - Fine?
      - as well.. as.. I can.. be...
      - What...
      - Hang in there.
      - can I... do...
      - Well, I was hoping you could run a plate...
      - for you...
      - Well, I was hoping you could...
      ...today?
      Well, I was hoping you could run a plate for us.
      We are in a really big hurry.
      - Sure... What's the... plate...
      - 2-9-T...
      - Number?
      - 2-9-T-H-D-0-3.
      - 2... 9...
      - T-H-D-0-3.
      - T...
      - H-D-0-3.
      - H...
      - D-0-3.
      - D...
      - Mm-hm. 0-3.
      - 0...
      - 3!
      - Hey, Flash. Wanna hear a joke?
      - No!
      - Sure.
      - Mmm!
      What do you call a
      three-humped camel?
      I don't know.
      What do you call...
      - Three-humped camel.
      - a three-humped... camel?
      Pregnant.
      Ha ha ha ha...
      Ha ha. Yes, very funny, very funny!
      Can we please just focus on the task?
      - Hey...
      - Wait, wait!
      - Priscilla!
      - Oh, no!
      - Yes... Flash?
      - What... do..
      - No...
      - you call...
      A three-humped camel?
      - Pregnant! Okay! We got it! Please just...
      - - three... humped...
      - Here... you...
      - Yes! Yeah, yeah! Hurry, thank you!
      - 2-9-T-H-D-0-3.
      - ...go.
      It's registered to
      Tundratown Limo Service.
      A limo took Otterton! And
      the limo's in Tundratown!
      It's in Tundratown!
      Way to hustle, bud. I love you.
      I owe you.
      Hurry! We gotta beat the rush hour and...
      It's night?!
      Closed.
      Great.
      Mm. And I will betcha
      you don't have a warrant to get in, hmm?
      - Darn it. It's a bummer.
      - You wasted the day on purpose.
      Ma'am, I have a fake badge. I would never
      impede your pretend investigation.
      It's not a pretend investigation!
      Look, see? See him? This otter is missing.
      Well, then they should have
      gotten a real cop to find him.
      What is your problem? Does
      seeing me fail somehow make
      you feel better about your
      own sad, miserable life?
      It does, 100%.
      Now, since you're sans warrant.
      I guess we're done?
      Fine. We are done.
      Here's your pen.
      First off, you throw like a bunny.
      Second, you're a very sore loser.
      See you later, Officer Fluff.
      So sad this is over.
      - I wish I could have helped more.
      - The thing is, you don't need...
      a warrant if you have probable cause,
      and I'm pretty sure I saw a...
      shifty lowlife climbing the fence.
      So you're helping plenty! Come on!
      2-9-T-H-D-0-3!
      This is it!
      Polar bear fur.
      - Oh my God!
      - What? What?
      The Velvety Pipes of Jerry Vole!
      But on CD.
      Who still uses CDs?
      Carrots, if your otter was here,
      he had a very bad day.
      Those are claw marks.
      You ever seen anything like this?
      - No.
      - Oh, wait. Look!
      This is him. Emmitt Otterton.
      He was definitely here.
      What do you think happened?
      Oh no, wait a minute.
      Polar bear fur...
      Rat-pack music. Fancy cup.
      I know whose car this is, we gotta go!
      - What? Whose car is it?
      - The most feared crime boss in Tundratown.
      They call him Mr. Big, and he does not
      like me. So we gotta go!
      I'm not leaving,
      this is a crime scene.
      Well, it's gonna be an
      even bigger crime scene...
      if Mr. Big finds me here,
      so we're leaving right now.
      Raymond! And is that Kevin?
      Long time, no see.
      And speaking of no see,
      how about you forget you saw me?
      Huh?
      For old times sake?
      That's a no..
      What did you do that made
      Mr. Big so mad at you?
      I, uh... I may have sold him
      a very expensive wall rug
      that was made from the fur
      of a skunk's butt.
      Oh, sweet cheese 'n crackers.
      - Is that Mr. Big?
      - No.
      - What about him? Is that him?
      - No.
      - That's gotta be him.
      - Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking!
      Huh.
      Mr. Big, sir,
      this is a simple misunder...
      Hmmph.
      Yeah.
      This is a simple misunderstanding.
      You come here unannounced on the
      day my daughter is to be married.
      Well, actually, we were brought here
      against our will, so...
      Point is, I did not know
      that it was your car,
      and I certainly did not know about
      your daughter's wedding!
      I trusted you, Nicky.
      I welcomed you into my home.
      We broke bread together.
      Grandmama made you a cannoli.
      And how did you repay my generosity?
      With a rug
      made from the butt of a skunk.
      A skunk-butt rug.
      You disrespected me.
      You disrespected my grandmama,
      who I buried in that skunk-butt rug.
      I told you never to show your face
      here again, but here you are.
      Snooping around with this...
      What are you? A performer?
      What's with the costume?
      - Sir, I am a co...
      - Mime!
      She's a mime.
      This mime can not speak.
      - You can't speak if you're a mime.
      - No, I am a cop.
      And I'm on the Emmitt Otterton case.
      And my evidence puts him in your car!
      So intimidate me all you want,
      I'm going to find out what you did to that otter
      if it's the last thing I do.
      Hmm.
      Then I have only one request.
      Say hello to Grandmama.
      Ice 'em!
      No, no, no. I didn't see nothing!
      I'm not saying nothing!
      And you never will.
      Please!
      No, no, no, no!
      If you're mad at me about
      the rug, I've got more rugs!
      Daddy! It's time for our dance!
      Ah! What did we say?
      No icing anyone at my wedding!
      I have to, baby,
      daddy has to.
      - Ice 'em.
      - No, no, no!
      Wait, wait!
      She's the bunny that saved my life yesterday!
      From that giant donut!
      - This bunny?
      - Yeah. Hi!
      - Hi. I love your dress.
      - Oh. Thank you.
      Put them down.
      You've done me a great service.
      I will help you find the otter.
      I will take your kindness,
      and pay it forward.
      Hmm.
      Otterton is my florist.
      He's like a part of the family.
      He had something important
      he wanted to discuss.
      That's why I sent that
      car to pick him up.
      But he never arrived.
      Because he was attacked.
      No, he attacked.
      Otterton?
      Otterton.
      He went crazy.
      Ripped up the car.
      Scared my driver half to death.
      And disappeared into the night.
      But he's a sweet little otter.
      My child, we may be evolved,
      but deep down we are still animals.
      You wanna find Otterton, talk to
      the driver of the car.
      His name is Manchas.
      Lives in the Rainforest District.
      Only he can tell you more.
      Mr. Manchas?
      Judy Hopps, ZPD.
      We just wanna know what happened
      to Emmitt Otterton.
      You should be asking
      what happened to me.
      - Whoa. A teensy otter did that?
      - What happened?
      He was an animal.
      Down on all fours.
      He was a savage!
      There was no warning.
      He just kept yelling about the Night Howlers.
      Over and over, the Night Howlers!
      So you know about
      the Night Howlers too?
      Good, good.
      Because the Night Howlers are exactly
      what we are here
      to talk about. Right?
      Yes, so you just open the
      door and tell us what you know,
      and we will tell you what we know.
      Okay?
      Okay.
      Clever fox.
      Mr. Manchas?
      Are you okay?
      Run. Run!
      - What is wrong with him?!
      - I don't know!
      Jump!
      Come on!
      Head down!
      Officer Hopps to dispatch!
      Are you familiar with Gazelle? Greatest
      singer of our lifetime. Angel with horns.
      Okay, hold on.
      Keep watching.
      Who's that beside her?
      Who is it?
      Wow, you are one hot dancer,
      Benjamin Clawhauser.
      It's me! Did you think it was real?
      It looks so real!
      It's not, it's just a new app.
      - Hold on a second.
      - Clawhauser!
      Clawhauser, listen to me.
      We have a 10-91!
      Jaguar gone savage!
      - Vine and Tujunga!
      - It's Tu-hunga!
      Okay, we're sending backup!
      Look, over there!
      Head for the sky-trans!
      Get in.
      Carrots? Carrots!
      Go!
      Buddy, one predator to another.
      Now I can tell you're a little tense,
      so I'm just gonna give you a little personal space!
      Rabbit, whatever you do,
      do not let go!
      - I'm gonna let go!
      - You're gonna to what?
      One, two...
      Carrots, you saved my life.
      Well, that's what we do at the ZPD...
      Well, this should be good.
      I thought this was just a missing mammal case,
      but it's way bigger.
      Mr. Otterton did not just disappear.
      I believe he and this jaguar,
      they...
      They went savage, sir.
      Savage? This isn't the stone age, Hopps.
      Animals don't go savage.
      I thought so too.
      Till I saw this.
      What?
      He was right here!
      The savage jaguar?
      Sir, I know what I saw.
      He almost killed us!
      Or maybe any agressive predator
      looks savage to rabbits?
      Let's go!
      Wait! Sir!
      I'm not the only one who saw him.
      You think I'm gonna believe a fox?
      Well, he was a key witness, and I...
      Two days to find the otter,
      or you quit.
      That was the deal.
      Badge.
      - But, sir, we had...
      - Badge!
      Uh, no.
      - What did you say, fox?
      - Sorry, what I said was 'no...'.
      She will not be giving you that badge.
      Look, you gave her a clown vest,
      and a three-wheeled joke-mobile,
      and two days to solve a case
      you guys haven't cracked in two weeks?
      Yeah, it's no wonder she needed
      to get help from a fox.
      None of you guys were gonna help her,
      were you?
      Here's the thing, chief.
      You gave her the 48 hours,
      so technically we still have...
      ten left to find our Mr. Otterton.
      And that's exactly what we're gonna do.
      So if you'll excuse us, we have a very
      big lead to follow and a case to crack.
      Good day.
      Officer Hopps.
      Thank you.
      Never let them see that they get to you.
      So...
      Things do get to you?
      I mean not, not anymore.
      But I was small that's true.
      But I was small that's true.
      I think I was 8,
      maybe 9...
      And all I wanted to do was join
      the Junior Ranger Scouts.
      So my mom scaped together enough money
      to buy me a brand new uniform.
      Because, by god, I
      was gonna fit in.
      Even if I was the only predator
      in the troop, the only fox.
      I was gonna be part of a pack.
      - Ready for initiation?
      - Yeah. Pretty much born ready.
      I was so proud.
      Okay. Now raise your right
      paw, and deliver the oath.
      I, Nicholas Wilde, promise to be brave,
      loyal, helpful and trustworthy.
      Even though you're a fox?
      What?
      No, no! What did I
      do wrong, you guys?
      No, please! What did I do wrong?
      What did I do?
      If you thought we would ever
      trust a fox without a muzzle?
      You're even dumber than you look.
      Is he gonna cry?
      I learned two things that day.
      One:
      I was never gonna let anyone
      see that they got to me.
      And two?
      If the world's only gonna see
      a fox as shifty and untrustworthy...
      There's no point in trying
      to be anything else.
      Nick, you are so much more than that.
      Boy, look at that
      traffic down there.
      How about we go up to
      Chuck in traffic central?
      Chuck, how are things looking
      on the jam cams?
      Nick, I'm glad you told me.
      The jam cams...
      - Seriously, it's okay.
      - No, no no!
      There are traffic cameras everywhere.
      All over the canopy!
      - Whatever happened to that jaguar...
      - The traffic cameras would have caught it!
      - Bingo!
      - Ho-ho! Pretty sneaky, slick!
      However, if you didn't have
      access to the system before,
      I doubt chief Buffalo Butt is
      gonna let you into it now.
      No. But I have a friend
      at City Hall who might.
      Eh. Sir, if we could just review
      these very important billings.
      Sir! Oh, I'm sorry.
      Sir.
      Okay! I heard you, Bellwether,
      just take care of it!
      Please.
      And clear my afternoon, I'm going out.
      Oh, no, no. But, sir, you do
      have a meeting with
      Herds and Gradings.
      Sir, that's just, oh...
      Oh, mutton chops.
      Assistant Mayor Bellwether,
      we need your help.
      We just need to get into
      the traffic cam database.
      - So fluffy!
      - Hey!
      - Sheep never let me get this close!
      - You can't just touch a sheep's wool!
      - It's like cotton candy.
      - Stop it!
      Where to?
      Ah... Rainforest Dsitrict.
      Vine and Tujunga.
      There.
      Traffic cams for the whole city.
      This is so exiting actually.
      I mean, well, you know.
      I never get to do
      anything this important.
      But you're the assistant mayor of Zootopia.
      Oh.
      I'm more of a glorified secretary.
      I think Mayor Lionheart just
      wanted the sheep vote.
      But he did give me that nice mug.
      WORLD'S GREATES ASSISTANT MAYOR (Written with marker)
      DAD (Crossed out)
      Feels good to be appreciated.
      Smellwether!
      Ah.
      That's a fun little name he likes to use.
      I called him Lionfart once,
      he did not care for that.
      Let me tell you, it was
      not a good day for me.
      - Yes, sir.
      - I thought you were gonna cancel my afternoon.
      Oh, dear. I better go.
      Let me know what you find.
      It was really nice for me to be...
      While we're young, Smellwether.
      You think when she goes
      to sleep she counts herself?
      Shush.
      Okay, traffic cams..
      Tujunga.... Tujunga....
      We're in.
      - Who are these guys?
      - Eh. Timberwolves.
      Look at these dum-dums.
      Huh!
      Bet you a nickel one of them's gonna howl.
      And there it is.
      I mean, what is it with wolves
      and the howling, it's...?
      Howlings!
      Night Howlers!
      That's what Manchas was afraid of, wolves!
      The wolves are the Night Howlers!
      - If they took Manchas..
      - I bet they took Otterton too.
      All we gotta do is find out
      where they went.
      Wait, where'd they go?
      You know, if I wanted to avoid surveillance
      because I was doing something illegal,
      which I never have, I would use the
      maintenance tunnel 6B.
      Which would put them out...
      right there.
      Well, look at you, junior detective.
      You know, I think you'd actually
      make a pretty good cop.
      Eh. How dare you.
      Ok, Shaly.
      Focus on what we got.
      South canyon.
      Mm-hm.
      They're heading out of town.
      Where does that road go?
      [ CLIFFSIDE ]
      Gary, quit it!
      You're gonna start a howl!
      I didn't start it.
      Come on.
      You are a clever bunny.
      It looks like this was a hospital.
      You know, after you,
      you're the cop.
      Okay, all clear.
      Ha.
      All this equipment is brand new.
      Carrots.
      Claw marks.
      Yeah, huge, huge claw marks.
      What kind of...
      Mr. Manchas.
      It's him!
      We found our otter.
      Mr. Otterton, my name is Officer Judy Hopps.
      Your wife sent me to find you.
      We're gonna get you out of here now.
      Or not.
      Guess he's in no rush
      to get home to the missus.
      11, 12, 13, 14.
      Not including Manchas,
      it's... it's fourteen.
      Chief Bogo handed out 14 missing mammal files.
      They're all here...
      All the missing mammals are right here.
      Huh!
      Enough!
      I don't want excuses, doctor,
      I want answers.
      Mayor Lionheart, please.
      We're doing everything we can.
      Really?
      Cause I got a dozen and a half animals here
      who've gone off the rails crazy,
      And you can't tell me why.
      Now I'd call that awfully far
      from doing everything!
      Sir, it may be time to consider their biology.
      What?
      What do you mean 'biology'?
      The only animals going savage are predators.
      We cannot keep it a secret.
      We need to come forward.
      Hm, great idea.
      Tell the public.
      And how do you think they're gonna feel
      about their mayor who is a lion?!
      - I'll be ruined!
      - Well, what does Chief Bogo say?
      Chief Bogo doesn't know. And we
      are going to keep it that way.
      Oh, no!
      - Someone's here.
      - Sir, you need to go. Now.
      Security, sweep the area.
      Great, we're dead.
      We're dead. That's it. I'm dead.
      You're dead. Everybody's dead.
      - Can you swim?
      - What?
      Can I swim?
      Yes, I can swim. Why?
      Aaahhhh!
      Carrots!
      Hopps! Judy!
      We gotta tell Bogo!
      Wow, you are one hot dancer, Chief Bogo.
      - Chief Bogo!
      - Not now.
      - Wait, is that Gazelle?
      - No!
      I'm Gazelle, and you
      are one hot dancer.
      You have the app too?
      Ooohhh... Chief!
      Clawhauser! Can't you see I'm working
      on the missing mammal cases?
      Oh! Yes, of course.
      About that, sir.
      Officer Hopps just called,
      she found all of them.
      Wow, I'm impressed.
      Mayor Lionheart, you have the right
      to remain silent. Anything you...
      You don't understand,
      I was trying to protect the city!
      You were just trying
      to protect your job.
      No, listen. We still don't
      know why this is happening.
      It could destroy Zootopia.
      You have the right
      to remain silent.
      Anything you say can and will be
      used against you in a court of law.
      Ladies and gentlemammals,
      14 mammals went missing and
      all 14 have been found...
      by our newest recruit,
      who will speak to you in a moment.
      - I'm so nervous.
      - Okay, press conference 101.
      You wanna look smart, answer their question
      with your own question
      and then answer that question.
      Like this: 'Excuse me, Officer Hopps.
      What can you tell us about the case?'
      'Well, was this a tough case?
      Yes, yes it was.' You see?
      You should be
      up there with me.
      We did this together.
      Well, am I a cop?
      No. No, I am not.
      Funny you should say that.
      Because, well, I've been thinking.
      It would be nice to have a partner.
      Here. In case you need
      something to write with.
      Officer Hopps.
      It's time.
      So now, I'll turn things over to the officer
      who cracked the case.
      Officer Judy Hopps.
      Yes?
      What can you tell us about
      the animals that went savage?
      Well, the animals in question...
      Emm.
      Are they all different species?
      Yes. Yes, they are.
      Okay, so what is the connection?
      Oh. All we know is that they are all
      members of the predator family.
      So predators are the
      only ones going savage?
      That is accu..
      Yes, that is accurate, yes.
      - Why? Why is this happening?
      - We still don't know.
      But, emm.
      It may have something to do with biology.
      What do you mean, biology?
      A biological component.
      You know, something in their DNA.
      In their DNA,
      can you elaborate on that, please?
      Yes. What I mean is
      thousands of years ago
      Eh, predators survived through their...
      agressive hunting instincts.
      For whatever reason, they seem to be
      reverting back to their primitive, savage ways.
      Officer Hopps, could
      it happen again?
      It is possible.
      So, we must be vigilant.
      And we at the ZPD are prepered
      and are here to protect you.
      How would ZPD protect us?
      Okay, thank you, Officer Hopps.
      That's all the time that we have.
      No more questions.
      - Was I okay?
      - Oh, you did fine.
      That went so fast, I
      didn't get a chance to
      mention you or say anything
      about how we...
      Oh, I think you said plenty.
      What do you mean?
      'Clearly there's a
      biological component'?
      'These predators may be reverting back
      to their primitive, savage ways'?
      Are you serious?
      I just stated the
      facts of the case.
      I mean, it's not like a
      bunny could go savage.
      Right, but a fox could? Huh?
      - Nick, stop it, you're not like them.
      - Oh, there's a 'them' now?
      You know what I mean,
      you're not that kind of predator.
      The kind that needs
      to be muzzled?
      The kind that makes you think you need
      to carry around fox repellant?
      Yeah, don't think I didn't notice that
      little item the first time we met.
      Look. Let me ask you a question.
      Are you afraid of me?
      Do you think I might go nuts?
      You think I might go savage?
      You think I might try to eat you?
      Huh!
      I knew it, huh.
      Just when I thought somebody
      actually believed in me, huh?
      Probably best if you don't have
      a predator as a partner.
      No, Nick.
      Nick!
      Officer Hopps, were you just
      threatened by that predator?
      No, he's my friend.
      We can't even trust our own friends?
      That is not what I said.
      Please.
      - Are we safe?
      - Have any other foxes gone savage?
      More bad news in this city gripped by fear.
      A caribou is in critical condition.
      The victim of a mauling by
      a savage polar bear.
      This, the 27th such attack,
      comes just one week after ZPD Officer,
      Judy Hopps connected the violence
      to traditionally predatory animals.
      Meanwhile, a peace rally organized by
      popstar Gazelle was marred by protest.
      - Go back to the forest, predator!
      - I am from the savannah.
      Zootopia is a unique place.
      It's a crazy, beautiful, diverse city.
      Where we celebrate our differences.
      This is not the Zootopia I know.
      The Zootopia I know
      is better than this.
      We don't just blindly assign blame.
      We don't know why these
      attacks keep happening.
      But it's irresponsible to label all
      predators as savages.
      It's not my Emmitt.
      We cannot let fear divide us.
      Please give me back the Zootopia I love.
      Come on, Hopps.
      The new mayor wants to see us.
      The mayor?
      Why?
      It would seem you've arrived.
      Clawhauser?
      What are you doing?
      Uh. They thought it would be
      better if a predator
      such as myself wasn't the first face
      that you see
      when you walk into the ZPD.
      What?
      They're gonna move me to records.
      It's downstairs.
      It's by the boiler.
      Hopps1
      Integrity
      Honesty
      Valor
      Emm.
      I don't understand.
      Our city is 90% prey, Judy,
      and right now
      they're just really scared.
      You're a hero to them.
      They trust you.
      And so that's why Chief Bogo and I
      want you to be the public face of the ZPD.
      I'm... not...
      I'm not a hero.
      I came here to make the world
      a better place. But...
      ... I think I broke it.
      Don't give yourself so much credit, Hopps.
      The world has always been broken,
      that's why we need good cops.
      Like you.
      With all due respect, sir,
      a good cop is supposed to serve and protect.
      Help the city.
      Not tear it apart.
      - I don't deserve this badge.
      - Hopps.
      Judy, you've worked so hard
      to get here.
      It's what you've wanted since
      you were a kid.
      You can't quit.
      Thank you for the opportunity.
      A dozen carrots.
      Have a nice day.
      Come on.
      Hey there, Jude.
      Jude the Dude.
      Remember that one?
      How we doing?
      - I'm fine.
      - You are not fine, your ears are droopy.
      Why did I think I could
      make a difference?
      - Because you're a trier, that's why.
      - You've always been a trier.
      Oh, I tried.
      And it made life so much worse
      for so many innocent predators.
      Oh, not all of them, though.
      Speak of the devil. Right on time.
      Is that Gideon Grey?
      Yeah, it sure is.
      We work with him now.
      He's our partner. And we never
      would have considered it,
      - had you not opened our minds.
      - That's right.
      I mean, kid's turned into one of the
      top pastry chefs in the tri-burrows.
      That's...
      That's really cool, you guys.
      Gideon Grey. I'll be darned.
      Hey, Judy. I'd just like to say I'm sorry
      for the way I behaved in my youth.
      I had a lot of self-doubt,
      and it manifested itself
      in the form of unchecked
      rage and agression.
      I was a major jerk.
      Well, I know a thing or two
      about being a jerk.
      Anyhow, I brought you all these pies.
      Hey, kids! Don't you run through that
      Midnicampum holicithias.
      Whoa, whoa, whoa.
      Well, now. There's a
      four-dollar word, Mr. H.
      My family always just
      call them Night Howlers.
      I'm sorry.
      What did you say?
      Oh.
      Kid's talking about those flowers, Judy.
      I use them to keep the bugs off the produce,
      but I don't like the little ones going near them
      on acoount of what happened
      to your uncle Terry.
      Yeah, Terry ate one whole when we were kids
      and went completely nuts.
      He bit the dickens out of your mother.
      A bunny can go savage.
      Savage? Well, that's a strong word.
      But it did hurt like the devil.
      Well, sure it did. There's a sizable
      divot in your arm. I'd call that savage.
      Night Howlers aren't wolves,
      they're flowers.
      The flowers are making the predators go savage.
      That's it! That's what
      I've been missing!
      Oh, keys! Keys! Keys! Keys!
      Hurry, come on!
      Oh. Thank you!
      I love you, bye!
      - You catch any of that, Bon?
      - Not one bit.
      That makes me feel a little bit better,
      I thought she was talking in
      tongues or something.
      Who is it?
      I need to find Nick.
      Please.
      Nick?
      Nick?
      Oh, Nick.
      Night Howlers aren't wolves,
      they're toxic flowers.
      I think someone is targetting predators
      on purpose and making them go savage.
      Wow.
      Isn't that interesting?
      Wait, please don't..
      I know you'll never forgive me.
      And I don't blame you.
      I wouldn't forgive me either.
      It was ignorant, and irresponsible,
      and small-minded.
      But predators shouldn't suffer
      because of my mistakes.
      I have to fix this.
      But I can't do it without you.
      And...
      And after we're done...
      you can hate me.
      And...
      And that'll be fine.
      Because I was a horrible
      friend and I hurt you.
      And you can walk away knowing
      that you were right. All along.
      I really am just a dumb bunny.
      'I really am just a dumb bunny.'
      'I really am just a dumb bunny.'
      Don't worry, Carrots,
      I'll let you erase it. In 48 hours.
      All right, get in here.
      Okay. Oh, you bunnies.
      You're so emotional.
      There we go, deep breath.
      Are you-Are you just
      trying to steal the pen?
      Is that what this is?
      - You are standing on my tail, though. Off, off!
      - I'm sorry.
      HOPPS
      FAMILY FARM
      I thought you guys only grew carrots.
      Mmph.
      - What's your plan?
      - We are gonna follow the Night Howlers.
      Okay, how?
      - Know this guy?
      - Uh-huh. I told you, I know everybody.
      Ha-ha. Well, hello!
      Step right up.
      Anything you need, I got it.
      All your favorite movies.
      I've got movies that
      haven't even been released yet.
      Hey, 15% off.
      20!
      Make me an offer.
      Come on!
      Well, well, look who it is,
      the Duke of Bootleg.
      What's it to you, Wilde?
      Shouldn't you be melting down
      a pawpsicle or something?
      Hey, if it isn't
      flopsy the copsie.
      We both know those weren't only
      onions I caught you stealing.
      What were you gonna do with
      those Night Howlers, Weselton?
      It's Weaselton, Duke Weaselton.
      And I ain't talking, rabbit.
      And there ain't nothing
      you can do to make me.
      Ice him.
      Ahhh!
      Ho! Ho! Ho! Ah!
      You dirty rat, why are you helping her?
      She's a cop!
      And the godmother to
      my future granddaughter.
      - I'm gonna name her Judy.
      - Ohhhh...
      Heh heh heh.
      Ice this weasel.
      Aww! All right, all right!
      Please! I'll talk. I'll talk.
      I stole the Night Howlers
      so I could sell them.
      They offered me what I
      couldn't refuse: Money.
      And to whom did you sell them?
      A ram named Doug. We got
      a drop spot underground.
      Just watch it.
      Doug is the opposite of friendly.
      He's unfriendly.
      Come on.
      The weasel wasn't lying.
      Yeah, it looks like old Doug's cornered
      the market on Night Howlers.
      You got Doug here.
      What's the mark?
      Cheetah in Sahara Square.
      Got it.
      Serious? Yeah, I know they're fast,
      I can hit him.
      Listen, I hit a tiny little otter
      through the open window of a moving car.
      Yeah, I'll buzz you when it's done.
      Or you'll see it on the news.
      You know, whichever comes first.
      Hey, Doug, open up!
      We've got your latte.
      All right, Woolter and Jesse are back,
      so I'm leaving now. Out.
      Hey. Wait, where you going?
      Where are you going? Get back here!
      What are you doing?
      He's gonna see you!
      What are you looking at?
      Hey!
      Whatever you're thinking,
      stop thinking it.
      Carrots.
      Carrots.
      You better have the
      extra foam this time.
      HA!
      Hey!
      Open up!
      What are you doing? You
      just trapped us in here!
      We need to get this
      evidence to the ZPD.
      - Okay, great. Here it is. Got it.
      - No, all of it.
      Wait, what?
      Oh, great, you're a
      conductor now, huh?
      Hey. Listen. It would take a miracle
      to get this rustbucket going.
      Well.
      Hallelujah.
      We kinda got a situation at the lab.
      It just got worse!
      Mission accomplished.
      Would it be premature for me to
      do a little victory toot-toot?
      All right.
      One toot-toot.
      Well, I can cross that off
      the bucket list.
      I may have to rescind
      that victory toot-toot.
      Maybe that's just hail.
      Back off!
      Incoming!
      - Carrots!
      - Don't stop! Keep going.
      No, stop.
      Please stop!
      Do not stop this car!
      Ahhh!
      Owww!
      Whoa!
      - Speed up, Nick. Speed up!
      - There's another train coming!
      Trust me, speed up.
      Stop the train!
      Hey.
      Need some help?
      Oh, no. Oh, no no no.
      Too fast! Too fast! Hold on!
      I think this is our stop.
      Okay, maybe...
      Maybe some of the evidence survived.
      Everything is gone.
      We've lost it all.
      Yeah. All, except for this.
      Ah, ha ha ha ha!
      - Ooh, Nick! Yes!
      - Ow.
      Come on!
      We gotta get to the ZPD.
      Cut through the Natural History Museum.
      - There it is.
      - Judy. Judy!
      Mayor Bellwether.
      We found out what's happening.
      Someone's darting predators with a serum.
      That's what's making them go savage.
      I'm so proud of you, Judy.
      You did just a super job.
      Thank you, ma'am.
      How did you know
      where to find us?
      I'll go ahead and
      I'll take that case now.
      You know what? I think Nick and I
      will just take this to the ZPD.
      - Run.
      - Run.
      Get them!
      Ah....
      Carrots!
      Aww.
      Here, I got you.
      Get in here.
      Okay.
      Now, just relax.
      Whoops.
      - Blueberry?
      - Pass.
      Come on out, Judy.
      Take the case.
      Get it to Bogo.
      I'm not gonna leave you behind,
      that's not happening.
      - I can't walk.
      - Just.. We'll think of something.
      We're on the same team, Judy.
      Underestimated.
      Underappreciated.
      Aren't you sick of it?
      Predators.
      They may be strong and loud.
      But prey outnumber predators 10 to 1.
      Think about it. 90% of the population
      united against a common enemy.
      We'll be unstoppable.
      Huh?
      Over there!
      Oh!
      Ah!
      Well, you should have just
      stayed on the carrot farm, huh?
      It really is too bad,
      I did like you.
      What are you gonna do?
      Kill me?
      Oohhh.
      No, of course not.
      He is.
      No!
      Oh, Nick?
      Yes, police! There's a savage fox in the
      Natural History Museum!
      Officer Hopps is down.
      Please hurry!
      No, Nick.
      Don't do this. Fight it.
      Oh, but he can't help it.
      Can he?
      Since predators are just biologically
      predisposed to be savages.
      Get back!
      Gosh!
      Think of the headline!
      'Hero Cop Killed by Savage Fox.'
      So that's it? Prey fears predator,
      and you stay in power?
      Yeah.
      Pretty much.
      It won't work.
      Fear always works.
      And I'll dart every predator in
      Zootopia to keep it that way.
      Ah!
      Oh, Nick.
      No.
      Bye-bye, bunny.
      Blahhh

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