Well, it started with me and my friend conning our way into getting a jumbo pop. I pretended he was my son that was aspiring to be an elephant when he grew up. He's a Fennec Fox. Oh...and we're all animals. Welcome to that. I'm a fox. Carrots is a rabbit. She's the one I conned into paying for the jumbo pop. Then Finnick and I melted down that jumbo pop only to make it into smaller popsicles. Pawpsicles if you would. They're in the shape of paws. We sold them to Lemmings and saved the popsicle sticks to sell them at Little Rodentia as redwood. Which worked because the jumbo pop was red. Not sure on the flavor. So at some point Carrots tracked me down. Or Judy, I guess is her name. She's a bunny cop. Hilarious.
I got out of dealing with her then, only then she decided she needed help solving some missing otter case. And then she conned me into it by recording me admitting I hadn't paid taxes on my income. Don't do that. Admit it, I mean. Bad idea when you're a conman. Anyway, we're looking for this lost otter as if anyone actually cares. We went to the naturalist club, which is a nudist club/colony for animals. I don't ask too many questions. There are no answers. That led us to going to the DMV since we had to run a plate. The DMV is run by sloths. No one is surprised. So by the time we got the information we needed (partially because I told the sloths a joke), it was night.
She was supposed to let me go then, but she threw the carrot pen over the fence and when I went over to get it, she came in after me and we searched the car. Once I realized who the car belonged to, I tried to escape, but...Mr. Big's people got us instead. Now this.