Bogo: Ugh, I've already told you that I'm not comfortable disclosing that information publically. Not only am I a very private mammal, and I respect my family's privacy, but putting their information out there would put them and their safety at risk.
Nick: For real? Don't you think that's a bit...excuse me for saying so Chief, overdramatic?
Bogo: You don't spend twenty-five years on the force, ten of which were spent acting as its Chief Officer without making a few enemies. Murderers, mafiosos, just plain maniacs, I've put away quite a few of them in my time, or at the very least acted as a constant thorn in their side. For any of them to catch a whiff of the names of those closest to me...well it would be like a drop of blood in a shark tank.
Nick: Oh, well...I guess I can't really argue against that logic...
Judy: But surely there's some little tidbit you can leave us with? Something vague enough, or non-incriminating enough to avoid aiding some maligned revenger plot against you?
Bogo: *Snorts* Alright...alright fine...but this is all you're getting from me. *Grumbles* I am mated, my mate is female, and we adopted several calves together.
Nick: Several big? Or more like...a couple of?
Bogo: I'm keeping it at 'several' to remain vague.
Nick: Okay.
Bogo: Hmm *Scratches chin thoughtfully* Oh, alright this is probably safe. Officer Clawhauser and myself have known each other since high school. We also went to the academy together, and essentially plotted ahead to work as partners, much as Hopps did with you Wilde.
Judy: Wow...you knew Clawhauser that long?
Bogo: Awkward outcasts attract. *Chuckles* Well...I was the awkward one...Clawhauser was the more social of our little pair. The issue being his far too hyper to the point where he drove off most other mammals. Luckily for him, I didn't talk much...so he got to do most of the talking for me. *Chuckles* That kind of personality gave him a great bedside manner on the beat when it came to consoling victims, cheering up calves, that sort of thing.
Nick: Seems like Benji's bread and butter...or rather, his croissant, cream cheese and lox. *Laughs*
Judy: But now you've got me curious, just why did Clawhauser switch to lobby work?
Bogo: Again, that's not my story to tell. It's his. But if you do broach the subject, please tread carefully. *Glares at Nick* That means no one-liners from the peanut gallery.
Nick: Oh C'mon Chief, I would never! *Flashes Bogo a wide, cheesy smirk* Would this fox ever lie to you?
Bogo: *Huffs* Constantly...and then he lies about lying...thankfully Hopps is here to keep you honest...well as honest as a mammal like you can be. She may be pretty good at keeping you in line...but she's not a superhero...despite trying to play the part.
Nick: Ouch! Be honest Cheif, it's the fox thing, right?
Bogo: I am being serious here Wilde! It's a...delicate emotional subject for Clawhauser...and it has all the right to be. A mammal as sensitive as he is...*sigh*, let's just say that day was the first time I actually saw the value of being as socially detached as I was...but for benjamin, his greatest strength became his greatest weakness...
Judy: Sweet Cheese and Crackers...
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WT: Hey, sorry for basically pulling a re-answer here. I've had some of these asks sitting here for a bit and I forgot when I answered the first Bogo Question, there was another in a similar vein. Anyway, thanks for the ask!
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