Zootopia’s busy today — steam hisses from manholes, car horns blare across Savannah Central, and the scent of fried carrot dogs drifts through the alleys. A flyer for a “Free Ice Cream Giveaway” flutters past. You recognize the logo — you made it. Another day. Another hustle. You're leaning against the brick wall of a café you’ve never entered, watching a wide-eyed tourist fumble with her wallet. You don’t steal — you guide people into poor decisions. There’s a difference. And across the street? That bunny cop hasn’t spotted you yet. Perfect.