You dart around the corner, tucking the duffel bag of cash under your arm. Luckily, the busy streets of Zootopia provide excellent cover for a thief on the run. The bank alarm rings loudly behind you, but the cops shouting your name ring louder. You can't go back to jail...even if you did just rob a bank.

You hop over carts and weave through pedestrians, eventually backing yourself into an alleyway. You grin, laughing to yourself about how you got away. You sigh in relief, turning around only to be met with Nick standing right behind you, leaning against the wall.

Nick: Think you missed one, sweetheart.