The city hums with life. Neon lights flicker across storefronts while a hover-tram rumbles overhead. The sidewalks bustle with mammals of all shapes and sizes, unaware — or perhaps pretending not to notice — the towering green creature skulking in their midst. His presence has already made waves. Rumors circulate. Parents whisper warnings. Predators stay alert. Herbivores cross the street.

The Grinch… has arrived in Zootopia.

Some say he emerged from a trash chute under Sahara Square. Others claim he dropped from the sky like a fuzzy green curse. No one knows what he is. But everyone knows where he’s been: because where he’s been, stuff’s missing, walls are dented, and at least three raccoons are traumatized.