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He's like a part of the family. He had something important he wanted to discuss. That's why I sent that car to pick him up. But he never arrived. Because he was attacked. No. He attacked. Otterton? Otterton. He went crazy. Ripped up the car, scared my driver half to death... and disappeared into the night. But he's a sweet little otter. My child, we may be evolved, but deep down... we are still animals.
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Hi! Hello? It's me, again! Hey, it's Officer Toot-Toot. No. Actually, it's Officer Hopps... and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case. What happened, meter maid? Did someone steal a traffic cone? It wasn't me. Hey, Carrots, you're going to wake the baby. I gotta get to work. This is important, sir. I think your $10 worth of popsicles can wait. I make 200 bucks a day, Fluff! 365 days a year, since I was 12. And time is money. Hop along. Please, just look at the picture. You sold Mr. Otterton that popsicle, right? Do you know him? I know everybody. And I also know that, somewhere... there's a toy store missing its stuffed animal, so why don't you get back to your box? Fine. Then we'll have to do this the hard way. Did you just boot my stroller? Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest.
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Yeah, $200 a day, 365 days a year, since you were 12. That's two decades, so times 20, which is $1,460,000, I think. I mean, I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying. Anyway, according to your tax forms... you reported, let me see here... zero! Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time. Well, it's my word against yours. 200 bucks a day, Fluff! 365 days a year, since I was 12. Actually, it's your word against yours. And if you want this pen, you're going to help me find this poor, missing otter... or the only place you'll be selling popsicles is the prison cafeteria. It's called a hustle, sweetheart. She hustled you. She hustled you good! You a cop now, Nick. You gonna need one of these. Have fun... working with the fuzz!
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19.9s
What's it to you, Wilde? Shouldn't you be melting down a popsicle or something? Hey, if it ain't Flopsy the Copsy. We both know those weren't moldy onions I caught you stealing. What were you gonna do with those Night Howlers, Wezzleton? It's Weaselton! Duke Weaselton! And I ain't talking, rabbit. And there ain't nothing you can do to make me. Ice him.
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