Zootopia Cars Novels & Stories

But what if he is here to join the others in capturing us? I look at the cars carefully to see if they give away a hunter vibe, but I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Both cars seem to be city SUVs that weren’t built for dirt roads. Family stickers adorn the back window, and sötétítő on the rear windows with cartoon characters. I sigh, taking it as if they are families on a hike and not hunters.

Julia's dad parked her car in front of the store when he dropped by the store earlier. I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. "Cara, I'll drive you home," Austin suddenly appeared in front of me, riding a motorcycle. "When did you buy a motorcycle?" I asked him as I went near him. "This is my father's. I only borrowed it," he said. "It's dangerous. Be careful," I said. Austin needs to be careful if he doesn't want to be like what happened to Dad. "I didn't want to ride with Julia so I could have some time alone," I said.

Tyler pouts before attacking the rest of his food with a vengeance; he can eat well for a 4 year old, especially when motivated with a surprise. Giggling as we finish our meal and then clean the kitchen before changing our clothes for the day; once I have the boys and myself dressed, Tristan's diaper changed and have Tyler and I use the bathroom, I back a diaper bag with extra supplies for both boys before we leave in Vance's green Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo once their car seats are moved into his vehicle. "First stop is the Los Angeles Zoo," Vance announces as he pulls into the parking lot and cutting the engine with a grin.

“You thinking of getting one?” Noah nodded. “Easier to get around.” “Yeah, definitely,” Zack said. “Although traffic is shit in New York.” Noah chuckled. “Yeah.” “I got a Ford,” Zack said. “Just the normal family type car, you know. Don’t need anything fancy when I have a three-year-old.” He chuckled. Noah nodded.

But we were back in Arabella's car heading toward the restaurant we'd picked for dinner, all four of us slightly warm and loose from the spa, and Zoe was in the passenger seat and went quiet mid-sentence. "Don't look," she said. "Actually — okay, look, but casually. Black SUV. Three cars back." Arabella's eyes moved to the rearview mirror with the controlled subtlety of someone who'd grown up around enough money to have had a security briefing at least once in her life. Chloe, beside me in the back seat, turned to look out her window at the city passing by and said nothing, which meant she was processing. I didn't look. I already knew.

Reaching outside, the girls saw three similar looking cars, that looked new; all black in colour. "Please." Brown simply asked them to get Into the cars, when the drivers opened the door. Brie and one of the girls got into the first car, with a a lady from Brown's team in front. Brown sat in the front seat of the second car, while Amber and Allyson sat behind. Victoria had to stay in last, with two other persons from Brown's team. As the car drove at a steady speed across the road, Victoria looked outside the window. The car was quiet. It was evening already, she saw birds align on some electrical wires, and she thought of how interesting it was that they weren't electrocuted.

Lio didn’t usually display any non-human behaviors in front of people by mistake but it didn’t make me any less nervous. The sounds of cars pulling up made me look up from Celeste painting my toes. I saw two cars slowing down as they got closer to my car. I recognized Lio’s red Kia Sportage, but the black Tahoe behind it was unfamiliar. Lio parked right behind my car and the shiny black Tahoe parked right behind him. Celeste’s attention was drawn to them as well and I knew she was waiting to see if Baltasar was with them.

Victoria sat down on a chair in the bakery, clenching her fingers tightly, and was worried about Jackson. After taking the elevator to the ground floor, Jackson and Matthew walked straight towards the gate of the magnificent hotel where three black cars were waiting for them, and three young bodyguards were in the cars. Jackson and Matthew got into the middle car, then the car in front sped off, and the other cars followed. The black cars raced through the streets of Toronto, their engines roaring in the hot air, captivating and powerful. The cars flew all the way, leaving trails of smoke and tire marks on the hot road, and the sun grew scorching in the sky.

One of the officers looked at me and said with a frown, “For intentional destruction of private property, you’ll need to come with us.” I smiled calmly and pulled out a document. “Destruction of private property? I never did that.” Then, I looked directly at Liam, making myself clear. “The car is mine.” Amidst the chaos, I opened the original purchase order and payment record for the vehicle in front of the camera. “Take a good look,” I said. “The car belongs to me. What’s the problem with smashing my car?” Even the police seemed stunned by the situation. They immediately contacted the manufacturer to verify ownership. Once it was confirmed, the way everyone looked at us changed.

Cass shouted as Jo pulled herself back inside the SUV, and Zane threw the vehicle into reverse, managing to spin around without throwing the bikes off of the trailer. The cops continued to fire after them, other lights coming into view ahead of them and to the left, but Zane’s foot was on the gas, and he managed to squeeze out of the parking lot, tires squealing, as the police cars careened to a halt in order to avoid a collision. A few seconds later, they were in pursuit, but even the police didn’t have the same power their souped up engine had, and soon enough the red and blue lights faded into the distance.