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Nick led Judy over to his friend, Flash, who was sitting behind the counter at one of the windows. "Flash, Flash, hundred-yard dash!" said Nick. "Buddy, it's nice to see ya."

"Flash, I'd love you to meet my friend. Darling, I seem to have forgotten your name."

"Hang in there," said Nick, loving every second.

Flash looked at Nick for a long beat. "Nice to… see you… too," he said slowly.

"What? Are you saying that because he's a sloth, he can't be fast?" Nick said innocently. "I thought in Zootopia anyone could be anything."

Judy couldn't take it. "Fine?" she offered, trying to move the conversation along.

"They're all sloths!" Judy exclaimed, noticing the employees. Nick smiled. "You said this was going to be quick!"

"Officer Judy Hopps," said Judy, showing her badge. "ZPD. How are you?"

Flash looked at her and didn't respond for a good ten seconds. "I am… doing… just --"

"… as well… as… I can… be. What --" Flash continued.

Inside the Department of Mammal Vehicles, there was a huge line of animals waiting to be helped.

"Well, I was hoping you could --"

It took quite a while for Flash to enter the first part of the license plate number into the system. Just as he was about to punch in the last digit, Nick interrupted him. "Hey, Flash, you wanna hear a joke?"

Flash took another moment before repeating it. "Two… nine…"

Flash waited a moment before beginning his response. "Sure. What's the… plate --"

"… today?" Flash asked, finally completing his sentence.

'T," said Flash.

"THD03," said Judy.

"I don't… know. What do… you call… a --"

"… number?" asked Flash.

"Two nine --" Judy began.

Judy took a deep breath. "29THD03."

"… for you…"

"Well, I was hoping you could run a plate for us. We're in a really big hurry," answered Judy.

"No!" Judy yelled.

"What do you call a three-humped camel?"

Flash showed no reaction at first, but then he slowly raised his head as a smile crept across his face. "Ha… ha… ha… ha…"

"… three-humped… camel?" said Flash.

"Three-humped camel," said Judy quickly, trying to get the joke out of the way.

"… can I… do…"

"Well, I was hoping you could run a plate --"

"Pregnant," answered Nick.

"Here you…," said Flash, handing it to Judy.

"A three-humped camel? Pregnant!" shouted Judy, thoroughly frustrated.

"What… do… you call… a --"

"Yes… Flash?" answered Priscilla, just as slowly.

"29THD03," said Judy, frantically reading the printout. "It's registered to… Tundratown Limo-Service? A limo took Otterton, and the limo's in Tundratown -- It's in Tundratown!"

"Way to hustle, buddy," Nick said to Flash. "I love you. I owe you."

"… go."

Judy's impatience grew. "Ha, ha, yes, very funny, very funny. Can we please just focus on the --"

They had been in there for hours! Judy was running out of time.

"Three… humped…" Judy was losing her mind. "Aaaaaaaaaagh!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah… thank you!" she said.

"Hurry, we gotta beat the rush hour and --" Judy said as she hurried through the door to get outside. "IT'S NIGHT!" She looked at the sky in awe. It was completely dark.

Hours after they'd entered, a dot-matrix printer slowly spat out the address for the license plate number.

Flash turned toward the sloth next to him. "Hey, Priscilla…"