The Elements of Zootopia

The scent of freshly baked pies and warm pastries filled the cozy bakery in Bunnyburrow, where Gideon Grey wiped his flour-dusted paws on his apron. The morning rush had passed, leaving him with a rare moment of peace. He hummed softly to himself as he boxed up a peculiar pie for one of his regular bunny customers, the sun streaming through the windows and casting a cozy glow across the shop.

The little bell above the door jingled, signaling a new arrival. Gideon glanced up with his usual friendly smile, ready to greet a customer. “Howdy—” Gideon started, but his smile faltered the moment his eyes landed on a small figure in a black dress and glasses that walked in.

Gideon's voice caught in his throat as the sheep stepped further into the bakery. “Wait a second... Ain’t you... ain’t you her?!” His paw instinctively shot up, pointing at her as recognition hit like a lightning bolt. “You’re that evil Nighthowler sheep from Zootopia!”

Bellwether stopped mid-stride and flashed a cold, practiced smile, her head tilting slightly as though amused by his outburst. “Evil is such a strong word,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with faux friendliness. “I prefer... revolutionary.”

Gideon’s heart raced. “Oh no, oh no, I gotta call the police!” He fumbled for his phone in his apron pocket, his claws trembling as he unlocked the screen.

Before he could make a call, a sharp CRACK shattered the calm. Gideon yelped as his phone was shot clean out of his paw, clattering to the floor. He clutched his hand, wide eyes darting around the room. “What the—?!”

Behind him, the bakery door creaked open, and two large figures stepped inside. Woolter and Jesse loomed over him, their expressions stern and unyielding. The two ramsflanked the fox, boxing him in.

“Sorry, pred,” Woolter said, not sounding sorry at all, “but the fox ain't saying anything now.”

“Wh-what do you want with me?!” Gideon stammered, backing up against the counter.

Jesse snorted. “We don’t answer questions. We just follow orders.”

Before Gideon could make another move, the rams lunged. Woolter grabbed a length of cloth from his coat pocket and gagged the fox, while Jesse swiftly blindfolded him. Gideon struggled, letting out muffled protests, but their grip was ironclad.

Bellwether clicked retrieved the fallen phone and inspected it. “Doug hasn’t lost his touch with a rifle,” she mused aloud. She turned to look out the window, and saw the ram in question kneeling down behind some bushes, BB rifle in hand.

Doug shook his head in amazement and said, "So I was at the naked freakshow minutes ago, then that Discord thing zaps me here like it was nothing. I can’t even. . . Fine, I don't care anymore, my life as a responsible law abiding citizen ended a long time ago. This is my life now."

Back inside the bakery, Woolter hauled Gideon up by his arms. “Well, now what? What are we gonna do with him?”

Bellwether’s smile grew, slow and calculated. She adjusted her glasses and said, “Oh, you’ll see,” her voice light but carrying a dangerous undertone.

Jesse glanced at the nervous, squirming fox in their grip. “Shouldn’t we just, y’know, get rid of him now? We’ve already made enough noise.”

Bellwether shook her head, her gaze sharp as she turned to Jesse. “We didn't come all this way just to kill him, genius. We need this fox for the next part of the plan to create more fear and chaos. Not to mention, throw Officers Hopps and Wilde off balance big time."

The air around them began to shimmer. A faint, eerie glow surrounded the group as Discord’s unmistakable magic swirled through the bakery. The trays of pies and cakes wobbled precariously, and the scent of freshly baked goods was replaced with the indescribable aroma of chaos.

Discord’s mocking laugh echoed faintly in the background. “I certainly approve of your master plan, my dear Bellwether," his voice said, "But, wait. What is this?"

Suddenly, the shadow of Discord snaked across the wall, and his eagle claw reached out and opened the box Gideon had filled. Inside was a pie with a bright orange filling.

"Oh for goodness sake!" Discord ranted, "Is that a carrot pie? A carrot pie?! Has this fox never heard of carrot cake? That's an actual dessert, made of carrots. But does he make it? No! He makes carrot pie! A thing no one eats! I know I'm the Lord of Chaos, but even I have standards! BLECH!"

“That isn't important,” Bellwether replied curtly, her tone tinged with impatience. She turned back to Gideon, who was still struggling in vain, unable to see or speak. “Discord, it's time to put this fox where he belongs," Bellwether said with delight spread all over her face.

"Indeed", Discord said, his shadowy face glaring at the baker.

With a flash of light, Gideon, Bellwether, and her henchmen were gone, leaving only the lingering smell of flour and the faint sound of distant, unsettling snickering from Discord.