Disclaimer: You really think I'd be wasting my time with this if I owned the Sly Cooper cast? I'd be making this into a game.

AN: This is an alternate 3. I finally played it, but it kind of cut into what I wanted to do with this. I had this planned out since I finished the fist one, but then I heard Sly 2 was out so I waited then I started writing it and etc. You get the idea. I might or might not bring in things that happened in Sly 3, but eh. Oh, and Murray never left and Bentley's still in the wheelchair 'cause he's just so cool in it. Also, I will not post the next chapter to this fiction until my friend, EviLAngeLOfDarkness, posts the next chapter of her Sly Cooper fanfiction. She said she had issues getting motivated so I threatened her with mine. Blame her if I don't update fast enough.

Introduction

Sly, Bentley and Murray where chillin' in their hideout in Paris. They'd thought they'd take a break after their last heist and take it easy for a couple of days. Murray was snacking on some chips, Bentley was playing solitaire by his computer and Sly was just sitting there relaxing.

All of a sudden, Bentley's computer picked up a transmission from Interpol.

"Carmelita, seems Cooper's up to his tricks again," a male voice said.

"Sly, check this out!" he said as he tried to home in on the signal.

Sly ran over to Bentley's side as the transmission continued.

"What's the ringtail done now?" Carmelita responded.

"He's in the Central Plaza; stealing anything of value."

"I've got you now, Ringtail."

The transmission ended.

"What's that mean?" Murray asked.

"It means we're going," Sly said curious and ticked, but mostly curious.

"I don't know, Sly. This smells like a trap," Bentley said worriedly.

"You worry too much, Bentley," Sly said with a smirk as they drove off to the Central Plaza.

Sly went ahead of the others, scouting ahead to see if he could find the trail of this impersonator. He didn't have much luck. The only thing the creep left behind is a trail of missing things.

Sly looked around the roof tops a bit before he got a lead; he couldn't help but smirk.

"Get back here, Cooper!" Carmelita shouted, firing her shock pistol at anything, but the real Sly.

Sly followed the trail of electric blasts and tracked down the impersonator into the forest, where he had given Carmelita the slip. He stayed hot on the guy's trail, trying his best to keep up; this guy was fast.

All of a sudden, the impersonator stopped dead in his tracks, but he still managed to stay shrouded in shadow.

Sly was confused. Why did he stop? Was he going to fight? Sly got ready for anything, or so he thought. The impersonator looked to the side then looked like he was trying to say something, but Sly couldn't hear him. He tried to figure it out, but he got nabbed by a net.

He winced as he hit the ground and tried to get out, but the net electrocuted him. Sly couldn't move. Even though he was used to Carmelita's blasts, this was a lot stronger and took everything out of him. He looked up and managed to see a bunch of snakes slithering around him.

"Sir, we got the wrong one."

"Wrong one?" Sly thought as he saw this huge, about 14 feet high, serpent slithering over.

This cobra obviously watched too many gangster movies. He had three rings in each side of his hood, rings on his fangs, a medallion around his neck, and one of those hats with the jagged feathers in the brim.

"It doesn't matter. Take him anyway. He'll be good bait," the cobra said with a sadistic smirk.

"What are you-" Sly couldn't finish his sentence. They electrocuted him again and he passed out this time.

Meanwhile, Bentley and Murray were watching from his computer.

"Oh no! Sly!" Murray cried when he saw Sly get captured.

"Come on, Murray. We've got to help him," Bentley said and he and Murray left the safe house to help their friend.

They arrived at the site too late. "Aw, man, they took Sly."

"Just give me a minute. I'm sure I'll find their trail," Bentley said as he started typing the calculations into his portable computer on his wheelchair.

Before Bentley could get a hypothesis going, another net came flying over head and zapped the two, knocking them both unconscious.

Sly began to stir, but he refused to open his eyes. His head was pounding. It was like Panda King's fireworks were rapidly going off in his head.

"Sly!"

Sly cringed and held his head before slowly opening his eyes. "Huh…. Murray?"

"Sly," he said and sighed, "Thank God."

"Sly, you okay?" Bentley asked.

"Other than a headache, yeah. Where are we?" he asked as he looked around the cage they were in. The room was really fancy, like they were in a mansion or something, but other than the fancy walls and ceiling, the room was bare, other than a couple of guards and the cage they all were in.

"I don't know. We left to help you and next thing we know, we're here," Bentley said, feeling sort of helpless. The guards confiscated his wheelchair along with Sly's cane and handcuffed Murray's hands with a weird pair of handcuffs that seemed to be electronic.

"You're in my mansion."

Sly looked over and saw the 'gangster cobra' from before and glared at him. "Who are you?"

The cobra blinked; obviously shocked that Sly didn't know who he was.

"I am Big Daddy Kobra! Nefarious gangster and mob boss! Are you telling me you never heard of me!"

"Pretty much."

Kobra hissed. "I suggest you watch your tongue."

Sly simply rolled his eyes.

Kobra hissed once more then looked to who seemed to be in charge. "Keep an eye on them. They're valuable bait," he said then slithered off.

"That's twice he said I was bait…" Sly muttered, not liking the fact that he was only 'bait'. But for who; that's what was bugging him.

Bentley and Murray tried to get some type of idea out of Sly, but it was hopeless. He knew about as much as they did. This was it. They were really trapped.

About half an hour passed before a couple of guards came running into the room, looking kind of panicked. They whispered something to the other guards, whom then became panicked as well.

Sly looked up, curious to what could be going on. Then, he saw why. Big Daddy Kobra was coming back into the room…. escorting a cop! This officer was well built and obviously well trained. He was lean, yet muscular. He had seen his share of field work too. He had three scars running diagonally across his face; from his forehead and down past his muzzle.

"These three were caught trespassing, Detective Wolf. We have the right to hold them until we see fit," Kobra said to the canine officer.

"Trespassing is a misdemeanor. All the crimes the Cooper Gang have done are a higher priority," Wolf said and pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket. "This is a warrant giving me the authority to take them into custody at Interpol. Give me a hard time and I'll arrest you for hindering prosecution."

Kobra quietly hissed but the alarm going off drew his attention; his guards starting shouting incoherently and running around outside the room in a frenzy.

"Excuse me," Kobra said and went to check out what was going on, his guards following him.

Once Kobra had left, Detective Wolf went over to the cage and started to pick the lock. Sly was very confused. What the heck was with this cop?

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like?" he said and the door popped open. He went over and got out Bentley and Murray as well. What surprised Sly was how quickly he got Murray's electronic cuffs off.

As soon as the gang was all free, Wolf went over to the wall and revealed a secret panel. He hacked in and a door opened. He went in and came out with Sly's cane and Bentley's wheelchair.

"Come on," he said and headed out of the room.

Sly followed. Hell, the guy was helping them get out and by the way he knew everything about this place, there was no way he was a real cop. And what he saw next cemented that. Guards started coming at Wolf and he easily took them down.

Wolf didn't leave room for any comments. He just kept going, the Cooper Gang doing their best not to fall behind. They made it outside rather simply with Wolf taking care of all the guards and extra. This guy sure knew how to do his homework.

"That was awesome! You bashed in skulls left and right!" Murray said, getting pumped by all the action that was happening.

"You're pretty good," Sly said in his cocky tone.

Wolf smirked. "I specialize in hacking. Still working on my stats in grunt work."

"What I don't get is why you broke us out," Bentley said, trying to see if there was an ulterior motive.

"It was my partner's idea."

Sly raised an eyebrow.

"The 'Sly' who robbed Central Plaza."

"I still have a bone to pick with that guy."

Wolf chuckled. "It wasn't intentional. I bet if you went on a thieving spree on our turf, the cops there would think you were my partner. You two have a lot in common."

"Oh really?" Sly was skeptical.

"Yep," a female voice said.

Sly blinked and looked around. He stared wide eyed at what he saw. Sitting in a branch in the tree above them… was a female raccoon… who looked a lot like him.

"Sup, lil' bro?"