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Bad Day
"Damn that raccoon." Carmelita muttered as she struck the button of the elevator for the fifteenth time in ten seconds. The people standing behind her backed away from the furious bristling beauty, which was now cursing in her native tongue. The fox's neighbors in the apartment building were used to her behavior, and knew it was best not to bother the female cop when she was angry.
Before she could abuse the tiny worn out calling button anymore, the elevator opened. She stomped inside, ignoring the people outside, and closed the doors. Slamming a fist into the number twenty-two, she crossed her arms with a snarl, "Good for nothing dirty scum of the earth…"
When the doors slid open, she stormed out of the tiny box closure, and down the hall towards her room. She searched her pocket in a fit of rage, missing picking up the key three times before getting it, and then plunged it into the keyhole turning it sharply. It chipped the key slightly, but the fox paid it no mind; throwing the key across the room so that it landed on the couch with a thud, and jingle, she marched into her bedroom.
She stripped, and then made putting on her nightgown more complicated by thrashing to get in it. Once she was dressed in her night-ware, she simply stood shaking with her teeth grinding against each other. The vixen felt a yell coming on; quickly grabbing a pillow, she screamed into it a very familiar last name of the criminal she had failed to catch for the millionth time. Carmelita chucked the pillow at the wall, before going into the living room.
Taking the television remote, she clicked the power button equally as hard as she had done in the elevator. It flicked on, and the news lady was instantly shown. She had a bright chipper grin on her face, "Good evening, Paris France!" The lady greeted with enthusiasm, "We have a special report tonight, the latest story including the elusive world wide master thief, Sly Cooper! Take it over Jim!"
A husky looking less enthused straightened his collar, and spoke in a drone into the microphone provided, "At exactly 5:00pm, Sly Cooper was arrested by Inspector Carmelita Fox outside Paris History Museum. The thief had stolen an estimated fifteen paintings, and had been caught due to his incapability to carry all the art works. However, the thief escaped only ten minutes after being caught."
The screen switched to a fellow cop Carmelita worked with, "My higher officer had caught Cooper, but somehow he got away only a few minutes later. The squad tried to offer help to keep from escaping in the first place, but she was intent on keeping him secure in his restraints. We don't know how he got away, but we think he picked the lock on his cuffs somehow, after all, he is known well for doing that sort of thing."
The canine from before came back into view, "Footage shows what really happened."
Suddenly, the fox was living her embarrassment all over again.
It stopped playing after a few minutes, and the husky's amused face was on the fox's television screen again, "Looks like there were two full moons tonight!"
Carmelita's remote ended up buried in her television-set right where the husky's face was.
A/N: Sly better watch out the next time he gets chased, Carmelita is ready to kill.