The Life Of Thieves Chapter 1, a sly cooper fanfic

A/N: This story was inspired by KnightMysterio's story, "Thoughts Of Thieves." I'd recommend that you check it out and review, because hes' an amazing writer, and review this too, tell me what you think. This specific chapter is actually a remake, just remastered so that I'm more pleased with it. This chapter is Penelope. Next chapter will feature Jing King. R&R!

LIFE OF THIEVES1:

PENELOPE: TECHNOBABBLE1:

The camera pans on Paris France, the sun gleaming down, and goes inside. A short, green, bald, crippled turtle sits sleeping in his wheel chair right by a round table. His name is Bentley. A gray mouse, a bit taller than the turtle sits at the round table working on some sort of invention. She's Penelope. She screwed in one last screw, and then sat it gently down on the table as to not harm her now completed invention.

"Finally, it's done." She softly exclaims with a slight smile adorning her face.

She stands up, and walks outside of the safe house. She look up at the moon, gleaming in the night sky, so peaceful...so beautiful.

"Oh, hey. My name is Penelope. I used to be a member of the Cooper Gang. Too bad it's no more, eh? I was born in a place called Holland, Netherlands, to a very rich family. My father was the original Black Baron, who I eventually took the position of...kind of...my mother was the one with all the money, her name was Sesilia Montrial. We lived a pretty peaceful life. However, my life changed when I turned 10 years old.

FLASHBACK BEGINNING: PENELOPE IS 10 YEARS OLD: HOLLAND, NETHERLANDS: PENELOPE'S HOUSE:

Penelope is in her room tinkering with a toy robot that a friend from her privet rich persons school gave her. She's fixing it up, happily screwing screws into it, and the lot. She hears her mothers footsteps coming up the stairs.

"PENELOPE! COME ON DOWN STARS, WE ARE LEAVING!" Her mother yelled happily. As her mother got closer, her footsteps got louder, until she began to slowly turn the door handle to Penelope's bed room. Penelope's mother basically wore the pants in the family, so to speak, and never let Penelope have anything she deemed "manly" like workman's tools, and whatnot.

She enters the room and glares at her 10 year old daughter holding a gadget with a screw driver and a box of screws next to it. She stomps over to the young mouse girl, and grabs the device out of Penelope's hands, crushing it under her feet.

"STOP THAT THIS INSTANT! PROPER YOUNG LADIES DON'T FIDDLE AROUND WITH SUCH DISGUSTING THINGS LIKE WORKMAN'S TOOLS! Come! We're taking you to the dog fighting arena that your father works at for a birthday tour. Let's go! Your father is waiting for us"

Penelope, although angry with her over-controlling mother, jumps with great joy at hearing that she's taking a tour of the dog fighting area a few blocks away, something that she's wanted to do for a few years now. Penelope loves things like this, whatever she can get. She loves building things, but most importantly, she loves flying, things that her mother would never allow her to do.

They get into their privet limo, and the limo driver begins driving a few blocks to the arena. When they get there, both of them hops out of the limo, and Penelope is amazing by what she sees. Large towering runways attached to aircraft hangers, huge poles with lights on them for when they fight in the dark, and a huge fence surrounding the fighting grounds for safety, with dog fighters currently having a round. However, what overshadows all of this is a huge blackish-brownish-redish mansion behind it all; that is Penelope's father, the Black Baron's, estate. However, even though he owns that because of being the best, he stays with them in their actual house whenever he can. That's just awarded to the grand champion of the dog fights. However, her father can never lose it now, because he basically OWNS the dog fights. A large gray rabbit with huge floppy ears, a big brown mustache, and a World War 2 navy cap hops over towards Penelope. Penelope's mother, Sesilia, walks over when he does, in case he tries any funny business, like offer her a job when she gets older, and whatnot.

"Ah, and this must be Penelope. Such a smashing pleasure to finally meet the one and only daughter of the great Black Baron. My name is Sir. Armstrong, and I am your father's flight manager. I don't really tell him what to do, I'm basically his adviser, and I also serve as his mechanic as well. So, Penelope, ready for the tour?"

"YES, YES I AM!" Penelope shouts with utter enjoyment, hopping up and down off of the ground, and clapping her hands.

"Good, come this way then, Penelope." He exclaims in his proud, old-person-veteran voice.

Armstrong escorts her to a safe lodge on the edge of the battle field for the beginning of the tour. She's excited to see all the stuff there, and Armstrong begins to explain things, first looking at the computers.

"This my dear is the control system for the dog fights."

"Control system?" Penelope says, confused. "But don't they control things from the biplanes?" She questions.

"Hehehe, yes they do little miss. By control systems, I mean of the arena. You see, we don't exactly believe in fair fighting around here. Every once in a while we'll throw some nobs that makes traps open up to try to shoot down ANYONE flying on the battle field. Like this..."

He throws a switch, and the ground opens up with rocket launchers inside. They then fire off at the flip of another switch. Several manages to dodge them, but several more gets blasted out of the sky and killed in a flaming inferno.

"WAH! COOL!" Penelope exclaims, amazed. "THAT'S SO AMAZING!"

"Yes yes, I know." He says with a proud smirk of cockiness on his face. "Now, let's continue." He says. He turns their attention to behind him, and opens up a wooden door, and all three of them gently steps through it. Armstrong flips a switch making the lights rapidly come on, and what lays before Penelope's young female eyes is a huge room filled with machine parts of all sorts...simply put, her dream land! There's only a few workers working on things, her father being one of them.

"DADDY!" She yells, running up to her father, who embraces her in a nice big hug. He picks her up off the ground, swings her around, and sets her gently back down again. "What you doing?"

"Just working on some things sweaty." He says looking over to Armstrong. "So I see you've already met Sir. Armstrong, eh?" He exclaims. His voice is very much like the Black Baron's voice from Sly 3, aka Penelope's Black Baron voice.

"Indeed. I've been giving your young daughter here a nice tour of our facilities. We're not even close to being done yet. Once the dogfight outside is done, then we'll do a tour of the battle field. Anyway, this is the machine room. Most of the major repairs are done here, unless a certain team has good enough mechanics to do the more major repairs at their hangers without our help. It's also where teams buys new gadgetry for their biplanes." Armstrong explains. "So, let's continue. This way please."

He then leads the two of them out the way they came, Black Baron coming along too this time around. The tour next leads to a field of what it looks like hundreds of air craft hangers, each with their own separate runways. A sparkle comes to Penelope's eyes as she gazes them on the hangers.

"And this my dear, as you could probably guess by the look of it, is most of the hangers from this year's competitors. There's a total of 500 here, but there's a few more yonder, elsewhere." He announces.

"Sir. I'm amazed by all of this." Penelope begins. "This is just so unbelievably incredible. I'm just speechless by all of it, I truly am!"

"I see. Well, miss Penelope, would you like a job as a dog fighter on your father's team some day, when you turn 18? We'd love to have ya aboard." He exclaims.

"OH YES! I'D LOVE TO!" She says nodding her head rapidly.

Her mother then stomps hard over to her position and grabs her wrist twisting it hard, taking her away from him, ready to leave already.

"THAT'S IT! I'VE SEEN ENOUGH ALREADY! WE'RE LEAVING, PENELOPE!"

One of the men standing there, a burly hippo, foolishly walks over to Sesilia to try to calm her down. "Please ma'am don't be rash. Sir. Armstrong didn't mean any disrespect by it. Please, would you just..."

She shuts him up by giving him a very stern glare, and says, "THIS IS MY DAUGHTER HERE, NOT YOURS! AND MY DAUGHTER SHALL GROW UP TO BE A PROPER LADY! SHE WILL HAVE ONLY THE BEST OF EVERYTHING! THE BEST SHOES, THE BEST FOOD, THE BEST BEVERAGES, THE BEST CLOTHES, THE BEST FRIENDS, THE BEST TOYS, THE BEST EVERYTHING! SHE SHALL NOT EVER ASSOCIATE HERSELF WITH SUCH COMMON...COMMON...HOODLUMS!" She booms at the man, making him back away rapidly. She then turns her angered face to her husband, and says, "Baron, get your job done here, then get back home, got it!"

"Yes dear I got it." He says a bit frightened. Once they're gone, he turns to Armstrong and apologizes. "I'm sorry sir. She's always like this. I can't do a damn thing about it either."

"Oh that's quite fine, I understand." He exclaims.

FLASHBACK OVER: PENELOPE'S WORKING ON SOMETHING ELSE ON TOP OF THE SAFE HOUSE IN ON A TABLE:

"And that was that. I never visited that place ever again for several more years. It was at that moment that I began to strictly hate my mother with a flaming passion. My father tried to console her, but nothing he could do would work. She wanted me to be a "proper lady" always buying me shit like dolls, and stuff like that. But I hated those things. I've always been much of a tom boy, as you could probably tell. I never liked, in fact I HATED girly things for as long as I can remember. I liked men things, like tools, and flying for my whole life, but she wouldn't approve of that. She told me that she was right, that someday I'd see why she was doing this, and agree with her on it, but that day never came, even past my mother and father's death. She said that she only wants the best for me, but that was a flat out lie. She didn't want me to be happy, she just wanted herself to be satisfied with me...with the way I lived life. Weather I enjoyed it or not meant absolutely nothing to her, as long as she did. She...she wanted me to be miserable, for her enjoyment. Some mother, huh? So that's why, 5 years later, shortly after my 15th birthday, I ran away from home. Despite the fact that they sent out a search team to find me, they couldn't. My father was dead by that point, so despite the fact that I actually headed to his oldwork place, he couldn't find me either. Although it took a while, because we moved to the states at that time."

FLASHBACK BEGINNING: PENELOPE IS 15 YEARS OLD, AND BACK AT THE DOG FIGHTING PLACE AGAIN:

A teenage Penelope quickly trots up to a much older looking Sir. Armstrong, who is happily working on planes. She stops him to talk with him, and he's looking confused.

"Dear Penelope, is that you? After 5 years, you're back?" He asks in confusion.

"Yes sir! I'm 15 now. I ran away from my mother at home." She says.

"Yes, so I hear."

"Please sir. you can't turn me in! I can't go back to that hell hole any more! It's 'murder!"

"Don't worry Penelope, your secret is safe with me. Now, what can I do you for."

"I came back to take up that job offer that you offered to me 5 years ago...I wanna take my father's place as a dog fighter, finally!"

"Well Penelope, you know that we have a strict age requirement of 18...however...I don't normally do this Penelope, but considering how good of friends that me and your father was, I guess that I could help you fake it out."

"REALLY! OH, THANK YOU!" She says excitedly.

"Yes Penelope, but realistically now, it wont' be easy. I mean, you won't be able to just walk up to the sign up registers as a 15 year old and say, "Sign me up." They're not that dumb." He says gloating at his own joke. "However, I do have an idea. Come with me, child.

"Armstrong takes mouse to her father's old estate, into his old privet quarters. He opens a closet, and gets out a brown box. He dusts it off, and then opens it up, Penelope astonished by what she's seeing.

"Behold, a costume that'll make you look exactly like your father." He exclaims holding it up in front of her.

"What? I can't believe what I'm seeing! Why do you have a costume of my father!" She asks.

"Well, simply because, before his death we had all the guards look like him with these. You see, he was really feared. If people thought there was multiple ones of him, then they'd stay away, which worked most of the time. However, this is the last one left. And, my dear, I offer it to you."

"THANK YOU!" She shouts, then begins thinking about something else. "Well, there's still a small problem. My voice. I'll still sound like a girl, so it still won't work will it, I mean people know that my father wasn't a girl, obviously." She exclaims with a chuckle.

"Ah, I see your point. No matter, I have something for that in this very box as well." He assures, digging into the very large box. "We used these for the very purpose as well with security before your father died, but this is also the last one that we have left. Behold, the voice changer! This will make you sound like your father once did, fooling anybody except for you and me...just remember, this is our secret. If my superiors finds out that I'm bending the rules for you for ANY reason, not only would I lose my job, and you be kicked out of the competition, but you may not be allowed to join ever again, it all depends on who gives the final word at any given moment. The judge always seems to go with any given person for some reason."

"No problem, I won't tell anyone, I promise!" She promises, and then takers the costume and voice changer.

FLASHBACK OVER: PENELOPE IS STILL ON TOP OF THE SAFE HOUSE, AND IS GETTING READY TO HEAD BACK INSIDE RIGHT NOW:

"And well, that's really the climax of my young life story. After that, I joined my father's old team in the aces, and quickly raised to the top, eventually controlling the whole aces myself. I became a statement, known all over the world as the greatest dog fighter ever. While the Black Baron was the flier, I also played Penelope a lot as the Black Baron's mechanic, so I got to do two of the things that I loved the most...flying, and building. However, 6 years later the Cooper Gang came along, and I guess you know the rest from their." She exclaims.

She's sitting inside the safe house now. She lets out a great big sigh, and looks down at the turtle still sleeping in his wheel chair, and smiles slightly. "And yes of course Bentley. I tell ya, I'm in love with the guy. He's such an amazing man, everything I could ever want in a guy." She says, as Bentley lets out a secret slight smirk hearing this. "I'd do anything for the turtle, I really would. I just love him so much."

Bentley speaks up now with a faint voice. "I love you so much to, my amazing RC Queen."

"How long have you been awake, Bentley?" She asks with a smirk.

"Since, 'I tell ya, I'm in love with the guy' I'm pretty sure."

"OK, like I told Dimitri, over yourself, and 2.I mean it, GET OVER YOURSELF!" She says chuckling. She rubs him on the head, and looks out the window.

"But still, I miss the old gang. I hope that we'll get back together pretty soon Bentley. Think we will?"

Bentley answers her as she raises his head slowly, and yawning. "Oh I'm sure we will love, but of course...only time will tell..."

"Yeah literally...because we're building a time machine to find out!"

"That we are Penelope darling, that we are!"