Richard Wershe Jr. was the youngest FBI informant. He provided information about drug dealers and criminals for the FBI. Richard was sent to Paris, France by the FBI to interrogate a raccoon thief named Conner Cooper. He learned Conner's address through Conner's friend, a walrus named Jim McSweeny. Jim refused to tell Richard where Conner lived so he beat the crap out of McSweeny and told him not to tell anyone that he was beaten up. Richard is 15 years old. It's March 1985. Richard walked over to the front door of the Cooper residence and knocked on the door. The front door and Richard saw a anthropomorphic grey male raccoon standing in the doorway. "Hello, My name is Richard Wershe Jr. I work for the FBI." Richard showed Conner his badge. "The FBI sent me here to interrogate you." Richard said. "OK." Conner said. Richard went inside the house and walked straight towards the dining room. He pulled up a chair and sat down. Richard pulled out a tape recorder. Conner and his wife Kathy sat down across from Richard in the dining room. Richard pulled out a blank cassette tape from his pocket. He put the tape into the recorder and pushed the record button. "Alright, now that everybody is here, let's start talking. I'm going to start by saying do you do drugs?" Richard asked Conner. "No," Conner said. "I would never do drugs." "OK." Richard said. "Are you the one they call Conner Cooper?" Richard said. "Yes." Conner said. "Did I do something wrong." "No, I"m just asking you general questions." Richard said. Suddenly a little raccoon kit appeared and said "Who is this person, Daddy?" Richard paused the tape recorder and turned around to look at the raccoon cub and said "Who is this?" "Why, this is my son, Sly Cooper." Conner said. "How old is Sly?" asked Richard. "Sly is 6 years old." Conner said. "How old are you, Richard." Kathy said. "15." said Richard. "Why are you working for the FBI when you're 15 years old?" Conner said. "You're not supposed to know that. That's confidential." Richard said "What's the FBI?" the little raccoon named Sly said. "You're not supposed to know that. You're too young. Let's just say I'm like the police but tougher." Richard told Sly. "Are you gonna arrest my daddy?" Sly said. Richard laughed hysterically and said "Why would I do that?" "I'm only 15 years old." "I was just wondering." Sly said. "Why don't you run along and play with your toys, Sly. Your daddy is being questioned by Richard." Kathy said. "Okay, Mommy." Sly said. Sly went upstairs to his bedroom. "We can continue with our interrogation." Richard said. Richard pushed play on the tape recorder. "Why are you interrogating me?" Conner said. "I want to know if you're a danger to society." Richard said. "No. Why would I be a danger to society for?" Conner said. "Just wondering." Richard said. "How long have you been a thief, Conner?" asked Richard. "I've been a thief ever since I was 8 years old." Conner said.
A few hours later the interrogation was over. Later, Conner's friend Jim McSweeny arrived. "You know that person that interrogated you, Richard?" McSwenny said. "Yeah." Conner said. "Well he beat me up because I wouldn't tell him where you lived." McSweeny said. "WHAT!" Conner yelled at the top of his lungs. "I'll beat Richard up for this. He will never set foot in my house again!"
Oh! Conner is very mad. Tune tomorrow for the next chapter. I'm 15 years old. Bye.