Sly Cooper and everything associated with it is copyright to it's rightful owners.
"Invisible Man" and everything associated with it is copyright to the band Theory Of A Deadman, and all pertaining owners. (I used the edited version of the song).

I do not claim, nor claim to own either focus of this fanfiction.

However, I only claim to have come up with the ideas in this work of pure fiction for fun, and for sticking these two most awesome things together (unless someone's thought of it before me… Sorry, didn't know.).

In conclusion: I don't own squat pertaining to this fanfiction, except for the typing style, and way with, well, most words! … I no claim, you no sue. Anyway, I take this seriously! Now, on with the fic!

Note: When I write, characters like Sly Cooper sometimes have more clothing, like pants, on, but not this time. I left it more…authentic, if you will. … Just to let you readers know, if you were wondering. …

"You know the plan.", Bentley softly half-asked, half-stated.

"Yep.", answered the Cooper-thief, scanning the building with his Binocu-com he was about to go into for this job.

"Good. And, you're sure you don't need my help on this one?", the turtle sounded a bit hurt when he asked, but still waited for the answer he knew would come.

"Nope.", the raccoon responded back. "Gonna go it alone this time, buddy."

"But Sly-!"

"Don't worry, Bent. I'll be perfectly fine! It's an easy job, in and out, just like that. You take all of the alarms, and triggers out as soon as I get close enough, and I'll do the rest. Piece of cake. We can even keep the line open, if you want, alright?", Sly soothed, in his calm, charming voice.

"(sigh) Alright, Sly. If you say so. Now we're trusting you on this one. You get into any trouble, and you get out of there.", Bentley agreed, warily. How did Sly ALWAYS do that him? Oh well, there was no sense in trying anymore, for now, when the little turtle clearly knew he'd never win in a situation like this. …

"See you guys in five.", And with that, Sly stashed his Binocu-com back in the carrying pack on his left thigh.

Sporting something other than his normal blue turtleneck- yellow collar, with blue bureau, he wore all black instead. Even his normal red pack was a black one this time. … Making him all the more mysterious.
"Maybe I should consider this as a permanent change…", he thought mischievously. "Nah."

Standing from the squatting position he was just in, the expert thief took a few steps back, ran, and leapt forward, diving across to the opposite side, the pavement at least eight stories below him. Catching himself on a flag pole, he glanced around, making sure there were no others in sight, quickly shimmied down, until he was about a foot from the ground, then dropping to it, landing as graceful as a cat. If a cat could land just on it's hid legs, that is. "I'd like to see a normal ol' cat try that move.", Sly mused silently to himself.

"You ready, Sly?", Bentley's nasally voice echoed in Sly's right ear.

"Only if you are.", he retorted back into the receiver located on the inside of his collar, knowing it would only irate his friend further still.

"Sly-!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I'm ready.", the raccoon chuckled lightly, clearly amused at succeeding in exasperating the genius on the other end so easily. "On three. …One."
Sly slowly, carefully walked up to the museum doors, reaching and stopping his hand mere centimeters from the handles.
"Two…."
Key Bentley had made previously that week already in hand, Sly slowly neared it to the lock on the outside of the doors. Readying to quickly unlock them as soon as Bentley gave the word.

Silence… Sly could hear Bentley's heavy breathing on the other side. 'Man, I guess he really is nervous about me doin' a job solo.…', Sly thought, keeping as still and silent as possible, slight guilt threatening to build itself up if he waited any longer.

"Three!", sticking the key into the lock, turning it to the right, Sly had closed his eyes, almost expecting there to be Carmelita and a squad pointing guns, spotlights and all, right behind him…Though he'd never admit that to Bentley or Murray; if poor Bent knew Sly had lost faith in him for even a split second, he'd never wanna pull another heist again in his life. Now that wouldn't be right, would it?

Thankfully, though, it didn't matter, as Sly opened his eyes, and turned his head slowly back toward the now unlocked doors in front of him. They were open, but he was still alone.

Glancing around one last time, he swiftly ran through, the doors quietly swinging back shut.

Locking them back up from the inside, (so it wouldn't seem suspicious), he stored the key back in his pouch, and walked a couple of feet into the building, sidestepping where the first silent alarm would've normally been turned on. It was just a force of habit. "You never cease to let me down, buddy.", Sly whispered into the receiver, looking around for a second.

"No problem. Everything is off: the cameras, the censors, the alarms, everything. …And no one'll be the wiser. I'll turn off your receiver, but leave at least your Binocu-com on, alright? When you're all done, Murray will be waiting with the van to pick you up at the rendezvous point a block to your left.", Bentley responded, a heck of a lot more calm then he felt at that moment, but at least Sly was inside the building, with all of the security devices being fooled by the new program the little turtle had come up with, just for occasions such as these. …

"Gotcha. Thanks. Cooper out.", with that, Sly and Bentley "went their separate ways".

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Look! I actually remembered the copyright info this time! Whoo!

Sly: That's 'cuz CocoaMoo actually typed it up first. ... Some added parts during writting this.
CcMV: Hey! Go away! You're supposed to be in the museum, waiting for me to write your next move!
Sly: So? I got bored.
CcMV: "So" what? You're gonna mess me up if you keep wandering around eveywhere! Get back in that museum, unless you wanna make the readers sad for not getting the other half of the fic!
Sly: Alright, already. Sheesh. Don't have a cow.
CcMV: -Pbbt!- Nasty raccoon! 'Cocoa-moo' is not the cow, it's the milk! With chocolate!
Sly: Duh. ... Fine. Just please get to working on this again! I'm bored!
CcMV: You already said that.
Sly: So? I am.
CcMV: -hard sigh- Just go.
Sly: -goes back to the museum-

Okay, whatta y'all think? This is part one of at least two, this time.
The second chapter is actually where the songfic part begins. It just seemed like it'd work out better that way. ...

Anyway; quick notes. Even if you can't really find anything that would make this fic rated Teen, here're my reasonings: Besides that he's a thief stealing whatever it is he's going to be stealing, it's just to be cautious. ... Another point could be the fact of what band's song I'm using. Theory of a Deadman ain't exactly the all-ppl-friendly-est band out there, ya know. ... Save for the fact that I'm using the edited version of the song I have on my SpiderMan ST. ...
Anyway, as you have read here, and will read in the next chapter, there's not really any violence, or coarse language, or anything of the sort. ... But, K and K+ don't allow ANY kind of "adult themes"; when I write fics/any kind of story, I tend to bring out a characters natural...seductive qualities. (Sly's already seductive enough on his own. -lol-).
Well, to wrap up this little speech, the way everything turned out, T(een) I suppose just worked out better for the rating. ...

Another thing: Between "...on his left thigh." and "Sporting something...", and the next paragraph down/between ""Nah."", and "Standing from the...", they're actually double spaced in between the paragraphs. ... You know what I mean! -lol-

Anywho, I guess that's it for now, until the next chapter, which I'm working on right now! Tty'l8r; ttfn! Have a great one!