-1Here we go, no really summary. Title says it all. After the second game.

Disclaimer: Don't own Cooper gang or any person from the game. Only own my own characters.

Sly was reading a trying to sleep on the couch. He spent the entire night, working the family trade. Well, the one he knew. His mom side was still a mystery. He was about to fall asleep when a shrill, nasally voice broke in.

"Sly get up here."

"Soon," Sly took the cushion and rammed on his head. "After I get a few hours of sleep."

"I fond something about your mother." At that, Sly jumped up and ran stairs to the basement. He ignored the ramp made for Bentley, after what happened. They made the basement into the turtle new room and research room.

"What is it?" Sly asked with a yawn.

"Well it's not much; it seems like a man named Terry Morton died, but it took me a long time to get this." He showed a picture of somewhat old raccoon.

"Morton? Sound like some kid of fish."

"Well Terry had a younger sister, Nancy, and she happened to been married to a certain thief. It was harder to find the a connection between those two."

"Wait, you're saying you know my mother family side."

"No Sly," Bentley was shaking his head. "But if go right now we might some things that could help us find them."

"Murray, get-a-packing, we're going to? Wait, where was he?"

"It seems in a small town next to our old hometown."

"Well, let's go."

Later that day

Bentley pulled it off. He managed to get three airplane tickets (first class ) for that day, got Sly to stop bouncing of the walls, got the van in sent to their destination, made Sly get packed up, made Murray go on the plane after telling him his 'baby' would be there. Murray was trying open a bag of peanuts on his left, Sly was beginning to bounce around on his right which was stop with a death glare. He had learned how do to that years ago. He had a headache the size of a bag of peanuts. He was just about to sleep when he head a loud voice.

"Hello passenger, this is the captain speaking. We will be landing soon."

The voice made the headache worse. 'What next?' Bentley thought to himself. Murray made it worse. He punched the bag and it finally opened with a big bang. 'Why?' He started to bang his head against the front seat.

Thirty minutes later

"We said we were sorry, Bent." Sly was apologizing for millionths time.

"Please, shut up Sly."

Murray turned his head to look at his friends. Sly had Bentley install a turning chair. Since Bentley didn't not want to move, the had strapped his wheelchair to the van holders. He stifled a chuckle.

"Ok guys, if Bent is right we should be in town right about now," He made a right and sure enough, there was a town. They drove all the way to the end of town, made a few more turns. "Here we go."

They stopped in front of impressive house. It was like a small mansion, but not so. After parking and getting Bentley out, Murray hid the van.

"Lets go, lets go." Sly said running to the front door where Bentley was picking the lock.

"Wait up." He had to wait for his pink hippo friend.

"So lets go."

They entered the house. They moved to the living room.

"Ok guys, here's the plan," Bentley pulled a map of the house. "So Sl- ahh!"

The floor parted and cage went up locking them in.

"What is going on. Bent.?"

"I don't kno- what is that smell?"

"I don't kno." Sly fell to the ground with Murray. Bentley would have done the same, if he hadn't been stopped by the seat belt.

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