In the beautiful city of lights Paris, France the night was still young as a figure moved across the rooftops with the speed of a Jackrabbit and grace of an Antelope. The figure soon heard the sound of a feminine voice call out in anger.

"COOOOOOPEEEEER!" The lady yelled but it didn't have a Spanish accent to it, no it had an Italian accent. The Cooper smiled and took a glance behind him to the Interpol Inspector that was following him.

Hang on let me get a few Things in order before we continue this excapade.

A point of note; Interpol after the Infamous Inspector Carmelita Fox had retired had started a new division, The Cooper Division. They knew Sly had stopped with his thieving for now, but they had no idea about his descendants. All seemed quiet for the fist few years after they had started their family and they had put the division on the back burner as the force met the four new additions to the cooper clan. There was Mateo, Conner, Camila, and Sofia. The third youngest Cooper, Conner, who was ten at the time, was very much like how his father was when he was still the Master Thief. He would climb things, take peoples food without asking, and Carmelita sighed when her former boss complained about it.

"There's nothing we can do sadly, looks like that Cooper Division is going have its work cut out for them here soon." She said in a defeated tone.

Well, she wasn't wrong. It did take about six years for her words to be proven right.

Conner did end up being the next Master Thief. However, unlike his dad who was out to reclaim his inheritance and family legacy. He set out to protect it. He had been self-taught on the basics of thieving over four years and happen to stumble upon the Thievius Racoonis. He read up on his ancestors learning all he could. His dad found him reading it one day and asked him where he got it from.

"Where you hide all your master thief stuff that isn't in the Cooper Vault, and no I'm not telling my siblings about that until they need to know." Conner said not trying to sound like he was blowing him off but he had just gotten to his grandfather's pages. "Dad?" He asked.

"Yeah son?" Sly replied.

"Would Grandpa be proud of us as a whole?" He asked closing the book for a second, knowing that this was a hard question to ask. "You don't have to answer that."

"I think he would. If he were here now, I bet he'd be laughing at me and saying how much trouble that you're going to get into like I have." Sly said smiling and ruffling his hair. "Just please, if you do get into the family business, make sure that you have great friends that will back you up no matter how much trouble you get into." He asked.

"Of course! That's what I'm excited about reading next, about the greatest Cooper gang to ever exist." He said with a smile. Sly went over it in his head and he smiled.

"I honestly haven't heard from Uncle Murray or Bentley in a few years." He said as he sighed. Conner smacked his head. Sly looked at him.

"Oh, that's right. Both of them say 'Hi' and 'They will be here for Christmas, because that's when they can get the time to visit'." Conner said. "Thankfully they only told me that a week ago when I happened to run into them reminiscing about the old days. Also, I gave it some thought, and dad how fast do you think it took you to master the more important techniques in this?" he asked with a smirk.

"Why?" Sly asked his curiosity taking hold.

"Because each of our ancestors said it took them at least a month to perfect each move to be able to use them in heists. At best. And how long did it take you?" he asked again.

"Minutes…" He replied finally seeing where Conner was getting at.

"I may or may not have put that in under your name for you. I call it the 'Fast Learner: All abilities that you desire are mastered in minutes by just reading the description.'" He said cracking the book open to the page he had written the entry down. Sly chuckled.

"A bit on the nose isn't it?" he asked. Conner shrugged.

"Maybe. Oh, one more thing, how'd you get out of Egypt? It doesn't seem to be in here." He asked.

"How did you know I was in-?"

"Started deducing the ornaments on the Christmas Tree. However, there are four Egyptian Ornaments when we only have three Egyptian ancestors, When I noticed the references to a 'Cooper out of time' written in some of our ancestors' entries. Before you ask, yes, I can read each of the entries that are written in the native language. Like Rioichi and Slytunkamen, funny how his name sounds an awful lot like yours." Conner commented.

"We aren't the same person if that's what your implying." Sly said.

"Just making sure, so do you even remember how you escaped?" Conner asked. Sly smiled.

"Yes, but it's a story for another time." He said.

"Cryptic." Conner muttered as his dad left the room. Conner tried to find secret messages in the book, which he did and found out that Conner had only one regret which he wrote the night he died. That he wouldn't be able to see his son grow up and see his grandkids. He made a mental note to take a picture of the family with him if he ever visited his grandfather. Aside from that one message there was nothing. Conner decided to leave a post it in the book and put it on his fathers' side of the bed. He then slipped out into the night to try and get some answers.

Which was where he first ran into trouble. And her name was Inspector Felicia Marino. She was a new feline recruit to the force and had asked to be the head of the Cooper Division a week before hand. The Chief was a bit hesitant until he saw how much she resembled her predecessor. He signed her on but warned her that there were many Coopers now and to make sure that if there was one that became a thief, to nab the right one. He did not want to face Carmelita in her 'Angry Mom Mode.' As he called it. Both shivered at the thought but she said the rules were fair and took the role memorizing all the files to the kids of the Cooper family. The only one she seemed to notice was Conner. He had the makings of the next Sly Cooper. She decided to keep tabs on the kid.

She didn't seem to notice too much about him. He seemed to be well behaved. He hadn't done anything. Yet. Then on the night she was going to take it easy she found the Foxcoon in her office reading his fathers' file.

"HANDS IN THE AIR COOPER!" She barked. Conner jumped a little and put his hands up on instinct. He cursed himself in Spanish then gave a sly smile and did what came to his mind first. Flirt.

Back at the Cooper house Carmelita had a feeling to smack her husband. To which she did, on the arm.

"Hey what did I do?" He asked.

"I had a feeling of a cop being flirted with by a thief." She replied an eyebrow raised in an accusatory manner. Sly sighed and put his head in his hand.

"Why did he take after me?" he muttered.

"Who?" she asked.

"Conner." He replied exasperated.

"Dios Mio." She muttered pinching the bridge of her nose under her reading glasses.

Conner however was having a little bit of a hard time getting away from the still blushing until he saw a familiar van pull up and he jumped at the opportunity to get on top of it and tap the roof twice. To which the van sped off into the night to a place he'd only heard about. The Cooper gang hideout.