The Sly Cooper series is by Sucker Punch and Sanzaru Games.
The full moon shines on a city with lights on at night with various museums, landmarks, and other cultural places for tourists of various species to see. This was Paris, France, and above the Eiffel Tower, a figure leapt from there and caught hold of a clothesline with a cane.
I should probably just start at the beginning. The name's Sly, Sly Cooper. And I'm a thief from a long line of thieves. In fact, thieving is the family business.
He made his way atop the rooftops of various buildings to a museum. Along the way, he reflected on how he got into this situation.
And business was good. Although, until recently, I considered myself retired. Having hung up my mask and cane, I was enjoying life on the other side of the law.
A raccoon with brown eyes wearing a tuxedo watched the fireworks from the balcony at a museum celebrating its grand opening. The raccoon, the famous (or infamous if you're on the side of the cops) Sly Cooper, looked on depressed, thinking of the sacrifices he made to get here.
That was until a fox with long blue hair and brown eyes wearing a stunning blue dress, blue high-heeled shoes, yellow fingerless gloves, and a blue collar holding a purse with cuffs dangling from it. This was his current partner and girlfriend.
In the company of a certain Interpol agent named Carmelita Fox.
The fox went up to him and straightened up his red bow tie.
She and I had a history, which generally involved her trying to lock me up. Sooo...I should mention our current situation was only possible because she thought I had amnesia.
The two embraced, living in this moment of love.
I didn't.
Back inside the museum, the party was in full swing. Guests were chatting, critics were admiring the art and artifacts, and all in all, it was an enjoyable time. Sly and Carmelita gave a toast to their relationship and clinked their martini glasses.
It was great to finally enjoy each other's company without a Shock Pistol being involved and we quickly put the past behind us.
While Carmelita wasn't looking, however, his eyes gleamed over a priceless Chinese warlord helmet. Getting a closer look, he found it ripe for the picking.
But as time went on, the old "itch" came back. And I knew I needed to pull a heist.
A few days later, he was on the same balcony, now wearing clothes similar to that of a burglar's own. His target was that same warlord helmet he saw earlier at the grand opening.
I should also mention that, as a Master Thief, I only steal from other thieves. So it took me a while, but I finally found what I was looking for. My target was an upstart art mogul, a real hot shot collector. He seemed respectable, and even opened a new museum. But I could smell a rat.
He took out some high-tech binoculars to find some rats unloading a truck filled with artifacts, unaware that someone was sneaking up behind him.
Reliable sources told me he was dealing in black market antiques worth millions. So I felt he should "share the wealth".
Suddenly, a turtle in a high-tech wheelchair wearing glasses over beady black eyes and protective gear popped up in his binoculars and waved. Sly was more than ecstatic to see him, for it was one of his best friends, Bentley. He even brought a jar full of chocolate chunk cookies to remind him of their first heist back when they were children.
Sly took a bite of one, and indulged in the rush of nostalgia.
I was working on a plan when one night, as if on cue, Bentley showed up. Bentley was the brains of our operation, the mastermind. We grew up in the same orphanage, where we bonded over stealing cookies. Our very first heist. And we've been best friends and partners ever since.
His second moment of happiness came when Bentley gave him his gold hooked cane back. He immediately got to spire jumping and running from rooftop to rooftop, feeling the thrills coming back to him.
We haven't seen each other for a while, but I knew immediately that something was up.
During the time they were on the balcony, the two got caught up on something big that was affecting the Cooper Clan, possibly for good.
In a laboratory a couple of years ago, Bentley created wine from grapes thanks to a machine he invented. He clinked glasses with Penelope, his current fiancée.
Bentley had been enjoying his time off, too, building a new lab from scratch with his fiancée and fellow tech wiz, Penelope. She joined the team on our last caper and the two of them had really hit it off.
The two were always busy. Be it working on a new invention, catching up on Sci-Fi movies, or just exchanging techno-babble, you never saw them with nothing to do. Until...
Apparently, they just finished work on a top-secret project, when Penelope had simply...vanished.
"This isn't a joke anymore, Penelope!" Bentley called out. He had been searching frantically for her for the past few days with no luck.
Bentley was worried sick. He searched frantically, but found nothing. Then, he noticed something that completely stunned him.
Going up to the reacting chamber that contained a tome titled the "Thievious Raccoonus", he took it out and opened it up...to find that it contents were fading away.
In his spare time, Bentley had been researching the Thievious Raccoonus, the Master Thief's handbook passed down through the Cooper family for generations. Its pages overflowing with the exploits and secret techniques of my esteemed ancestors. Only now, those pages weren't so full. In fact, they were disappearing right before Bentley's eyes.
He knew what he had to do.
Realizing there was no time to waste, he gathered his gear and raced off to Paris.