This is a Sly Cooper Fanfiction of how the fourth game SHOULD have gone; in my opinion at least.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the rights to the Sly Cooper Franchise and do not claim to.
Sly Cooper is copyrighted to Suckerpunch Productions and Sanzaru Games.
Please enjoy!
Paris, France, 2006…
A warm summer breeze whistled through the air around Paris's National Art Gallery. The moon was bright, the owls were hooting, and in an alley around the back wall, a large box truck with a clock mounted above the cab was pulling to a stop. From the side of a truck, a slender figure jumped out, grabbed a nearby lamppost and climbed swiftly to the top. He stood atop the lamppost, then jumped to the roof across the alley. When he stepped into the moonlight, he was revealed to be a raccoon wearing a blue shirt, a blue cap, and carrying a gold ended cane.
Sly Cooper! The Master Thief!
Sly pulled out his binocucom and focused on the national gallery. When he had a good shot, he whispered,
"This is the ball to all agents; I'm starting my approach to the gallery. Let's do a final check. Hacker…?"
"Online!"
"Demolitions…?"
"I endeavor not to miss."
"Radio control…?"
"In position!"
"Recovery…?"
"I'm pumped!"
"Frogman…?"
"Showtime, Baby!"
"Telekinetics…?"
"I stand ready."
"Okay, everyone…" said Sly, "We're only gonna get one shot at this; let's make it count. Ball rolling out!" He put away his binocucom and dashed across the rooftop. He jumped onto a rope strung over the street, and easily walked across it to the next rooftop. Making sure that no one was watching him, he slunk over to one of the taller buildings and climbed up the drainpipe to reach the next roof. Once there, he had a clear view of the security searchlight tower on the top of the museum. Knowing he would need some help, Sly tapped his communications mic and said, "Ball requesting lights out via Agent Monarch and Agent Heartthrob."
"Ten-four, Ball;" said a voice, "We're all over it."
Down in the alley, a large panda bear stepped out of the truck and turned to face the museum.
Panda King! The Demolition Expert!
At the same time, a small pink helicopter lifted off from the truck and flew up towards the top of the building. Then, a hatch opened on the top, and a young mouse with glasses climbed out onto the roof.
Penelope! The RC Pilot!
"I've got a visual on the targets;" said Penelope, "I just need to take care of the guards on the top before we blow that tower sky high." With extreme skill and precision, she maneuvered her chopper into position above one of the guards. She dropped a grappler cable from the chopper, which grabbed a hold of the guard. Then, the chopper let out a rocket burst from behind; pulling the unsuspecting guard clean off the tower! Smiling to herself, Penelope made short work of the rest of the guards on the tower. "Guards are pulled;" said Penelope, "You're clear to shoot, Panda King."
"Stand clear!" the Panda King ordered as he loaded his fireworks launcher. Once it was full, he concentrated on the tower, took a deep breath, and said, "Fire!" The fireworks launched from the launcher and homed in on the four searchlights on the tower. BOOM! The lights were destroyed. Smiling at his handiwork, the Panda King said, "Your path is clear, Ball; roll on."
"Roger that;" said Sly. With the lights down, it was much easier for him to slip into the courtyard. Slipping past the guards, he noticed one about to nod off. Feeling an urge that he hadn't felt in over a year, he slipped in behind the guard and extended his cane into the guard's pocket. After feeling around for a moment, Sly pulled out a gold plated watch. He couldn't help smirking as he pocketed the stolen loot and slunk away unnoticed. When he reached the main building, he split his cane into two pieces and used them as hooks to grip onto the cracks in the stone wall. Climbing the wall was easy; though not as easy as it used to be. When Sly reached the top, he approached two rat guards dressed in yellow hazmat suits. Knowing they hadn't seen him, he snuck up behind the first one and whacked him into the air with his cane before slamming him into the roof. The other rat guard squeaked in panic and charged at Sly. Sly, however, jumped clean over the rat and gave him a few good whacks with his cane. The rat fell unconscious and Sly turned his attention over to the skylight. He tapped his mic and said, "Ball requesting access via Agent Hard Shell and Agent Deep Six."
"Roger that, Sly!" said a turtle in a cool looking wheelchair, "We'll have that hatch open for you in no time!"
Bentley! The Brains!
"Let me see…" Bentley said to himself as he looked at a blueprint, "In order to override the security, I'm going to have to make my way through the sewers to reach the emergency control room. Yeech… this should be fun." Bentley sighed and wheeled his chair down the tunnel; stopping when he came to an iron gate. He whipped a small device out of his shell and dropped it next to the gate before wheeling back rather quickly. The device exploded; blowing the gate wide open. Bentley smiled as he wheeled through and up to a secret door embedded in the tunnel wall. "This should be it…" he said, "I just hope our deep diving friend isn't getting his teeth cleaned just yet."
In another sewer tunnel, a mysterious trail of bubbles moved along the surface of the green water. Then, a purple iguana surfaced and climbed out onto the stone walkway.
Dimitri! The Frogman!
Dimitri was thankfully wearing a special protective diving suit; specially made to protect him from the hazards and infections that could result from swimming in sewer water.
"Turtle bro said the control box should be right here…" said Dimitri. Sure enough, there was a box with a bolt of lightning on the wall. "Piece of cake…" said Dimitri as he opened the box and pulled out one of the wires. "Yeah, baby!" he said as the sparks flew out of the box, "Let the sparks fly! Funky sweet!" He then turned around to head back to the surface. "Power box is kaput, Turtle bro!" he said into his mic.
"Nicely done, Dimitri;" said Bentley, "The door is now open!" Bentley wheeled into the secret security station and started fiddling with the computer. "Now then…" he said, "Who shall dare to stop Bentley; hacking master supreme?" It didn't take long for Bentley to hack the system. "Success!" he said, "Ball, the skylight should be unlocked."
"Everything's going according to plan, Hard Shell;" said Sly, "I just saw the lock undo itself. Now all we need is a clear escape route." He tapped his mic again and said, "Ball requesting escape route via Agent Old Rock and Agent Slammer."
"Fear not, my friend;" said a koala, down in the alley, "Your route to safety will not be blocked for long."
The Guru! The Telekinetic!
The Guru gently tiptoed around the corner. He could see several nasty looking guards in the front yard of the museum. Most of them looked tough, but he knew that he could easily manipulate their limited minds. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. Knowing he was in danger, the Guru waved his staff around and his moonstone began to glow. When a guard turned the corner, he looked around; for a moment, he was sure he had heard something. But all he could see was a small pile of trash near the wall. Shrugging, he continued down the alley. Just as he was about to turn the corner, the Guru jumped on the guard's back! The guard went into a trance and began running at full speed. The Guru managed to steer the guard right into the fountain; causing a huge splash and alerting the other guards. "Hello, weak minded minions!" the Guru said in his aboriginal tongue, "Anyone feel like a game of tag?" The rat guards squeaked angrily and charged towards the Guru, who whooped and ran off. As he rounded the corner into the alley, the Guru started waving his staff again. When the rats turned the corner, they were shocked to discover that their quarry had vanished. All they could see was a small pile of… apples…? The guards scratched their heads in confusion when,
"THUNDER FLOP!"
Murray! The Muscle!
A large pink hippo dropped out of the sky and landed on top of all the guards, crushing them beneath his large belly. Once he was sure the guards were out cold, Murray looked around and said, "Alright, Master; the coast is clear!" The apples sparkled and then turned back into the Guru.
"Well done, Murray;" he said, "You have learned to channel your destructive nature most effectively."
"Thanks, Master;" said Murray, "I feel a lot better about myself now that I can smash stuff up and still be a pretty nice guy." He tapped his own mic and said, "Ball, this is Slammer; we're all clear for the getaway."
"Way to go, Slammer;" said Sly, "You go warm up the truck; I'll meet you at the side of the building in two minutes." With that, Sly opened the skylight and hooked himself to a strong cable connected to the roof. With the skills he's practiced a thousand times before, Sly descended into the room, and instantly saw what he was looking for; an old dagger from Feudal Japan. Once he was almost level with the artifact, he reached out his hand to take it… and hesitated.
"Sly!" Bentley's voice came over the binocucom, "What are you waiting for? We're running on the clock here!"
"I…" Sly stuttered, "I can't do it, Bentley! This just feels… wrong!"
"Get her out of your mind, Sly!" yelled Bentley, "Just take it!"
"Alright, fine!" Sly said as he grabbed the dagger. Suddenly, the sound of alarms pierced the air and a very angry looking vixen stormed into the room and aimed her shock pistol right at him!
Carmelita Fox! The Inspector!
"Cooper!" she snarled, "So this is where I find you! Up to your old thieving ways!"
"Carmelita!" gasped Sly, "This… this isn't what it looks like…!"
"Looks like a robbery to me!" she said, "And I don't care what your excuse is this time! You're going to jail for life!" She fired a shot at him, but Sly pushed off the display with his feet and managed to dodge the shot.
"Carmelita, please…" he said, "I wouldn't have done this if it wasn't important, but I'll promise I'll make it up to you!"
"If you want to make it up to me," said Carmelita, "You'll turn yourself in right now!"
"I'm sorry…" said Sly, "But there's too much at stake for that." He tugged on the cable and was lifted out of the room. "For whatever it's worth…" he said, "I'm sorry! And I love you!" He darted away just in time to dodge another electric shot.
"COOPER!" Carmelita screamed in fury as her target disappeared.
The sounds of alarms and police sirens were everywhere as Sly tried to make his escape. In the distance, he could hear helicopters coming to reveal his location. He just hoped that Murray and the others were coming to get him. Without even thinking, he ran for the edge of the roof and jumped off. Thump! He landed on top of a moving box truck, and looked down to see Murray smiling up at him. Sly did his best to smile back. The truck skidded into the alley and Sly climbed in through the roof hatch.
"What took you so long, Sly?" asked Penelope.
"I had to at least tell Carmelita that I was sorry;" said Sly, "I didn't want any of this to happen."
"Yeah, well there's no turning back now;" said Bentley, "Just give me the dagger and I'll go to work on it." Sly glumly handed over the dagger and made his way into the front seat. Bentley, however, put the dagger into a strange receptacle where the dagger was scanned. "Isolating isotopic decomposition…" he said, "Coordinates locked… and we're ready!"
"Just in time!" said Murray, "We're surrounded!"
"This is total bogus…" groaned Dimitri.
"Shall I blast our way through?" asked the Panda King.
"That won't be necessary;" said Bentley, "I've already calibrated the machine perfectly." He hit a large red button and said, "Okay, Murray; Punch it!"
"Punching!" said Murray as he shifted the truck into gear and floored the accelerator. Suddenly, there was a loud thump on the roof, and a voice called,
"I've got you now, Cooper!"
"Huh…?" Sly wondered, "Carmelita couldn't have gotten out that fast!"
"Hang on, Guys!" said Murray, "Ain't no stoppin' us now!" The truck careened towards a police roadblock at fifty miles per hour and was still picking up speed.
"WHOOOOOOOAAAA!" everyone cried, bracing for the impact. But at the last second, the truck vanished; leaving behind nothing but tire tracks and the faint smell of diesel exhaust.
So… How do I sum all this up? I'm Sly Cooper; former master thief; and this… is my story. I was born into a long line of master thieves dating almost back to the beginning of civilization. But, I wouldn't have everything my way. My family's thieving guide, the Thievius Racoonus, was stolen from me by a ruthless gang called the Fiendish Five; who also murdered my mother and father. I wound up at an orphanage, where I met my lifelong friends and trusted crew; Bentley, the mind of our operations; and Murray, the muscle. Together, we beat the Fiendish Five, including my family's nemesis, Clockwerk, and rebuilt the Thevius Racoonus. After that, we continued pulling jobs in order to keep the world safe; all the while being pursued by the persistent and lovely Inspector Carmelita Fox.
When I heard about a special vault that contained my ancestors' accomplishments; and that it had fallen into the hands of one of my father's former gang members, Dr. M, we recruited some new experts to be part of the gang. There was the Guru; Murray's teacher, who was a master of the mysterious dreamtime; Penelope, a remote control genius who would also become Bentley's girlfriend; the Panda King, a former enemy of mine who was now our demolitions expert; and Dimitri Lousteau, an art forger turned scuba diver, who joined the team as our frogman. We successfully penetrated the vault, but I ended up taking a nasty blow when Dr. M tried to shoot Carmelita. Thankfully, I survived, and was able to fake amnesia so that Carmelita and I could finally be together.
Recently, I've been doing some undercover work for Interpol; my knowledge of how criminals work has led to Carmelita bringing in a lot of dangerous criminals; for which, she is extremely grateful. So basically, life was good; that is until Bentley and Penelope approached me with some disturbing news; all of my ancestors' records and adventures were vanishing right off of the pages of the Thevius Racoonus. Thankfully, Bentley already had the answer; a time machine. With it, we could travel through time and fix the damage that was being done to history. The only catch was, we needed physical objects to calibrate the machine; and that meant stealing something from the museum. I was reluctant; I didn't want to revert to my old ways and risk ruining things with Carmelita, but Bentley was firm; if we didn't act soon, I might even vanish from history forever.
With no time to spare, we got the gang back together to pull off the heist we needed to initiate the machine and save my ancestors. First, however, we made a quick stop to visit another member of my father's crew, Jim McSweeny. We trusted him to take care of the Thevius Racoonus since we couldn't take it through time with us. Bentley even came up with a device that would allow him to communicate with us, no matter where or when we were. After that, well… you probably can guess what happened. As we hurtled through the time vortex, I couldn't help but wonder how I was ever going to make things right with Carmelita. But a more immediate concern was… who had just jumped onto the roof? And why did their voice sound familiar?
Who is the mysterious intruder on the roof…?
Will Sly and the gang manage to repair whatever damage has been done to the Cooper clan…?
Answers incoming… in Chapter 2!