I don't the Teen Titans or Sly Cooper.

"The damn Welsh Triangle." Victor mumbled as he focused on the road and not on his friends. It's already been a half hour after they left the hideout and it took Dick and Gar more than a few words to convince their driver, though that didn't mean he had to like where they were going.

"Vic, please bro will you calm down?" Gar said, trying to ease the big man's nerves. "You and Dick won't even be out in the field, that's my job. You'll be safe here in the van, no problem."

"I still have to drive there and there's gonna be dirt and mud all over my baby and then I have to clean her. Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to get dirt out of the groves of the tires?"

"Once this job is complete, we'll help you with cleaning the van, Vic." Richard said as he sat in his miniature hammock with a pad and pencil, perched up at the corner of the van.

"Exactly. Don't worry dude, this is our first job, nothing will go wrong with it." Garfield stated, he was more than confident that 'Operation: Tide of Terror' as Dick put it, would go with complete success. Richard had it planned out, it would be morning when they got to Wales. So, that gave them exactly 12 hours to eat, clean themselves up, and rest a little more, Garfield especially since he was going to be in the field. They had all night and only one night to finish the mission.

"Maybe you forgot about Operation: Cookie Connection?" Dick asked from his hammock.

Garfield looked at him through the rear-view mirror. "I would never forget Operation: Cookie Connection. Did you Vic?" Gar asked now looking at Victor.

"Never." Victor repeated Garfield's words since that was the best way to put it.

"Mother Maeyi was a total bitch." Garfield declared as he and his friends began laughing, remembering their most joyous time at Happy Camper Orphanage.

Operation: Cookie Connection was the Titan Gang's very first 'heist' which involved the justifiable theft of Mother Maeyi's cookie jar that she had been stealing from the other orphans including Garfield, Dick, and Victor. It was that night the three of them knew that they would be the best of friends and the Titan Gang was born.

(1992, Happy Camper Orphanage)

Garfield sat in the front seat on the empty bus, his only other company was the driver. He was currently looking out the window and watched as the buildings and apartments and anything that was outside fly by. His father's- his cane was laying across his lap and his father's old hat was on his head that fell yet again over his eyes. Pushing his hat up, he continued to watch through the window. His red backpack was lying next to him with only a few of his clothes stored inside.

What was the orphanage going to be like? Garfield hoped it wasn't like the movies where the adults were super mean to the kids. Hopefully he can make some friends early on and he'll try his best to not have any enemies. Would he being sharing a room with other kids? How many others would be there? Did the same thing happened to all of them? Garfield didn't know, all he knew was that his parents were gone and he was all alone.

Garfield unzipped the second pocket of his backpack and carefully pulled out a piece of paper. It had clear signs of age to it, it was slightly wrinkled with a few tears here and there and a couple of foxing stains. It was the same style on the back. The paper seemed to be in the style of an instruction manual with a few paragraphs of text and drawings. The pictures showed a simple drawing of a muscular man sneaking on the edge of a wall.

"In order to successfully use this technique, you must have your back to the wall. When you are stepping along the edge your steps must be wide. Keep your feet facing forward and not side-to-side or you will trip on your own toes. If you stop while on the edge, you must keep your legs close together so you are not spotted by your enemies."

Släi MacLogan, 1438, Scotland.

This was the only page of the Thievius Loganius Garfield managed to salvage.

He looked at the picture of his ancestor, Släi MacLogan of Scotland, the strongest member of the Logan Clan, it also said that he was able to break any lock with a single blow from his large stone cane. Garfield wondered how such a large man was able to create a sneak move that involved pure stealth but that didn't matter because of right now Släi MacLogan was Garfield's favorite ancestor.

"Little boy!" Garfield looked up and saw the bus driver staring at him through his sunglasses. "We're here." Garfield looked out the window saw it. His new home for the next 10 years.

It looked like a two three-story houses merged together with a tall attic sitting at the top. They were a couple miles outside the city so the terrain was open to endless green grass and miniature hills, which the orphanage was sitting happily on top of one. There was also a nearby playground. Garfield carefully but quickly placed the one page back inside his backpack and stood up from his sit. Butterflies were fluttering all over the inside of his stomach, his little heart was beating faster.

He stepped off the bus and onto the gravel road leading to the orphanage. There was a sign a few feet away from him that read: "Happy Camper Orphanage" with a large happy face at the top of the sign. "Hey." Garfield turned back around and looked at the bus driver again. "Good Luck out there." Garfield didn't know if the driver was talking about living at the orphanage or if meant living the rest of his life without the help of his parents. So, instead of thanking him for the luck, he said.

"Thank you for the ride, mister."

The driver nodded and closed the bus doors and began to turn around and drove back to the city. Garfield watched the bus drive away and turned back to the orphanage and proceeded to walk to his new home. He dragged the end of his cane as he walked, creating a line in the gravel path.

Mother Maeyi was in her office, filling out the information for the new nuisance that will staying with her for now on. His story was exactly like any other orphan's, parents dead for whatever reason. So, now the government expected her to give proper care to the newcomer, well that's exactly what she was going to do. She still got paid no matter what she did with the little brats. She got up to stretch, she had been sitting all day. She walked up to her bookshelf, on top of it was a large jar that she grabbed. Taking the top off and was about to stick her hand inside.

"Mother Maeyi! The newcomer is here!"

Sighing loudly, she returned the jar to its original spot and stepped out her office. All the other children were gathering up behind the window, peeking their little eyes over the sill and watching the newcomer get closer the orphanage. Mother Maeyi opened the front door and did not hesitate to show her annoyance. "So, you're the newcomer. My name is Mother Maeyi and you will only address me as Mother Maeyi, are we clear?" The little boy only nodded and she looked him up and down. "Well, are you just going to stand there or are you come in?"

Garfield walked in and felt his face heat up, all eyes were on him. The house seemed cleaned but also messy at the same time as if it wasn't properly cleaned almost as if children were the ones that did the cleaning.

"You and you!" Mother Maeyi pointed to two other boys. One had thick glasses and with a white collar shirt and tie and suspenders holding up his shorts, he was also skinny with black hair that was combed to the side and was about the same height as Garfield. The other boy was larger than both of them, he had dark skin with short hair and a grey sleeveless shirt with shorts. He also had a bandana with a flame design tied around his head. "Show him around! The rest of you get back to what you were doing!" The children began to disappear around the house and all that was left were the three boys. The large boy was the first to step forward.

"Hello, new friend!" Garfield was pulled into a hug, he could feel his lungs being compressed. "My name is Victor!"

"Nice…to meet you…" Garfield gurgled out.

"Victor!" Garfield guessed that was the smaller boy. "Remember how strong you are!" Garfield felt the arms of Victor leave his body and gasped over dramatically for air, with his hand on his chest.

"Sorry." Victor said but still had a huge smile on his face. The smaller boy walked up to Garfield and extended his hand to him. Which he took.

"Richard John Grayson." He said with a smile.

"Garfield Mark Logan." He said with an equal smile.

"You'll have to excuse Victor, he's unaware of his own strength." Richard tried to reassure his new friend.

Garfield looked over at Victor, both still had smiles. "You sure are strong." Victor began flex his muscles doing multiple poses, Garfield and Richard started laughing. This place might not be as bad as Garfield thought.

"So, where do I stay?" Garfield finally asked the question he'd been dreading. Hopefully, he would be sharing a room with Richard and Victor.

"Follow us Gar." Victor gestured as he and Richard began to walk down the hall. He followed right behind them, still dragging the end of his father's- his cane. It's going to take some time for him to get used to saying that. He could hear the other kids playing, some were still inside the house running around. The rest, he assumed, were outside playing in the vast openness around the orphanage. The room Garfield was led to was pretty spacey to his standards, there were papers on the floor some with drawings, some with writing, and some with both. Along the papers were crayons, some were broken and some were not, others seemed to have teeth marks on them. There was also a large window with curtains covering it, though it did nothing stop the sun from shining through. But, there were only a single bunkbed in the room. "We're gonna need an extra bed." Victor declared.

"It's only you two in this room?" Gar asked Vic and Rich, they both nodded. "Why?"

"The other kids don't like me cause I'm bigger than them."

"They don't like me because my knowledge is superior to theirs. They most likely won't like you now because you're our friend."

"That doesn't matter to me. So, let's go and ask Mother Maeyi for an extra bed!" Garfield said. Victor and Richard both looked at each other and then back at Garfield, both of them began to laugh hysterically. Victor was on the floor, pounding on it and Richard was leaning on Victor's body with his hands on his stomach. Garfield watched them with pure confusion, he had no idea what was so funny. "What?" He asked again, which caused them to laugh even more.

Once the laughter died down and Victor and Richard regained their breath, they both began to explain the monster behind Mother Maeyi. "She's a witch in disguise." Said Richard. "She's always mean to us." Said Victor. "She acts nice when visitors are over." Added Richard. "I heard that she really has 3 eyes and green skin! And that she bakes us in giant pies!" Finished Victor. Both Garfield and Richard were staring at him with bewilderment. "She also takes our cookies." Victor looked as if he were going to cry at that one.

"Wait, wait, wait." Garfield halted his friends. "She takes your cookies away from you? Why?"

"Because, she's fat!" That earned a chuckle from Richard.

"Where does she keep them?" Garfield questioned again.

"In her office, on top of her bookshelf, inside a cookie jar. None of us can reach it." Richard explained the details.

"Hmm." Garfield smirked and rubbed his chin.

"What are you thinking about, Garfield?" Victor asked, he was getting a strange feeling about his and Richard's new friend,

"Oh nothing." Garfield waved the topic away with his hand. "Let's go get my bed, boys."

After a grueling hour of pushing, pulling, and exaggerated complainants. The three friends finally got the extra mattress from the basement to their room for Garfield. "Now, all I need is a pillow and a blanket. Where do we go for that?"

"I know! Follow me!" Victor shouted and took off out the room.

"He needs my assistance to reach the pillows, come on." Gar followed Richard on the same path Victor took off in.

"You sound really smart." Garfield told Richard. It was true, Richard had been using bigger words than he ever did. Some of them he didn't fully understand.

"Well, I won't deny that I am knowledgeable."

"How did you do that?"

Richard looked at Garfield with confusion. "Do what?"

"Get so smart."

Richard thought about his answer. He liked Garfield, so did Victor, and he had no doubt all three of them would become great friends. But, he didn't want to reveal too much to Garfield too soon.

"Well, after my parents taught me how to read. I kind of read any book I was able to reach." Richard chose his words carefully and not showing the hurt he got from mentioning his parents.

"And you remember every word?" Garfield asked, astonished at how smart his new friend was.

"Well, I remember the most important parts. It would be impossible to remember every word in a book." Richard further explained.

"I had a book." Garfield's voice lost its excited curiosity and became soft, he looked at the floor. "But, it broke."

"There are millions books in the world. You can always find a new one." Richard tried to reassure Garfield.

Garfield slowly shook his head. "Not that one. My dad gave it to me." A tear escaped his eye and he quickly wiped it away before Richard saw it. But, he did.

"What was it?" He asked carefully.

"I'll tell you sometime." The rest of the walk to Victor was in silence. Both of them wanted to say the same thing, to tell their stories to each other but didn't think it was the right time. They both felt a strong feeling coming from the other. The same feeling that Richard felt when he and Victor met and Garfield felt the same feeling coming from Victor. They truly felt that the three of them will grow up together. Their silence was broken when they heard Victor.

They turned the corner and saw Victor standing on his tippy-toes, trying to reach for something on the top shelf, his fingers weren't even close. A blanket was sprawled out on the floor beside him.

"Need help, pal?" Victor turned around and saw Gar and Rich standing there.

"Climb onto my shoulders little buddy, you could reach it." Garfield watched on as Richard used Victor's arms like a ladder and then stood on his shoulders. "Can you reach the pillow?"

There was only one pillow left on the top shelf and it was all the way in the back, pressed against the wall. "No, I can't reach it! It's right there!" He heard Victor say to climb onto the shelf, but he wasn't going to risk his neck against the wrath of Mother Maeyi over a broken shelf. "Here. Use this." Richard looked down and saw Gar offering him his cane. He took it, it was heavy and the extra weight was unbalancing him and Victor.

"Whoa!" Victor stumbled around, trying to right the balance. Garfield started laughing at the situation his friends. Whichever way the cane was, that was the direction Richard was leaning and so Victor had to quickly step that way to try and correct the balance and the whole process would just restart.

"What is going on here?!"

All three boys froze in place, Garfield stopped laughing and Vic and Rich were standing still resulting in them being rebalanced even with Gar's cane. Garfield and Victor looked up to see the ugly face of Mother Maeyi, it was the first time Richard was at eye level with her. "I will not ask again, what is going on here?"

"w-we we're j-just trying to get Garfield a pillow…" Victor stuttered out, his legs weren't shaking just because he was holding up Richard.

"Who?" Garfield slowly lifted his hand up and she lifted an eyebrow. "Garfield." She said as if it left a bad taste in her mouth. "What a moronic name." She grabbed the pillow that Richard and Victor had been trying and tossed it to Garfield. "No, playing inside the house!" She left with that.

Garfield waited until she was out of earshot. "Wow. She really is mean." His two friends nodded in agreement.

"Told you." Richard said. "Well, you got your own bed now let's head back to-"

Two girls ran down the hall together in the opposite direction of the boys. The two girls were most likely sisters because they both had the same facial features, the only difference was their eyes, skin and hair. One had hair like Richard's, completely black with purple eyes. The other had fiery red hair with bright emerald green eyes, almost like Garfield's. The girl with black had a paler complexion compared to the tannish redhead. They ran by the boys, giggling and laughing.

Richard followed their path and even after they turned the corner, he continued to stare. He didn't notice the hand waving in front of his face nor did he hear his name being called.

"What's up with him?" Garfield asked he repeatedly waved his hand in front of him to no avail. "Who were those girls anyway?"

"That was Komi and Kori Anders." Victor answered. "And he's got a big 'ol crush on Kori!" He laughed. Garfield was now snapping his fingers in Richards, it seemed to be doing the trick.

Richard was brought of the trance that Kori had unintentionally put on him. This always happened to him when he saw the fiery redhead and he was lucky that Victor had been with him each time to snap him out of it. It was a wonder how much power a beautiful girl can put on a boy and not even know it. If only he had the courage to talk to her…

"Richard! Are you with us again?" Garfield had his hands on either side of Richard's head and was looking at him with genuine concern. He just made two friends on his first day here, he didn't need one of them being brain-dead because of a girl.

"Huh…what?" Richard drawled out. Victor broke into a fit of laughter. "Did…uh Kori run by?" Garfield simply nodded his head. "Oh…well, that explains it." Richard went red in the face.

"Come on, lover boy." Victor teased, which caused Rich's face to become even redder. He grumbled all the way back to their room.

"So, what do you guys do for fun around here?" Garfield finally asked when they finished with his bed. The sun was just starting to set and all the kids that were outside were now inside getting ready for bed. He laid on his with his cane by his side. Victor was also on his bed with head hanging off the edge and Richard was reading a book on the floor.

"I try to invent things with anything I can find."

"I like to play with them."

"And then eventually break them."

Garfield chuckled. "Hey Vic, you said that Mother Maeyi takes your cookies away, right?"

"Not just our cookies." Richard butt in. "It's the cookies of all the kids here." Victor looked like he was going to cry again at the mention of the stolen cookies and Garfield was going to fix that.

He stood on his bed and leaped into the center of the room. "What if I told you guys that I could get them all back?" Their heads popped up and Garfield grinned at them. "All I need is a team to do it."

"And how are you going to get them? They're in Mother Maeyi's office, on top of her bookshelf, not even Victor can reach them." Richard intercepted. Garfield was just a kid, they all were, how in the world was he going to get their cookies back?

"That's where you come in Rich." Garfield pointed his cane right him. "You're smart and you come up with the perfect plan."

"Oh! Oh! What about me?" Victor was shaking with excitement about Garfield getting the cookies back.

Garfield wrapped his arm around Vic's shoulders. "You my friend, have the most important part." Victor "oohed" at this. "You'll be our getaway driver. Your job is to get us out of there before anyone shows up, me and Rich will be counting on you, can you handle it?" Victor nodded vigorously.

"And what happens if we get caught?" Richard questioned again.

"With your plan we won't get caught."

"So, you're saying we steal them back?"

"Yeah!"

Victor's previous excitement left him high and dry. "But, stealing is wrong."

"Stealing is not wrong if you're stealing from a criminal and as far as I can tell, Mother Maeyi taking our cookies is criminal enough." Garfield stated the oath his family has gone by for thousands of years.

Richard thought about it, here was the new guy on the block proposing that they take back what was theirs. They would all have their cookies back but it that meant them stealing the cookies back, although in a way Mother Maeyi had been stealing the cookies from them this whole time and they were simply taking back what was theirs. Garfield also said that stealing isn't wrong if you're stealing from a criminal and to all the orphans, including himself, Mother Maeyi was a criminal. But, what if they got caught? No, they won't get caught, not with the plan that Richard would come up with. "We're going to need some paper."

Garfield smiled widely at him and leaped back in the center of the room. "Guys, I think this the beginning of a beautiful friendship." They all high fived.

It was now dark out and all three boys were laying on the floor under their blankets with a large paper in front of them. Richard's plan was simple, Garfield would hide in Mother Maeyi's office by hiding inside her trash can. Outside, Richard and Victor would be waiting outside in the getaway vehicle which was a wagon connected to Richard's self-built tricycle that Victor would be controlling. Once Mother Maeyi was done with the day, Garfield would sneak out of the trash can and open her window to make his escape and to communicate with Richard. He would move Mother Maeyi's desk and lamp into position to climb onto her bookshelf and grab the loot. All this was depicted in pictures on the paper in front of them, which was titled: Cooky•Steelin' Plan by Richard

Richard had calculated that the operation should be three minutes and forty-two seconds, the time between Mother Maeyi left for the night and the janitor, Scary John, evening rounds. The trick to Richard's plan was to make it look like they were never there.

"So, we all understand the plan?" Richard said as he took questions.

"How are we going to communicate with each other?" Garfield asked.

"I was hoping you were going to ask that." Richard went over to his and Victor's bunkbed and pulled out a device that consisted of two cups attached to a single string. He tossed one can to Garfield and climbed onto the top bunk and spoke into the cup. "Do you read, Gar?"

"I read you, Rich! Let's do it!"

Richard put his cup-phone down. "It's too late for us to do it now, we'll have to do it tomorrow night." Richard yawned, the day finally catching up with him. "I don't know about you guys but I'm tired. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Both Victor and Gar said. "I guess we should go to sleep too. Goodnight buddy." Victor picked up his and Richard's blankets and he threw one of them onto the top bunk.

"Goodnight." Garfield finally said as he too made his way to the bed with his blanket in tow. He laid with his cane firmly in his grasp. This was the part that Garfield had been dreading all day since his arrival. The reality of being placed into an orphanage had finally hit him, his mom was gone, his dad was gone, and he would never see them again. He did meet Victor and Richard though and he already planned a heist with them, somewhere he felt his dad smiling down on him but he nonetheless cried himself to sleep.

(The next day at sunset)

Garfield was hiding at the corner to Mother Maeyi's office, waiting for the perfect moment to sneak into her office. Rich and Vic were right outside her window waiting for him. He was anxious to pull off his very first heist and hoped that everything went like planned. Garfield peeked the corner and saw Mother Maeyi's door cracking open, she stepped out and closed the door.

But, she didn't lock it.

Garfield watched as she walked down the hall and waited for her to turn the corner. He quickly went up to her door and reopened it, he stepped in and closed the door quietly. Garfield had to move fast, he didn't know how much time he had before the witch returned. He quickly opened the window to Rich and Vic. "Guys! I'm here now!"

"Remember the plan! Stay hidden until night fallen!" Richard told Garfield from his position in the wagon before throwing one of the cup phones up to him.

"Good luck, Gar!" Vic wished for him. He was currently seated in the tricycle, ready to roll when needed.

Garfield threw them a thumb's up before closing the window and securing his place inside the trash can. None too soon, when Garfield heard the door open and the footsteps of Mother Maeyi. "Whew, that was a bad one." Garfield tried not to laugh from his position.

(Later)

Garfield was still sitting in the trash can, bored out of his mind. He'd been drawing endless patterns with his finger for God knew how long. His legs and arms were sore from the cramp space. He was lucky though, there was only a few sheets of paper inside the trash can. Wonder how Vic and Rich were doing?

All of a sudden, Garfield heard Mother Maeyi's chair move along with her footsteps and the shuffling of paper. Was this finally the opportunity to make his move? He then heard her door open and close and the sound of a locking mechanism. It was. He picked up his cup phone and spoke in to it. "Richard, you there? Come in!" Garfield poked his head out the trash can. "Richard, this is Gar! Do you read me? I'm in position! Over."

Richard, who was now awake, began to wake up Vic while replying back to Garfield. "Excellent! My ingenious cup-municator is flawless! Just hold onto your end and we'll be in constant contact. Move to position immediately." Richard instructed from his end of the cup-municator. "Operation: Cookie Connection has begun!"

Garfield reopened the window and looked out of it. He saw Richard sitting in a wagon full of electronic equipment he had made himself, using different parts from electronic toys. Victor sat on a large tricked- out tricycle. Richard's wagon was tied to the back of the tricycle. Victor had his feet planted firmly on the pedals.

Garfield finally turned his attention to the office. He looked up at his opponent, the tall bookshelf. He saw the plump cookie jar sitting at the very top, far out of his reach. The young thief licked his lips and tightened his hat. He could just taste those cookies. Quickly, just like in the plan, he began to rearrange Mother Maeyi's furniture. He placed the tall lamp next to the bookshelf. He then pushed the desk toward the desk, of course Garfield's muscles have barely developed and so it took a little bit of effort.

After finally securing the desk into to position, Garfield spoke into the cup-municator. "Okay, Rich. Everything's ready."

"You don't have the cookies yet?!" Richard's voice asked, panic in his voice. "We're out of time! We have to scrub the mission!"

There was no way Garfield was going to let the guys down.

He dove off the desk, 'A master thief must adapt and think on his feet.' and grabbed onto the metal chain of the lamp, turning on the light as his weight pulled it down. Using the momentum from his jump, Garfield swung on the chain and threw himself up the bookcase and grabbed the top shelf. The cookies were right there. Keeping himself up with only one hand, he took the cup-municator out his mouth and spoke into it. "Okay! I'm in position…er…sort of." Garfield looked over his shoulder at the floor below and it was a long way down. He swallowed hard. "This didn't look so high from way down there…"

Richard was shouting in Garfield's ear again. "Garfield! You're out of time! Get out while you still can!" Victor was becoming anxious with the thought of no cookies.

Taking off his hat, Gar wiped the sweat that gathered on his brow. That's when he heard noise out in the hall. "Uhh… Is that you guys I hear in the hall? I thought you were going to wait outside!"

"What do you mean? We are outside!"

Uh oh.

Terrified, Garfield's eyes widened as he heard the sound of a key jiggling in the lock, it was Scary John, the janitor! He watched as the door's dead bolt spun with a loud CLICK. The doorknob began to turn. Garfield didn't have enough time to climb down and jump out the window. He would be caught for sure.

"That's it! I'm pulling the plug on this myself! Hang on, Gar! Just leave it to… The Victor!"

"Plan B!" Richard's voice yelled from the plastic cup.

Garfield had just put his hat back down when he felt the cup-municator jerk in his hand. He reacted by tightening his grip as the string pulled taut. The door to the office slowly creaked open and Garfield was jerked off the bookshelf. As he flew out the window, he saw Richard holding tightly to the other end of the string. Victor pedaled fast as he pulled them away from the building. "Whoa!" Gar yelled as he flew through the air, he had to hold his hat down for it not to fly off.

Victor pulled them across the playground and down the hill. Soon, they were out of sight of the schoolhouse. But, they were picking up speed! "R-R-Richard!" Victor yelled. "How do you stop this thing?!"

"I would recommend using the brakes," Richard replied as he tumbled about inside the wagon. "But unfortunately I haven't installed any yet. That was next week's project!"

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

With those three terrified screams, the tricycle crashed into a large oak tree. Garfield slammed into Victor and both rolled down the hill in a tangle of arms and legs. Richard was flung from his wagon and got caught up on a tree branch with all his electronics scattered about, his glasses though were miraculously still on. Once the dust settled, the gang met by the now completely broken tricycle.

"I'm sorry guys…" Victor apologized, believing he was the reason of their mission failure.

"Y' know, we're all pretty lucky…" Garfield said as he rubbed his head, still feeling quite dazed.

"Lucky?" Richard asked as he readjusted his glasses. "We just crashed and failed our mission! What do you mean were lucky?"

"Lucky…that I inherited my dad's fast fingers! Dig in fellas!" Garfield said as he took off his hat and revealed it to be full of cookies, his blonde hair had crumbs in it. Immediately, the somber mood was replaced with joy as Victor and Richard both yelled: "Hooray!" "No cookie jar is going to keep me out!" Garfield declared as he, Richard, and Victor celebrated by consuming the sugary, sweet treats. It was truly at this moment that Garfield knew he had not only found his new gang but also his new family.

Back in the house, the boys had divided the cookies evenly amongst each other. The day had been good to the boys but it had also been tiring, so after each one of them had found a sufficient hiding place for their cookies they all went to bed. All, but one.

Richard still laid in bed awake, no doubt he was tired but he there was one more thing he had to do. All he could hope for was that she was still awake. After he knew for sure that his friends were asleep, he took half of his cookies and quietly climbed down the ladder of his bunkbed and sneaked out the room.

He slowly walked down the, not used to walking the halls by himself at night Richard felt like something was going to pop out at any given moment. Luckily, he made it to Kori's room and slowly opened the door. If Kori wasn't awake he can always try again tomorrow but it would be better if it were now. Oh, please God let her still be awake…

He peeked into the room and his prayer was answered. There, laying on the floor by the nightlight was Kori or Starfire as he liked to secretly call her. She must've been drawing something, other than that why would she be by the nightlight? She was kicking her legs up and quietly humming to herself as to not wake her roommates. He stepped into the room and quietly closed the door. "Psst! Kori!" He tried to call to her while staying as quiet as he can be. Lucky for him, Kori turned her to the direction of the sound.

"Richard? Is that you?" He came closer and Kori was able to see him in the dim light the nightlight provided. "Why have you come here? I assumed everyone was asleep." She whispered back to him. She wasn't trying to sound mean but she was wondering why he was in her room. He went over and sat in front of her. He was hiding something in hands.

"W-well, I have s-something for you." Richard was stuttering and his face was growing redder. Kori did not let that go unnoticed and found it rather cute.

"What is it that you have brought me?" Kori now sat crossed legged and was facing Richard with a smile. Richard didn't know what he found more attractive about Starfire, was it her looks? Her personality? Her kindness towards everyone? Or was it the way she spoke? Richard couldn't pick, maybe it was all?

He moved his hands and revealed to her the cookies, which had been stolen back not even an hour ago. She gasped softly when she saw them. "The cookies of Mother Maeyi! Richard, how did you acquire these?" Richard offered her a cookie and she gladly accepted it.

"You mean the cookies that Mother Maeyi took from us?" Kori nodded as she munched on the cookie. "Well, let's just say that Victor and I had some help from the newcomer." Richard smiled at her and Kori smiled back as they ate there cookies.

(Present day)

Garfield and Dick had fallen asleep while remembering their first heist. Victor was still awake due to him being the driver, he had to stay awake. He recalled the perfect taste of chocolate chips and success on that day as he passed a sign on the freeway.

WALES

10 MILES

Damn Welsh Triangle…

Finally, I'm done with this chapter. Also Operation: Cookie Connection is from the comic "The Adventures of Sly Cooper" issue 1 and also the novel "Sly Cooper: To Catch a Thief". I'm so glad I found a way to input Starfire in the story and I'll try to find more ways to put her in. One more thing, this chapter is being released on the same day as Star Wars Episode VII is being released! Hope you can watch it and don't spoil it for anybody!

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