Chapter 12


The Eds woke up and got to work. They ate breakfast and then they headed outside.

Outside, in Double d's backyard, the Eds got to work on building a new rocket car, since their old one was in Paris. They split the job in 3 parts.

"Ed, you're in charge of getting some food." Double d instructed. "Eddy, you're in charge of getting parts for the rocket car. I already made you a list."

"So, what are YOU going to do sock head?" Eddy asked.

"Well Eddy, you'll find out later." Double d said.

"Come on, just tell me." Eddy said.

"Fine, I am working on some high-tech upgrades. I'm getting supplies for weapons and anything of that nature." Double d explained.

"Oh, I get ya. Okay, works for me. Come on Lumpy, we have work to do!" Eddy said as he headed for the junkyard.

The three went their separate ways.

Meanwhile, back in Paris, It was lunchtime. Sly, Bentley, and Murray headed to the cafeteria. They entered the dull place and waited in line for their share of old chili. The three sat down together at an old table that looked like it's seen better days. They talked as they ate their lunch.

"This sucks; all you ever get here is chili." Murray said.

"Hey, at least you get soda here." Bentley said.

"Yeah, but it's caffeine-free soda." Murray said.

"NOOOOOOOO!" sly yelled. "Any soda without caffeine is just not soda."

"Then what is it, you ungrateful thief?" A familiar voice asked.

"IT'S CRAP!" Sly yelled without looking up.

"Oh, really? Well then I guess you don't mind if I take it?" The voice asked.

"Take it." Sly said as he pushed it to the end of the table.

"Wow, that's not the cheerful ringtail I know." The voice said.

Sly looked up from his tray. He was shocked at what he saw. It was Carmelita!

"Woah, it's inspector fox!" Murray yelled.

"Carmelita? What the hell are you doing at a place like this? Did the ever so perfect Carmelita screw up?" sly asked.

"No, I just thought that I'd stop by and see how much you guys were suffering." Carmelita replied. "And by the looks of it, you look pretty miserable."

"And… your point?" Bentley asked.

"Well, as long as you guys are miserable, I'm happy. So, I'll leave you alone now while you 'enjoy' your sodas." Carmelita said as she walked out.

The three looked at each other.

"What was that all about?" Sly asked.

"I don't know." Murray said.

"That was really weird." Bentley said.

"You said it."

The three went back to eating lunch. When they were done the three headed outside for some basketball. They went over to a bunch of people.

"Hey! Mind if we play?" Sly asked.

A dog came over with a basketball in his hands. "Why should we let YOU guys play?" he asked.

"We just wanna play some ball, that's all. Seesh." Sly said.

"Well, I would, but we're already in the middle of a game, so get lost, punk! Before I really give you something to complain about.

"Hey! Don't threaten my friend like that! He didn't do a thing to you!" Murray yelled.

"Well, it's true. You thieves are nothing but low life criminals!" The dog argued.

"We're not criminals, we're thieves." Bentley explained.

"Oh, so now the turtle is gonna start! Look, just get lost and wait your turn." The dog said.

Sly and the gang walked away and decided to go back inside. They went in their cells and sat back and chatted.

Back in the cul-de-sac, the Eds were finished with their tasks.

"Okay Double d, we have everything, now let's build a rocket car!" Eddy yelled as he picked up sheets of metal.

"Can we bring a chicken?" Ed asked.

"Shut up Ed."