CHAPTER FIVE- Another Crazy Day
The next morning...
Andy awoke and went out to the kitchen for his morning bowl of cocoa puffs. Sly and Bentley sat at the table. "Greetings, my fellow thieving degenerates.", he said. "Morning, Andy.", said Sly.
"You're in your underwear!", said a horrified Bentley. "Yes.So?" "But you're in the kitchen." "So?", Andy said. "That's sickening.", whined Bentley.
"Can't a guy do as he pleases in his own home?!", Andy asked angrily as he poured cereal.
"Don't listen to that douche.", Sly said. "I like that you're so laid-back and informal. Too many in this business are far too uptight." "You're a couple of filthy raccoons.", said Bentley as he stormed out of the kitchen.
"What is that guy's problem?", Andy asked about Sly's friend. "I think he breathes in too many chemicals when he does his little experiments.", Sly said, only half-jokingly.
Andy opened up the newspaper as he finished off his cereal. "What do you know?", he said. "They caught old Tim Merriweather."
"Good riddance to that copycat.", said Sly. "Yeah.", Andy said. "Maybe now, he'll realize he just isn't cut out for thieving."
"I'm going to go over to where all the mobsters hang out and slash some tires. Do you care to join me?", Andy asked. "You like living dangerously, don't you", Sly asked. "You know it.", replied Andy.
"One more question.", Sly said to Andy. "Yes." "Do you donate any of your plunder to the poor or do you keep it all?", Sly asked.
"Perhaps you noticed the Clark Hospital when you first came into town.", Andy said.
"You built that?", asked Sly. "No.", Andy said. "But i did buy it, re-staff it, modernize it, and make its services free to all. The place eats up money, but that's not what it's all about."
"Wow, that's great.", said Sly. "And what about you, Sly.?" "Well, I all but own the orphanage that raised me, and I often make secret donations to several charities." "That's cool.", said Andy.
Just then, Murray sauntered into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?", he asked. "Whatever you like.", said Andy. "Try not to devour everything.", warned Sly. "I'm going to get dressed.", said Andy as he left the kitchen.
Later...
"Boy, I never would have thought that vandalizing gangsters' cars could be so much fun.", Sly said, as he and Andy got into Clark's car. "Yeah. That will teach those murdering scumbags.", Andy said as he started the engine.
"So, where are we headed now?", Sly asked. "Walmart. I need a few things.", Andy replied. "Ok.", Sly said.
As they pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot, Sly spotted a familiar figure emerging from a parked car. It was none other than Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox, his arch-nemesis and love of his life.
Andy pulled into the parking space next to hers. The two thieves got out of the car.
"Cooper! I've found you at last!", said Carmelita, drawing her stun gun. "And if it isn't the elusive Mr. Clark.", she added.
"Why, Ms. Fox, you look especially beautiful today.", Sly said to his old foe. "Quiet raccoon!", Carmelita yelled. "I'm going to put you and your little friend behind bars."
"Good luck.", Andy said as the two raced across the parking lot and into the store. "She'll never find us in here.", Andy said. "Hope you're right.", said Sly. "Let's spread out. That way---." "What's with that look?", asked a baffled Clark. "She's right behind us.", Sly whispered. Andy started to run, but didn't get too far, knocked out cold by Carmelita's stun ray.
"Now it's your turn, Cooper.", said the vixen. Just then the store manager, a boar, approached Ms. Fox. "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're scaring off my customers." "But..." As Carmelita tried to explain herself, Sly lifts his unconcious friend into a shopping cart and makes a hasty exit.
Andy Clark regained consciousness just as Sly had reached the car. "What happened?", Andy asked, climbing out of the cart. "You got hit with a blast from Carmelita's stun gun."
"Are you okay?", Sly asked. "I'm fine.", said Clark, as they got into the car. "We'd better lay low until nightfall.", said Cooper. Andy agreed.
"So, that's the girl of your dreams?", Andy asked. "Yeah. Isn't she something?" "I'll say. She could have killed us both!", Any exclaimed. "You'd better watch it, Cooper."
Andy pulled the car into the garage and they both went inside to rest up for the night's thievery.
The next morning...
Andy awoke and went out to the kitchen for his morning bowl of cocoa puffs. Sly and Bentley sat at the table. "Greetings, my fellow thieving degenerates.", he said. "Morning, Andy.", said Sly.
"You're in your underwear!", said a horrified Bentley. "Yes.So?" "But you're in the kitchen." "So?", Andy said. "That's sickening.", whined Bentley.
"Can't a guy do as he pleases in his own home?!", Andy asked angrily as he poured cereal.
"Don't listen to that douche.", Sly said. "I like that you're so laid-back and informal. Too many in this business are far too uptight." "You're a couple of filthy raccoons.", said Bentley as he stormed out of the kitchen.
"What is that guy's problem?", Andy asked about Sly's friend. "I think he breathes in too many chemicals when he does his little experiments.", Sly said, only half-jokingly.
Andy opened up the newspaper as he finished off his cereal. "What do you know?", he said. "They caught old Tim Merriweather."
"Good riddance to that copycat.", said Sly. "Yeah.", Andy said. "Maybe now, he'll realize he just isn't cut out for thieving."
"I'm going to go over to where all the mobsters hang out and slash some tires. Do you care to join me?", Andy asked. "You like living dangerously, don't you", Sly asked. "You know it.", replied Andy.
"One more question.", Sly said to Andy. "Yes." "Do you donate any of your plunder to the poor or do you keep it all?", Sly asked.
"Perhaps you noticed the Clark Hospital when you first came into town.", Andy said.
"You built that?", asked Sly. "No.", Andy said. "But i did buy it, re-staff it, modernize it, and make its services free to all. The place eats up money, but that's not what it's all about."
"Wow, that's great.", said Sly. "And what about you, Sly.?" "Well, I all but own the orphanage that raised me, and I often make secret donations to several charities." "That's cool.", said Andy.
Just then, Murray sauntered into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?", he asked. "Whatever you like.", said Andy. "Try not to devour everything.", warned Sly. "I'm going to get dressed.", said Andy as he left the kitchen.
Later...
"Boy, I never would have thought that vandalizing gangsters' cars could be so much fun.", Sly said, as he and Andy got into Clark's car. "Yeah. That will teach those murdering scumbags.", Andy said as he started the engine.
"So, where are we headed now?", Sly asked. "Walmart. I need a few things.", Andy replied. "Ok.", Sly said.
As they pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot, Sly spotted a familiar figure emerging from a parked car. It was none other than Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox, his arch-nemesis and love of his life.
Andy pulled into the parking space next to hers. The two thieves got out of the car.
"Cooper! I've found you at last!", said Carmelita, drawing her stun gun. "And if it isn't the elusive Mr. Clark.", she added.
"Why, Ms. Fox, you look especially beautiful today.", Sly said to his old foe. "Quiet raccoon!", Carmelita yelled. "I'm going to put you and your little friend behind bars."
"Good luck.", Andy said as the two raced across the parking lot and into the store. "She'll never find us in here.", Andy said. "Hope you're right.", said Sly. "Let's spread out. That way---." "What's with that look?", asked a baffled Clark. "She's right behind us.", Sly whispered. Andy started to run, but didn't get too far, knocked out cold by Carmelita's stun ray.
"Now it's your turn, Cooper.", said the vixen. Just then the store manager, a boar, approached Ms. Fox. "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're scaring off my customers." "But..." As Carmelita tried to explain herself, Sly lifts his unconcious friend into a shopping cart and makes a hasty exit.
Andy Clark regained consciousness just as Sly had reached the car. "What happened?", Andy asked, climbing out of the cart. "You got hit with a blast from Carmelita's stun gun."
"Are you okay?", Sly asked. "I'm fine.", said Clark, as they got into the car. "We'd better lay low until nightfall.", said Cooper. Andy agreed.
"So, that's the girl of your dreams?", Andy asked. "Yeah. Isn't she something?" "I'll say. She could have killed us both!", Any exclaimed. "You'd better watch it, Cooper."
Andy pulled the car into the garage and they both went inside to rest up for the night's thievery.
