AFTERMATH
An exhausted Sly Cooper entered his Paris home. After hanging up his hat, mask, cane, gloves, and pack, he began a dressing-down of his two colleagues.
"I'm deeply disappointed in the two of you.", he said. "You made me look like a fool in front of a fellow thief. You two had better start acting like professionals. Good evening, gentlemen.", he said, heading off to his bedroom.
"Who does he think he is?", Bentley said to Murray. "Without us, he'd be nothing." "Yeah.", agreed the hippo. "Good night, my friend.", said the turtle as he entered his room.
Darkwing Duck was jublilant as he returned to Darkwing Tower. "WOOHOO! I'm filthy rich!.", he said, emptying two large sacks of gold bars. "No more of this middle class garbage for me! From now on, I'll be rubbing elbows with Bruce Wayne and James Bond!"
"Dad.", said Gosalyn. "You can't keep that gold." "Why not?", asked Darkwing. "You always taught me that stealing was wrong." "Aww, crap.", said Darkwing. "But I lifted it from the evil FOWL.", he explained.
"Who stole it from Canada.", injected Launchpad. "Whose side are you on?", Darkwing asked.
Just then, Darkwing noticed a stranger in his hideout. This stranger was a gorgeous young vixen with long black hair. She was brandishing some sort of a gun.
"Who the devil are you?", he asked of the vixen. "Inspector Carmelita Fox of the Paris Police Department.", she announced. Darkwing gulped.
"Reach for the sky, duck!", Carmelita commanded. "You are under arrest for theft.", she said, slapping the cuffs on the masked mallard.
"Here we go again.", said Launchpad. "I'll get the bail money.", he said with a sigh, as Carmelita dragged his friend to jail.
An exhausted Sly Cooper entered his Paris home. After hanging up his hat, mask, cane, gloves, and pack, he began a dressing-down of his two colleagues.
"I'm deeply disappointed in the two of you.", he said. "You made me look like a fool in front of a fellow thief. You two had better start acting like professionals. Good evening, gentlemen.", he said, heading off to his bedroom.
"Who does he think he is?", Bentley said to Murray. "Without us, he'd be nothing." "Yeah.", agreed the hippo. "Good night, my friend.", said the turtle as he entered his room.
Darkwing Duck was jublilant as he returned to Darkwing Tower. "WOOHOO! I'm filthy rich!.", he said, emptying two large sacks of gold bars. "No more of this middle class garbage for me! From now on, I'll be rubbing elbows with Bruce Wayne and James Bond!"
"Dad.", said Gosalyn. "You can't keep that gold." "Why not?", asked Darkwing. "You always taught me that stealing was wrong." "Aww, crap.", said Darkwing. "But I lifted it from the evil FOWL.", he explained.
"Who stole it from Canada.", injected Launchpad. "Whose side are you on?", Darkwing asked.
Just then, Darkwing noticed a stranger in his hideout. This stranger was a gorgeous young vixen with long black hair. She was brandishing some sort of a gun.
"Who the devil are you?", he asked of the vixen. "Inspector Carmelita Fox of the Paris Police Department.", she announced. Darkwing gulped.
"Reach for the sky, duck!", Carmelita commanded. "You are under arrest for theft.", she said, slapping the cuffs on the masked mallard.
"Here we go again.", said Launchpad. "I'll get the bail money.", he said with a sigh, as Carmelita dragged his friend to jail.
