CHAPTER FIVE- Send In The Clowns
As Andy Clark and Sly Cooper were attempting to escape the evil scientist's secret compound, Matt Blizzard and Ross McGraw were just arriving at the scene.
"Is that Clark's van?" Ross asked, peering out of the side window of the car. "I told you we would be beaten here."
"Shut your face, chicken," Blizzard snapped. "We've got work to do." The two got out of the car, opened the trunk and gathered their tools to make a vain attempt at infiltrating the underground compound.
Ross stopped and stared toward Clark's getaway truck. "Come on!!" Matt shouted, grabbing the rooster by the shirt collar. The two then disappeared into the darkness.
After driving for almost two days straight, Tim Merriweather and his assistant Sam arrived.... someplace.
"Well, we've finally made it. The secret lair of the evil Dr. Roscoe should be just beneath us," Tim announced triumphantly.
"I thought his name was Roskov," Sam said, irritated. "And I don't think we're anywhere near his secret lair."
"What makes you say that?" Tim asked.
"All the buildings, the people. They look Chinese," Sam said, scanning their surroundings.
"Ethnic neighborhood?" Tim said.
"You drove us halfway around the flipping world, you idiot!" the badger snapped.
"But me map has never failed me before," the fox said, looking at the syrup-stained pancake restaurant place mat.
"That's NOT a map!!" Sam yelled, grabbing the place mat and tearing it to shreds. "I'm going to try and find out where exactly it is you drove us," the badger said, getting out of the car. "You stay here."
"But-" Tim whined. But it was too late. The fox's friend had already dashed off. Tim then shrugged and cranked up the car radio as he placed his feet up on the dashboard.
As Andy Clark and Sly Cooper were attempting to escape the evil scientist's secret compound, Matt Blizzard and Ross McGraw were just arriving at the scene.
"Is that Clark's van?" Ross asked, peering out of the side window of the car. "I told you we would be beaten here."
"Shut your face, chicken," Blizzard snapped. "We've got work to do." The two got out of the car, opened the trunk and gathered their tools to make a vain attempt at infiltrating the underground compound.
Ross stopped and stared toward Clark's getaway truck. "Come on!!" Matt shouted, grabbing the rooster by the shirt collar. The two then disappeared into the darkness.
After driving for almost two days straight, Tim Merriweather and his assistant Sam arrived.... someplace.
"Well, we've finally made it. The secret lair of the evil Dr. Roscoe should be just beneath us," Tim announced triumphantly.
"I thought his name was Roskov," Sam said, irritated. "And I don't think we're anywhere near his secret lair."
"What makes you say that?" Tim asked.
"All the buildings, the people. They look Chinese," Sam said, scanning their surroundings.
"Ethnic neighborhood?" Tim said.
"You drove us halfway around the flipping world, you idiot!" the badger snapped.
"But me map has never failed me before," the fox said, looking at the syrup-stained pancake restaurant place mat.
"That's NOT a map!!" Sam yelled, grabbing the place mat and tearing it to shreds. "I'm going to try and find out where exactly it is you drove us," the badger said, getting out of the car. "You stay here."
"But-" Tim whined. But it was too late. The fox's friend had already dashed off. Tim then shrugged and cranked up the car radio as he placed his feet up on the dashboard.