NOTES- Pepsi is property of PepsiCo. K-Mart is property of K-Mart Corporation.
CHAPTER FOUR- Surprises Await
Later.....
Casey awoke while everyone else slept. He immediately got up and set to work cleaning up Sly's messy hideout. He gathered up all the dirty clothing on the floor and took it out to the washing machine.
He then picked up all the empty beer cans and food containers and disposed of them. He now turned his attention to the kitchen, rounding up all the filthy dishes and washing them.
Sly now wakes up. He is completely nude. "W-where's my clothes?" He asks with a shiver.
"I've washed them for you," said Casey. "They should be dry shortly." Just then, a buzzer goes off. The bird races to the dryer. He returns with Sly's familiar blue costume, neatly folded, as well as underwear and socks.
The raccoon smiled as he put on the warm clothing. "Thank you."
"It's no problem," Casey said. "I've also polished your boots and waxed your cane."
"Wow," said Sly. "Why have you done all this?"
"You shouldn't have to live with such a mess," the bird responded. "I'm also cooking you lunch."
"Is that what I think it is?" Sly asked, sniffing the air.
"Yep," said Casey. "I've used some of the trash and rotting food out here to make you a raccoon feast."
"Wow," said Sly. "you're so nice."
"What is that God-awful smell?!" Bentley said as he emerged from his room.
"I'm cooking up some nice rotten garbage for my new friend Sly," Casey said.
"I don't want him eating garbage," said Bentley. "It's so unsanitary."
"Well, that's what raccoons like," Casey said to the turtle. "He doesn't keep you from eating.....whatever it is turtles eat."
"Yeah," Sly sad. "This is my house. I eat what I want."
"It's all ready, Sly," Casey then said.
"Oh boy," Sly said as he hurried out to the kitchen.
Casey served Sly some food and then got himself some. The two then sat down at the table.
Sly takes a bite of the foo. "This is great. How did you know I'd like this?"
"Well, I was raised by a family of raccoons," Casey replied. "They ate stuff like this all the time."
"So, what became of your real family?" Sly then asked. "If you don't mind me asking."
"No, it's OK," Casey responded. "My real parents abandoned me when I was three. A kindly raccoon couple then took me in and raised me."
"Oh," said Sly as he finished his food. "May I have some more?"
"Sure," said Casey as he took Sly's dish and gave him more food. "There's plenty." Casey then returns to his seat.
Murray awakes, comes out to the kitchen and helps himself to some of what Casey had cooked.
"Don't you have any manners?" Sly asked, watching the hippo devouring the food.
"Oh," Murray said with his mouth full. "Can I have some?"
"It's no problem, Sly," said Casey. "As I said, there's plenty."
Bentley comes out to the kitchen and makes himself a sandwich. He then grabs a Pepsi and settles down at the computer.
Veronica now wakes up and emerges from Sly's room wearing one of Sly's shirts.
"Hello, beautiful," Casey said upon spotting her.
"Hey there," She said, joining Casey and Sly in the kitchen.
"I've made some lunch," Casey then said. "You're welcome to some."
Veronica stared into the pot on the stove. "Eww. What is this?"
"I cooked up all the rotting trash that was lying around the kitchen," said Casey. "This is a favorite dish of raccoons."
"I think I'll pass," Veronica said, sitting down on the couch and turning on the television.
Elsewhere....
Andy Clark was not happy as he hid in the bushes just outside of Sly's hideout. His fox friend Henry had burst into his bedroom at two in the morning and woke him from a sound sleep screaming something about a little red bird and a stolen emerald.
It seemed that someone had broken into Henry's home and stolen his family heirloom, the Fox Emerald, and he apparently required Andy's assistance in helping him track down the thief.
The two of them had tracked the apparent robber across the world and now awaited nightfall to sneak into this location and steal back the fox's prized possession.
"You know, we don't have to be so secretive," Andy said to his friend. "Sly and I are good friends. I'm sure he'll understand the situation....."
"Shhh!!" warned the fox. "Someone might hear us!"
"No one's going to hear us, Henry," Andy said. "We're in the middle of nowhere!"
"Be quiet!" Henry then ordered. "We must use stealth and cunning to return the Fox Emerald to its rightful owner."
"Emerald?" the raccoon responded with a laugh. "That thing's just a stupid piece of glass!"
"I'll have you know that 'stupid piece of glass' has been in my family for generations!" the fox said, outraged.
"It has not!" said Andy. "You got that thing out of the prize grabber machine at K-Mart when we were ten years old. I was with you that day. This whole trip is so stupid!"
"But I spent my whole allowance to win it! I can't let some stupid bird make off with it. Now get down! We must stick to our plan."
"Screw your plan," Andy said, emerging from the bushes. "I'm going in there." He started toward Sly's hideout.
"But they'll murder us both for sure!" Henry warned. "Anyone who would steal my prized emerald must surely be pure evil."
"You're so full of crap, fox!" Andy said as he stepped up to the doorway of Sly's house and prepared to knock on the door.
CHAPTER FOUR- Surprises Await
Later.....
Casey awoke while everyone else slept. He immediately got up and set to work cleaning up Sly's messy hideout. He gathered up all the dirty clothing on the floor and took it out to the washing machine.
He then picked up all the empty beer cans and food containers and disposed of them. He now turned his attention to the kitchen, rounding up all the filthy dishes and washing them.
Sly now wakes up. He is completely nude. "W-where's my clothes?" He asks with a shiver.
"I've washed them for you," said Casey. "They should be dry shortly." Just then, a buzzer goes off. The bird races to the dryer. He returns with Sly's familiar blue costume, neatly folded, as well as underwear and socks.
The raccoon smiled as he put on the warm clothing. "Thank you."
"It's no problem," Casey said. "I've also polished your boots and waxed your cane."
"Wow," said Sly. "Why have you done all this?"
"You shouldn't have to live with such a mess," the bird responded. "I'm also cooking you lunch."
"Is that what I think it is?" Sly asked, sniffing the air.
"Yep," said Casey. "I've used some of the trash and rotting food out here to make you a raccoon feast."
"Wow," said Sly. "you're so nice."
"What is that God-awful smell?!" Bentley said as he emerged from his room.
"I'm cooking up some nice rotten garbage for my new friend Sly," Casey said.
"I don't want him eating garbage," said Bentley. "It's so unsanitary."
"Well, that's what raccoons like," Casey said to the turtle. "He doesn't keep you from eating.....whatever it is turtles eat."
"Yeah," Sly sad. "This is my house. I eat what I want."
"It's all ready, Sly," Casey then said.
"Oh boy," Sly said as he hurried out to the kitchen.
Casey served Sly some food and then got himself some. The two then sat down at the table.
Sly takes a bite of the foo. "This is great. How did you know I'd like this?"
"Well, I was raised by a family of raccoons," Casey replied. "They ate stuff like this all the time."
"So, what became of your real family?" Sly then asked. "If you don't mind me asking."
"No, it's OK," Casey responded. "My real parents abandoned me when I was three. A kindly raccoon couple then took me in and raised me."
"Oh," said Sly as he finished his food. "May I have some more?"
"Sure," said Casey as he took Sly's dish and gave him more food. "There's plenty." Casey then returns to his seat.
Murray awakes, comes out to the kitchen and helps himself to some of what Casey had cooked.
"Don't you have any manners?" Sly asked, watching the hippo devouring the food.
"Oh," Murray said with his mouth full. "Can I have some?"
"It's no problem, Sly," said Casey. "As I said, there's plenty."
Bentley comes out to the kitchen and makes himself a sandwich. He then grabs a Pepsi and settles down at the computer.
Veronica now wakes up and emerges from Sly's room wearing one of Sly's shirts.
"Hello, beautiful," Casey said upon spotting her.
"Hey there," She said, joining Casey and Sly in the kitchen.
"I've made some lunch," Casey then said. "You're welcome to some."
Veronica stared into the pot on the stove. "Eww. What is this?"
"I cooked up all the rotting trash that was lying around the kitchen," said Casey. "This is a favorite dish of raccoons."
"I think I'll pass," Veronica said, sitting down on the couch and turning on the television.
Elsewhere....
Andy Clark was not happy as he hid in the bushes just outside of Sly's hideout. His fox friend Henry had burst into his bedroom at two in the morning and woke him from a sound sleep screaming something about a little red bird and a stolen emerald.
It seemed that someone had broken into Henry's home and stolen his family heirloom, the Fox Emerald, and he apparently required Andy's assistance in helping him track down the thief.
The two of them had tracked the apparent robber across the world and now awaited nightfall to sneak into this location and steal back the fox's prized possession.
"You know, we don't have to be so secretive," Andy said to his friend. "Sly and I are good friends. I'm sure he'll understand the situation....."
"Shhh!!" warned the fox. "Someone might hear us!"
"No one's going to hear us, Henry," Andy said. "We're in the middle of nowhere!"
"Be quiet!" Henry then ordered. "We must use stealth and cunning to return the Fox Emerald to its rightful owner."
"Emerald?" the raccoon responded with a laugh. "That thing's just a stupid piece of glass!"
"I'll have you know that 'stupid piece of glass' has been in my family for generations!" the fox said, outraged.
"It has not!" said Andy. "You got that thing out of the prize grabber machine at K-Mart when we were ten years old. I was with you that day. This whole trip is so stupid!"
"But I spent my whole allowance to win it! I can't let some stupid bird make off with it. Now get down! We must stick to our plan."
"Screw your plan," Andy said, emerging from the bushes. "I'm going in there." He started toward Sly's hideout.
"But they'll murder us both for sure!" Henry warned. "Anyone who would steal my prized emerald must surely be pure evil."
"You're so full of crap, fox!" Andy said as he stepped up to the doorway of Sly's house and prepared to knock on the door.