Sly had just finished gathering what he needed for the journey he was able to embark on ito find the treasure. "Well, that's pretty much everything. Hmm... still I should make a final check before I leave. Cane... check. Family book... check. Treasure map... check. Food... check. That's everything." Sly was being a bit silly of course; forgetting to take his cane with him was an impossibility, and the map was essential for obvious reasons. "Well, time to go... wonder if I'll meet Carmelita along the way..." Sly didn't get his hopes up, since he doubted that Interpol would have been notified of the theft of the map, seeing as it had apparently been assumed to be a mere toy. He should have realized that as naive as the people around the area had been, they would still have contacted law enforcement. After all, being naive is one thing, but Sly just hadn't be able to resist leaving his calling card behind at the scene... force of habit.
"I don't understand, sir. Sure we know that it was Sly Cooper who broke into that museum, but why bother Inspector Fox? All that was taken was a toy treasure map!" The captain sighed, and thought to himself: "If I needed proof stupidity was contagious, this would be a perfect example." Rather than waste time explaining why he wanted the young rookie standing in his office to notify Inspector Fox about this development, he said sternly: "That's a order! Now if you're not out of here in 10 seconds, I'll give you latrine duty for a week!" "Latrine duty? We don't have latrine duty... for that matter, we don't have latrines!" The captain slapped his face in disgust and annoyance. For a moment he'd forgotten that it had been 10 years since he'd been in the army. "Just go... and don't mention this to anybody!" The rookie left, and the captain thought to himself: "Perhaps I should take a vacation... a very LONG vacation."
It was a half-hour before Inspector Carmelita showed up. "What on earth took you so long!" "Sir, you should know by now that the rookies take orders given by their superiors a bit too literally. First..." The captain realized where this was heading, and quickly headed Carmelita off. "Never mind that, Inspector. Now despite what it appears..." "What, that Cooper stole nothing more than a toy treasure map? Sir, you and I both know that "stupid" is not a word you'll find in anybody's description of Cooper. Unlike some of the people around the area where the crime took place..." The captain didn't reprimand her for this comment, as he thought the same thing about the people around the area. He had also been told about the "world famous" diamond, and learned exactly WHY it was famous around the world.
"So you realize what's at stake here, and what will happen if Sly Cooper suceeds?" "That depends on whether or not there is actually any treasure to find at the end of his journey, sir. However, I know that if there is actually a treasure waiting if he follows that map, there's a good chance that I won't get another chance to arrest him... but I don't have any intention of letting him get that far in the first place!" As Carmelita turned to leave, the captain asked: "How are you going to find Cooper? We don't have any photographs of the map, so what makes you so sure you'll be able to find him BEFORE he gets to the treasure?" "Simple really... there is a picture of the map. The only problem is that it's in the horrific monstrosity that the museum calls a brochure." "When you get back Inspector, you're getting a day off regardless of whether or not you actually catch Cooper." "What's that supposed to mean! You think that I can't catch Cooper!" "No... I mean that you'll probably need that long to recover from looking at the brochure constantly. "So you've seen it?" "No... but that's what I heard is that it's the amount of time that everybody who reads it needs to get over the splitting headache looking at it gives them."
Carmelita went back to her office and took another look at the brochure for several minutes. "I don't think the captain was joking about that day off..." Yes, the brochure was THAT UGLY. If the looks of something could kill, the brochure from that museum would have the killing potential of a nuke... or the plague. "When I do arrest Cooper, maybe I should make him look at this brochure for a while... no, Cooper can be annoying, but I don"t think I could do something like that to anyone and live with myself." Carmelita quickly closed the brochure, picked up her shock pistol, and headed out of her office for her vehicle.
Sly had run into a slight problem... okay, a big problem. "Figures... "Turn right at the dead oak tree and walk 50 paces." That wouldn't be a problem... except that there's a dozen dead oak trees here!" After several minutes, Sly decided to just pick one of the trees at random and then follow the directions. Fortunately, he had chosen the right tree... unfortunately time and the nearby river had worn away the land. The end result was that Sly ended up losing his balance and rolling down a hill... and at the bottom of the hill were stones that had been carried there by the river when it had flooded in the past. "That was fun... as fun as that heist two months ago..." The heist Sly was referring to was one which had involved a security system consisting of lasers, spotlights, and about 3 dozen guards with motion detectors. It would have been fun if Sly had known the part about the motion detectors BEFORE the heist.
Several hours later, Sly found himself at a cliff... one about 20 feet tall. Fortunately there appeared to be plenty of ledges to jump upon to get to the top. "Now this is more like it! Let's see... "Climb to the top of the cliff, and walk 100 paces forward. Then turn and walk 50 paces right, turn and walk 50 paces right from there, and finally turn and walk 50 paces right from there." Seems simple enough." Sly got to the top of the cliff and started to follow the instructions. He was about to turn right and walk 50 paces for the last time when he realized something. "Wait a minute... I walked right through that spot when I walked 100 paces forward! What kind of directions are these?" "I wouldn't worry about that Cooper... the only direction you're going to be headed in next is the direction of the nearest jail cell!"
