Sly had a bit of trouble getting what he needed to fix those bites on his hands... after all, being famous the world over as a master thief means that you can't just waltz into a drug store and buy something... you've got to disguise yourself before you do that. The problem was that Sly wasn't willing to take the time to disguise himself; the centipede bites were getting more and more painful. "What to do... what to do? Hold on a minute... I know!" A few minutes later, a raccoon walked into a drug store. It happened to be Sly, but nobody realized it. The reason was that he'd removed his mask, taken off his hat, and stashed his cane away with them in an nearby alleyway.

"That was easy... but not exactly my style, and it wouldn't have fooled Inspector Carmelita. Still, it got the job done." Sly wondered how people could be so oblivious sometimes. He didn't think about it for long though... he decided to instead get to work on those centipede bites. Several minutes later, his hands were starting to feel better and the increase in their swelling began to slow down. "I guess I'll still have to wait a while before I can open that box... the suspense is killing me!" Of course, Sly was using an expression.

It took several hours for the swelling and the pain in Sly's hands to go away, and Sly knew better than to wait around in that alley... considering there was a police station just down the block. He was about halfway back to his home when Sly decided it was finally time to open the box. However, when he opened the box, he got a rude shock. "What... THIS is what I did all that work for? Is this someone's idea of a joke?" The "treasure" was nothing more than a bunch of old toys for children to play with!

"Looks like that plaque describing the map was right after all... now I'm REALLY glad that nobody saw me trying to find this!" Sly closed the box up and continue on his way home. It was late at night as he was passing through an alleyway very close to home, and Sly decided to get rid of the box. "Goodbye and good riddance..." Sly tossed the box away, and it bounced off the wall of the alleyway and landed on top of a closed dumpster. "Well, that's that... this is one adventure I'm NOT going to write into the family book." Sly continued out of the alleyway, unaware that the noise the box had made had been noticed by someone.

"What was that noise? I don't know who made it, but I'm going to give them a piece of my mind!" A young fox living in an apartment that had a window overlooking the alleyway (which was open at the time) had been awoken from his sleep by the noise, and he made his way to the window to see who had made the noise. "How annoying... no point in yelling at whoever it was... whoever it was, they've just turned the corner and I really want to get back to sleep. Hmm? What's that on top of the dumpster? It looks like a box... and it's in pretty good condition. Maybe that's what made the noise. Well, no point in leaving it to be crushed when the trash truck comes in the morning. Might as well go get it..."

A few minutes later, the young fox was in the alleyway, standing in front of the dumpster. He had gotten dressed, and he was examining the box closely. "Looks pretty old... might be worth something, and even if it isn't, I can still use it for something. Wait a minute... this box doesn't feel empty..." The young fox decided to open the box and look inside. He saw the same thing that Sly had... but instead of being annoyed, he stared in surprise and then... he started to chuckle. "I can't believe this... I just can't believe this! This is too good to be true!" The fox started to head back to his apartment with the box and its contents in hand. "I might be wrong, but if that book on antiques says that some of these toys are what I think they are..." The young fox started to chuckle again... thinking of whoever had tossed away the box, and the mistake they might have made in doing so.