You're probably confused with my first story, if you're wondering I don't know what the heck it means either, I had trouble with uploading a document. Oh well. Here's the story.

It's a dark and stormy night in the cramped city of Tokyo, Japan. Sly is trying to steal a book. A book that belonged to Carmelita. It was how she always found him. Hidden in that book was a tracker. The device would track Sly no matter where he went. He reached out and grabbed the small device. "Hey you thevius…raccoon…us…Stop right there!" shouted a voice. Of course…Carmelita. "Get your hand of that. It's a Mac!" Sly said "it's a Mac? Oh cruddy-cruds!" He left quickly. "Ah… he didn't steal anything… I don't care." "Wait! He stole my Dell tracker! No wait, that piece of junk, I don't care."

Sly and Murray and Bentley were in that van of their's. Murray asked with a mouth full of chicken: "so, did you steal something good?" "Yup" Sly said, "this tracker." "Wow," said Bentley. "That is grea-" BLAM! The tracker blew up. "Oh Cruddy-cruds"