Tales of Mowbury

Legal Whathaveyou - Sly Cooper and related characters are owned by Sucker Punch. All by Myself is Eric Carmen's. Nee owns only a love for the readers and of course the story itself. Yay! Nee's back in Mowbury. And it still smells like biscuits and gravy.

Kajo - Wow so long since this got posted, Nee's forgotten how Nee was going to answer this review. Hope you okay from the choking and thank for liking the story.

Sly'sCarmelita22 - Nee guessed nobody had try this before and Nee wanted to do a love scene between the two, but Nee can't do regular romance so the tainted love those two share had to be written this way. Thank you.

Zankira - Well, we all get caught up in Sly's story, some people forget there are other characters, so it's nice to brake the mould. Nee likes it in your work when you work with secondary characters. And keep characters in character is one of the most important things when handling other people characters.

erickdragon101 - Glad it creped someone else out E-drag. Who knows one day tales of Mowbury may play Broadway.

Sailor-Capricorn - Ahh thanks for saying that SC, although Nee thinks you'll find your first story was better than you think.

Chapter 2 - All on My Own

Sounds of misery and suffering echoed through the dark, malicious cells of HM Mowbury maximize security prison. No one, who had ever darkened the doorways of this sinister home for the damned, had a sufficient vocabulary to describe the sheer horror that those sounds invoked. The only words that came close were... Oh God, it's Monday! For, you see, Monday is the day Sir Raleigh the Frog meets up with Mz. Ruby.

"Oh Mah Gawd!" The former muscle of the Fiendish Five and current resident of an adjacent cell, Muggshot, said as he stared across the wing. "That's disgustin'! Ya'd think if it were easy getting that Cooper Hatin' junk, it'd be easy ta get herself some frigging curtains... That's not supposed ta bend like that, is it?" He looked back at the dark mound lying on the lower bunk of the cage.

"Wise man once say, You do not have to watch idiot." A disinterested Panda King said, eyes not leaving the book he was reading for a second. Not even when the bulldog moved to strike him.

"Who you callin' Idiot... Fat Boy?"

"Try it. We see how your mere muscle matches up to the power of FLAME-FU." The panda licked his thumb and turned the page.

"AHH you ain't worth going to da hole for..." Muggshot sat back down on the stool in the middle of the cell, glaring white-hot death at his cellmate until a loud snap from Mz. Ruby's cell caught his attention "Uh-oh... Err, I don't think Ruby or Raleigh will be joining us for Poker Night... In fact, I'm pretty sure someone should get da doc down 'ere..."

"I too, shall not be at Poker Night..." Putting the book to one side and moving his massive frame off the bunk, the Panda King, face as unreadable as ever, made his way to the cage door.

"Wha! But... but... it's Poker Night!"

"I am to be with Nicholas this evening listening to Elton John albums. Besides, there is no honour in Poker." The bear did not look back at the pleading Muggshot. Poker was his only pleasure inside. Like most of the Five, with the exception of Ruby, the gun-loving bulldog's henchmen were not loyal enough to their former boss to send money to ease the pain of being incarcerated.

"Fine! Who needs ya?" Said Muggshot trying to mask his disappointment. "I always said I wan'ed a private cell! And another thing, HEY!" The Panda King had already disappeared. The Bulldog ran out on to the wing, only to be met by nothing but the continuing sounds of Ruby and Raleigh' carrying ons. In a short fit of rage, the dog screamed in no particular direction. "TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND HE CAN TAKE HIS TIME, I GONNA BE CRAZY PARTY FREAKIN' IN 'MY' CELL AND I DON'T WANT YOU AROUND SMARKIN' IT UP!"

The wing fell silent. This is the reason only the other members of the Five played poker with the mutt. If things don't go his way, he loses it. Seconds after the outburst, the rest of the inmates went back to their own business and Muggshot went back to his cell, slamming the door shut. He sat back down on his stool just as the lights flickered out... Death Row just got one prisoner shorter. Sitting alone in the darkness, Muggshot's miniscule brain was his only company. The last time he had spoke to that little voice inside his head was way back when he was just a small-time hood, it had told him not to join Clockwerk's scheme.

"It's all Cooper 'n' Clockwerk's fault. I woz doin' just fine till I heard those names. Hell, I woz havin' the time of my life!" The cells lights switched to the emergency power supply creating a sort of spotlight effect on Muggshot's blemished facial features. "Then that iron bird showed up with nothing but empty promises and a life sentence. I told him I weren't a team player...

When this begun
I was my own damn Boss
All I had to do was shoot ma gun
N' I never suffered any loss

Liked it alone
Beating on all the jerks I knew
But then I got Clockwork on the phone
Offerin' a job or two

Whack some old guy
He tolded me
Whack some old guy, named Cooperrr
Whack some old guy
With the rest of the five,
I whack some old guy, named Cooperrr

Clockwork use just one claw
To make sure Cooper was no more
His son watched from behind a door
As we left daddy on the floor

Dead and Buried
I thought it was
Dead and Buried, but it weren't
Dead and Buried
The kid couldn't leave it
Dead and Buried, like his old man

He track us down
To take back some dusty book
Tore up my self-made town
And then beat me with that hook

All on my own
I was better
All on my own, Yes I was
All on my own
If only I'd stayed
All on my own, I wouldn't be 'ere

"Hey! Quit ya howling, you miserable MUTT! Ya killing the mood." Ms, Ruby yelled from across the prison in her usual 'sophisticated' manner. "Can't you see what me 'n' my Hubblely Bubblely are trying to do in 'ere?"

All on my own
I was better
All on my own, Yes I was
All on my own
If only I'd stayed
All on my own, I wouldn't be 'ere

"Really!" Muggshot's continued warbling forced the humungous croc to throw a pillow over her head. She looked down to her partner. "Don't anyone 'round here respect others feelin's, hey Raleigh?"

"My dear, I haven't felt anything since that snap a while ago."

Just to let people know, Nee's away from 13th August to 27th August. Nee will try to post a update of Deadmen Tell No Tales on the 27th but make no promises Nee can't keep.