Sly sulked on the corner of the roof over his poor burnt tail. It was then that he decided one thing. That shock pistol was going down.
The next night
Quietly he snuck into the apartment and into Carmelita's room. (He's snuck in so many times he knows the apartments layout. Kinda sad really…) Sly reached as carefully as he could under her pillow. He could feel the sweat coming down his brow.
"You're going down Sly!" Carmelita screamed out. She shot at the wall several times before laying peacefully back in bed. Sly laughed nervously. She shot at him in her sleep.
A lot more carefully than before he stole the shock pistol and ran away. He barely remembered to lock the door before he left. Wouldn't want any criminals coming and stealing her stuff.
The next next night '
"I'M GOING TO GET YOU RINGTAIL!" Carmelita yelled. She was furious. "YOU HAD BETTER GIVE BACK MY SHOCK PISTOL!"
"Why do you think I did it?" He asked innocently.
"Because you left your trademark card in its place." She told him dryly. Sly winced. He hadn't even realized that he had done that.
"Oops."
"Yeah, oops." Carmelita reached into her pocket and brought out a gun three times the size of the shock pistol. Sly felt his eyes get bigger. She aimed it at him and before he knew it he had a red blast the size of a bush coming at him. So he stood there and ended up looking like he was caught in the middle of an explosion.
Carmelita walked up to him with her hips moving coyly back and forth. She held her hand out. Sly reached into his pack and gave her the gun.
"I guess it's the lesser evil of the two." He said. She smirked and walked away.
"So you're not going to arrest me?" He yelled to her.
"I'm off hours raccoon." She waved at him without turning around. Sly stood there staring until she was out of sight. Talk about foxy.