Big Uneasy
"So where are you from?" Maria asked at the dinner table.
"I'm from Paris," Sly said. "Or at least from a farm just outside of Paris. And then I moved into Paris when I was old enough to live on my own. Or that's at least what my dossier says."
"Sly's still recovering from amnesia from nearly a month ago," Carmelita said, trying to make Sly's comment sound more realistic.
"Really," Juan said, he still had an un-amused look on his face.
"So tell me," Maria butted in, casting an evil eye at her husband. "So how did you two meet?"
"Uh well, I can remember starting off as her partner, becoming her equal when I was promoted to Inspector," Sly said, taking a bite out of the lasagna he had on his plate.
"Anyway," Carmelita said, noticing her father giving a skeptical look. "There was this jailbreak at headquarters and they got away, but not before Sly here got in pursuit of them by motorcycle."
"And the last thing I can remember about that chase was a guy firing off a bazooka," Sly said. "And then I remember waking up in the hospital in the intensive care ward a day later."
"That's horrible!" Maria said.
"Anyway, then he made a full recovery and asked me to the police ball," Carmelita said. "And the rest is history."
"How come you didn't go with anyone else Carmelita?" Juan said.
"JUAN!" Maria scolded.
"Because sir, I wasn't like all those other morons who keep their brain in their pants," Sly said.
"What he said pretty much," Carmelita shrugged. "He was one of the only guys in my department who didn't sexually harass their co-workers who had the guts to ask me out despite knowing I might say no."
"Please excuse me," Juan said, getting out of his seat and leaving the room.
"You'll have to forgive him, he hasn't been himself lately," Maria said.
'I'd hate to know the real him in a dark alley' Sly thought.
"It's okay Mrs. Fox," Sly said.
"Please, call me Maria."
Meanwhile, out in the front yard, Juan snuck out to Sly's car, and carefully picking the lock, managed to open the door. There didn't seem to be anything incriminating in there, just some non-standard features, including satellite radio and navigation console. He checked the CD organizer sitting in the basket on the center dash. Nothing there. 'Hm, maybe this Cooper guy is a reformed man.' And then he accidentally hit one of the buttons for the monitor on the dash and on it was the Cooper Gang logo. 'Or maybe he's pullin' the wool o'er my eyes!'