A/N: I really hated the original ending, which had some loose ends and some plot holes in it. Plus, I, as well as others, don't like the idea of Sly being dead and his clone taking his place. So I have redone the ending in the original version before I decided to half-ass things. –NS

Setting Things Straight

Sly entered Bentley and Penelope's lab.

"Bentley," Sly asked. "Have you completed your time machine yet?"

Bentley began stuttering, as if he had an answer that he couldn't say.

"Of course he did," Penelope said. "Didn't he tell you? He finished it two weeks ago."

"Bentley?" Sly said, in a serious, 'what did you do?' voice. "You could've saved me!"

"Sorry Sly," Bentley said. "The reason I didn't bother to tell anyone is because none of us can go back in time to when we were alive, so that means we can only go back in time to before we were born and into the future to after when we pass away."

Suddenly, Sly perked up. To other people, this would be considered bad news. 'I smell a loop hole!'

"Bentley, you can't, but I can!" Sly jumped up.

"No you can't!" Bentley said. "Your alive!"

"Yeah, but I'm NOT the Sly Cooper; technically, I was born when you cloned me!"

Bentley's frown turned upside down. There was a gleam in his eyes.

"That mean's that you can stop yourself from dying, and nobody would have any memory of this because then you never died! But then…" he face gave a half frown, "…then that means you, I mean the present you, won't exist."

"Technically Bent, I'll still exist, just not as a clone. Just get me to the night I died."

Bentley motioned Sly into the time machine.

"I'll give you about fifteen minutes before the event, around the time the assassin reached your apartment, and I'll even send you to outside the complex to give a Cooper face crunching welcome! Ready?"

"Ready! Now beam me up Scottie!" Sly said. "See ya!"

"See ya!" Penelope waved.

Suddenly in a flash of blue lightning, Sly disappeared.

Sly found himself on a dark Parisian night. He was on a rooftop, facing across the ravine that was bottomed with a street towards the apartment complex. It was Carmelita's apartment. Looking around, he could see a wolf in all black, almost ninja like, climbing up the drainpipe to the balcony. Sly, cane in hand, hooked his cane on a wire that stretched to the apartment and slid along it. He quickly caught up on the assassin on the balcony as he tried to force the lock to the door.

Sly was awoken by the sound of a struggle outside.

"What the?" he said. "Carmelita? Wake up!"

"What is it?" she said in a drowsy state.

"I think something's going on outside," he replied. "I'm gonna check it out."

"I'm sure it's nothing, now come back to bed," but Sly was already in the hall to the living room.

As he entered the living room, he was jumped. He was thrown to the ground. As he looked up, he was staring down the barrel of a gun. But just before the assassin could fire, he was suddenly hit in the side of the head with a flying wine bottle. The assassin fell to the ground, knocked unconscious. Sly on the other was fortunate to catch the still intact wine bottle that bounced off of the assassin's head. He got up and looked for whoever threw the bottle.

"What's going on?" Carmelita yelled out in concern.

"Everything's alright! Just some burglar," replied a mysterious but familiar voice.

Sly turned his head in the direction of the voice, to see coming out of the shadows was himself!

"Who are you?" Sly said, making sure that Carmelita didn't hear.

"I'm you, well I'm sort of you," the stranger said. "I'm you by DNA and personality, but not by heart. It's just that now that you're not dead, I have no purpose to be in this world, except to be the real Sly Cooper."

"SLY?" Carmelita said.

The stranger looked in the direction of the bedroom and then back towards Sly.

"Don't blow it with her," he said with a smile.

Suddenly, the stranger began to fade, becoming transparent, until he completely disappeared.

"Sly? What the hell happened!" Carmelita said, entering the room in a robe.

"I don't know, but at least his skull didn't bust the bottle we were saving," Sly said, as he handcuffed the unconscious assassin.

'Oh, I'll be sure to do my best not to blow it with her!'

What happens afterwards is for another time, another story. So there you go. You've read the REAL ending. It's happy, though yet a little sad, so go ahead, get off your computer, and go outside, because this is:

THE END!