Sly walked out to the parking lot to his scooter. He put the hammer in the glove compartment that he added himself. It was a basket at the front like on a bicycle. He put the key in the ignition. It wouldn't start. He tried again. It just wouldn't start. If he wasn't so quick to jump to conclusions,he would have noticed that he used the wrong key. Out of two keys.
"No no NO!" Sly roared as he kicked over the scooter. He then noticed that the wrong key was in the wrong place. With silent rage he put the right key in the keyhole. He drove back to the police station.
"I have retuned with the hammer!" Sly announced triumphantly. Nobody cheered except Sly, who had his arms up in victory, making fake cheering sounds and saying things like "Yay", "Woo-hoo", or "Go, Sly!".
Then. after three tedious minutes, Sly fixed the coffee machine. Then, he left for home.
To Sly, home was a cheesy 20-dollars-a-month apartment across town with three rooms: a bathroom ( a toilet and a sink), a bedroom (which was basically a bed) and a kitchen (if you count a microwave and a 2-by-2 feet table as kitchen). When Sly got home,he read his mail. He threw most of it out because it was from either a "Bentley", "Penelope", or "Murray" that Sly "didn't know".
Sly then had his usual dinner of leftover pizza from the police station. Then he had some peanut butter from a jar that he ate with his bare hands.
Then the phone rang. He was too scared to pick answer fearing it might be one of his former friends. But it could be someone from the station. Or it could be the "mystery people" again!
"Hang up, hang up!" Sly demanded. Whoever was calling hung up.
"That's it.It is time to end this." Sly said. He picked up the phone and called his phone service.
"Hello? This is Sly Cooper. I would like to disconnect my phone service, but still have internet, please"
Sly said.
"I'm sorry sir, but we can't do that." The Phone Attendant said.
"Oh. Are you sure?" Sly asked.
"Yes."
"Please?"
"No."
"Aw, come on! I'll be your friend! I'll give you a job! I know you've always wanted one of those! Or how about some peanut butter! It's still good!" Sly screamed.
"Aren't you the thief?" The attendant asked.
"NO!" Sly said as he hung up. "He's DEAD!"
"Stupid jerk. It's all Bentley's fault!" Sly whined. "I am going to send him an angry Dear Bentley,
I dislike you. Stop talking to me. Jerk! You're a bad person!
Your friend,
Sly
Will tomorrow be a better day? Probably not, with a title like Chapter 3: The Bad Day! Coming soon!