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Chapter 4:The Next Day
The next day Sly awoke to find that he was covered in red paint that was starting to chip, or so he thought.
"Eww!! Gro-oss!"Sly screamed. He got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.
"Now to get this paint off me." Sly said to himself. "Wait a minute."He chipped off some of the "paint". He put in his mouth and chewed on it.Then to his horror he realized what had just happened.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! This is nose blood!!! Eeewwwwwwww!!!!!!!" Sly screamed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He then turned the faucet, drank some of the water, spat it out, and repeated for 10 minutes. Once he calmed down, he picked up a bar of soap.
"Now to get this...bl-bl-blood of off me." Sly said as he brought the soap to his face. After he began washing, his fur started to fall out, to his shock.
"No! I can't be shedding! It's not even November!" Sly wailed."How can I go to work like...this? B-b-b-but I have to be a good employee!"
Before Sly could go to work, he had to disgiuse his embarassing bald spots.
First, he tried to glue the fur back on to his face. It got all sticky and crumbs and food got stuck to his face while the food and stuff stayed and the fur and glue fell out.
Sly growled as he tried making "patches" of the fallen fur. Those made even more fur fall out.
"No!" Sly exclaimed."This is terrible!" Then he got an idea. He wrapped himself in everything he could find-jackets,scarves,gloves,toilet paper,you name it.Sly walked outside and began the long trail to work. He was too warm and started to sweat. It was still in the 80s Fahrenheit.
He made it to the police staion. As he walked through the doors, it was a burst of laughter that could be heard around the world. As a joke, Steve sneaked up behind Sly, and ripped off some of the scarves.
What followed with the rest of Sly's co-workers seeing him in this awkward state made them shout, some cry, with laughter.
"WHY-W-WHY! WHY-WHY WHY-WHY-WHY!?!?!?!?!" Sly screamed as he ran outside. He ran all the way home.
Later, he decided to go to the doctor. He scheduled his appointment. It was in 5 minutes. He left to go to the hospital. Two hours later, he made it to the hospital.
"Your appointment, sir?" The Receptionist asked.
"Mine was...a while ago." Sly wheezed.
"Oh, your that idi-person. Go through that door."
"Thanks!" Sly said as he walked out the door. "Wait a minute...something isn't right." Sly said as he looked at traffic. He then realized that he was lied to."I have been lied to!!!" Sly yelled as pedestrians looked at him. He stormed back inside the hospital and walked to the desk.
"How dare you! I demand an appointment!" Sly spat angrily.
"Sure.Walk right in."The Receptionist replied as he pointed to a door, smiling. Sly walked through the door.There was another door. "Are lying to me AGAIN!?" Sly screamed at the receptionist.The door opened and a doctor peaked out.
"Excuse me, is something wrong?"The Doctor asked. "Oh.There you are." Sly said, embarassed.
"Walk over here, sir." The Doctor said. Sly walked into the office.
"Well, Mr. Cooper, it appears that what you is an allergic reation to soap you apparently used. Just use this ointment every day before you go to bed for 2 weeks, okay?" Sly nodded.
When he got home, he walked to the bathroom and opened the bottle.
"Good-bye, allergy related shedding!" Sly said as he rubbed the ointment. It burned.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT BURNS!!!!!" Sly screamed. To his instant horror, his hands were stuck to his face.
Then the chain of events began.Sly,too scared to know what was going on, ran through the window of his apartment, and fell into a dumpster. Then the garbage truck came and picked up the dumpster. With Sly inside, the truck drove to the local dump.
Sly, who was still struggling with hands, still screaming, and getting out of the landfill, made his way to the nearby hospital, which was conviently a block away.
When he got there he burst through the doors.
"Somebody HELP ME!!!!" Sly screamed. Almost instantly, his hands were flailing away from his face.
"Somebody help him!" a nurse yelled.
"What's wrong?"a doctor asked.
Sly, who was covered in garbage, looked at his handsand face. His hands were free and the ointment was gone.
"Uhh, hands, stuck, face-NOTHING,OKAY!!!"Sly shrieked.He awkwardly ran outside yelling "WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY!!!" and tripped once.
Do two bad days make a good day? Well, do two rights make a left? Of course not! But will this be different? Probably not, the title, Chapter 5: The "Good" Day could be a reverse-reverser. Coming soon.