MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! I have destroyed the "Weird random guy who talks on cheap cartoons"! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Midnight: Actually you just bopped him on the head with a stick!
Grrrr…well he deserved it! Take my lines will he! Anyways, time to answer reviews!
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Purple Carnation- Yes, I'm VERY hyper! Maybe! Yeah you think the school would have done something! Low budget problems really. We'll just have to see about that!
Winged Sence- Yeah Felix, your right, she better hope she doesn't come across you! Don't worry Carmen I'm pretty sure Emily will be fine! Well, Winged, you'll just have to keep reading to find out! Heh heh.
Smashqueen- Uuuuh…well Faye ain't even in the story
Midnight: But we can try!
Be quiet Midnight. Here Faye, here's a doll that looks like Neyla that you can take your anger out on:Hands over Neyla doll: Woah weird about the names. Oh god. Monkeys aren't that bad! But :Backs away: I didn't say that! Midnight did!
Midnight: Did not!
:Shakes head: Well hope you two like the chapter!
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Searching for a way.
"Excuse me, where are the parents?" Carmelita asked, walking up to the front desk. "They're in the principal's office." A female mole said, who was wearing huge glasses and a blue dress. She pointed to a hall where the principal's office was.
Carmelita walked down the hall. Maybe I can find something about Emily's kidnapper from her parents. Carmelita thought.
"Hey, it's Carm-leata!" a voice said from up ahead. Carmelita looked up and saw Robert and Teslie.
"What are you guys doing here?" Carmelita asked. "Our parents picked us up on their way here!" Teslie said, "I guess you heard about Emily."
"Yes. Do you guys know anyone who might have wanted to kid-nap Emily?" Carmelita asked. "No, not that I know of." Teslie said.
Then the door to the principal's office opened and two adult white cats came out. One, the female, was crying and the other, a male, had a comforting arm around the female.
"Mom and dad." Teslie whispered to Carmelita. Carmelita had never seen Emily's parents before. When Carmelita first met Emily her parents were in India, meeting a sick aunt. Maybe I should atleast hold off the questions for now. Carmelita thought, looking at Emily's sobbing mother.
The family of cats started walking out of the school, Carmelita followed, talking to Teslie.
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"Do you see anything, Sly?" came Bentley's voice from the binocucom.
"Just a bunch of cops, and kids looking out the windows." Sly said. "Wait. There's some people coming out of the school!" Sly zoomed in with his binocucom. "Carmelita?" both Sly and Bentley said at the same time.
"And Teslie and Robert are with her." Sly said. "I'm guessing the other two are Emily's parents!" Bentley said.
As soon as that news report was shown the Cooper gang had rushed to "Le Franks". The Cooper van was hidden somewhere nearby, and Sly was on a lamp post behind a tree.
"I guess Carmelita was worried about Emily too." Sly said. "Maybe…"
"Maybe what, Sly?" Bentley said, "Wait your not going to say what I think your going to say!"
"What, get Carmelita to help us find Emily?" Sly said.
"I knew it. Listen, Sly, I know she cares about Emily too, but she wouldn't help us, no matter what!" Bentley said.
"Bentley, Carmelita's a good girl, I bet she would do anything to help find Emily!" Sly said. "Tonight, I'll sneak up to her office, and, humbly, ask her if she would like to help us find Emily!" Sly said, grinning.
"Why do you always think up death traps for yourself!" Bentley said.
"Guess I got a knack for it." Sly said.
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"Stom jong geitje! Dat weinig wit katje houdt schoppend me in het been!" Sandy yelled, stomping out of the room where the kids were kept.
"What she say?" Carleen asked. "She said, "Stupid kid! That little white kitten keeps kicking me in the leg!"." Cornelious said. The "kidnappers" were all seated on a couch watching an old TV, that kept flickering on and off.
"The white kitten gave us a bit of trouble, too." Grip said. "Ik haat jonge geitjes." Sandy said.
"I do too, but atleast we get a lot of money for kidnapping them!" Cornelious said.
"As soon as Neyla says that we can get rid of the brats, this will all pay off in more then money." Grip said, smirking.
"The kitten will be the first one to go." Carleen said.
"Ik ga akkoord." Sandy said.
"What she say?" Carleen ask.
"She said "I agree."." Cornelious said.
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Emily had made friends with all the little kids in only a half-hour. They were all nice but a lot were sad and scared and just wanted to be with their mom's and dad's again.
Every time the weird speaking cat would walk in Emily would kick her. The cat always slipped dropping the food and making all the other kids laugh, but the cat would get up before any of them could get to the door.
Since there was nothing to do Emily would get a game of "Tag" started up! The kids weren't as afraid as they use to be, but still.
"Emiwy?" the female bear, from before, said. "Yeah, Jwenny?" Emily said. All the kids were lying on the floor after a game of tag, and were just looking at the ceiling.
"Do you think we're going to get out of here?" Jenny asked. "Yeah, I bwet we awe! Swome time." Emily said. "I hope." Jenny said.
"Hey look! That looks like a bird!" one of the kids said, pointing to some of the chip paint in the ceiling.
"Whewe!" Emily said, looking around.
$&$
That night, the Interpol building was lit and buisy.
The many officers put on the job of the kidnappings were trying to figure out the case from the tips they got.
Carmelita was in her office pacing back and forth, thinking.
What do these kidnappers want with so many kids? Is it just for kicks? Or maybe…
A tap on the window startled her, breaking Carmelita out of her thinking.
Carmelita grabbed her shock pistol from her desk and ran over to her window, opening it. She looked around, pistol ready.
"Bonsoir, Madame !" A voice said to her right.
"Cooper!" Carmelita yelled. She jumped onto the ledge facing Sly. "Come to turn yourself in, Ringtail?" she said.
"Actually I'm here to talk about Emily." Sly said.
Carmelita lowered her shock pistol, but only by half a inch.
"Keep talking." She said.
"I know you care about Emily as much as I do, but I know we can find her faster if we work together!" Sly said.
"And why would I want to help you with anything?" Carmelita said.
"This is Emily we're talking about, we should at least put our differences aside for her sake!" Sly said.
Carmelita thought for a moment. "You're right, Cooper. Until Emily is back in safe hands, we'll work together." Then she glared at Sly, "You better not try anything funny, like last time, Ringtail!"
"Always with the name calling." Sly said. "Bentley thinks he's got a lead, but maybe you can ask some of your colleagues if they got anything."
"Hmmmm…we do know one person. She's sort of like a spy and she gives us tips on some of the surrounding criminals." Carmelita said.
"Really? She got a name?" Sly asked.
"Yeah, Rosin." Carmelita said.
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It was very late at night, about 12:49 p.m.
A small gray tavern in the grim downtown of Paris was still open. It was fashioned like an old medieval tavern, the only light coming from a fire in a medium sized fireplace.
The many small tables were made up of wood. Only a couple of people were at the tavern. At one of the tables two females, an eagle and a wolf, were whispering to each other, their voices were quick. Another customer was a male bulldog, sitting at the bar, drinking. The bar tender, who was busy wiping off mugs, glanced around once and awhile, almost expecting a huge fight to brake out even though there was practically no customers there. He was male pig with squinty eyes.
The last customer was a black female cat. She was sitting at a table in the very corner, sometimes taking a sip of her wine.
The door opened slowly. The two chatting females, the bulldog, and the old pig looked at the door. The cat merrily glanced at it.
A raccoon with a black cloak walked in.
The two females turned back to each other, whispering even faster. The bulldog turned to his mug of bear.
"Need a drink?" the bartender, said. "No thanks." The raccoon said. "Just getting out of the cold."
The raccoon glanced around until he saw the cat in the back corner. He casually walked around the tables to where she sat.
"I'm guessing your Miss. Rosin?" the raccoon said. The cat looked up at him. "Who wants to know." She said, taking a sip of her wine.
"I need to ask you a few questions." The raccoon said, sitting down.
"And who are you to just come up to me and ask for things while I'm on my brake?" Rosin said.
The raccoon grinned under his hood. Carefully he slipped something from under his cloak without the others noticing. The cat tensed but when she saw what the raccoon was holding her eyes went wide. It was a blue calling card, with the shape of a raccoon's face.
"Sly Cooper?" she said softly.
"The one and only." Sly said. "Now I need to ask you some questions."
"It's to dangerous to talk here." Rosin said, getting up. "Hold on sec."
Sly watched the cat get up and walk over to the bartender. She whispered into the pig's ear. "Fine here." The pig said, giving her a key. "But don't take to long!"
Rosin motioned to Sly to follow. Sly got up and followed her to a door next to the fireplace. She unlocked it and went inside, Sly following.
It was a damp sitting room with chairs, and a small shelf of books, that were mostly about the history of beer and how to make it.
Rosin closed the door and sat into one of the armchairs.
"Why'd you take me here?" Sly asked.
"So no one can over hear us." Rosin said. "That bulldog is Mr. Roger Gray, someone I know you once stole from."
She's right I did steal from a guy named Gray once. He was a drug dealer in the black market. Sly thought.
"If he'd discover I was talking with you, he'd go after both of us!" Rosin said. "And those ladies, Zita and Jessica, would have the word out faster then the speed of light, that I talked to THE Sly Cooper. And I would be in very deep trouble." Rosin said.
"Even deeper then giving the police tips on criminals?" Sly asked. Rosin's faced grew harsh. "Much worse. Your not the most liked thief in the Underground, Cooper. Most criminals here you stole from and many are jealous." Rosin said.
"Well then I'll make this quick!" Sly said taking his hood off. "I need to know something about the recent kidnappings."
Rosin's eyes sparkled. "Oooh yes, the "Jager crew" or so they called themselves. They are excellent kidnappers, almost like real bounty hunters, though this is the first time they've worked in Paris. Usually they have jobs in America mostly." Rosin said.
"Do you have any idea where they are?" Sly asked. "No idea." Rosin said. "Although I do know, one of them has taken a great liking to this very bar and comes here every Wednesday."
Sly's eyes narrowed. "But that's about two days away. I need to know where they are as soon as possible!" Sly said.
Rosin crossed her legs. "Sorry, I don't have a clue where they could be. None of the warehouses around have been taken, and a hotel room would be too small for all those kids they kidnapped, unless they well…" Rosin said, not finishing what she was about to say.
Sly knew what she was going to say. He didn't want to think about it. "You sure there's no other way of finding them?" Sly asked.
"Sorry no." Rosin said. "Have they kidnapped a kid of yours?"
"Well, a friend really." Sly said. Rosin raised an eyebrow. "The infamous Sly Cooper made friends with a kid?" she asked.
"Heh, it's a long story." Sly said, pulling the hood over his head and getting up. "We better go."
"Right." Rosin said, getting up. "It was an honor talking with you!" she said.
"Honor talking with you." Sly said, grinning. The two of them left the room. Sly walked out of the bar and looked up at the nearly hidden moon.
"Don't worry, Emily. We'll find you. I promise." Sly said.
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