It's Long Way to the Top
The next night, the gang left for New York. Since the van couldn't drive on water, they flew using a modified AC-130 Hercules cargo plane that Bentley purchased on ThiefNet. For about three months, Bentley, Penelope, and Murray had gutted the plane to just its basics and rebuilt the whole thing. There was still the raised cockpit, but now there were bunks, a galley, restroom, and a lounge, with a smaller cargo area for holding the van and luggage. But the most noticeable change was the replacement of turbo-props with jet engines.
It was noon in New York when the plane landed at JFK International. Unfortunately, Alexia had to stay behind in Europe.
"Okay Sly! Wakey wakey!" Bentley muttered, noticing that Sly wasn't up as he passed the bunks.
Upon getting no reaction, an annoyed Bentley ripped the curtains back to yell in Sly's face to get up, only to find himself channeling his disappointment at Sly AND Carmelita.
"Hey! Please for the love of god!" Bentley said. "Come on! You two can sleep in each other arms later. Geez, me and Penelope have been together longer…"
"Okay, okay! We're up turtle-boy!" Carmelita groaned, swinging her legs out of the bunk so that Sly could get up.
"What's crawled in your shell and died?" Sly muttered.
"I was at the controls for over fourteen hours with Penelope without sleep and a blend of strong coffee," Bentley barked. "Of course I'm gonna be annoyed! I…"
Bentley didn't get a chance finish because right then and there, he jus fell asleep and fell backwards onto a bunk.
After a few hours of just looking around through New York, while Bentley and Penelope got some rest, the gang finally got word of where to find Guru. He had a studio at the top of the Chrysler Building.
"Hey Guru!" Sly said as Guru greeted them.
"gibberish" Guru said.
"You're doing a session with who right now?" Bentley asked.
"gibberish"
"Ay! Who's dat?" a British voice yelled out from another room.
The gang was led into the studio room that was modeled to look exactly like Guru's natural surroundings.
"Oh my gosh! It's Blast From Da Past!" Murray squealed.
"An who are ya?" said a British guitarist.
"We are friends of Guru's," Sly introduced.
"Hold on a minute!" said another band member. "Ya Sly Cooper aren't ya?"
"And what's it to you if I am?" Sly crossed his arms.
"You are like…our IDOL!" yelled a third band member. "You're like da greatest bad boy ever! With ya blend of coolness and ya hint of dangerous in ya. Ya'd be amazed at 'ow many people idolize ya! I mean ya even have your own fan club!"
"REALLY?" Sly gawked.
"Yeah, really!" a fourth member said. "I'm Johnny, the vocals, dat's Billy on da drums, dat dere's Paolo on the bass, his name may be Italian, but 'e's as Brit as ya can get. And right there as lead guitarist is Scotty. Oh and Kane on the rhythm guitar."
"Jeez, tis must be the Cooper Gang in its entirety!" Scotty exclaimed.
"Ya must be 'Da Murray'" Billy said, shaking hands with Murray. "I'm a big fan of you! You're the only rookie to score six first place trophies in one tournament yet!"
Murray's pink face turned even pinker.
"An dis must be Bentley and 'is girl Penelope!" Kane smiled, giving a gentlemanly kiss to Penelope's hand.
Penelope blushed too.
"Eh! Who's dis? Nice style ya got!" Billy smiled, shaking hands with Dimitri.
"Ah, another patron of fine taste!" Dimitri said.
"And I am Panda King…" Panda began.
"Ya da demo guy! I must admit I admire ya abilities to give destruction some colorful taste," Johnny said.
"Why thank you!" Panda said, he and Johnny bowing to show respect to each other.
"WAIT!" Scotty yelled, silencing everyone. "We forgot hot stuff 'ere!"
"Hey! Don't dare putting the moves on her," Sly chuckled.
"And I'm Carmelita Fox, ex-inspector who had been trying to bag my boyfriend's ass in jail"
"Wait a minute!" Johnny yelped. "Look at the size of dat rock! Geez, who ya hitchin' up wit?"
"Me," Sly said.
"Hey, ya guys mind if you play us a song?" Murray squeamishly asked.
"Hell's yeah!" the entire band yelled out.
"This song is just a spoof of another song by another band that we do for fun," Scotty said, picking up his guitar. "Only you will be the only people who'll hear it. We call it 'It's a Long Way to the Top, if you Want to Make the News."
Pulling to an alley,
Gonna pull a heist.
Stopping a bunch of guards,
Using just your fists.
Breaking glass,
Dropping bombs.
Getting what you,
Came for.
Showing people,
What you got.
I'd tell the cops,
It's more fun than it looks.
It's a long way to the top, if you want to make the news.
It's a long way to the top, if you want to make the news.
If you,
Thinks it's easy making the most wanted.
Then try starting off straight from scratch.
It's a long way to the top, if you want to make the news.
A home, no home,
Make's you get sick.
Missing what you should have,
All because a cop shows.
Getting chased,
By the cops.
Making the front page,
Of the news.
Making top ten,
Most wanted.
That's how life is,
When you choose a life of crime.
It's a long way, to the top, if you want to make the news.
It's a long way, to the top, if you want to make the news.
If you,
Want to be a legend in the Underground.
Look out! You've got enemies!
It's a long way, to the top, if you want to make the news.
It's a long way, to the top, if you want to make the news.
It's a long way, to the top, if you want to make the news.
It's a long way, to the top, if you want to make the news.
It's a long way!
It's a long way!
It's a long way!
Such a long way!
When Blast From Da Past finished their spoof of It's a Long Way to the Top (If you Want to Rock and Roll), Billy offered the gang backstage passes and front row seats.
"Am I the greatest thief?" Sly replied.
"Yeah," Billy replied.
"THEN YES!" Everyone yelled.
A/N That was my first song fic. Sung to AC/DC's It's a Long Way, to the Top (I You Want to Rock and Roll). So please R&R. And please, no flames! But I had to use the lines to separate the groups of lyrics.