Sorry for the long wait! I had a little, teeeeeny weeny bit of writer's block. But, here's the next chappie! o0o! FIRST! Reviews! YAAAY!

Fairyalexa: Yeah I know…I kind of forgot about them…oops…But, I wrote about Gemini now, and Saturn WILL be in the next chapter!

Heiduska: Thank you! I love it when I get good reviews from nice reviewers…Thanks! Cerulia's not cruel…just…No, wait, she's cruel.

Theifgoddess424: Yupyup, they just left Sly, just like that. It's ok of you to use the name Bernard, really, I don't care, he's dead now anyways…or is he? (da…du…duhhh)

Bunny Magic

"NO! Not Gemini!" Cerulia exclaimed as she pored over the newspaper. It was almost a month after the Cooper mansion had been attacked and she didn't think she could handle any more bad news.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked Cerulia's childhood friend, Tara. Tara was like a guru of calmness. If something was wrong, Tara was there to fix it. From broken limbs to broken hearts, Tara could fix it all. Now, Cerulia was very panicky.

She read the article about Gemini out loud to Tara, who was busy making pancakes for Cerulia and Kitty.

"At 2:00 PM, April 14, scientist and pediatrician Dr. Gemini disappeared in front of a 500-person audience. Whilst she was doing her presentation of her new disease killer, the vial she was holding onto began to vibrate and bubble uncontrollably, and then exploded in a huge cloud of red smoke. Dr. Gemini was nowhere to be seen. Police are attempting to find her, but it's as if she disappeared into thin air!"

"Well, that could be a bit of a problem," Tara commented.

"What do you think!" Cerulia exploded.

"Mommy?" said Kitty.

"Not right now sweetie, I'm talking," said a distracted Cerulia.

"I think-" Tara was cut off by Cerulia.

"No you DON'T!"

"MOM!" Kitty yelled. Cerulia ignored her this time.

"Hey! Let me finish Cerulia!" Cerulia finally calmed down enough to let Tara talk. "We need to find your son, you know. It was pretty cruel of you to leave him in there all alone…in a fire…" Cerulia began shooting daggers at Tara, so the now-slightly-worried bunny stopped talking. Giving her friend a concerned look, she walked over to the now burnt to a crisp pancakes. "Kitty, why didn't you tell me about the pancakes?" asked Tara.

"Well, I twied but you nawta wet me tawk." Kitty used her sweetest voice.

"ANYWAYS," said a very annoyed Tara, "We do need to find your son. By now, the law would have placed him in an orphanage. All we have to do is find out which orphanage."

After a long day of Internet scouring, and hacking into the orphanages' databases, they finally found out where the sneaky little raccoon was. Tara smiled when she realized the orphanage was only two miles from their house. "Let's go, Cerulia! Kitty, get your shoes on! C'mon sweetie, we're gonna get your brother!"

"Great. Just…great," murmured Cerulia.

At the Happy Campers Orphanage

The Happy Campers orphanage was not one of the best places for an eight-year-old to live, but compared to others it was one of the best. Cerulia and Tara both smiled as they walked on the lawn and saw all the kids playing and having fun. They noticed that all the children there seemed to be in the 10-12 age range. Sly wouldn't be out there. They walked inside, and were greeted by a young mouse in her teens. "Hello! Welcome to the Happy Campers orphanage, where happiness is only-"

Tara interrupted her little speech. "We're looking for a little raccoon, about eight years old. His name is Sly Cooper. Is he here?" The mouse, surprised that the girls would want him, led them through several hallways, while giving long-winded speeches about how they had strict rules at the orphanage. Finally, they arrived at a door that was marked with the numbers 8-10.

"Now, you may want to be careful around that little Cooper, he's a natural troublemaker," said the mouse.

"I know…"Cerulia muttered darkly under her breath. She had hoped they wouldn't be able to find him. The young teen led them into a room. The room was decorated with boat wallpaper, and carpeting that had so many stains it looked multicolored. The mouse pointed to a bed at the end of one of the rows, where there appeared to be someone under the covers with a flashlight. The teen, who apologized for not mentioning her name before, stated that her name was Paula. She led Cerulia, Kitty, and Tara over to the end bed and gently said Sly's name. After a moment or two of muted whispering under the covers, a head popped out. Only…it wasn't Sly's! Instead, a turtle's head popped out. "Sly's not here, please leave a message." The turtle had a nasally voice, and overly large glasses, making his eyes look like tiny spots on his face.

"Bentley, tell Sly to come out, NOW!" Kitty whimpered at Paula's frighteningly authoritative voice. After a few seconds a second head popped up. This time, it was a hippo head.

" 'The Murray' commands that you leave!" roared the hippo in a "scary" voice. Instead, Paula walked over and lifted the covers. Just as the three friends (Sly was in there, too) jumped off the bed to make a break for it, Paula held the sheet in front of them and scooped all three of them up. Cerulia and Tara just stared, but Kitty began to giggle. She giggled whenever Sly got in trouble…which used to be a lot.

"Mr. Cooper, there are some nice people here to see you. Please be nice to them!" said Paula. Sly grumbled a few words that made Paula begin to shake the "bag" furiously.

"OK, OK!" cried Cerulia. "I just asked you to get him for me, not kill him! Sheesh…"

There was a moment of silence from the bag. "…mom?" came a voice from the bag. "Mom? Is that you?"

"Yes Sly, it's me."

"Mom…I made some friends!"

"That's nice. Now come on out of there so we can take you back home."

"…No. I won't go!"

Sly's forceful answer made Cerulia step back slightly. "But honey," intervened Tara, "We need to protect you! Clockwerk might come back at any time!" She turned to Paula. "Do we really have to adopt him? After all, he is my friend's son."

"I'm sorry," apologized Paula, "but we can't do that."

"But WHY?" asked Tara, rather forcefully.

"Because…uh…"
"You see that, Cerulia? …um…Cerulia?" Cerulia was nowhere to be seen, and the sheets had disappeared from Paula's hand. "Ok, um, Cerulia?"

Cerulia practically flew out of the orphanage with the sheets in her hand. She knew that this was probably going to be her worst offense, but technically it was her son…although, the other two boys she didn't know. She stopped at her front door. This is where they would think to look fist, she thought. After a little bit of brainstorming, she decided she would have to go to the Cooper mansion. Throwing the sack into her car, she drove off with the still-protesting animals inside.

Tara could fix anything, but the relationship between Sly Cooper and Cerulia Terula would be her hardest job yet.

Sorry if it's so short...I have a longer chappie coming up!