Sly saw his life flash before his eyes. Before he could get to any thieving, the ground felll beneath him and he did a belly flop into a river.
"Ohhhhh...my brain tickles." Sly moaned. "Wait," he thought, "My brain tickles? That can't be right. Oh, well."
He looked up. He had fallen through a bridge, and the train was passing over him now.
"Makes you think doesn't it?" The old man said.
"What are you doing here?" Sly asked.
"I followed you here."
"Why?"
The old man walked away. Sly chased after him.
"Hey wait! Where are you going?" Sly screamed.
The old man didn't answer, so Sly followed him. They walked for 5 hours.
"I'm tired." Sly whined.
"Then don't be."
"You're getting weirder by the hours." Sly said.
Soon enough, there were in the city. They walked through the crowds on the street. When they were crossing the street, the train that almost killed Sly ran ito a bus which smashed into a gas truck which exploded and flew into a building which came crumbling down. The old Man was gone. Sly started to walk towards his apartment. When he got to the room he realized the repo department was gone, but his door had a gigantic hole through it
"Oh, no, oh no." Sly whispered."NOOOOOOO!COWARDS!"
When he got inside, he realized nothing was stolen. All the empty peanut butter jars were still there, just smashed. "They weren't repo workers, they were THIEVES! EVIL EVIL THIEVES!" Sly shouted at the top of his lungs.
"If only there were some kind of thief who only stole from thieves. But that will never happen." Sly muttered.
Sly then realized he needed a job. But could he get one?
Find out in chapter 4!
