The two silhouettes dashed across the rooftops of buildings. "We'll have to do something big, to introduce you to the world."
The second, shorter of the two, moved with the same lithe and speed, if not just a bit less. He looked at the taller silhouette. "Like what?"
"Like… the Mona Lisa." They were, of course, Sly Cooper and his unknown apprentice and brother, Wylie Cooper, and they were now at the very museum where the Mona Lisa was held. "Go," Sly whispered.
Wylie extended his claws and slowly made a fairly large circle in the glass. He pulled his claws carefully around the edge and removed the glass soundlessly. He raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Well, well, well. Not bad." Sly Cooper slipped through the small hole, then watched as his apprentice climbed in after. Floor lasers were everywhere. Not the kind that burned, the kind that set off a huge alarm that brought tons of police here in less than an instant. "Careful," Sly hissed as the apprentice nearly tripped the trap. "Stay where you are, let me handle this." Sly weaved his way through the floor lasers, expertly dodging the few moving beams until he stood before the face of Mona Lisa. "Hmm… I just don't see it. She kind of looks like a guy to me, but that's just my art perspective." He carefully removed the masterpiece and placed it on a glass container, holding some other artifacts. He then hung a small picture, his trademark, and took out a second beside it. He smiled as he position the blue raccoon face with the orange cat face. A message was attached. Enjoy the art. Sly and Wylie Cooper.
Boy, would Carmelita be shocked to find out there were two Coopers to track now. The thought of her face made him grin broadly. "Okay, almost done now." He carefully carried the painting back it his brother and handed it to him.
"Umm, Sly…" Wylie stared at the entrance hole as if the InterPol had gathered just outside them.
"Yeah, Wylie?"
"The painting isn't gonna fit through that hole…"
"Oh, right. I'll handle it, hold the painting and step back a bit." Sly began to work at it, but Wylie backed up without looking, right into a floor laser. The alarm fired out a warning sound instantly as it droned on. Sly watched in horror as the lights around the museum lit up at an insane speed. Sly's eyes widened and he finished with the glass. "Wylie, hand me the painting!"
The orange tabby quickly handed Sly the picture, then Sly slipped through with it. "Hurry up!" Sly called as Wylie pushed himself through.
In an instant, the two thieves were running, racing at breakneck speed. But still the sound of the sirens droned on behind them. Sly picked up his pace just a bit, but when Wylie Cooper tried to imitate the speed, he stumbled over. Sly hadn't noticed until he was too far to get to the kid before the police, who were right on their tail, did. He stared for a moment, then continued running through the streets, towards his safe house… Towards safety…