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Will The Real Cinderella Please Stand Up

Carmelita went back to her life of torment, but she didn't for get about her one night of happiness. She could still hear 'Alone' playing over giant speakers and she could still feel Sly's warmth all around her. "Ah!" She sighed a dreamily sigh. Carmelita began to sweep the living room, What the...? An enormous gust of wind blew the dirt pile back over the granite floors. Carmelita quickly turned towards the door. Her 'sisters' had just barged in and ran to their rooms. The fox went up stairs to get their coats.

"Yah, it's true." Clara said, she sounded very excited; she bounced up and down on her bed. Carmelita stuck to the wall so she could listen in on their conversation. "Sly is trying to find the girl who left a, um, what was it?" She asked her sister.

Clhoe looked down at the flier in her lap. "Shock pistol."

"Huh?" Carmelita gasped. She knew the flier was talking about her. The young fox had made a bigger impression on Sly than she had thought.

Clhoe went on to read the rest of the flier. "It say's here that he is looking for the girl who left a shock pistol at his party and he wants to return it." The minks giggled. "But this is a custom made shock pistol thingy, where only the owners hand can fit into its handle." Both the minks got the same expression on their faces. "He will be visiting all of those who had come to his party till he finds the owner." They giggled even more.

Carmelita became excited and a little flattered. She ran back down the stairs and into her room, not bothering to get her sisters coats or re-swept the floors.

"What are you two so happy about, my little darlings?" Clirtew acme out of her room, she had heard the girls giggle all the way in her room.

Clhoe couldn't hold her joy in. "Sly Cooper, ahhhhh!" She shuddered at the raccoon's name. "Is looking to return a shock pistol to the girl who left it at his party."

"Oh I see." Clirtew released that this was the perfect chance to add more money to her bank account. "Well girls you should ready your selves for when he arrives." The girls giggled uncontrollably.

Sly was not far from the end of his list. Hundreds of girls who fit Carmelita description came to his party; Sly had had many girls try to fit their hands into the handle. Their hands were either too big or too small when they tried it on. He decided to check the three Clirtew girls at one time, even though they had arrived at different times as indicated on his list.

Clirtew had just received a call from Bently telling her that they were coming to see if any of them could fit their hands into the pistol's handle. "Girls, girl's! he is almost here." Clhoe and Clara rushed down the stairs; they were all made up and looked liked ugly porcelain dolls.

"What's going on?" Carmelita was called into the living room. She had no clue of what was going on.

"Mr. Cooper is coming by in a few minutes to see if one of your sister's elegant hands fit the handle of a shock pistol and I wasn't you to do your job and open the door for him when he arrives." Carmelita felt a wave of excitement and fear. She had no time to react, the door bell rung. She opened it for the guest, Carmelita kept her head down.

"Ah, Sly welcome to my humble home." Clirtew shoed Carmelita to get out of the living room.

Sly eyed the room then he proceeded with business. "Why thank you, I considered it a pleasure." He kissed the minks hand.

Bently stepped out from behind Sly, he held the pistol. "Shall we proceed?" He asked just a little annoyed. That single day he seen hundreds of homes and hundreds of young ladies try to fit their hands into the gun. To Bently, it was a meaningless effort.

Sly took the pistol from Bently and presented it to the girls. Clara snatched it out of is hands. She tried to fit her plump fingers into the thin grooves, it just wasn't happening. Clhoe got aggravated and ripped it away from her sister. She tried her best to fit her equally plumped fingers in the slots. Sly saw that neither of the girls were the one he was looking for. Bently retrieved the gun from the minks.

"Are there any ladies in the house?" Sly questioned. There was three young ladies name on the list, only two were present. "It say's here that a Miss Carmelita Fox came to the party?" Sly was waiting for an answer.

Carmelita listened from her room; she could hear every thing that was going on. She had greatest urge to just run out there and claim her gun.

"No, you must be mistaken. Only me and my girls live here." Clirtew covered her ass so well.

Sly felt let down. "Well thank you for your time, ladies." Sly and his friends got ready to leave. They opened the door.

"Now or never!" Carmelita summed up her courage and opened the door, it squeaked.

Clirtew heard the door squeak. She ran to shut it; the mink continued her quest to ruin Carmelita. Clirtew saw the door open and with all of her strength and slammed it shut. Pushing Carmelita to the floor on the other side.

Sly's ear's perked up; he had heard the squeak and the slam. he decided to ignore it.

Carmelita was frantic; she needed an exit out of the room. "The walls!" She went over to the spot of the wall were she had kept her money and removed the brick. "Yes!" The room was old and the walls were bad. "Some thing big." She searched the room for the heaviest object she could lift.

Sly stopped a little ways from his limo. "Hey Bently," Sly wanted his friends opinion. "Do you think some thing is going on in there?" Bently didn't get a chance to answer. They heard a loud crash and saw dust settling on the far side of the mansion. Sly was curios to see what it was.

Carmelita had used the lifting weights she trained with and broke through the wall. The bricks came crumbling down; Carmelita stepped out into the light. She saw Sly squinting as the dust settled. Sly instantly recognized her, her ran to her side. He helped her escape the dust.

"Sly." She was grateful for him helping her out of the dust, it was irritating her eyes. Sly grabbed the shock pistol. Carmelita put her hand on the handle, it was a perfect fit. "I'm so sorry that I deceived you Sly."

Sly shook his head. "Deceived?" He was confused.

"I was the girl at the costume shop and the girl you danced with at the party who left the pistol behind, you asked my name and I didn't tell you." Carmelita was a tad-bit worried.

"And what is your name?" Sly knew what it was but he felt that she needed to tell him.

"Carmelita Montoya Fox." She blushed.

Bently had used a sleep dart on her wicked step family.

"Miss Fox would you do me the honor of accepting my invitation of dinner." He was asking her out.

Carmelita's blush reddened. "Yes." She smiled. Sly led the way to his limo. He opened the door for her, Carmelita stepped in. Murry sat back into the driver's seat. Bently sat across from Murry. The hippo started up the limo then drove off. Carmelita looked back on the house that she had once called home. Seeing it fad away in the distance gave her a new out look on life. For one of the only moments in her life she was happy.

THE END

Yeah right! Carmelita continued to go to school and eventually graduated from college. She took over her father's record after Clirtew was found guilty of Mr. Fox's death. Clirtew was sentenced to life in prison with out any possibility of parole. Clara and Clhoe worked their ways through many minimum wage jobs and today they work as janitors at Carmelites office. As for Carmelita, she and Sly dated for seven years until Carmelites twenty-third birth day. At her birth day celebration Sly popped the question. She said yes and made Sly the happiest raccoon on the face of the planet. They are set to get married next summer. Oh, yes things for Carmelita went from good to worse to good again and this time she knows that she will have the happy life she had dreamed because she had earned it.

THE END, for real.