The Dress Pt. 1

The entire family went into town to run a few favors. Sly went to the Thunder Beak nightclub, in hopes of meeting up with Dimitri for some 'business.'

"Hey!" a guard said, blocking Sly's entry into Dimitri's office. "No one sees the boss!"

"I'm a friend of Dimitri's," Sly tried to reason. "I just need to talk to him!"

"It's okay, bro's cool," a voice said over an intercom.

Inside, Dimirti was busy lying back in his chair, legs propped on his desk.

"Sly! Bro!" Dimirtri applauded. "How's it going?"

"Fine! Fine!" Sly said. "I just came to…"

"Hold that thought!" Dimirtri said, getting up from his chair. "I want to show you something."

Dimitri moved over to a portrait of the Cooper Gang, the only picture the gang had taken in it's prime, just before Sly left them. Pushing a button hidden in the framework, an entire floor to ceiling section of wall rotated, revealing a secret passageway.

"Cool," Sly sighed, unimpressed.

"Not that!" Dimirtri said, motioning him down the stairs.

Sly found himself in a large condo UNDER the nightclub. He then realized that the nightclub had been built along a cliff side.

"Had this place built months ago," Dimitri commented. "Took them FOREVER!"

Looking around, Sly found himself in the garage, where he found a green Porsche, but the rear bumper caught his eye.

"What the hell is that?" Sly asked in distaste.

"That's my bumper sticker," Dimirtri answered.

"Yeah, right," Sly scoffed. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What?" Dimirti asked, puzzled.

"It says: Gas, Grass, or Ass," Sly said, pointing it out. "Okay, I just came here for a favor from you," Sly turned to Dimitri focusing his attention away from the bumper sticker.

Carmelita meanwhile was having the finishing touches done on her wedding dress.

"You're gonna look gorgeous!" Maria said.

"Sly's gonna have trouble keeping his hands off of you when he sees you in that!" Eliza exclaimed.

"Well, I love it," Carmelita sighed with happiness, zipping up the special stiff bag to keep it in good condition. "Now we have to keep it safe! 'Cause this cost me a whole lotta cash!"

"Don't worry, it'll be safe," Maria said.

Back at the house, Carmelita was hanging her dress up, when Sly entered the room. Panicking, she shoved Sly out the door.

"What was that all about?" he asked.

"It's bad luck for the groom to his bride's wedding dress," Carmelita answered, finally letting him in.

Meanwhile in a shed, Juan was beating on an old boat engine, making Enrique uneasy seeing as his head was inches from the propeller, and one 'nice' hammer blow could get the engine working. After about a few more minutes of trying to get the engine started, he figured out the problem. There was nothing wrong with the motor, there was a short in the battery.

"Hey Enrique, go get me that battery re-charger," he said.

"Where?" Enrique asked.

"I ran out of space in the garage so I stowed it in the guest bedroom closet," Juan answered. "Sly and Carm's room."

Enrique hurried into the house and moved his way over to guest bedroom. Opening the closet he was greeted by the white dress.

"Hmm," he pondered. "Carm's dress. Looks nice!"

He gently grabbed it to get a better look when there was loud distinct rip. Enrique just stared dumbfoundly in shock at what he had just done.

"Oh shit," he muttered. "I'm screwed."