Chapter 4:
I don't own Sly Cooper and probably never will but I do own Raco (the character)

"Murray, You should really stop eating that thing, it looks really mad." Bentley said, worried.

I don't see why-AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Murray yelled as the food creature lifted him up and ate him.

"NNNNOOOOOO!" Bentley yelled. He watched with horror as the creature moved towards him. "S-Sly!"

Sly ran as fast as he could. But by the time he got there the creature was already gone.

"It was- an illusion, just- an illusion."

"Murray! Where are you?" Sly shouted.

"Guys! I'm over here! I'm stuck in a tube." Murray yelled. Sly and Bentley walked over to him.

"How'd ya get in there?" Sly asked.

"I think Sly means, 'How did you get stuck in that tube?'" Bentley asked. Sly shot him a dirty look.

"I dunno."

"Murray," Bentley began. I think we can squeeze you down this tube so we can all go down."

"No way, no way, no way, no way, NO!" Murray screamed. Sly looked at Bentley and nodded.

"Sorry, Murray." Sly said as he put his foot on Murray's head and shoved him down the tube. He and Bentley jumped in after him. At the bottom was a long, dimly lit tunnel.

"That was fun." Sly said.

"No, no it wasn't." Bentley moaned.

"I guess we should go this way." Murray said. "Hey, guys, while we're walking, let's tell stories and stuff."

"Murray, we never even agreed to go down this tun-"

"All right! I'm going first! This story is about the time when we had to listen to that speaker guy" Every now and then at the Happy Camper Orphanage all the kids had sit through boring "speeches" that none of the kids paid attention so they moved it to a more "suitable" location: outside.

"Guys, come on, we get to go outside!" Sly said to his friends as he hurried outside.

"Sly, I know this is your first time going to P.A.L. speeches, but it isn't that big of a deal." Bentley said.

"But we don't have to sleep outside if we're good." Murray added.

Sly ran outside and sat in the front of the kids. Bentley and Murray walked from behind and sat in the back. Ms. Puffin walked in front.

"Now, before we begin, I have a small tip for you children: SHUT UP AND LISTEN to what Mr. Banclacks has to say, OKAY!" She screamed. A fat gerbil got up slowly from his chair and walked a couple of wobbly steps toward the children.

"You kids are very, very, VERY lucky to have me here now. I'm going to read you a story that will absolutely amaze you." He said, struggling to pull a piece of paper out of his front pocket.

"It starts like this: 'Dear lucky person. Here are some tips to help you in life: Number 1: don't give up the chance to do something. Number...2: The way of the things you do things must be in order. The most important one..now...is Number 3: Money is really important, so don't buy stuff, invest things and save...stuff...Number...4! Avoid bad people who can slow you down and ruin your future success. Sincerely, Stan R. Banclacks' Now, did all of you think that was good?" He finished. Sly raised his hand.

"Yeah, my name's Sly. Where'd you get the idea for this?" Sly asked.

"I worked my whole life to write that piece of paper, my whole life." Stan responded.

"I didn't think it was very good." Sly said.

"WHAT!" Banlclacks waddled right up to Sly's face. He grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up to his face.

"Hey Sly... If that's your real name... or some kind of nickname or something. But I just got off of a van that drove for a whole day. I'm not here to be insulted. But... I think... YOU ARE A LITTLE BRAT! And if you think that I like you... YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WRONG... BECAUSE YOU CAN'T TREAT ME THE WAY YOU TREATED ME... CALLING MY STORY STUPID, PICKING ON ME BECAUSE I'M ESPECIALLY DIFFERENT...BECAUSE I'M TOO COOL FOR YOU.I AM NOT VERY HAPPY RIGHT NOW. SO... GO...ahead... call me a jerk! YOU CAN'T TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT. I HAVE A GLAND DISORDER! SO DON"T CALL ME A JOKE!"

"Whoa," Sly whispered. Everyone was silent. He let go of Sly.

"OH, YOU GUYS ARE REALLY FUNNY! 'OH, LET'S BE ALL QUIET AND MAKE MR. BANCLACKS ANGRY' WELL YOU CAN SHUT UP!"

Nobody said anything. It was like watching a train crash.

"COME ON! SAY SOMETHING!" he said as he paced back and forth, tears streaming down his face. Murray stood up.

"You're a jerk!" he shouted.

"Oh...oh I am, am I? I'M A JERK now, AM I? I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME A JERK WELL, I...AM...LEAVING!" Banclacks screamed as he walked away from the crowd. As he got into his van, he could hear every single person behind him laughing. He stumbled into his car and drove away, almost instantly crashing into a tree.

"WHY ME, GOD!" He screamed as he bashed his head repeatedly onto the dashboard.

"Boy, that was sure some fun," Murray finished. "Wasn't it?"

"Murray, we've been trying to catch up to you this whole time. You've been walking down this tunnel talking to yourself for half an hour. Besides, we don't want to reminisce about anything from our past. It's getting old, seriously." Sly said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, I thought so too." Murray said. "But I thought you guys would like it. I think I'm a good storyteller."

"Murray, that was a completely random story, I-I don't even remember Mr. Banclacks, did you make it up? And are you being sarcastic?" Bentley asked.

"Huh?" Murray grunted.

"Are you even listening to us?" Sly asked.

"I love you guys, too." Murray said, giving them both a bear hug.

"Murray, let go!" Sly screamed.

"I'm thirsty." Murray whined.

"You can get a drink later, right...now...we..." Bentley said as he looked down the tunnel. A massive wave of water came barreling down the tunnel.

In another hallway, Carmelita walked slowly around the strange building. She looked ahead and saw nothing- except...Sly? She ran up to investigate." He's supposed to be with his friends, what's he doing here?" she thought as she ran. When she caught up to him she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up to her face, only to realize that it wasn't Sly. He was a brown raccon wearing a plaid vest, a black t-shirt and was missing some of his front teeth.

"Who are you?" She asked, shaking him.

"I-I-my n-name's Raco." the raccoon said.

"What kind of stupid name is that?" Carmelita shouted, shaking him more. He just shrugged. She let him go, only to have him fall down to the ground. Carmelita looked around. There were stacks of newspaper, tea bags, and saltines everywhere. There were four pillars at each corner of the room.

"What are you doing here?" Carmelita asked the strange person.

"I live here. This is my home." Raco answered, as he bit open a tea bag and poured it down his throat.

"Why are there tea bags and saltines everywhere?"

"Those are my food supplies, the newspapers being my blankets, reading materials, napkins and food." Raco replied, an odd look in his eyes.

"I'm lost. Do you how to get around in this place?" Carmelita asked.

"Oh, it's simple really. You just-" he started as one of the massive pillars fell from the ceiling and crushed him.

"Great. Now what!" Carmelita thought. She walked out of the room and walked through another dimly lit corridor.

"I wouldn't go down there. You've just killed one of my top agents, Raco. Now you must pay for his death." A voice said from the shadows.

"Wha-who?" Carmelita said as she got hit on the back of her head with a pipe.

"Run, Murray!" Sly screamed, still in Murray's bear hug.

"But I'm thirsty!" Murray yelled, gripping them harder.

"Let go!" Bentley shrieked. But it was too late. The wave smashed into them.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" They all screamed as the wave carried them through the tunnel and washed them out in a lower level.