Well,they weren't that long gone.Sly,Bentley, and Murray just ran to the resturant door.
"Get him!", Carmelita yelled as the police officers with her and the other resturant goers chased Sly and his gang out of the resturant. But they were already running into the van.
"GO!" Sly screamed over the wailing sirens.
Murray stepped on the gas pedal and they were off.
"Finally.",Sly said brushing his forehead with his hand.A few seconds later they were in a traffic jam. The other police wren't far behind, but were stopped from getting out of there cars by surrounding mobile homes and SUVs. This mess was caused by a 112 year old man (not Wendell) who was color blind, and dropped his glasses, who couldn't tell that the light was slowly changing different colors.
"Well, it looks like we're gonna be here awhile. How 'bout you tell your story, Sly." Murray asked.
"I've been waiting for this. This story begins with me and you guys trying to steal cookies from-" Sly began.
"Sly, we know this. We were there." Bentley said.
"Oh, fine. How about the field trip?" Sly said.
"Oh, oh no." Bentley said.
"Huh?" Murray asked, confused.
"It starts like this..." Sly began.
Sly had only been at the orphanage for roughly 2 weeks and he was already going on a field trip.
"We're going to a farm.",Sly thought to himself."How exciting."
Sly finally got to the line for the field trip."I hope this trip doesn't take long.",Sly thought as he climbed the steps to the bus.Sly look around.The kids there were hyper,throwing paper airplanes,singing "Ol' McDonald", and some bullies were kicking other kids' chairs.Sly found a bench in the back of the bus all by himself. He gazed out the window. Sly was on his way to the Garingson's Dairy Farm."Let the fun begin.",he thought. His thoughts were interupted by a tap on the shoulders.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" A short turtle with glasses asked. "If you have forgotten, my name's Bentley.And you are Mr. Adjective,himself, Sly."
"Yeah, sure.",Sly said,not looking at Bentley in the eyes.
Neither talked to each other while riding to the farm. When they got there. Bentley rushed to be the first one out. Sly was the last one off the bus.
The farm wasn't much of a sight. A few corn stalks and some cows.In the distance there a barn and a farmhouse.All the kids filed out to a clearing.They started chattering until Ms. Puffin walked in front of the crowd.
"SSSSSSHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTT UUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP!", she screamed at them.They were instantly silent.One kid was crying.
"Okay!",Bentley yelled as he winked at Sly.Some of the bullies shot dirty looks at Bentley.
"Oh,great.",Sly thought."My new friend is a bully magnet AND a teacher's pet."
"YOU ALL will respect Farmer Garingson.",Ms. Puffin began."He has been farming in this area since he was 2 years old.Now after we're done here,we'll go to the Winkleman Candy Factory.So just shut up and LISTEN UP!"
An old rooster walked up."Why,hello children. My name is Farmer Garingson.I have a treat for you all today..."he began.The word "treat" made all the children gasp."And it is sweet corn.Yes, sweet,sweet corn."The kids started to sigh as Farmer Garingson's farmhands passed out corn."Now I'm tell you about the chemicals I use to fertilize my corn.Now it's a thing I always do that...About 1 hour later,Farmer Garingson finished rambling about his corn and cows.But he was so far off topic,he was talking about his denchers.
"Now that's why you should brush yer teeth.",he said."You don't wanna end up like me,Ol' Framer Garingson,eh heh heh heh.Or do ya?",he chuckled.Ms. Puffin abrupty cut him off.
"Thank you,Farmer Garingson," she said,annoyed."You taught us a lot today,RIGHT EVERYONE?"
"Yes,Ms. Puffin.", the kids said at the same time.
"Okay,now you can go explore but if you don't come back to the bus in 30 minutes,we'll leave you behind.",Ms.Puffin said,seriously."DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING." Sly went up to Ms. Puffin as the other kids scatttered.
"Excuse me,ma'am,",Sly began."But where is the gift shop?
"Oh,Sly.You know there isn't a gift shop.Don't waste my time with silly...but very stupid questions."she replied sharply."Now go PLAY with your little friends."
The next 30 minutes were uneventful for Sly as he didn't do what the other kids were doing.Instead of feeding barn animals, Sly climbed a tree in front of the Garingson's barn."Now I can relax for 25 minutes.",he thought as he climbed.But something caught his eye.he searched through the bushes and saw his trutle friend; Bentley or whatever was getting poked by two bullies;a lizard weraing a backpack and a beagle wearing a baseball cap.
"Hey,nerd.",the lizard said,mockingly."Quit being an orphan."
"You guys are orphans too."Bentley shot back."Remember?
"Shut up.",the beagle said."Hey Billy,let's teach this nerd a lesson."
Sly couldn't let this kid get beat up.He had to think of something. He saw a nest with eggs in it out of the corner of his eye.Sly picked one of the eggs up and threw it into one of bullies' backpack.Almost instanly a flock of hawks flew from the top of the barn and started to peck on the beagle.
"Ah,ah,ah,ah!",he cried as he ran away,sobbing.
The other hawks picked up the lizard with their talons and flew into the sky.
Sly jumped to the ground as Bentley sat up.
"You...you saved me.",he said."No one's ever helped me before."
"It was nothing.",Sly said,proudly."Come on,let's get back to the bus and leave those two morons behind."
Five minutes later.The kids were off to the Winkelstien Candy Factory.
"Now you little brats better be good when we get there, or I'll take your pool privilages." Ms. Puffin growled ominously.
"Did you here about Joshy?" Bentley whispered over Ms. Puffin's rant.
"Who?"
"Joshy tipped over a cow on himself." Bentley explained.
"So?"
"And it hurt, thank you very much." Joshy moaned.
"JOSHY! ARE YOU TALKING? YOU children go outside. I'm going to have a TALK with Joshy." Ms. Puffin said, with an insane look in her eyes.
The kids ran into the candy factory. A middle-aged dog greeted them.
"Hello, children. I am Jerome Winklestein. We are going to take a tour of my factory. But first, have a sample of my delicious candy."
Sly ran to the front of the line. He vaugely remembered something his father had once told him about candy and not doing something with it. But Sly didn't care. He grabbed a handfull of candy and shoved it into his mouth.Then everything started to go 10 times faster.
"Now come this way.",Mr. Winkelstein said,leading to the children to the factory.Sly followed,looking at the chocolate machines.He broke off from the tour and ran down the catwalk.Sly noticed a big slack-jawed kid in fornt of Bentley.
"Must...save...Bentley.",Sly said too fast to understand."And...then...get...more..candy." Sly ran really fast over to Bentley.
"Ready to get beat up?",the slack-jawed kid asked Bentley.
"N-no.",Bentley said timidly.
"Too bad.",the slack-jawed kid said as got ready to punch. Just before he could swing,Sly pushed him into a vat of chocolate below them.Instantly after Sly pushed the slack-jawed kid,he started to breathe slowly.
"Sly,you saved me again!',Bentley said,hugging Sly.
"I did?",Sly said,puzzled.
"And Roger got third-degree burns all over his body.",Sly said,finishing his story."So...Whadaya think?"
"Uh...are you still going to go sugar crazy?",Murray asked,fearfully.
"Nah,that wore off years ago."