Sly monologue

"We arrived in Victorian London to find that it had become...well...this. London had been turned into one giant theme park, and judging by the logo on some of the rides, we knew just who was to blame for this. We had defeated Penelope in Henriette's time, but Penelope was still out there. It's only a matter of time before we have to face her again, and whoever she put in charge of this amusement park along with her. Thaddeus Winslow Cooper III, one of the more gentlemanly Coopers, should be able to help us. If we can find him, that is. Thaddeus Winslow Cooper was the genius behind our mastery of disguises and the Hook Swing move. But it looks like that might not have helped him much. Penelope just might have him locked away somewhere in the park. But something told me that this wasn't the case. The guards were too watchful. They were definitely looking for someone, and it certainly wasn't us. We knew we had to find Thaddeus soon, or who knows what he'd go through in this place. The park might be called 'Wonderland', but it certainly doesn't feel like one. And it will never be one when we're done with it."

Sly and Bentley began to converse through their binocucoms as Sly made his way to the rooftop.

"I say, old chap," the raccoon said, speaking in a British accent, "Ghastly weather, is it not?"

"Come on, Sly," Bentley said, clearly not amused, "stop joking around. We need those recon photos more than ever now. We need to get Penelope. She may have lost her mech, but she still poses a threat."

"For all we know," said Sly, "she might not even be in the same time period as us. But we can't just let whoever built this theme park get away scott free."

"Good point," Bentley agreed, "Now focus on getting those photos. Considering the odd nature of the park, we'll be needing every single one of them."

Sly entered the park and located a camera on one of the buildings' walls. He climbed up a lamppost and did a ninja spire jump.

"That thing gives me the creeps," he said as he looked right at it.

"It should, Sly," said Bentley, "judging from how the eyes look, this camera detects your body heat and your movements simultaneously."

"Great," Sly said, with a mixture of nervousness and glumness in his voice, "now I'm feeling uncomfortable."

'It gets worse," Bentley said, "it seems that something other than electricity is powering this thing."

"Okay," Sly said, clearly not helped by Bentley's information, "now you made me go from uncomfortable to paranoid."

Sly jumped off the lamppost and headed further into the park, until he found;

"Dodo Head"

"It looks like this is supposed to be part of some kind of costume," said Bentley.

"I'd hate to be the one wearing that," said Sly, "unless there's a catch, of course."

"I don't know about you," Bentley said, "we might be able to use that for something at some point."

The next photos that must be taken are also rather close to each other. However, Sly will had to move to certain locations in order for these photos to be taken. He spotted some roller coaster tracks and climbed onto a concession stand to get a better picture.

"Looking Glass Coaster"

"Now that roller coaster looks like it'll be a hoot to ride someday," Sly said.

"Focus on the mission, Sly," his turtle comrade reminded him, "I hate to admit, that it's really impressive, though. It's such a big roller coaster. There's no way it can't be there just for the heck of it."

"Walrus and Carpenter's Funhouse"

"Sly, are you sure you're not just taking random photos?"

—"I don't know about you, Bentley, but there's something suspicious about this funhouse. Something tells me we won't be having a lot of fun in there."

"The Big Building"

"Who's willing to bet that the big bad of this era is in that building?" Sly asked as he began to suspect just that.

"Definitely," Bentley agreed, "but how are we going to get in there?"

"Hmm..." Sly pondered, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see, because this place looks too well -protected with all of those cameras around."

Sly's second-to-last target wasn't hard to find and was scattered around the park.

"Anti-Willington Incorporated Posters"

"Looks like somebody hates Willington Inc.," Sly observed, "wait, what's Willington Inc.?"

"Willington Inc.," Bentley explained, "are responsible for constructing theme park rides. I wonder if an ex-employee is behind all of this. Anyway, the posters appear to have been made out of some kind of wax-like material. Are there wasps in this park?"

"Great," Sly sighed, "now I have another thing to worry about."

The very last photo was taken at the very edge of the park to the far west; of a small, broken machine.

"Broken Portable Time Machine"

"What's this?" Sly asked.

"I recognize the device," Bentley said, "I remember it from when Penelope saved me from falling back in Topaz Lagoon. This is a portable time machine! But it's broken! And it looks like I'll never be able to salvage any of the equipment, from the looks of things."

"At least we know Penelope is still here," said Sly, "maybe we'll finally get some answers out of her."

—"Okay, Sly, that's the last photo. Good work, pal."

Job Complete