Carmelita walked up to the entrance and took out her binnocucom and looked at the park.
"I would've really loved to go here," Carmelita said, "if it weren't for Penelope."
"We'll have to deal with her later, Carmelita," said Bentley "I figured out what kind of mysterious energy was powering those cameras in the park. It's voodoo, the same kind that Mz. Ruby uses."
"What?" Carmelita was surprised, "is she here? I thought she was still in prison!"
"Apparently not," said Bentley, "and yet I can't shake the feeling that she's not the one behind all of this. Anyway, those floating totems are the source of all of the voodoo. You'll have to take them out, because we won't be able to do anything big here until those things are completely destroyed."
—"How many are there?"
"Judging from the locations of the readings I'm getting, I'd say five. But be careful. These things are mobile, and they will move very quickly somewhere else if you don't shoot them fast enough."
"Alright then," Carmelita said, "time to put my shock pistol to work."
The first totem was easy to spot, so as it slid across Carmelita's path, she shot straight at it.
As she kept walking forward, the next one appeared, trying its best to avoid getting hit, as it went side to side, Carmelita homed in on it and took it out as well.
The third totem swirled in a figure eight pattern, but homing in on it once again made it easier to shoot.
Carmelita kept on going until she found the fourth totem, which moved in a figure eight pattern, but it still wasn't that hard to aim at, as long as she homed in on it.
The fifth moved off the ground and swirled around in the same way, only vertically. With one last shot, she hit it directly.
"And that takes care of them," Carmelita said satisfied, "Bentley, is there anything else?"
—"No, but I'm detecting a strange energy source down in the sewers. This is Sly's department, so you can take a nice break. You earned it, Carmelita."
"Alright, Bentley," said Carmelita, "oh good, here is Sly now."
"You rang?" The raccoon asked slyly.
—"Bentley needs you to investigate the sewers. Maybe you'll find Thaddeus there."
"Interesting," said Sly, "it'll be just like in Venice. Well, see you later, hon."
Carmelita chuckled a bit as Sly entered the sewers.
An image of Sly's calling card pulsating appears in your view against a black background.
As Sly entered, he found a window. He looked inside it and saw a wasp holding a strange book.
"A wasp? I guess that explains all of those posters I saw earlier."
The wasp closed his book and spoke to one of his guards.
"You know, Lawrence, I can't but feel that y'all need some kind of raise."
"Really?" The hare perked up, "I told you that we're hard workers, governor. We scared the Willington Bros. off. There's no way those chaps will ever make that big business now."
"Is that so, mon ami?" the wasp asked, "you think just because they aren't in London anymore that they won't just come back once we leave? You think that?! Think better! I read the history books! I know that those brothers are tough! And I know how tough that raccoon is! And y'all better know that I don't take too kindly to interference. That raccoon is somewhere, and so are the Willington Brothers, who I hate the most. I do believe I may have come to a realization, 'chap'. Get in the sewers, and find that raccoon! Thaddeus has to be here somewhere! And where's Penelope?"
—"Who? The mouse? We haven't found her yet."
"Then you better go and find her then," the wasp glared at the hare, "we need her for something really important! Now get going!"
And on that order, the hare left the sewers. But as soon as he did the bug couldn't help but feel he was being watched somehow.
"Why do I sense someone else down here?"
He turned toward Sly, and by extension, the camera. Luckily for Sly, his face was obscured by a wall.
"Must be seeing things again," the wasp concluded, "Ven, you old hornet. People will think you've gone crazy."
"Yeah you probably have," Sly said in a soliloquy, but then started talking to no one in particular, making him no less crazier than Ven.
"Hmm... This must be the guy who Penelope mentioned. Good to know. Now I have to buy some bug repellent."
There was a series of booby traps that Sly had to dodge, but we'll save you the mumbo jumbo.
The format changed to a video one as the author advises you to picture it, with footage of Sly ninja spire jumping over a series of metal spikes, then hitting a sleeping Dastardly Doormouse into the water before walking on a rail and swinging with his cane from a hook above, landing, then knocking over more Horrible Hares and Dastardly Doormice, then sneaking past a Pesky Pony, who he doesn't knock into the water, possibly to avoid triggering traps, then using a hook on the next platform to swing to a rail that he then walks across. Making a left turn and finding a Secret Sly Mask behind some muck, then returning to the main path and to the right, dodging more obstacles and reaching a dead end.
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"I can't believe it," Sly said, as he saw another one of his ancestors, "you're him... You're Thadd-"
"Thaddeus Winslow Cooper III, at your service, chap!"
Thaddeus squinted his eyes as if he were analyzing Sly.
"Hmm... You aren't from here."
"Wait a second," Sly was about to ask, "How did you-"
—"Don't worry, my boy, I can easily deduce why that is. Judging by the style of dress and the way you talk, I say that you aren't just foreign to England, but you are also foreign to this time period, most likely by a century or two, if not more. The strange device in that pocket on your leg is proof enough. Also, judging by the design of the cane, you must be a Cooper like myself. It's lovely to know I live long enough to have children. Tell me, are there any others like you?"
Sly was at a loss for words.
"I see," said Thaddeus, "so that owl finally got to you, didn't he? Blasted devil. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. About a month ago, this beastly insect began construction on what he calls 'Wonderland'. I was forced into hiding when that wasp sent guards after me. He could see through all of my disguises. I had to hide in the sewers after all of my disguises failed. It was the only place no one bothered looking. Speaking of which, do you have a place we can chat, dear boy?"
—"Yes, actually. It's just around-"
"I say," Thaddeus said, interrupting Sly once more, "you don't really need to worry about directions, uh...who are you?"
—"Sly Cooper."
"Ah. Well anyway, seeing as you're tracking some dirt, I'll just follow your footprints and it'll take me right where you've been."
— "But how-"
"Elementary, my dear Sly. They do not call me the greatest sleuth of the Coopers for nothing, you know."
"And don't forget about me," a woman's voice called out to them. Out from the shadows stepped a fox that looked a bit like a familiar vixen.
"I'm Mona Lita Fox," she said, "and I'm the only one who could see through Thaddeus' disguises, but the bug also captured me when I uncovered his latest one and threw me in here with him."
"There's someone," Sly said, "back at our hideout that will be surprised to see you."
Thaddeus and Mona proceeded to follow Sly's footprints as Sly follows him.
Job Complete
Sly Monologue
"Once we'd gotten Thaddeus and Mona back to the safehouse, Thaddeus told us that 'something bizarre was afoot' in London. Given what we had seen on the way over, I had to agree.
It took a while, but it seemed that Thaddeus was willing to lend us more of a helping hand. He told us that the person responsible for turning London into his own personal theme park was someone named 'Ven St. Claire'. After reading his file, it occurred to us that this wasp had a very troubled life. Once a famous theme park owner from New Orleans, Ven St. Claire wanted to establish a second park in London. One of the rides got out of control, and it cost him his reputation and, sadly, his wife. Grief-stricken, St. Claire went on a crime spree, sabotaging the company that was in charge of making safe amusement rides for him, and vowed to bring his wife back any way he could, officially making him insane. I heard what caused the problem was made in this time period. I suppose that's why he came here. You'd think he wouldn't want anything to do with London after what happened, but then again, who knows what goes on in the mind of a lunatic. But I sure know one thing, though. We have to stop him, or he'll cause something far worse than a disaster."