THE NEW SLY COOPER CHRONICLES
GREASY SWEET
Sly's next big adventure had begun. Right now he was going after the members of the Klaww Gang , whom had stolen the Clockwerk parts and using them for their own selfish little schemes. The first one was Dimitri, whom in hindsight was probably the least harmful of the Klaww Gang. But nonetheless, every part of Clockwerk, even something as seemingly insignificant as the Tail Feathers, needed to be destroyed.
Sly was busy with one of the earlier missions, planting a bugged painting in Dimitri's office. Quite the irony that a forger would get one of his own unique paintings swapped out for a forgery. But Sly ran into a little surprise on the way. He had to go through the kitchen of the Black Chateau, where the drinks and food were prepared. Sly hid inside the storage to avoid being seen by the cooks.
He looked to see several bags with a weird, red powder. Upon closer look it resembled some kind of spice, but not one he ever sees Murray using in cooking. He took a picture with his Binocucom of the labels. "Bentley, I don't know why, but my instincts tell me that spice is bad news somehow."
"I checked out the pictures. The label corresponds to the spice operation of Rajan, another Klaww Gang member. In the Underworld he is known as one of the greatest dealers in illegal spices. These spices in particular leave people open to suggestion." Bentley explained.
"So Dimitri is basically slipping them a roofie?" Sly noted. "I thought he was a wacko, not…that he'd just drug all of his customers."
"I don't detect anything in the Chateau itself to trigger the hypnosis, but this still looks bad, because these kind of spices can remain in one's system for quite a while. This nightclub needs to be shut down, and it is no longer for just the forgeries." Bentley added.
"Then I better plant this bug soon, and then we tear the Night Club down, with our bare hands if we need to." Sly said. These actions disgusted him. He would have a good word with Mr. Hiphop Iguana once they were able to confront him.
So, over the course of the night, they had wrecked Dimitri's water tower and fountain, dropped a giant disco ball, disabled his security and pulled down the peacock sign at the front. That had created a pathway to the underground printing press room.
There Dimitri Lousteau, the master forger himself, came eye to eye with Sly. "Argh! Raccoonus Doodus, you are like, totally bumming my house up and bringing me down. Wasn't it enough that you had to snatch the Venus de Whalo from under my nose, now you are tearing up my Chateau. So very uncool! Why can't you let the birds and the bees be free, bro?" Dimitri said in his weird mangled English. Bentley over his intercom flinched as ifhis violation of the English language physically hurt him.
"That statue didn't belong to you or Madame D'Oinkeau. Her family scammed the artist out of his work, and you could forget me letting a forger whom drugs his visitors get away with it!" Sly pointed out.
"Drug? Dude, I think you got some dust in your attic!" Dimitri said as he pointed at the side of his head. "Dimitri punishes people whom can't get behind his greasy sweetness, but he wouldn't sink that low. That would totally cramp my style."
"Then explain those illegal spice you have in your kitchen!" Sly said, pointing his cane menacingly at Dimitri.
"Point that poor excuse for a pimp cane somewhere else. As to enlighten you, it was a gift from big cheese of India Rajan. He and his buddies funded my chateau, can do as I want, the wind can blow free and wherever and however it wants. Only condition is to use the Indian spice." Dimitri said, shrugging.
Sly looked at Dimitri. He looked like an idiot, dressed like a total idiot, and talked like a total idiot. Sly could imagine he would be easily tricked. Sly rubbed the space in between his eyes, as he took a sigh. "Dimitri, I think your buddies are using you as a pawn in some kind of wicked scheme. Those spices are illegal; they leave people open for suggestion. They even gave you the Clockwerk part that is the least dangerous because they don't take you seriously."
"You are pulling my leg, bro. The Klaww Dudes are Dimitri's pals. They wouldn't stifle me, the Big Mr. Pimp Daddy, right? I think we are mixing a few things up." Dimitri said.
Sly got annoyed at this guy's tacky looks and behaviour. "Listen Dimitri, you have no idea what you're playing with. It'll bring more than your house down."
"Listen bro, I can see you're a tough cowboy. A man with taste, style, vision! A connoisseur of finer things. Like me! Look, I'm sure that two cats in a bag can work something out, yeah? We smoove, yeah? See the money? You like the money? You can take all you want!" Dimitri said.
Sly lost his patience with this idiot. "I don't care for your money, I don't care for your art, I don't care for any of this. You hold one of the pieces of one of the most dangerous machines ever made, you are a clueless pawn in a drug operation, and I'm here to make sure that no more people get hurt, and if you open your eyes for even a few seconds instead of shoving your head up your own arse, then we can make a difference!"
"You're lying! You're just jealous of the big man! Have you no vision? Are you hearing what I beam to you? You think you have juice? Don't show me you have a little mind when talking about such big things…You think you can swing the bat? Show your bling and let me shine you!"
Sly raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you just said. By the way, the suit sucks!" Sly said, pointing at Dimitri's tacky outfit.
Dimitri let out a high pitched, scratchy scream of frustration and screamed: "Let's dance!" Dimitri said as he charged at Sly. Sly stepped aside and whacked Dimitri with his cane on the back of his head. He readied his cane again, but Dimitri danced out of the way…Literally. He spun and lashed with his tail, as Sly leaned back to avoid it. Dimitri then yelled: "Shamon!" and then thrust his arms forward with a dance-like rhythm, with Sly blocking and dodging his blows. He swiped his cane, Dimitri dropping down on his back to dodge before leading into a breakdance with Sly being hit and knocked back with a spin kick.
Okay, Sly was initially taken back by Dimitri's odd fighting style, but he was catching on to Dimitri's pattern. He jumped forward, but this time Sly dodged, put his foot forward and readier his cane, tripping Dimitri up. "Argh! You are breaking up the groove!" Dimitri said as he launched several arm and leg thrusts, but Sly was ready this time and the purple iguana couldn't land a hit. Sly caught one of Dimitri's arm, twirled his cane and delivered a thrust attack to send Dimitri flying across the room.
Dimitri got up, let out an 'Eep' and ran to the other side of the room to get some distance. He then held out his hand, and one of his rings, one with a dark purple gem in it, shot out an electric purple blast. Sly hid behind some vials of green printing ink. "Both fashionable and useful, I'm the King of Bling, baby!" Dimitri said. He started shooting all around the room, but after a few shots, Dimitri's ring sparked and refused to fire. Apparently it overheated quickly.
As Dimitri desperately waited for the cool-down, Sly closed the space between him and Dimitri and whacked him in the face, before pulling the ring from his finger, and crushing it under his foot. Dimitri let out a comical girly scream as he ran for it, Sly going after him. Dimitri was desperate to get away from Sly and didn't notice the puddle of spilled printing ink, and he slipped. He would have fallen off and into the printing press below and crushed, if Sly hadn't used his cane to hook Dimitri back in time. Sly then lifted Dimitri over his head and then crammed him into a nearby barrel so he was stuck. "And stay there."
"You…you saved me? But…you're a killjoy! You are the antithesis whom is cramming my style." Dimitri asked.
"I'm not the bad guy, that's what I've been telling you!" Sly said as with one whack of his cane he wrecked the control of the printing press, and the machines stopped. "Printing fake money…that is very low, even for a common thief, it's a lazy way out. And all this because no one likes your art? Listen real closely…If you do something, don't do it to gain recognition, do it because you want to do it. There will always be people whom won't like your art, but you should not stop. You get better, you do it because your heart tells you. Punishing others because of expression an opinion is not the way to go. And as a result, it allowed people worse then you to use you."
"You have easy talking; You Cooper Raccoonus dudes are famous." Dimitri said.
"I did what I do, my ancestors did what they did because they believed in what they did: and that was stealing from the biggest bad guys and protect the good people. I am not an expert, but is art not supposed to inspire, to express something? By being in it for fame and glory you will not get anywhere. The police will be here soon, and they will confirm that those spices are indeed illegal. I suggest you rethink your life." Sly added.
"You…Crackerbox!" Dimitri said, fainting, the recent events being too much for him to handle.
"I hope he'll learn in the future." Sly said as he jumped on the press, pulled the Tail feathers out, and carried them off. Dimitri would be picked up by the police later and confronted with what he has been unknowingly aiding with. The spice would still be in the body of the customers for a while, but nothing has triggered it yet, so the Cooper gang decided to first cut off the spice shipments directly at the source with Rajan, while Carmelita and Interpol would search for a cure for these spice poisonings…
But Sly and his friends knew, that there was something bigger going on. The Fiendish Five were a group but they mostly did their own thing. But judging from the operations here, there is a bigger master plan going on, and they are planning to thwart it while also collecting the Clockwerk parts. This was something much bigger, and unlike last time it was no more collecting of Treasure Keys or blasting their way through to thwart these schemes. They had to plan things out better than ever, because the worst was yet to come…