~Location: Rural City - Egypt~
~Date/Time: 1300 B.C., Midday~
"I don't believe you..." The older raccoon scoffed at Sly, shaking his head in disbelief.
The younger raccoon sighed softly, scratching the back of his neck with his cane. "What is so hard to believe?"
Slytunkhamen raised a brow questioningly. "All of it. You are too young to be my elder ancestor and I've never had a son. I don't even have a wife yet."
"Not yet... You will."
"It's hard to settle down when I'm an enemy of the Pharaoh."
"Heh... Just wait..."
"Enough of this... I'm wasting my time with you."
"Just hear me out... Alright... I'm from the future."
"Future? You take me for a fool? How is that possible?"
"I- You... wouldn't believe me."
"Can you tell me anything that I'd believe?"
Sly thought about it for a moment, recalling the notes on his Egyptian ancestors from the Thievius Raccoonus. As he thought about it, he took a drink from a canteen of water that Slytunkhamen had provided. The idea came quickly. "Yeah, I can. Look up your father's entry in the Thievius Raccoonus..."
The older raccoon paused for a moment, walking out of sight and returning with a newly wrapped book. Sly smiled softly as he recognized the family heirloom. Slytunkhamen cleared his throat, opening the book and sifting through the few written pages.
"Sly, right? I have my father's entry. What do you know about it?"
"I know his technique, the 'Shadow Power', and I've mastered it." Sly demonstrated by vanishing and watching his ancestor's jaw drop.
"Alright! I believe you! We are related! What do you want from me?!"
Sly reappeared, casually leaning on the wall. "I need your help to get home."
"And... where are you from, exactly?"
Sly smiled and shook his head. "I told you already."
"R-Right... How do we get you home?"
"Um... Still working on that..."
"How did you know about my father? And our book?"
"Well... I read that book a long time after you do. The book that your father gave to you is the same book that my father will give to me in about 3,000 years. I have an idea... Do you have a pen?"
"A what?"
"A pencil? No? Ack... What was it... What do you write with? I'll write a note to my friends and they'll see it."
Slytunkhamen returned with a reed and pigmented water in a small clay jar. "You think that would work?"
"I don't have many options, do I?" Sly dipped the reed in the ink and gestured for the Thievius Raccoonus.
Slytunkhamen shook his head, pulling back the book. "The blank pages after my father's pages are for me to tell my life."
"Then I'll write on a different page."
"I can't let you do that. You've read this book before, right? What page did you write on?"
"I never got a chance to write my story yet. There's so much that I've wanted to do."
"I see. So... I can write on my pages and say that you're here with me."
"No! You don't write that! You write about your greatest theft of all!"
"Greatest theft? Hah! I've stolen only from guards. Not much honor in that."
"Hmm. Then... I need something... an object."
"What?"
"I need to hide something. I need something from this time that my friends can find and use to come here."
"And your friends will find this something 3,000 years from now?"
"Um... Maybe?"
"You have to do better than that."
"What can I do? I need something physical and I need to show my friends where it is. Otherwise... I'm never going home."
"Well, if you're going to stay with me until then, you can't go around the city claiming to be my future relative."
"So that means I can stay? You'll help me?"
Slytunkhamen nodded, looking towards the window. "You are a Cooper. I believe that. As Coopers, we can do anything."
"Anything? Because I think I know what we can do. You're not going to like it."
"And what would that be?"
The two discussed what the younger raccoon had in mind. Sly took on the role of Slytunkhamen III, the supposed son of the raccoon before him. Together, they would pull off a heist. It would be a heist that would surely get Bentley's attention. It would certainly be the greatest theft that Slytunkhamen and his new-found son would ever accomplish. It was also the most dangerous.
"How dangerous?" Sly asked, discarding his torn and sand filled clothes for something surprisingly more comfortable.
"You must've gone on your own adventures, right?"
"Of course."
"How many of them attempted to kill you?"
"All of them, I think."
"You sure about that?"
"When you say 'kill', you mean..."
"I mean that if you're caught by the guards and brought to the Pharaoh, you could be trialed and executed. You could be impaled, drowned, or beheaded... We both could suffer the same fate."
"B-Both?" Sly stammered.
"I suspect that was what they intended to do with you when you arrived. They would've trialed with you in my place or torture you to give up where I was hiding. Related or not, we are both similar in appearance. I doubt it would matter to them if we weren't related."
"And now since you rescued me, they are sure of a connection between us."
"Precisely."
"So are you chickening out?"
"I am not a chicken... We are both raccoons..."
"I know that... It's an expression from where I'm from. It must've translated wrong. I meant to ask if you were too scared to continue."
"Well, my efforts to change your mind have failed. You'll need my help to do it, so I will join you."
"Right."
"We are safe here for now. I relocated before they were able to find me."
"I appreciate that you brought me here, but we have to leave."
"What for?"
"Preparations."