Chapter Seven.

"Gerald King?"

"That's a-me." Carmelita, or should we say Gerald, had bought a very cool car and had driven to Hamburg where Sly, Matt and the gang were. "And I'd like to join your gang."

"Why?" asked Bentley. "The gang's pretty full anyway…"

Sly looked into Carmelita's eyes. "You look kinda familiar" he said. "Have I seen you before?"

"Um… maybe… at the Sly Cooper Fan Club? I've definatly seen you, Mr. Cooper… and I'm your biggest fan."

"My biggest fan?"

"Hell yeah!" she replied. "And I can't wait to tell my mates that I was working with Sly Cooper! And Matt Tember, of course! Why, I remember your brother in his thieving days" she added to Matt. "He was a God, just like you, Mr. Cooper…"

"Sly" Sly butted in. "Call me Sly. And yes, Gerald. I'll let you into the gang."

But Murray interrupted, "Err, Sly, I don't think it's wise to let him in, he could be a spy in disguise…"

"Aw, quit your worrying Murray. He'll be fine. Welcome to the family Gerald." He shook Carmelita's hand.

Bentley then signaled his alarm. "Uh-oh, Jackson is making his way towards his office! We have to get the Go-Go Machine back there!"

"How do we do that?" asked Matt curiously.

"Well, err, you and Sly put your guard disguises on, distract Jackson as much as you can. Meanwhile, Murray and Garry will drive the Machine back to the office."

"What do we do when we've done that?" asked Garry.

Lawrence replied, "Stick to Bentley's plan, everybody. Sly and Matt will sneak up to the top of the stage to land that eavesdrop on Mike Jackson. The rest of us will keep watch as if we are members of the crowd. Except you, Gerald" he said to Carmelita. "You come up with a backup plan. Stand near the stage."

"Gotcha" said everybody together.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" shrieked Bentley. "Let's go!"

Murray and Garry leapt into the Van and sped as fast as they could towards Mike Jackson's office. At the same time, Matt and Sly used their teamwork to track down Jackson. Sly used his binocucom, whilst Matt pointed him out. Eventually they managed to track him down.

"Err… boss?" said Sly, in his German accent.

Jackson turned around. "Yes?"

Matt gulped. "We were just wondering if… if… you're wearing the right colour suit!" He then slapped himself. Only an idiot could have thought of a worse question.

"What? Pink's not my colour? I could go back to the office and change if you insist."

"Er, no, no! You'd only waste time! The recital starts in about fifteen minutes!" said Sly.

"And pink really SUITS you, Sir!" added Matt. He then looked into the distance. He could just make out the tiny figure of Murray climbing back into the Cooper Getaway Van. "Er, actually, boss, we'd better get going. Harrison told me some troublemakers are about."

"OK then" said Jackson in reply. "See you, boys!"

"See ya, Sir!" replied Sly. "Come on, partner. Let's go." Once Jackson was off the scene, he spoke through the binocucom. "OK, plan's set. See you at the recital."

"Excellent" said Carmelita, or Gerald. "See you soon, boys!"

The recital had then begun. Jackson was tap-dancing along to a catchy tune of music. What he didn't know was that Sly and Matt were climbing the stage's pipes. Eventually they had made it to the top… and just in time, too. Jackson had pulled out his Go-Go Machine, and was starting to fire it. However, when he had pressed the red button, a big dollop of jam had landed in his face! From the seats, Bentley gave Sly and Matt a thumbs-up. Next thing you know, a piano had fallen on top of Jackson. The music stopped. Several people started to make their way toward the stage, leaping at Jackson's dead body. Nobody saw the Cooper Gang leave the recital (and Germany) apart from Carmelita, still disguised as Gerald, and Inspector Neyla. Neither of them saw each other, or the Cooper Gang. Failing to catch Cooper and Tember, Neyla arrested Jackson instead.