Sly sat down at the game table and watched with a yawn as Bentley explained the rules of Go to the boys, and a still panicked Murray – who insisted that the small black pieces of the game were the shells off of a cockroach. Sly smiled at the hippo and turned away, rubbing his arm, I've squashed bigger roaches than that before.

Christian and Gabriel seemed just as bored with the explanations as the master thief did, and their focus was now on a large set of marbles. "Can't we play with those?" Christian asked, jutting a finger at a container of the small glass balls. Bentley sighed agitatedly and looked over to where the boy was pointing.

"I'm sorry boys," he said in his nasally voice, "but once you pick a game, you should really stick with it until you're done."

"But we haven't even begun to play the game, and its already mind-numbing," Christian whined. "Why does it have to have so many rules?"

"I've told you before, it's a strategy game," the turtle groaned, stroking his forehead.

"Well we didn't know that when you pushed us in here, with your mouth all foaming and everything," Gabriel snapped.

The turtle frowned for a moment, and then fixed his glasses so they would stay up his nose. "I wasn't foaming at the mouth," he said indignantly. Over his shoulder he could hear Sly chuckle, and he turned around to face his friend. "What's so funny?"

"You were kind of sweating and drooling a bit, Bentley," he said with a wide grin.

"So I want to teach the kids some culture, is that so wrong?" the turtle snarled.

"A board game is cultural?" the twins asked in unison, their eyebrows rising.

"When it's been around since perhaps in the tenth century, if not earlier, then yes, it's cultural," Bentley smiled smugly and crossed his arms.

"I thought the idea of playing with games was to have fun, not learn," Gabriel muttered.

"Boys you just can't play a game without first appreciating the long, history of said game," the turtle insisted.

"Marbles were played in ancient Egypt, history lesson over," Christian said with his own smile, he nodded to his brother and the two bounced off of their seats, speeding toward the small balls.

"Boys, wait a minute," Bentley screeched, knocking over the table, and sending all of the white and black pieces of Go scrambling everywhere. Numerous black pieces landed near Murray and the still suspicious hippo screamed like a little girl, and nearly leapt out of the plane's roof.

His eyes were wide, and in a total state of alarm, he tore a seat from its hinges, pounding on the black pieces that "seemed" to come after him. Bentley huffed and used his cross bow with a sleep dart to calm his friend, but it only seemed to alarm him all the more, and Bentley started smashing the white pieces as well, his mouth truly foaming, and his pupils small. Sly attempted to restrain him as best he could, but that wasn't too well, as the master thief could not stop laughing long enough to get a good grip on his friend.

Meanwhile the boys had been struggling with the jar of marbles, which for some reason had a child lock on it. Determined to get a chance to enjoy the small glass orbs, the boys fiddled with the jar until they heard a low hiss, and then a whoosh as the lid went sailing across the room, smacking Bentley in the head, as he desperately tried to maintain order, and losing terribly.

"For the love of Einstein and safety guards," he wailed. The turtle hurried over to the cockpit, to try and explain the situation to Walter, hoping he could do something to alleviate the problem, but the weasel only smiled.

"So long as they don't screw up my flying, and cause us to crash, I'm not sure there's much I can do," he said with a chuckle.

Bentley yowled in despair and rushed back into the play room, where Sly was still busily trying to subdue Murray, and where the boys were arguing who had made a critical point in their game of marbles. "That's it," the turtle snarled. "I've had it." He stomped over to the overturned box of Go and swished pieces into their small cups, slamming them back into the box, and then picked up the folding chair and shot Murray with another dart before dropping into a chair.

"There's no need to have a hissy fit," Christian said with a click of his tongue.

Sly let go of Murray and stared at the boy with massive eyes, "What did you just say?" he cackled.

"There's plenty of reason to have a 'hissy' fit," Bentley snapped, interrupting the boy. "You two are totally out of control," he said, verbally slamming the twins. Sly tried to interrupt, but was caught off by his friend. "And you need to act your age," he hissed.

"I think I act perfectly for someone who's twenty three," the raccoon said with an uncertain grin, his fingers massaging his arm.

"You act like you're still a teenager sometimes," the turtle said, his eyes growing heavy.

"Bentley, you're not being very nice," Murray snapped, pulling the darts from his rear end.

"Oh man, we didn't need to see that," Christian gasped. The hippo looked at the two of them and then back at Bentley. "Look, we're all tired, this has been hard on us all, but its almost over, so there's really nothing. . . nothing . . .," The hippo frowned for a moment, and looked at the scientist. "There's something I've been dying to tell you this whole time," he said his voice slurring.

Bentley looked up at his friend, his lids refusing to stay up much longer, "Yeah, what's that?" he snapped. Why am I so darned sleepy?

Murray opened his large mouth to say something, raising a finger and then it seemed as if someone hit the pause button for a few seconds. "Night-night," the hippo said, collapsing straight on top of his friend. Sly gasped in shock, and raced over to them, heaving Murray from Bentley, who lay there unconscious.

Sly frowned, his heart pounding, until he found why his smaller friend had been down for the count. Somehow he managed to fire a sleep dart at himself, and now it was lodged right between his shell and his inter leg. He smiled and yanked it loose, covering his two friends, and sat down in another chair.

He stared at the two young boys and smiled, so this was how a normal child played, if you could call being the children of a high ranking Interpol officer, the siblings of two others, and accidentally kidnapped by today's greatest thief normal. When he was still living with his parents, and then his father, he had no true friends, as they moved from one place to the next ever so often, now he knew why – to avoid Clockwerk and his goons from finding them.

He frowned for a moment and stroked his chin, "So how exactly do the two of you know what 'throwing a hissy fit' means anyway?" They stared at him with big doe eyes and looked at each other, the larger of the twins shaking his head back and forth at the other one.

"We just kind of . . . heard it," Christian said, slowly.

"Care to tell me where?" he asked, resting his chin and hands on his cane.

"Somewhere," Gabriel answered quickly.

"Ah so that explains it," Sly said with a chuckle. "Somewhere, I've been there before. One of my best friends, 'No body' and his cousin, 'Not me' both live there."

Christian stared at him for a moment, looking as though he was going to puck, and then looked away. "Um, ringtail?"

"Hmm?" Sly was twirling his cane now, studying the boys.

"What does Lambada mean?" the boy asked hesitantly. Gabriel's head snapped toward his brother and frowned as he spoke.

Sly frowned with a blink, thought. "Well, there's a dance called the Lambada," he said as he thought.

"How does anyone have a dance?" Gabriel asked, forgetting his silence.

"I'm not sure I follow you," Sly said his frown growing.

Gabriel paced back and forth and looked at his brother, "It wasn't Lambada; it was something like Limbado."

Sly's frown was getting longer each time. Limbado? "And where did you hear about this?"

"Someplace," they answered in unison.

Sly chuckled again and removed his hat, stroking his hair. "Do you know how to spell it?"

The boys frowned, thought for a moment, and finally Gabriel nodded. "L. i. b. i. d. o."

Sly felt his mouth drop all the way to Australia and he was incapable of blinking. "What! How, when, where did you hear that," he rose to his feet and frowned, "time to fess up boys."

"You don't tell will you?" Gabriel asked, his eyes beginning to tear.

"He's a thief, can you really trust him anyway?" the other twin snapped. "We should have kept our mouths' shut."

"You were the one to say hissy fit," Gabriel snapped.

"Be quiet, Gus," Christian snarled, using his brother's short versioned nickname – for Smiley Gus.

"Boy's enough," Sly snapped. He put his hands on his hips, and tried to best imitate his father's look when he got angry at Sly, the best he could remember. "Where did you hear that?"

They looked at him for the longest amount of time and sighed together, "From Carmelita's diary," they groaned.

"She say's you have a lot of it, and always dreams about you having more," Christian said quickly.

If it was possible for Sly's jaw to be lower than what it already was, then whatever was lower than Australia from where he was; would have been there already. He blinked for a moment, and the burst into hysterical laughter. It was an older sister's worst nightmare come to life, her little brothers had not only ready her private thoughts; they'd just shared them with the guy she was writing about! He dropped to he knees and laughed and laughed until he couldn't breathe.

"So, what does it mean?" they asked.

"I'll tell you when you're older," he wheezed when he could finally speak.

Okay chapter five is done. I was supposed to be on in the 4th of September, but now it does not seem likely at 100 that, that's going to happen. Of course it still might, but that is a slim possibility. So if that's the case, you all might just have your hands full of chapters! And of course, if I'm on line on the 4th, I will work hard to try and write a chapter each day until the 8th, so either way it's a win-win situation for you fans.

Speaking of fans, a new review has come in! Um, three times, which I don't know why, but he or she has posted a review nonetheless.

DivneGuardian: Thank you so much for your comments. I hope that you enjoyed these two chapters at the very least, and thanks for the criticism.

Its come to my attention, and not from DivinGuardian either, that my Sly fiction has a lot of curse words. What do the rest of you think? Am I using them too much, is it taking away from the story? Let me know what you think.

Oh, and no, I'm not Australian, DivinGuardian, I'm American with Scottish, Norwegian, and English heritage. Okay on to chapter six.