A/N: Thank you so much for your feedback on the last chapter guys ;) keep it up! Tell your friends about the story too, with new readers come new ideas. I am so sorry for taking forever to update this, school and other activities really picked up as it's almost the end. But don't you worry, I'm not dead ;)

Disclaimer: I ran out of skits for the disclaimer, so I brought you this waffle. *hands you waffle* I don't own the Sly Cooper franchise, but I do own my pants.

Let's have a round of applause for the little guys, the ones who have been faithful from or near the beginning. That's right; in this section we will be showcasing the team van. The team van, the Cooper car, the "Murray Mobile" whatever you want to call it. This gas guzzler has been with us from the beginning, but there are some things you should know when dealing with the van.

This van is Murray's baby. That means you better keep your paws off, unless his express permission is bestowed upon a citizen like yourself. By now you might be wondering what exactly would happen if you did touch the van? Well we have one unfortunate who made that mistake so pay attention to his example!

"Beautiful day for a race isn't it Bentley?" Sly turned to his friend. The gang was in Italy, working to snatch a car whose chasse was made of 24 karat gold. Luckily, Dimitri had quite a few contacts there so they were easily able to set up cover as street racers.

"Yeah sure, Sly, just focus. You need to concentrate on NOT getting yourself killed," Bentley shook his head.

The street race event they were at was being hosted by Lamb O. Ghini a rich lamb who was also the owner of the gold car. They were on the outskirts of Rome; there was a fairly large gathering just off a hidden exit on the highway. Imports, exotics, tuners and just about anything else street worthy was parked there. The gang had really no need to hide their van since it fit right in with all the vehicles.

"Remind me again why Murray isn't driving?" Sly replied, "I mean he drives the van perfectly well."

"Sly that's like trying to fit 10 pounds of gold in a five pound bag, Murray just wouldn't be able to handle the car correctly because he'd be too squished to move the steering wheel," Bentley reasoned.

"Ah, well I see now." Sly shrugged and walked away.

"Dimitri, have you figured out what our target vehicle is yet?" Bentley turned to the iguana, who was leaning against a ruby red Ferrari.

"I don't know turtle bro, he didn't spill it. All I know is that the car looks different from all the rest." Dimitri replied.

"Okay well that means we'd better keep a close eye on-" Bentley gasped, "Where did Murray park the van!"

"Main man Murray has it parked close to highway; super-fast exit in case the coppers bust the party," he replied.

"Well, give me the keys and I'll ask Murray to move it so we're not too obvious," Bentley held out his hand and wheeled over to Dimitri.

"Suuure," the iguana reached into his pocket to pull out the keys, but they weren't there.

"Dimitri! Who has the keys?" Panic rose in Bentley's voice.

"Don't worry about it," he thought for a second, "Murray handed them to you, who handed them to Penelope, who threw them at me, and I put them back in the van so they wouldn't get lost."

Bentley could only face palm. But the familiar sound of an engine turning over immediately caused a chill to run down his spine. He wheeled over to see a dark figure inside their van and driving it off on the highway.

Murray was nearby and went into a rage, "NOBODY STEALS MY BABY!" he ran over to the nearest car, which happened to be a smooth yellow Lamborghini Gallardo and got into the seat with moderate difficulty. What he didn't know was that the owner was standing nearby also and had left his keys in the ignition to talk with someone. The owner also happened to be Lamb O.

Murray slammed on the throttle and peeled out on the highway in pursuit of the van. Lamb O. screamed, "Hey that's my car!" and ran over to another acquaintance and 'borrowed' his Ferrari Enzo.

Not to be outdone or outraced, the other drivers got the idea that Murray was getting a head start and hopped into their vehicles. To make matters worse Carmelita showed up on the scene with several squad cars ready to bust the illegal activities.

So the craziest police chase ensued. The cops chasing after the street racers who were chasing after Lamb O. who was chasing after Murray, who in turn was chasing after the van's mystery thief.

Carnage followed as they raced through the streets of Rome on both sides of the street. They cut through dark alleyways, marketplaces, short residential areas and past all the tourist locations. Murray was hot on the thief's tail, but the thief knew the streets well so it was difficult for Murray to follow.

Unfortunately all the fancy maneuvering led the thief right upon a police roadblock. Murray's heart nearly stopped when he realized the driver was going to try and ram through the heavy SUV's making up the blockage.

The van made it through, causing the cars to have a massive wreck, but it flipped over and rolled on its side. Murray gasped as he passed by the overturned SUV's, causing a pretty large scratch on the car's paint job in the process.

Skidding to a stop beside the van, Murray jumped out and pulled the dazed driver out through the window.

"THE MURRAY does not take kindly to car thieves," he looked at the animal, who appeared to be a weasel of some sort, and scowled, still seething after noticing the dents in the van.

"Oh, heh, sorry pal, you know I thought this might be the gold car and I was just going to take it to the chop shop-"

"Chop…shop? You dare talk about taking MY VAN to the chop shop?" Murray spun the weasel around and flung him as far as he could away from the scene.

"Freeze criminal, you're under arrest!" Carmelita and several other officers ran up and surrounded Murray, but immediately dove for cover when several other street racing vehicles showed up and surrounded him in a circle. Sly exited one and motioned for Murray to get in, but he shook his head. "I'm not leaving this van, never again," he then lifted the van up and set it on its wheels. Sly watched in disbelief as he started it and stepped on the gas, exiting the scene at breakneck speeds.

However, with the keen eye that Sly had, he noticed that underneath the paint job of the scratched Lamborghini was a dull gold. Lamb O. had caught up to the scene and was being hauled away by several officers away from the crash. Before anyone had the chance to approach him, he ran to the car and sped away.

Carmelita noticed and tried to start a pursuit, but things were hot enough already so she let it go grudgingly.

Later that day as the gang was making preparations to leave Italy; Bentley was shaking his head at the previous events. "So you had the choice to take the 24 karat gold car, versus our van? And you chose the van?"

"THE MURRAY always keeps his promises," the hippo said plainly.

A/N: Well, okay I know I didn't cover everything I wanted, but I needed to post something right? I may expand this to a quick third section, but I was really dealing with writer's block for this chapter, I rethought it 3 times. It may take a while to update again, but I'll try not to let it slip past two weeks. I already put my other story on hiatus, so I'm now dedicated to this one lol. Again thank you so much for all your reviews, they mean a lot.