Disclaimer: Sly Cooper isn't mine.

"SNOOTCH TO THE MOTHERFUCKING NOOTCH"

(Story pauses)

(A/N: You know what, no. I know everybody loves them but if I put them in the story like this, much less at all, then I might as well have Carmelita going 'I"MA FIRIN MAH LAZEH!!!!' And although that would be funny as hell I want this to be a serious story so excuse me for a minute)

(Narrator goes to pound the hell out of writer to make him change the story.)

Sly was running out of time and options. The Robo-falcons surrounded them at all sides. There were about ten left, fifty when the fight started. And although they thinned out the ranks quite a bit Sly and Carmelita were too fatigued and injured to fight anymore. "Damn it where the hell is Barkley?!" Carmelita yelled at her partner, shooting her last ammo clip at one of the bots. But it only achieved charring the armor a bit. The R.F.s pushed back Sly and Carmelita as far as they could, adding a few more wounds here and there. "Were toast aren't we?" Sly asked her wincing from the pain after losing his footing. She shortly fell next to him in a similar manner. "No, we can still win this if we…" but she didn't get to finish because of a distraction in the form of an electrical cattle prod coming out of hands that just happened to be attached to the Robo-falcons. "Yeah were toast." Carmelita admitted. One of the falcons lunged forward prepared to strike the two, they awaited the final blow when… it never came. Sly forced himself to look up and saw a man with about the same physical build as Sly. Maybe a bit more robust in the torso area. One of the first things Sly noticed about this man was that he was a bird of some kind, which he could tell from his dark brown feathers in place of fur and hair and wings instead of arms. He was wearing black slacks with black dress shoes along with a red shirt with a black blazer and tie on top with it. The man actually grabbed the Robo-falcons cattle prod armed hand in mid-swing. He then wasted no time pulling the falcon closer to him allowing him to punch the bots head clean off. This guy was definitely not a push-over. Sly, Carmelita and even the Robo-falcons realized this. And the Robo-falcons also realized that he was a threat that needed to be dealt with. Another falcon charged at the mystery man with a metallic screech but was stopped in his tracks with a well placed kick in the gut and then a boot to the head from the other foot. Now the Robo-falcons were not only worried, they were afraid. Clockwerk built them to recognize each and every threat to their existence and and exterminate them immediately. They even attacked Clockwerk himself for this reason but he got there obedience back with a good dosage of fear and torture. So when a new threat comes along they take it out. And no matter how strong this new threat was they would fulfill their programming. The mystery man was thinking pretty much the same as the R.F.s but he ended with 'If they live'. Now the bird charged towards the falcons instead of the other way around and knocked three of them on the floor with a roundhouse kick and killed one of the three with a back flip stomp on its torso. The other two he knocked back quickly got back on their feet to kill the assailant but one got a decapitating blow to the head and the other one got yet another kick to the noggin… but this one came from a different foot. Sly and Carmelita both saw another newcomer. A black panther, female given the curves. It was clad in a green tank-top, brown khaki shorts which showed of her very slender legs pant-pant…..

(A/N: The current narrator has been shot and replaced with a new one.)

"Starting the party without me Tyler?" The panther asked the bird who was apparently named Tyler. "Chel, when this is over, remind me to kick your ass." Tyler said to the-now-known-as-Chel. Tyler looked behind him and saw Sly and Carmelita as if he just now notice them. He made a gesture towards Chel to go towards the two. Chel nodded and left Tyler to fend for himself against the R.F.s. When Chel reached the two she took out two identical items from a knapsack she had on. The items looked like pills and Sly was about to ask what she was doing with them before she shoved one down both Sly and Carmelita's throats. Carmelita stood up on her feet getting ready to pound the ever loving crap out of the panther when she realized something, she stood up. Earlier she had barely enough energy to stand let alone beat the crap out of anything and yet she was on her feet feeling as though she never experienced pain all her life. Sly stood up too feeling pretty much the same thing. They both stared at the girl in shock. "Good shit, right?" She asked the two completely ignoring the fact that Carmelita still had a hand grasping her collar. Wasn't the only thing she was ignoring. "Chel! Get your ass over here now!" Tyler screamed grappling with the R.F.s. "He is always so negative." Chel said shaking her head before joining the fray once again. Sly and Carmelita looked at each other for a while, trying to decide whether they should help them out. After all, they looked like they wanted to help but they had no idea who they were. In the end Sly, saying nothing, sprinted towards Tyler, Chel, and the five remaining Robo-falcons. And after about two seconds, so did Carmelita. As they rush towards their enemies and supposed allies, they knew one thing was certain: This was going to get ugly.