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Chapter 3: Fraley's Pawnshop
"Sly, I'm not very sure this is a good idea. Do you realize the trouble we could get into if we're caught?" Bentley had decided to sneak out of the orphanage with Sly, but now he regretted it.
"Look, if you don't want to come with me just go back to the dorms. Either way, I'm selling all this loot I've stolen for some cash, and then I'm gonna hang out at the local arcade for a while. I'm tellin' ya, Bentley, you'll miss out on a lot of fun by staying here." Sly finished unlocking the door with his lockpick, and then stepped outside. Tonight wasn't that busy because there were very few cars on the road. From all of the heists Sly had been on with his father he knew the city inside and out. "C'mon, Bentley, this way."
"But those cars are moving awfully fast. Plus, this hill has ice on it. Its too dangerous to go tonight." Bentley was hoping he could talk Sly out of going.
"Hey, Bentley?"
So much for that.
Sly noticed that there weren't many cars on the road so he had an idea. "Bentley, get into your shell. This is going to be fun." Sly looked at Bentley with a mischievious grin on his face.
"Woohoo! This is freakin' awesome!" Sly was cruising down the hill on Bentley, using his shell as a sled. When they neared the road Sly used his hands to push the shell a little to the left so they could hit a wooden ramp.
As Mr. Mendez was leaving the orphanage he had to pull over to the side of the road to fix a flat tire. "Ah, I can't believe this! First Cooper gets in trouble, causing me to stay late to deal with the problem, and now this! What next, a freaking flying turtle?" Mr. Mendez was nearly scared to death when a turtle with a hooded figure on it landed on the hood of his car, and then slid off it, and into a bush. "What in God's name?" Mendez was furious when he seen the huge dent in his car. "That little scumbag! When I find out who did this-" Mendez was cut off when a snowball busted directly in his face.
Sly and Bentley ran down the road as fast as they could, laughing their heads off. "Now, see all of the fun you'd be missing out on if you'd had stayed in that dull orphanage? Not only did we just hit an awesome jump, but we also ticked off Mr. Mendez without him knowing it was us."
Even Bentley had to admit that it had been fun as heck. "C'mon, lets do it again! We've still got enough time for one more ride!"
"Ah, maybe some other time. Mr. Mendez is still over there cursing to himself. Hehe! He just slipped on some ice and fell in yellow snow! Alright, enough goofing around, Fraley's place isn't far.
Bentley had now learned that whenever Sly said something wasn't far it always turned out to be a long ways off. "We've been walking for two hours. When are we going to get there, Sly?"
"We're already here. We've passed this place five times already. I just couldn't let that one guy get away from me without stealing his wallet. You seen all of the money that guy was carrying, he was loaded. It was worth the time." They walked into the small pawnshop and saw Fraley setting at his desk reading a book. "Yo, Fraley, remember me?"
"Cooper? Say, ain't you the Master Thief's son? I thought you was killed the same night your father was." Fraley was a crazy old wolf. He had once shot at customers because he had thought they were religous cultists who wanted his sacred treasure. His sacred treasure was nothing but a fifty eight year old bottle of wine. Nobody knew how Fraley had become such a nutcase.
"No. I'd rather really not talk about that. Look, I got some stuff in my pack to sell you." Sly placed all of his stolen goods on Fraley's counter. Sly had stolen a ton of things. Jonesy's watch, Carmelita's butterfly necklace, Big Burt's silver skull ring, and some other exspensive jewelry. He had thought about stealing Mr. Mendez's prized golf trophy but realized that Mendez would easily notice it was gone because he polished it everyday.
"God bless, boy, you've been busy. I'll pay ya two hundred for the whole lot. Whaddya say, boy?" Fraley spit out tobacco juice in a can that was beside Bentley. Sly had given a silent laugh when a little had gotten on Bentley.
"You got a deal." Sly had ripped Fraley off. All of the loot combined only equaled a total of ninety, but because Fraley wasn't too bright he had given more than what it was worth. As Sly stepped out of Fraley's shop he checked his pocket watch. "Darn. I was hoping we would have time to go take a trip to the arcade but we don't. We'll have to do it another time. C'mon, lets get back to the orphanage."
"Sounds fine to me. I feel like I'm about to pass out. This odor is unbearable." Bentley could still see the stain on his shirt that the tobacco juice had left on it.
"Hehe! Better you than me!"
"Ah, just shut up, ringtail!" Bentley and Sly poked fun at each other the entire way back to the orphanage, with Bentley constantly griping about the tobacco stain.
