woo! on a rool!!! OH YEAH!! Never, I repeat, NEVER have I ever published a third chapter of a story!! This is incredible!!

First, I wanna thank my fans

Then I wanna thank myself

lastly, I wanna thank my parents...

oh what am i kidding, they dont care, thanks everybody!!

location:

the Re' kois hotel

(don't ask me what it means)

"Good morning Jodi, I'm Jorjiba Patino standing in front of Interpol police station, where Ms. Inspector Carmelita Fox has just returned from Russia, well, actually, more like rescued. It has seemed to occur that Inspector Fox was found clinging to a runway atop an inactive volcano. Oh, here she is now. Ms. Fox, we have heard that one of our camera men reported a sighting of you and notorious criminal Sly Cooper 'smooching'. Is this true?

"This is most certainly not true. Nothing occured between me and the criminal."

"But, Inspector, pictures were taken, we have one witness, did anything occur of the sort?"

"I assure you, NOTHING happened."

"And what do you say about this?"

"That photo must be fake."

"But ma'm-"

"Do you accuse me of lying? Although this thief has attempted many tricks to sidetract me, kissing is certainly not one of them."

"And what about the fact that you were handcuffed to the rail of the runway?"

"No comment. I am not answering any more of these foolish questions."

"But Ms. Fox, wouldn't you like to put an end to these rumors?"

"I'm going to put an end to you!! NO MORE QUESTIONS!!"

"And there you have it, Inspector Fox is going to put an end to me. Are these rumors true? Is there a reason for her denials? We may never know. Back to you Jodi, in the studio."

Click

"Woah, that fox is mean."

The raccoon threw the remote aside. "Shush, gabby; she's not mean, just in denial." Mona cluthed a throw pillow to her chest and squinted, lost in thought.

Gabby shrugged. The rotweiler flipped a brown wave aside and glanced behind to herself in the mirror. She was georgeous, and she knew it. She wrinkled her black nose, full of herself. Then she realized it. She turned back to Mona and snapped,

"Denial?! You mean you believe the publicity?"

"Of course. It's pretty obvious she was lying."

"Oh, Mona, this is ludacris. Let's go over the main points again." She reached over to the coffee table and folded the newspaper page back. She skimmed the article, then cleared her throat.

"Hmm, okay it reads here that supposely Ms. Inspector fox tailed Sly cooper and then cornered him on this runway. It was heard that she gave him a ten second head start for him to escape, possibly she was doing it to rub in the fact that he was to be captured? Anyhoo, on the count of one, thief Sly Cooper impulsively kissed Ms. fox and ran off, and it was not until he escaped that she had found out that she was handcuffed to the rail of the runway by Sly himself."

Gabby slapped the paper on the table, resting her case. Mona stared at the front picture of Carmelita, coldly. "He's sneaky."

"He's devious." The dog cooed.

"He used the same trick Sam used on me. Yep, thats a father's boy."

Gabby flicked her wrist, which made all her bracelets jingle, and snapped, "There ya go, mentioning Sam again."

"You know, I let you go the first time, but now you are just being ignorant."

"Me? Ignorant?"

"Yes, you. Why don't you just-just go somewhere?!" Mona yelled as she rubbed her temples.

"FINE! I'M LEAVING!" Gabby snapped her teeth, then got up to get her coat.

"FINE! I WON'T CARE!!"

Gabby pulled her left arm into her coat, and sneered at Mona. "I'M GOING OUT, AND I'LL BRING YOU BACK A SANDWICH!!"

"Make it pastrami."

She agreed. "Okay, I'm outta here."

Mona heard the door close. Good. Gabby was gone. Now Miss Mona could have some time to think to herself. She closed her eyes and thought, thought, okay, she wasn't thinking. She sighed, a little down. Staring at the maroon carpet until she could see the very molecules that existed within the thing, she got up and walked to her window. Such a priceless view could be seen; even from the third floor, and Mona leaned to look at the people below. Some vendors, a few waiters, and a blue haired-fox. Wait, what was the last one? She leaned in more and squinted as her mouth dropped to the floor. This gawk suddenly turned into a smile as a most marvelous plan hit her. She raced to her cellphone.

"Hello, Gabby, stop where you're at, I have a little job for you..."

----CARMELITA----

Stupid reporters, stupid rumors, stupid cooper. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be in this mess. Oh, he will pay. Carmelita stomped furiously down the avenue, babbling on to herself in spanish how stupid everything was. Then she stopped. And sighed, and remained calm. But then she got angry again when she thought of what other things would result from Cooper's actions. Oh, and when the chief hears about this, he'll be furious. It's always that stupid raccoon messing up everything! And yet... She raised a paw to her lips and almost smiled. Shaking out of it, she continued to walk down the sidewalk.

The sun shone behind Carmelita, creating a great black shadow to walk beside her, and almost seemed to be piercing through her back and into her soul. Carmelita felt it, and she hated the sun for that. She hated everything right now. The fox stopped to wait for the street light to change, while her shadow took a step foward and then stopped. That was not her shadow. Ms. Fox stared at that shadow, then shrugged as she brushed through pedestrians also crossing the street. The sun continued to tail her, and so did the shadow.

After a few countless minutes of pacing around the avenue, Carmelita knew more than she needed to know. This shadow, or better yet, person, had been following her. And another thing was that this person was trying to do it with out being noticed, but horribly failing.

"What do you want?"

The shadow answered from behind her. "What?"

Carmelita turned around, frustrated. She met with a short, young woman, almost. Oh no, it was a woman. "Oh, I know what you want." She placed her paws on her hips. "You're a reporter looking to get a 'scoop' or whatever by following me."

The person began to studder, as she back away. "Um...um, yeah, no I'm not.."

"Yes you are!" The fox yelled. "Look, I will not answer any more questions, so just BACK OFF!"

The person was now terrified by this fox's temper. She is mean, she thought. Placing her paws up in defense, she answered, "See, see, I'm not a reporter, I'm just new here."

Carmelita's lip curled in confusion.

The woman continued. "I've heard all about you, you're Ms.Inspector Carmelita fox. You're the greatest, and well, seeing how unaware I am of the crime rate in Paris, which I'm sure is very low because of your great work, I'd figure I'd stick by you."

For a second, Carmelita didn't know how to take this. She sure knows how to kiss up. "Look, I'm very flattered, but this city is as safe as can be. So, just..." she made a fanning away gesture with her paws. "shoo."

"Okay, Ms.Fox. I respect you, and I'm sure what you say must be true. Sorry if I bothered you."

And the woman left.

Forty-five minutes of walking passed, and Ms.Fox had finally arrived home-a cozy 2nd floor uptown apartment. She let out a sign of relief as she entered her sanctuary. No cameras, no chief, and best of all, no cooper. Slamming the entrance behind her, every step she took only made her more exausted. She threw her keys on the bed and plopped after it, face-first onto the plain bedspread. Then she heard it.

The door.

The light knocking became heavier with each passing minute, like a secret knock or "important news" knock. Carmelita lifted her head heavily and sleepy-eyed as she slided to the door. Twisting the knob for this lock and pulling out the chain for that, when she had finally made her way down to the knob and opened the door, no one was there. The fox poked her head out of the entrance to see a shadow; a swift shadow. Wait, more like a person! Carmelita rushed out the door, slamming it behing her, and chased after the shadow.

Her adredalin raced as she did down the steps, but when she had reached the last staircase, the shadow beat her to the door and escaped into the world. The vixen sighed as she dropped her head in defeat; whoever this other shadow was or what it was up to she may never know. Carmelita heard someone enter, and she looked up to see an unwanted person.

"YOU AGAIN?!"

Indeed there she was again-carmelita's biggest fan-this time inspecting her mailbox.

The woman struggled to come up with an explanation. "Oh, Ms. Inspector Fox, I was just...just..."

Carmelita clutched her fist and pointed threatening-like at the person. "Okay, following me is one thing, but entering THIS building and checking MY mailbox? What are you, a stalker?!"

The woman sighed, then apologized up and down. Carmelita let her go; eyeing the woman until she dissapeared out the door and down the block; and the fox went upstairs.

----GABBY----

"Okay, there, your little job is done; Happy? I almost got myself arrested following this madwoman." Gabby groaned into her cellphone, with it's many charms and stickers.

Mona blinked surprisingly at the quickness of Gabby's job; never had she been caught and able to think of such a good cover-up on the spot. It's too bad Gabby could not see her adknowledgement. "What was the door number again?"

"It was 3J. Why?"

"Yes," The raccoon proposed. "No reason, its just good to know."

Gabby put a confused face. "Is there something you're not telling me? And how do I know you're not making this up on the spot? Mona? MONA?!"

Mona had already hung up.

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O what a chapter!! Sly should make an appearance soon, I mean, it's his story too. SLY MUST ALWAYS BE THE STAR!! ARGGG!

Me: oh look, mail.

Gabby: what is it?

Me: It's a letter from the IBM keyboard people saying we can't type no more a's

Gabby: WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO MORE A'S?! A'S ARE GREAT, THEY'RE LIKE THE BEST. THEY'RE AMUSING, AMAZING, MAN, I LOVE A'S. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Me: re you hppy?

Last but not least, Vanished Paradigm, I await your review...