"Here's what we got to go on based on the recon pictures-Thank you, Penelope-Our target is someone who seems to be intercepting and hoarding other people's orders in a 'secret' closet in his apartment. Here are our options: We could shut off the nighttime security system in the back alley and rob the closet while he's asleep, or we could wait until morning and rob him after he leaves for work."
Bentley the turtle finished his plan to his other three mates: Murray the hippo, Dimitri the lizard, and Penelope the mouse. It's been several months since their raccoon leader, Sly Cooper, faked amnesia to be with INTERPOL Inspector Carmelita Fox, and already they miss him.

Then Bentley said "Any questions?"
Dimitri was the first to pipe up: "What about the guy who's always holdin' the fort down and will never give up his post?"
"You mean the doorman?" Dimitri nodded, "That's where you come in. You will use your cheezy, lame English (no offence) to distract the doorman while we make our way to the stairs."
Then Penelope spoke, "What'll we do with the packages?"
"Another good question," said Bentley, "The best thing to do would be to simply bring the stuff to the nearest post office with a hand written apology, and a picture of the hoarder. It's better to see something in the right hands rather than the wrong hands"

There was a moment of silence, then Bentley looked out the nearby window.
"It just isn't the same without Sly helping us out," That was obvious, "I don't remember the last time I told him to jump and press the circle button!"
Everyone was confused, "WHAT?"
"Never mind."

Meanwhile, Sly and Carmelita, who were coincidently a few blocks away, returned to their pad after a fun time at an art show. A REAL art show, nothing a master thief would steal.
"That was the best art show ever!" exclaimed Carmelita, "For once, we got to see something without anything getting stolen!"
All that "steal" talk got Sly nervous. He was afraid that a strange gesture on a topic like that would blow his cover. So he said nothing.
"Here's one: Guess who I ran into while you went to 'excuse yourself': Ex-Captain Neyla!"
"Neyla?" Sly pretended not to know her.
"Apparently, she survived the whole Clock-La fiasco, and right away decided to seek trancidental meditation to redeem herself."
Sly smiled: He remembered when Murry went through a similar phase.
"Anyway," continued Carmelita, "She's coming over soon. You wanna relive old times again?"
Sly nodded, but then regretted doing so. Then he heard a familiar beep come from the bedroom.
"Excuse me for a moment," said Sly.

The beep came from his old binocu-com. He hadn't heard it in a long time. Sly pressed a button and looked through the glass. Inside, a screen panel popped into view, revealing a familiar face: Bentley.
"SLY! It's good to see you! How's Carmelita?"
"She's all right. We didn't do...it...yet. She just invited Neyla over."
"NEYLA? What's she up to now?"
"Carmelita says she redeemed herself recently."
"Okay. That's good to hear. Look, Sly. It's been lonely without you. You put the 'Cooper' in 'Cooper Gang'! You know, it's not too late to confess that you're faking your amnesia."
"You just gave me an idea, little buddy!"
"Good. If this means you're gonna leave Carmelita and come back to our side, meet us at the Morrison building. There's a heist to pull with your name on it!"

Sly placed his binocu-com into the back pocket of his old blue garb. He sat down at a typewriter, and whipped up a note.

Carmelita,
Although it was nice to be with you at last without a shock pistol between us, I must confess that I'm going through a relapse, back to my old thief-ie ways. Go ahead, catch me if you can, unless you still love me regardless.

Goodbye,
Sly

P.S. Say hi to Neyla for me.

Sly pulled out an old calling card, and wrote "I love you. There, I said it" on it with Carmelita's lipstick.

Sly left the note and card on his side of the bed, and slipped on his classic blue garb. He was back.

He jumped from rooftop to rooftop over to Bentley's position outside the Morrison Building.
"It's good to see you again, Sly!" he said.
"Okay. What are we dealing with?"
"Our target's a mailman who's hoarding the packages in his apartment."
"Plan?"
"Got it. Penelope's in the back shutting off the security. Dimitri's inside making long small-talk with the doorman. Murray will be waiting outside the apartment door with a wheelbarrow to haul the stuff out to the van."
"So what do I do?"
"Head inside, find the closet, and carry the stuff to Murray's wheelbarrow," said Bentley, "And remember, whenever you can, jump and press the circle button!"
"WHAT?" shouted Dimitri from inside the building.
"Never mind."

Sly scrambled up the fire escape ladder to the target's apartment. On the right wall was the target's closet. Unfortunately, it was padlocked.
"Don't worry, Sly," said Bentley through the binocu-com, "I got the combination from a reliable local source. Try 5-5-5."
He did. The closet door opened. There was the 'loot'.
"All right," said Bentley, "Now take the mail and load it onto the wheelbarrow. Before you leave, remember to get a picture of the culprit."
Sly opened the door for Murray, and handed the packages to him. Then Sly went into the bad guy's bedroom. He was sound asleep. Sly took a picture with the binocu-com, and quickly made an exit, but not before leaving another calling card in the closet.

At the lobby, Sly and Murray saw Dimitri over by the doorman, watching TV. They started to tiptoe.
"It's okay, people," said Dimitri, "The guy's deaf!"

MEANWHILE...

Carmelita and Neyla read Sly's letter and annotated calling card. They, as expected, were not happy.
"A relapse, huh?" said Neyla.
Carmelita put on her INTERPOL coat and some costly perfume (?!).
Furious, she shouted "Ringtail, you asked for it!", and then aside, "Oh and Neyla, could you hold down the fort? This will take a while..."

WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!

Carmelita did not catch Sly right away, but she is still looking for him.
All went to plan: The Cooper Gang returned the stolen packages to the Post Office, and took off. Their whereabouts are unknown, but this much is clear. Next stop, AMERICA! USA! woo-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!