U-1 answered my phone, then he hung up.
"That was Wayne," he explained, "He's asking if you want to come to a friend's loft for a party."
"I'm in," I said.

So that night, it was me, Egg-yolk, Wayne, Garth, and U-1. No Slim Guy. This was just perfect. Suddenly, the jazz/blues orchestra that was hired saw us and called me over to perform, and I did my blues rendition of Egg-yolk's "Taste of Teriyaki".

After the song, I got off the bandstand, and the orchestra jumped into "The Pink Panther". Right away, I caught sight of a orange/white fox with a beige coat and blue jeans over by the punch bowl. I walked over to her, and I notice that she had an INTERPOL badge on her coat.
'INTERPOL' I thought, 'better watch my step around this one!'
"How ya doin'?" I spoke as an icebreaker, "Thomas Fay. Musician. Century Records," I handed her a Mini CD of my hits.
"Carmelita Fox. Inspector. INTERPOL," she said with a Spanish accent, "Where are you from?"
"New York. Yourself?"
"Spain."
How do you like that? Rodneytown's not the only place they're doing cross-breeding experiments! But I tried to keep cool, and lay off the fox jokes.
"Have you seen this criminal?" she handed me a B/W picture of a raccoon wearing a hat and holding a sword-like cane.
"Maybe...I dunno," I said honestly.
"I got a tip that he's here tonight," said Carmelita, "If you see him, gimmie a shout."
I gave her back the picture, and went to mingle.

Then, at a table by the window, was the same raccoon that was in that picture, looking out onto the Chicago moonlight. That was the same guy I ran into when the moving truck was gassing up at a rest stop en route to Chicago!
"SLY!" I said, walking over to him, "How's it goin'?"
"Cool," he said. He recognized me instantly.
"How's life as a thief?"
"That's MASTER thief to you," he said. A master thief steals from OTHER thieves.
"Well?"
"Pretty slow. There's not a lot of thefts going on. They say crime always happens in a city."
"Maybe they were trying to get a rise outta you."
Sly chuckled.
"Anyway, we gotta keep this on the down low, because the INTERPOL's here tonight," I continued.
"Carmelita?"
"I think so. You know how I can get rid of her for you?"
"How bout distracting her? I hear she's easy to insult."
"Okay."

I walked back to Carmelita, who just got herself a refill on punch. Now was the right time for insults.
"Hey, Caramel!" I said cheerfully.
"CarmeLITA!" she said, frustratingly.
"No, I think it's Caramel," she sighed, "Lemmie ask you something: Aren't you a little too 'foxy' to be working for the INTERPOL?" she game me the look, "Izzat your face or did someone use superglue on that mask?" she slapped me, "I've had harder," she slapped harder, "Too hard...skip it. I know! I'll bet you 10 to 1 that you're a lesbian!"
"THAT'S the last straw!" she barked.
She took out a notebook, and wrote this down:

TO PERSUE:
Sly Cooper-for Thievery
Thomas Fay-for Lame Insults

"Okay, let's go."
"You know what?" I said quickly, "I gotta use the bathroom first."
"All right," she excused me.
I really used the bathroom. Then I washed up and completely forgot about Carmelita, right until I saw her standing in front of me when I opened the door. I quickly turned into a ghost, and then invisible, and jumped straight up on the ceiling. Carmelita walked into the bathroom, curious of where I went. While hanging on the ceiling, I slammed the door behind her, and crawled right through it. I flew over back to Sly, and turned back to human.
"Woah!" he said, "Where did you learn to do that?"
"It's a long story."
I turned around to see Carmelita open the bathroom door, and looking for me. Then I turned back to Sly.
"Can I hitch a ride in your van?"
He nodded, and we prepared to exit, but not before telling the others I was leaving. Meanwhile, the orchestra started to play the Peter Gunn theme (These guys must love Henry Mancini!)

Carmelita gathered fellow INTERPOL officers and followed us. We managed to loose them for a while on the elevator: they had no other choice but to take the stairs.
The elevator opened up to the parking garage where Sly's van was waiting.
Already at the wheel were Sly's two companions: Murry the hippo, and Bentley the turtle.
"Where can we drop you?" said Murry.
"Over by the Madison Loop station."
I looked out the back as the van took off with a jerk. The INTERPOL got into their cars and began to chase us. Through Bentley's evesdropping device, I could hear Carmelita and the local chief in the front car:

"Oh, great," said Carmelita, "The thief is helping the insulter escape."
"Or is he stealing him?" asked the chief.
"I dunno. Cooper claims to steal from other thieves. I'll believe it when I see it."
Later on...
"Who do you tend to persue more? Thieves or bad-mouths?" asked the boss.
"I treat 'em all the same. Last week I focused my attention on a jaywalker."
"Isn't that a little too harsh?"
"My motto is that all lawbreakers should be brought to justice."
Eventually...
"Is this Thomas Fay guy a thief like your Sly guy?"
"He says he's a musician. He even gave me this CD."
"At least he provided proof."
"I dunno. He could be a fake."
"Well, put it on."
She did. My voice and harmonica came out through their stereo.
After a while, the chief broke the ice: "Yeah. Definately proof."

When we got to my building, the van pulled over, and so did the Interpol cars.
"They're pulling over!" said Carmelita, "Should we arrest him now?"
Before the chief could say anything, they both saw me shot out the top of the van, and across to my apartment window.
He finally said "I say we should...call it a night."
"What about Ringtail?"
"Let 'em go this time. He didn't steal anything yet."