Scott Kore walked around in awe of the 1950s. He couldn't believe that he was in the year 1957. He had no idea how he got there. One minute, he was in the year 2019, watching the Dick Van Dyke Show, which took place in the 1950s. The next minute, Scott was in the 1950s. He saw a McDonald's restaurant. Scott entered the McDonald'd restaurant. The view was breath taking. The interior of the McDonald's was nice and clean. There was beautiful chefs working the kitchen and counter. The restaurant was ful of all sorts of people.
Scott went up to the counter, asked for what he wanted from the menu and sat down in a vacant table. He was thinking about his nephews Julius and Tommy Kore. A few minutes later, Scott got his food at ate it. He had no idea that his nephews Julius and Tommy were stuck in the virtual world of the Sly Cooper games.
Sly P.O.V.
Another Clockwerk part had surfaced in India, so the boys and I loaded up the van and zeroed in on our next target: a mysterious spice lord known as Rajan. A self-made man who grew up poor on the streets of Calcutta, he started his life of crime selling illegal spices in the black market, eventually growing his small outfit into a sizable operation and earning himself a seat in the prestigious Klaww Gang. He's since crowned himself "Lord of the Hills," and while he goes to great lengths to convince others of his royalty, it's mostly to convince himself. True to form, he's holding a lavish ball in his newly-purchased "ancestral palace." The reason? To show off his latest acquisition: the Clockwerk wings. The symbol of my enemy. If you saw the wings silhouetted against the night sky, it was already too late for you, especially if your name was Cooper. Rajan believes displaying the wings will bring him prestige, and maybe they will, but they're also bringing me.
Julius P.O.V.
I was heading out for my first mission in India, which was to take creepy photos of the guests of Rajan's ballroom party. Which was fine by me, as long as I get to post the photos on Instagram. I love Instagram. Instagram is an awesome website in which you post photos and videos and they garner a billion hits. I learned the Ninja Spire Jump, a thief in which I already knew from playing the Sly Cooper games. I used my Ninja Spire Jump, which was difficult at first, since the Ninja Spire Jump move was a lot harder to pull off physically than it was to pull it off using a PlayStation 3 controller back in the real world. Eventually, I got the hang of it.
Once I headed out into the ballrom, Bentley messaged me via my binocucom.
"Easy does it, Julius. Don't go out into the balcony, and you shall remain undetected."
"Ok." I said to Bentley. "I'm going to pull out my phone and take pictures of the guests using it. Once I'm done, I'll post the photos on Instagram."
"What's Instagram?" Bentley asked me.
"An awesome photo sharing app." I explained to the turtle. I put away my binocucom and took out my Samsung Galaxy S10 cell phone. I selected the camera app and I took photos of the guests of the party guests at Rajan's ballroom. The first photo I took was of Rajan, an orange male tiger with more swagger than Michael Jackson. He wore a purple turban on top of his head. He also wore green and purple pants.
"That's him." Bentley said to me in my earpiece. "Rajan's really pulled out all the stops to impress people at his party."
The next photo I took was of the Clockwerk Wings, which were affixed atop of a large trone, the kind of throne that a king from Medieval Times might have.
"Look's like the wings are really welded into the chair." Bentley said. "They look pretty heavy. Getting them out of the ballroom is going to be a challenge."
I then took a photo of a winch that was suspended in mid air and was attached to the ceiling.
"A winch." Bentley said. "That could be useful." "Maybe you should take some photos of the guests."
I took a picture of Jean Bison, a large bison with red fur carrying a curled wooden stick that was adorn with blades.
"That's Jean Bison." Bentley said. "A member of the Klaww Gang and Canadian shipping baron."
I took a photo of Arpeggio, a bird who was perched in a perakeet cage.
"Another Klaww Gang member, Arpeggio specializes in exotic technology." Bentley said.
I then took a photo of a blue spider named The Contessa, an Interpol warden that hypnotized criminals into giving her money.
"That's The Contessa, a high ranking Interpol warden. She must be working undercover to expose Rajan's illegal spice ring." Bentley said.
I took a photo of Carmelita Fox, who was wearing a pretty dress and had her done up nice.
"Carmelita's here too. She must be working undercover with The Contessa to bust Rajan." Bentley said.
Last but not least, I took a photo of Neyla. I couldn't believe that cocksucking bitch was at Rajan's party. She shouldn't have been invited to Rajan's party.
"Neyla, another undercover officer. Watch out, Julius. This party's crawling with cops!" Bentley said.
After I got done taking pictures of the guests of Rajan's party with my cell phone, Bentley said to me, "That's all the photos we need, Julius. Bring them bsck to the safehouse, and we'll start building up a gameplan."
"Ok." I tell Bentley, not revealing the fact that I was going to post the recon photos on Instagram. I opned the Instagram moile app and uploaded all of the photos, with the exception of the Clockwerk Wings and the winch, to Instagram. I then headed out of the ballroom and back toward the safehouse to show Bentley the photos I took.