Harley Keener opened his eyes. He found himself to be laying down on a couch. The teenage human boy saw three anthropomorphic animals standing in front of him: a raccoon, a hippo, and a turtle. All three of them were male. Harley slowly rose up. He looked at the three animals standing in front of him in shock. Harley looked at his surroundings. In front of him was a TV, which has hidden by the three animals. The room had a bunch of tables. Harley had no idea where he was or how he got here. Last thing he remembered was him and his sister being in some kind of museum. Harley ran away from some fox lady with a shock pistol. He blacked out inside of a van. At least that's how Harley remembered it. Harley Keener continued to stare at the three animals.
"Who are you guys?" Harley asked the three animals.
"My name is Sly. Sly Cooper. And these are my friends, Murray and Bentley." the raccoon said, introducing Harley to him and his friends.
"My name is Harley. Harley Keener." Harley said to Sly and his friends.
"Where am I?" Harley asked.
"You're in our safe house." the turtle said to me. "We found you lying in our van. We decided to bring you here."
"Ok." Harley said. The three animals went their separate ways. Harley decided to pull out his laptop and play a computer game. The game that Harley played was called Alone in the Dark. Alone in the Dark was an obscure survival horror game that was released in the year 1992 for MS-DOS computer systems. It was one of Harley's favorite games. There was a sense of mystery that envoked Harley into the game. Harley started to play the game.
A couple of days later.
Harley P.O.V.
It was time for the Cooper Gang to start their plan. They were after some type of criminal organization called the Klaww Gang. Their first member of this Klaww Gang was a lizard named Dimitri Lousteau. From what me and the Cooper Gang could gather, Dimitri was an art forger. I ain't talking about those guys on DeviantArt who like to edit famous paintings to put a unique spin on it. I'm talking about a guy who literally paints over famous artworks and tries to make something new out of it. The art world wasn't ready for his Andy Warhol-esque artworks. He made a living forging money and owning strip clubs like he's a pimp from the Grand Theft Auto games. Dimitri had been using these metallic tail feathers to print his forged money. Sly and the gang seemed determined to stop this Dimitri guy and collect these mysterious tail feathers that I knew next to nothing about.
Me and Sly went off to do our separate things. He was directing me to some kind of wine cellar. I had to crawl through some vents. Sly was tasked with redirecting some satellite arrays so that way Bentley could hack them. I don't know why Bentley would do such a thing like that. I was tasked with going through some random wine cellar so that way I could take some recon photos of Dimitri's nightclub. I came across the pink hippo known as Murray. He was waiting for me.
"It's nice to see you, buddy." Murray said to me. "Want to kick some rat ass?"
"I'm ready. I guess. I never really fought anyone physically." I said to the hippo.
"That's okay. Just watch what I do." Murray said to me.
I noticed that there were a bunch of rats walking around all over the place. They were blocking the entrance to the wine cellar that I was supposed to go to. Me and the hippo watched the dumb rats just walking around the place. We decided to take action. Me and Murray beat up the rats. It was super cool. For a guy like me who had never been in a fight before in his life, I was certainly doing a good job at defeating the rats. I have never been involved in an physical fight before. I am usually a pacifist. But, it felt good when me and Murray were defeating the rats in the cellar. I felt this sense of power. I felt that nothing could stop me.
After me and Murray got done beating up the rats, Murray lifted up the gate so that way I could pass through. I vaulted over the gates. I then came across a laser barrier. I spotted a table nearby. Bentley told me to crawl underneath the table. Let me just say that I'm not the nimblest of people. I'm 5 feet 4 inches tall. The gap underneath the table was pretty small width wise. I didn't know whether my body could fit underneath the table or not. I laid flat on the floor. I crawled like Spider-Man underneath the table. I was surprisingly able to fit through the width of the underside of the the with little problems. I couldn't believe how easy it was for me to crawl underneath a table without effort or strain on my body. I then decided to use the sleight of my hands to pickpocket a few guards.
The coins magically magnetized to one of my hands. Most people don't know this, but I have a metallic, bionic hand. A couple of years ago, before half of my world was decimated in a mass genocidal event, I was working on a project for my wood shop class in my middle school. I had to use super glue to weld a few wooden things together. I was making a wooden sculpture. I was busy super gluing wooden pieces together when all of a sudden, for some strange reason, I decided it would be a good idea to super glue my entire left hand to the table to see how long my hand would be able to be stuck to the table for. I seriously wished I would've known just how powerful the adhesion power of super glue could be. I poured super glue all over my hand and slammed my hand onto the table. It was stuck on the table pretty hard.
You know that one episode of Spongebob in which Spongebob accidentally gets his entire body stuck in the wringer and he couldn't get unstuck from the wringer. During that episode, Patrick Star, Spongebob's mentally retarded best friend decides to "help" Spongebob by putting superglue onto Spongebob's body which was still stuck in the wringer, leaving Spongebob almost permanently stuck inside of the wringer. Imagine that predicament, but instead of my whole entire body being stuck to a wringer, it was my hand being stuck to a table. Needless to say, I was stuck there for 4-5 hours.
My uncle Scott Keener, who is the closest thing I have to a father figure that I have, was sleeping. By the time my uncle woke up and found me in the garage with my hand stuck to the table, the glue had already hardened. My mother was at her job. She works as a magazine designer for Macy. She comes up with the things to put into the magazines that Macy's sell. My uncle took me to the hospital. The doctors tried removing my hand from the table using really hot water. Unfortunately, the glue had already bonded to the skin of my hand. I suffered second degree burns on my hands. The doctors eventually had no choice but to amputate my hand because there was no way to remove my super glued hand from the table without permanently breaking up my left hand. The doctors amputated my hand.
I was forced to do everything right handed for the next couple of days. The doctors were busy constructing a bionic hand for me to attach to my body. A couple of days later, the doctors of the hospital inserted a bionic hand into my body. It had many cool and exciting features like a built in metal detector, a thermal sensor, the ability to detach one of my fingers to use as a missile etc. It functions as a normal hand too. The doctors who made my bionic hand had put a synthetic skin over my hand, like the skin they used to cover up the robots in the Terminator movies.
Now you know how an idiotic mistake led to me having a bionic left hand. I pick pocketed the coins form the guards. I knocked them out. Then, I snuck into a nearby air vent and made my way into Dimitri's nightclub, knocking out a few guards along the way and bypassing the laser barriers. I soon found another air vent and crawled into that. I soon found myself to be in some sort of printing press room. I saw a anthropomorphic male purple lizard walking around the place.
"Who the hell is that guy?" I asked Bentley via my binocucom.
"That's Dimitri Lousteau. A professional art forger and literal lounge lizard." Bentley said. "He's a member of the Klaww Gang."
"So basically like a male version of Donna Summer and an amalgamation of Frank Abagnale Jr." I said.
"Who're Donna Summer and Frank Abagnale Jr.?" Bentley asked me.
"I'll tell you who they are later." I said to Bentley.
I took out my Polaroid camera. It looked like an average Polaroid camera, with a few modifications; like a zoom function and the ability to shoot pictures in 1080p quality. I got the camera for Christmas last year. It's a really good camera. You can take pictures instantly without having to wait for your photos to develop in a one hour photo shop. I snapped a picture of the purple lizard that was walking around. I next took a picture of the printing press.
"Ingenious! Dimitri's using the Clockwerk tail feathers as printing plates. Given their rare alloy they'll never wear out. Unlimited forged money!" Bentley said.
"Seriously. How do you know the money's forged? It could be real. You don't know that." I said to Bentley.
"Trust me, I know that money's forged. Money isn't supposed to be printed like that." Bentley said to me.
I took a photo of the generator. It looked like an outdated fax machine.
"That generator seems to be powering the security systems down here." Bentley said to me. After I took all of the pictures I needed, Bentley said to me, "That should do it, Harley. Head back to the safe house, and we'll cook up a plan of attack."
"Cook me some dinner while you are at it. I'm freaking starving!" I said to Bentley as I headed back to the Cooper Gang hideout.