Harley P.O.V.
Upon entering the printing press area of Dimitri's nightclub, we saw the iguana that was behind this whole mess to begin with: Dimitri Lousteau. I never really got to see Dimitri up close before. I got a good look at the guy. He wore this dirty ass green jacket with green trousers. The lizard looked like one of those crack heads you would find in some random alleyway in the Bronx area of New York City, not this great art forger he claimed to be. He was no Bob Ross. Dimitri's eyelids were blue and baggy, like he hadn't slept in like 5 weeks. He had a blue crest on top of his head. Dimitri had these rings on his fingers like he's trying to be like Eminem or something. This Dimitri guy was crazy.
"Gah! So, Raccoonus Doodus and Harley Farley... you guys are like totally bumming my house up and bringing me down. So very uncool. Why can't you let birds and bees be free, bro?" Dimitri said to us.
"What the hell are you saying?" I asked Dimitri. "Are you on crack?"
"I don't take that demon juju shit." Dimitri said.
"You sure about that?" I asked Dimitri. He acted like he was high on several types of drugs. He was talking like a wannabe rap star who got rejected by Hollywood for being to classy.
"Listen, Dimitri, you have no idea what you're playing with... it'll bring more than your house down..." Sly said to Dimitri.
"Look, bro. I see that you are a tough cowboy... a man with taste... style... vision... a connoisseur of finer things. Like me. Look, I'm sure that two cats in a bag like us can work something out, yeah? We smoove, yeah? Look... see the money? You like the money? You can take all you want. I can—" Dimitri said.
"Are you f**king kidding me? You seriously think that you can just get away with printing forged money and then bribe us with fake currency. No, I don't think so. Your operation needs to go bye bye." I said to Dimitri.
"I agree with Harley. Your operation needs to shut down. Printing forged currency is unacceptable. You, along with the rest of your gang are going to be taken down and me and my gang will steal your Clockwerk parts whether you like it or not!" Sly said to Dimitri.
"What is this with clocks, bro? Have you no vision? Are you hearing what I beam to you? You think you have juice? Don't show me a little mind when talking about such big things... You think you can swing the bat? Show your bling and let me shine you!" Dimitri said to me and Sly.
"We have no idea what the hell you are talking about. Lay off the ecstasy. Your suit sucks. Where'd you get that suit from? The discount section at K-Mart." I said.
"Let's dance!" Dimitri said.
Me and the raccoon chased after Dimitri. The iguana was moving super freaking fast. Me and Sly had trouble defeating this guy. I used the environment around me to defeat the iguana since I really didn't know how to defeat him. Sly kept whacking Dimitri with his cane. Eventually, Dimitri was defeated. He was knocked against the printing press. He was sprawled out over the press.
"You take Clockwerk feathers and my counterfeiting operation, it's past tense." Dimitri said wearily.
"We're doing you a favor, asshole. You shouldn't be doing this type of shit. It's beyond acceptable." I said to the iguana. Me and Sly took the Clockwerk tail feathers away from Dimitri and we got the hell out of the nightclub. We regrouped with Murray and Bentley and we drove away from the area.
Sly P.O.V.
My gang and I had done it. The Clockwerk tail feathers were ours, and Dimitri's counterfeiting operation was ruined. Due to the untimely arrival of Carmelita, my escape got a little tricky. Angry at having just missed me, she took it out on Dimitri, shutting down the nightclub and throwing the frustrated forger behind bars. The Gang and I headed out of town for a week in Monaco. Bentley wanted to try out his new card counting formula, and I figured the team had earned themselves a well-deserved break.