A raccoon laid across the sand. His cane leaving a mark. When he woke up, he thought of Ancient Egypt at first. A pyramid, and some palm trees. But it wasn't until he saw a paved road and a milk store across that he changed his mind. A billboard stood mightily, saying "Only in Ohio".
"What the..." Sly stopped as he saw a Burger King. "Now I must be hallucinating." He rubbed his eyes, but they didn't disappear. He turned around, but that didn't work either. He even decided to sleep for 15 minutes, but nothing worked. He decided to head into the milk store.
"I guess I'm going to get the milk." He jokingly said. As he walked in, he saw a familiar hero from a band of heroes. That's right, it's Donnie. "Hey. I thought you were in NYC. How did you get here?" Sly asked.
"Yeah... about that..." Donnie was about to say what happened, until Sly cut him off.
"What? Did a wormhole suck you in?" Sly asked, jokingly.
"Well, actually, yes. I still need to find, or at least, call my bros. But there's no service out here." Donnie explained. "Also, who are you? Looks like you don't have any rizz." Donnie playfully asked.
"The name's Sly, Sly Cooper. And I... probably shouldn't announce my occupation in public. Also, I feel bad for what Gen Alpha has come upon." Sly said. He glanced over to the shopkeeper. And it's none other than...
Muggshot.
Frickin' Muggshot.
"Cooper! What the heck are ya doin'! Gah!" Muggshot screamed.
"Great. Just the thing I needed now." Sly said, annoyed. He looked at the bottom of the milk cartons. Stolen from Walmart, eh? Sly thought. He decided to plant sticky bombs on the doors, windows, and counters. Sly screamed at the top of his lungs, "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES PEOPLE." This caught people's attention and caused them to evacuate. Sly ran out, too. And then, the red button. It was hard to push, always making people uneasy. But, Sly did it.
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BOOM!
The explosion went off. The milk store is no more. But there's gonna be more. Soon.
Stay tuned for the next chapter.