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Paris, France. Interpol HQ. 8:30PM, Local time.

A young, aqua-green wolf in police uniform and an eyepatch walks through the front doors. He awkwardly stumbles through the doors up to the front desk. There, a lime-green parrot secretary glared at him and asked in a french accent, "What do you want?"

"Oh yes," he said in a british accent, pulling out a card to read off of, "I'm here to met one Carmelita Fox."

The secretary glared at the young wolf, then smiled smugly. "Oh yes. Inspector Fox. Just look for the door marked with her name. If you get lost, just listean for her shouting 'Cooper!'"

"Thank you!" he shouted, running toward's the office and shoving the card into his pocket. He walked past the office doors until he came across the door he was searching for, which read 'Interpol Inspector Carmelita Fox.'

He was about to open the door of the famous cop's office when, through the translucent window on the office door, he could make out the shadowly outline of the vixen from inside. He could see her furiously pacing back and forth. Then, he noticed her pick up a box off her desk and lift it above her head. She tossed it toward's the door, making the wolf duck out of the way just in time, causing it to hit one of the officers at the desk behind him.

"Damn that ring-tail!" she shouted in a spanish accent.

"Hey!" one of the officers shouted, tossing the box back before the wolf could even get back up, "Watch where you're throwing those things!"

"Shut up, Dupont!" Carmelita shouted, tossing a paper weight at the officer's head, just missing him. The wolf stood up and asked nervously, "Ah, Inspector Fox?"

" WHAT?!?!" she shouted, glaring at the young cop with a stare that could melt steel.

"OK, I'll go." The wolf said, tail going in between his legs.

The blue-haired vixen sat in her desk chair, rubbing her temple and sighed. "No, come on in. It's not like this can get worse."

The wolf walked into the office. On one wall, he saw the mugshots of some of the crooks that Inspector Fox had arrested: The Panda King, Dimitri, Don Octavio....Mugshot. On one shelf, he saw some momentos: Carmelita's police academy grad photo, stuff like that. On another wall, a bulletin board with pictures of people and evidence relating to the Cooper gang and more importantly, the bigger prize for the Interpol inspector, Sly Cooper himself.

He soon looked at box that Carmelita had thrown. It was slightly dented, but overall OK. He picked up the box and took out what was inside. It was a framed photo, showing Sly Cooper and the gang posing mockingly with a large gold trophy in front of their trademark van.

"Now I see why you were angry." said the wolf.

"Three days ago in Italy," Carmelita began to explain, "I tracked down Cooper. He was planning on taking the cup from the racer who had won the last 15 years. Turns out that he would sabotage and bribe the other racers so he could win. I got him, but not Cooper."

"Well," the wolf said, putting the picture back in the box "That's why I'm here. The name's Robert Webb. I just transferred from Scotland Yard and I prepose a team up."

"Ha! That's funny." scoffed Carmelita, leaning back in her chair, "You know what happened the last time a brit twit teamed up with me?"

Robert held his finger up in a know-it-all sort of way and answered "Oh yes, Inspector Nelya. Framed you for corruption and then tried to take over the world."

"Correct." responded Carmelita, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "So, how do I know I can trust you?"

"Yes, well, you have my word that I have no intrest in taking over the world." said Robert, smiling smugly. Carmelita stared back at him, unconvinced.

"Listean, Inspector Fox, you may have been chasing the Cooper gang for a good part of your life, but anyone who has ever read even a little about them can tell you that they work as well as they do because they are a team."

"What's your point, Webb?" asked Carmelita, taking a sip of her coffee.

"My point is," Robert explained, emphasising on the word 'is', "I have a plan on how you can catch Cooper and his gang." Robert pulled a PDA out of his pocket, showing the profile of some people. "I have a sprinter from Chicago, a weapons expert from Austraila, a explosives expert from South Africa, and me, a proficient criminal profiler who even knows where Cooper is going to show up next."

Carmelita raised an eyebrow. "Go on, Webb." she said.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in the Cooper gang's hideout.....

Murray was eating out of a bag of candy with a jack-o-lantern on it. Bentley wheeled over to him.

"Hey Murray, where did you get the candy?" he asked his life-long friend, "We haven't bought any in weeks."

"Well," said Murray, with a mouth full of gummy worms, "you remember that one Halloween when we were little and those kids stole all the candy from the kids at the orphanage?"

Bentley nodded and said "Why yes. The three of use scared them with our ghost costume and then all the kids gave us a share of the candy."

"Yeah and it was awesome! But it turned out, I still had a little leftover." Murray explained.

Bentley got a slightly grossed out look on his face. "Murray, please don't tell me you are actually eating that candy we got when we were kids! Some of those brands don't even EXIST anymore!"

"But they still taste brand new!" argued Murray, shoving another mouthful of old candy into his mouth.

Walking into the room, holding his trademark cane and a large book, Sly walked in and said "If you guys are finished talking about mummified candy, I know where our next heist is going to be." He placed the book on the table and opened it up and pointed to a picture of a lanky-looking wolverine.

Bentley pointed to the picture and noted "Hey, I've heard about him! That's Pierre Loup-Garou!"

"Who?" asked Murray, scratching his head.

Sly explained to his friend "He's the kingpin of the mafia in Montreal, Canada. He grew up a sickly poor kid on the streets, but somehow is now getting protection money from over half the people in the city."

Murray's eyes lit up like candles. "Canada?!?!? SWEET! I haven't had fresh maple syrup since we went after Jean Bison! Ah man! First we go to one of the biggest races in the world, now this! Awesome!"

Sly grinned and told him "Glad you approve, Murray. Let's start packing up the van."

"I'll contact Dimitri to look after the hidout well we're gone." said Bentley.

"That reminds me," Murray told Bentley, "Tell him not to drink so much of my soda collection well we're gone. Last time, he almost drank almost all the groovy grape I collected!"

"Maybe I should mention that you collected most of those during one of our earliest high-profile heists." replied Bentley. Sly just chuckled as he started to gather his stuff.

To be continued........