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The Cooper Gang Hideout, Paris France. 8:09 PM local time

Sly Cooper, the famous raccoon master thief takes some time to sleep. Even a master criminal has to rest for a little bit. Meanwhile, his lifelong friend, Murray the hippo, works on his melee attacks on a punching bag. Suddenly, Sly's other lifelong friend, Bentley the turtle, rolled in on his wheelchair. He was holding a brown package from the mail that had come over Thiefnet.

"Hey guys, it's finally here!" he shouted.

Sly woke up and asked with a yawn "What's here, Bentley?" Bentley ripped open the packaging, opened the box underneath and revealed what was inside. It was an old treasure map.

"This is the secrect to our next heist. I ordered it off of Thiefnet. It leads to an area in southern Texas, where they speak of gangs of theives that appear in duststroms that are said to be so powerful, getting lost in them is getting lost in time and space itself! I bought it, but I think the latter is mostly byperbole." explained Bentley.

"What do you mean?" asked Murray.

"Well Murray, space and time aren't that easy to play around with. I dobt sand can do that." answered Bentley.

Murray, pointing towards the sudden source of bright blue light on the other end of the room, told him. "Well then what does that make that thing over there?" Sly and Bentley turned their heads and dropped their jaws. The trio walked over to a bright blue portal of light.

"Sweet Sagan!" exclaimed Bentley. "It's an interdimensional portal!"

"How do you know that?" asked Sly, leaning his cane. Murray, meanwhile started to slowly walk closer to the portal, trying not to grab his friend's attention.

"I've read about this sort of thing, Sly. You see, our universe is just one in an infinite number of universes. Some are only slightly different, such as one where some people talk a little differently, to being something as radically different as, say, one where Carmelita is a thief." said Bentley.

Sly thought about it for a moment, then told him "I like the sound of that world."

Murray grabbed their attention by asking "Umm.. guys?". They looked to see Murray's mighty fist stuck in the potral. They could tell from the way he was inching towards the inside, he was getting sucked in.

"Hang on, Murray!" they both shouted, grabbing him from behind. Despite their strength, which normally combined could at least help to pull Murray out of most tight squeezes, wasn't doing any good, as Murray slowly started to go inside more and more, dragging his friends with him.

Despite having his head on the other side, they could hear Murray say "Hey guys, you should check this out. It's pretty cool in here!"

"Murray, no time for sight-seeing!" yelled Bentley. "If we don't pull you out of this portal, who know where in existence we could end up!" Unfortunately, they couldn't hold his balk, and soon, all three of them where sucked in, the portal closing up behind them.

They couldn't tell heads or tails of this world; it just seemed to be various shades of blue. There was no grass, no clouds, no buildings, nothing to orient a single thing about where they were. They could have been falling up for all they knew. Suddenly, after about a minute, when they started to figure if the end of the Cooper gang would be to spend the rest of their lives falling in a blue abyss, they hit the ground (which was a very dark shade of blue and soild enough to walk on). They soon got back up on their feet, dusted themselves off and started to wonder about this strange blue world.

"Well, that was.....new." commented Sly.

"No doubt about that." agreed Bentley, who was checking his wheelchair's computer "But according to this, there is some sort of Wi-Fi connection all around us!" Suddenly, a small blue window appeared on Bentley's computer screen. "What the.." he bagan to ask.

He was interupted by a computer voice that chimed "Installing.....Welcome to the Interactive Competitor Database or ICD, your guide to the other fighters in this universe. My programer installed me when it was detected that you had an active computer system."

"Programer?" asked Bentley.

"Other fighters?" Sly added, stroking his chin.

"Yes." answered the ICD voice. "The competition's Mastermind is a great fan of the Cooper gang. He thinks that your status as your universe's greatest and most honorable thieves is the stuff of legends."

Sly got a smug smile on his face. "Well, I geuss this guy knows what he is talking about." He shocked his head and got back to the point "Wait, you still haven't answered my question, what is this about 'other' fighters?"

"I am not programed to reveal that information. I am only programed to help introduce the competiors to each other. The Mastermind will explain when everyone arrives."

"Sly, you should look behind you." Bentley explained, looking at something or someone behind Sly. Sly, who strangly got that feeling he gets when Carmalita is standing behind him, turned to see a angry fox holding a pistol at Sly's head.

"Whoa, pal. What's your problem?" asked Sly, doing his trademark smooth talking.

"My problem is you." he explained, cocking his pistol.

Murray walked over and threatened "Hey buddy, if you don't put that gun down, 'The Murray' is going to make you!"

The fox bluntly stated "I....doubt that."

The ICD program shoot out a blue beam that scanned over the fox. It chimed once agian "Fox McCloud. Son of pilot James McCloud, who was killed on a mission by the mad scientist, Andross when Fox was still in training. He know works as leader for the mercenary team, Star Fox. Welcome, Fox."

After hearing that, Sly had this to say: "Listean, I know we have just met, but I know how you feel. I lost my dad when I was young myself. Let's at least try to start off on friendly terms." Sly stuck his hand out in front of Fox. Fox hesitated for a moment. He slowly holstered his pistol, then shook Sly's hand.

"Do you know what's going on here?" asked Fox. "All I know was that me and my team had just returned from a mission, when I walk into a room and get sucked into some sort of black hole. I feel a couple of feet away and walked over and found you guys."

Bentley told him "I'm sorry to annonce this, but I'm afraid we are in the same boat you're in, Fox. All I can gather is that this is some sort of universe with wireless internet, hidden programers, and well will only know the full story once some other people show up."

As if one que, a large white portal opened up in the 'sky' above them. Five strange figures fell from the sky and hit the ground. They all groaned. One of them, a mix-breed dog, sat up and looked around.

"Yet another unexpected twist." he commented. The group stood up, revealing themselves to be a bunch of dogs in high-tech armour (save for one, who was a very shaggy sheepdog). They walked over to the group, eyeing them in awe, and receving the same looks back. The ICD started to scan the new comers. One of them, a doberman, yelped and jumped into the arms of a siberian husky.

"Don't be weird boy." the husky told him, dropping him to the ground.

The ICD finished it's scan. "The Road Rovers. Superhero canines. Most of the time pets of world leaders, but when the time comes, they go to a hidden base where Professor William F. Shepherd transforms them into two-legged heros. Team: Hunter, leader, very friendly, super fast, likes tennis balls; Colleen, team medic and martial artist; Exile, has heat and freeze vision; Blitz, has razor sharp teeth and claws, like to bite posteriors; and Shag, able to store items in his thick fur, has super strength, and despite a seemly lack of nerve, is very brave at heart. Welcome, Road Rovers."

"Wow," said Blitz, flexing his arms, "Word gets around about how great we are. And by 'we', I mean 'me'." All the other Road Rovers rolled their eyes, except for Hunter, who was chewing on a tennis ball, thinking on what they should do next.

"Yes." the ICD pointed out. "The Mastermind also enjoys the Road Rovers. Expecially when you, Blitz, get scared and scream like a little girl." Everyone started laughing at Blitz.

"Ha-ha, very funny mister talking computer chair." growled Blitz, walking off to the side. "I'm just going to stand over here until some respect comes my way."

Suddenly, another white portal opened up. Out of it flew a police car. It landed on the ground then started heading towards Blitz. He screamed as he jumped out of the way as some very boisterous voices shouted from inside. Suddenly, the car skidded out of control then flipped over. From the wreck crawled a man-sized dog and a child-sized rabbit.

"See little buddy?" asked the dog, "This is why we don't go past 175, because it's bad for the axles and it leads to universe hopping."

"I guess you're right, Sam." responded the rabbit. "Wait, what?" The two seemed only slightly less confused about this situcation then everyone else did. As the ICD started to scan the two, the dog pulled out a revolver and aimed it at Bentley.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, buddy." warned Bentley. "You're sort of outnumbered."

The dog reholstered his gun and said "He's right. Plus, as I recall, trutle shell is bulletproof."

The ICD announced "Sam and Max. Freelance police officers. Sam, a dog and max, a hyperkinetc rabbity thing, they often save the world."

"Sometimes on purpose!" added Max.

The ICD continued. "Yes. Anyway, welcome, Sam and Max."

Sam asked "Anyone know what's going on here?"

"Nope. Apparently, we have to sit around waiting for some 'others' to show up." explained Colleen.

Hunter walked over to Bentley's computer, and said "Don't worry, Colleen. I'll fix this. Say, ICD, is it? We wanted to know if you could talk to your boss about speeding this up."

The computer answed with a stern "I'm sorry, Hunter. I'm afraid I can't let you do that. To open up to that universes at once could rip apart the fabric of time and space itself. Plus, this allows you to mingle with each other."

"Well, how many universes can you open at once?" questioned Bentley.

The machine's reply: "Theorizing. Estimates say that two universes could be opened at once without any problems. However, I'm not programed to do that."

"Well thank you. For a second there, I was worried it might be lazy writing." Hunter told the ICD.

"In the meantime," added the computer, "Watch out." Suddenly, a black zipline shot out of the sky and a grappling hook on one end dug into the ground. Everyone stepped back, not wanting to get in the way. The owner of the zipline, a small, green, playtpus wearing a hat, hit the ground. Instead of talking, it just spoke by making a sort of sputtering growl. Colleen ran up to him and picked him up.

"Awwwww," she said, dotingly. "He's a cute little bugger, isn't he?" Blitz walked over and sniffed him.

"What is he, some sort of mutant?" he asked.

"No, silly." she explained, "It's a playtpus. See, duck bill, beaver tail, the webbed feet?" Hunter scratched his head.

"Oh, so they ARE real. Guess you learn something new every day." he noted.

Once agian, the ICD started to scan the newcomer. It explained to the group "Perry the Playtpus. Pet of a suburbian family, but secrectly works as a spy for the group "Organization Without a Cool Acronym" or OWCA for short. He often fights the evil scientist Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, stopping his attempts to take over the local Tri-State Area. Welcome, Perry." Perry just waved at the computer and growled a friendly greeting.

"Just the tri-state area? This guy sets his sights a little low, doesn't he?" asked Sly. Perry nodded.

"Isn't it strange to have pet do secret spy work?" asked Exile.

Blitz pointed out "Umm, Exile, aren't we also pets?"

Exile's eyes widened at the revelation. "Oh, right." he said.

As Sly noticed another pair falling from the 'sky', he whispered to Murray "You know, last time something this crazy happened to me, it was a dream I had after one of Bentley's sleep darts hit me in the arm. How about you?"

Murray whispered back "Reminds me of when I was mind-controlled by the Contessia, only even weirder, and I'm less angry." Sly nodded with agreement as the two newest people hit the ground. They stood up, revealing them to be a female cat in black jumpsuit and a white dog wearing only a black t-shirt.

"I hate it when Keswick does that!" shouted the cat, who was rubbing the crown of her head.

"Hold on a second, I'll contact him." responded the dog, looking at some sort of communication device on his wrist. It buzzed with static, but he still tried to use it. "Keswick? Do you read me, it's Dudley. Hello? KESWICK!?!??! OH NO, KESWICK HAS BEEN TURNED INTO A BUNCH OF BUZZY, BLACK AND WHITE THINGS! NNNNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!"

The cat facepalmed, then explained "Dudley, that's not Keswick, it's just not working."

The dog, who had just been on his knees, sobbing, stopped, got back on his feet. "I knew that." he said.

As they walked over to the group, the ICD scanned them, making this pause from shock. "Dudley Puppy and Kitty Katswell. The top secrect agents of the Turbo Undercover Fight Force, or T.U.F.F. for short. Kitty's hobbies include martial arts, chasing lazer dots, and leaving dead mice on doorsteps. Dudley's hobbies include eating, sleeping, and chewing his butt. Welcome, Dudley and Kitty."

Outraged, Dudley shouted "Hey, I do NOT chew my butt!" He the proceeded to then chew his butt for a few seconds. After that bit of denial, Dudley asked "So...Do any of you dudes know what's going on here?" Everyone else nodded their heads from side to side.

"We're just waiting." explained Sam.

Max added "Yeah, it's one of those useless skills I never learned, like table manners or using the safety on a gun."

This continued for a while longer. A short, white dog named Brian Griffin came and was surprised to find that this world lacked cutaways, as well as being insulted when the ICD pointed out his bad writing, hypocrisy, and having, to put it simply, a poor character. After that, four green figures feel from above, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, followed by another martial arts group, the Furious Five (although Sam and Max pointed out the 'false advertising' in how it was the Five plus Po the Dragon Warrior).

Looking up, Po told the rest (whom he had fell on top of) "Hey guys, you got to see this, this is totally awesome!"

"No offence, Po, but you so sort of use that a lot." noted Master Crane.

Soon, others still 'dropped in,' with it getting so systematically easy to track that some of them would even count the seconds between portals opening. Next one had a very surprizing individual, one who was actually shouting "Woo-hoo!" as he fell as opposed to the screaming most everyone else did. The creature landed on Colleen's head. She held it by it's tail.

"Oh yuck! It's some sort of one-eyed smelly rat!" she said, sticking her tongue out.

"I'm not a rat, love!" he shouted, "I'm a weseal. Don't know what you are, though." Colleen responded by throwing the weseal, revealed a few minutes to be a prehistoric surviver named Buck, about five feet. Next came king of the Panther Kingdom Conker the Squirrel, then the genetically-advanced Crash Bandicoot, then Duck Dodgers, Rocket Raccoon, Ratchet & Clank (the amount of heros who had saved their respective galaxies that had shown up at that point was making some of the others wonder how they were still stuck here) and a three foot tall otter warrior named Tagg.

Soon after Tagg showed up, the ICD chimed "Scanning complete."

"Now what happens?" Fox McCloud asked Bentley.

Suddenly, a loud, booming, slightly destorted computer voice coming from the front answered "Now you find out what your doing here." The group looked to see some sort of vague yet ominous shodow, who they geussed was the owner of the voice. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the Mastermind."

"So you're the psycho who brought us here! Who do you work for?!?!" shouted McCloud.

The Mastermind begin to circle around them, in all-so classic villian fashion. Every step he took sounded of hydraulics, suggesting to the people their familiar with the concept that this being was a robot or at least had robotic parts. "I work for no one. I am my own man. I am untouchable. No one can effect me in this world. Not Star Fox, not Interpol, not a single elder, knight, army, cop, government, king, queen, not anything less then a GOD! A type of being, you shall notice, that is missing from this group of legends."

"I doubt you're that powerful." sneered Master Tigress. Mantis jumped on her shoulder.

"Tigress, I wouldn't push this guy if I were you." he warned.

"We all out number him. He's just bluffing so he can get us to do what he wants." explained Tigress.

"The striped cat is right!" shouted Dudley. Tigress growled at his stupidity. "For all we know, you could be a brain in a jar in a suit of armour or something!"

The Mastermind chuckled and answered with: "You're right. I forgot that old rule: show, don't tell. Well, I guess it's time for some show and tell." He lifted an arm into the air and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, for the people who's weapons were left behind materialized into their hands.

"Your move, guys." taunted the Mastermind. Soon, the legends threw everything they had at him, but a force field stoped them. Fists rolled off like water off a duck's back. Melee weapons couldn't scratch or dent it, and bullets and other projectiles either bounced off or got absorbed by it.

After everyone backed away, Mastermind told them "My turn." Soon, the 1812 overture started playing and Mastermind got to work. Various weapons popped out of his arms and he launched an assault. They could tell he was aimming behind them, but no one wanted to be cought in the cross fire and ducked.

"It's like he unbottled all the horrors of war at once!" shouted Brian.

"I know, isn't it something?!?!?" shouted Sam.

Soon, the music and the weapons fire ended and Mastermind continued where he left off. "Now, where I am from you are all legends in your own rights for various reasons. Stealth, strength, intellegence, cunning and just plan heavy firepower. All sorts of people wonder who would win in a fight, so, I decided to answer those questions and make some cash off that too."

Kitty stepped towards Mastermind in outrage. "You mean that you want us to fight each other like savage animals!?!?" Everyone looked at Kitty in confusion. "That's beside my point, what I mean is, you kidnapped us to fight?!?!"

"Like the roman gladiators, fighting for others entertainment!" noted Bentley.

Murray added "If that's what's going down, I call the name 'Murr-ticus'!"

"You condense my idea, but that is about it. Follow me." he answered, with a doorway suddenly appearing. Although to area he lead to was brightly lit, a kind of shadow 'fog' clung to him, keeping him hidden. The group was impressed; some sort of ultra-modern intier, with banners showing them in advertising.

"Everyday," he explained, "Two, be it groups or individuals, will fight each day for the next few days. All the battles are digital, meaning that someone who is 'killed' in battle is only transported to a special extra large viewing box that the rest shall stay so I know that you aren't getting into trouble. Once this is over, you shall be returned to the moment you where taken, unharmed and able to go back to your daily lives."

"How do you know we can trust you? How do we know you won't send us to our doom?" asked Rocket Raccoon.

"There's no money to be made in killing off favorite heros." Mastermind explained. "Down this hall will be your different living quarters. You will find notes showing which suite belongs to whom. Any weapons you will need for the battles will be brought to you. And one more thing; before a battle, you may call apon an ally for battle. Goodbye."

"But-" Brian tried to ask, but soon, the Mastermind was gone. Shag whimpered with fear.

"Oh, it's OK buddy." assured Hunter. "We'll get through this, just as we always do."

"I don't trust this 'Mastermind' guy. Anyone who is always in the shadows knows more then he's telling us." said Ratchet.

"Well, Ratchet," Clank told him, "we are currently incapable of stopping this fellow. If only we knew more information on him."

Sly walked over and said "Oh, don't worry, we can handel that. Me and my gang have planted bugs on crooks tons of times. We should be able to place on."

"Of course, we would have to be very careful, as getting cought here could risk all our hides!" noted Bentley.

One of the Ninja Turtles, Rapheal noted "Either way, we are going to have to fight, so we don't get blown apart by that nutjob."

"Well either way, I'm pumped for this!" decleared Po, as they walked down the hall.

"Me too! This kind of fighting is what "The Murray" was born for!" agreed Murray.

"You know pal?" asked Po. "I think we're going to get along just fine...."

To be continued.....