A new museum had just opened up in Paris, France. And of course, it caught the eye of a familiar thief. A ring tailed figure had slipped past the security like child’s play, now staring face to face with a gleaming sky blue emerald in a clear vase. Seemed easy from here, little too easy, as the masked figure opened comms with his “guy in the chair.”
Sly: Alright, Bentley, I’m in. What did I tell you, easy as pie.
Bentley: Gentlemen, please focus, only a matter of time before we’re found out.
Sly: Will you relax? The museum isn’t even suppose to open until tomorrow night.
Bentley: Please don’t jinx it, Sly. You always do this.
With a smile, Sly Cooper looked around at the other fascinating treasures on display. Seven orbs with stars on them, a golden coffin, a large key the size of a sword, a blue telephone box, and some weird looking gauntlet with colorful stones on them.
Sly: Tell me what