The roar echoed through the streets of Paris, though not a soul turned to its direction. As the nearby clock tower struck midnight, the tone rang out over the empty square. Soon, however, two figures dashed through this square; one making a sharp turn to the right with the other following shortly after. The one running in front was a raccoon, wearing a blue elbow-sleeved shirt with a yellow collar, with matching boots, cap, and gloves. He had a brown leather backpack and leather leg pouch, and a belt around his waist with a buckle in the shape of his family’s logo. This was Sly Cooper, master thief.
“Why do I always have to find surprises like him?” Sly asked himself looking behind him
Behind Sly was a gargantuan bulldog, calling him muscular would be an understatement. Dressed in a black tank top and pants, his arms swinging as he kept up with Cooper. This is Muggshot, former enforcer of the infamous Fiendish Five and renowned international crim