THAT WORKS TOO
When you’re a member of the Cooper Gang, you can always find a rival within. Well, ever since Sly Cooper brought a handful of his Ancestors back to have a much easier time with certain heists, I found myself finding a rival in that bucket of ‘coons.
My name is Penelope Rodenski. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to start squabbles. I found myself starting a squabble with the most arrogant of the bunch, Sir Galleth Cooper. This usually ranged from pulling pranks to having all-out brawls. I mean sure, it was all fun and games, but we were rivals and I loved it.
One of my most notable moments of almost triumph occurred one day in London. I was maneuvering through a hall when I heard the crackle of a Binocucom.
“Now remember, Galleth,” I heard Sly’s voice over the ‘com, ”make sure you don’t mess this up. We don’t want a repeat of last time.” Last time? What was ‘last time?’ I didn’t have time to find out, however.
“You need not worry, Sly! There’s nothing I can not handle!” I heard my rival exclaim. Peering around the corner, I saw him furiously scratching his back with his cane. What’s this? I had to investigate. I made my way towards him, then put my hand on his shoulder. I felt him jump a little, to my satisfaction.
“Hey there!” I purred, “how’re you, Itchy?” I proceeded to put my arms around his waist, but he cut me off by putting his cane in the way.
“I have no time for games, enchantress,” he retorted. “I have work to do, and thou must be after what I am after, as usual.” I grinned. I started to walk a circle around him, whilst he did the same.
“Depends on what you’re after this time.”
“The Gems of Avalon.”
“Oh yeah, that’s what I came for~”
I began to notice him trying to scratch his arms. “…Why’re you scratching so much, anyway?” I asked. I tried to figure it out so I could have a laugh or two. “I mean, the only two reasons I can come up with is either a rash or.. fleas.”
His expression went to that of a horrified one. “Surely you must jest! Nothing ever afflicts me, and I hope thou doth not mean the latter!” I walked over, casually, stopping when I saw a little black dot scramble into his fur. I smiled a great big grin.
“Oh my god you have FLEAS! I knew it! You have fleas!” I giggled. This guy is a riot! A real riot! And this was just icing on the cake!
“What?! Nay! I do not have fleas!” Galleth cried in defense. I only howled with laughter. “Penelope! Cease thy laughter!” I tried to talk, but only snorted and laughed some more. “Penelope!”
Once I finally regained my bearings, I figured I was in a position to gloat. “I can’t believe it! You, fleas?! Ridiculous! It- It’s like- Sly learning how to swim! It can’t be done! It’s impossible!” He furrowed his brow and gave a snort-like scoff. I strutted over and offered out my hand, feeling merciful for now.. “Look, I’ll take care of the safe cracking, and you can rip all the fur off of your back all you want,” I snickered.
I knew he gave it some thought, as I saw his ears flatten. “Fine,” Galleth muttered. “Anything to get rid of these frustrating vermin.” Snickering, I turned away, then heard the scraping sound of his cane against his back. The safe was fairly easy to pick open, as I learned just by watching Sly and Rioichi do it. Complicated but easy process.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” I piped up.
“Oh please, you big baby.” Slowly, I removed what appeared to be an Egyptian crown from the safe. It was really heavy too, as I buckled down just upon picking it up. Man, how did they do it back then? Oh yeah. I used the RC, which I had upgraded in my spare time to a tank, to carry the crown out past the lasers. “Now to find those Gems—!”
Galleth bonked me on the head with the one part of his cane that wasn’t as sharp. I gave a cry, then looked up. “Not if I find them first,” he remarked with a smile. With the same smile, I ran my finger along his arms, starting a chain reaction scratching fit.
“Not like that you won’t” I chimed. Turning away, I only looked over my shoulder once to see him gnawing at his own fur like a wild coyote. It made me giggle a little. Somehow or another, we had a competition going on, and I was determined to win it. Too bad Sly didn’t have a rival like Galleth; so full of hot air.
As much as I hate to admit it, I lost the competition. To make it worse, I got his fleas. So, despite the loss, I still felt like a winner for being over the top for once. I sat for a good little while, scratching my back with my trusty wrench as I worked with smaller ones. Well I don’t call it a wrench, it’s more like a whacking cane. I had no idea that fleas could be this bad! I always thought it was like a pinch or two here or there! To make matters even worse, I heard the door click open, and mister high-and-mighty himself was in the doorway.
“Why ist thou scratching so much?” Galleth smirked, and I felt mortified for a second. I searched for a witty comeback, but found none. I took off my cap and scratched my head.
“Well- I have. Dandruff. And. Errmmhh.. e-eczema..?” I lied. I knew it wasn’t enough, as even my lying is terrible. So much for that.
I heard him bark a laugh. “Thou hath fleas!” I cringed, feeling my face get hot. “Lady Penelope, with fleas!” I muttered under my breath, feeling and understanding what ‘Taste of your own medicine’ meant in truth.
“Yeah yeah yeah, laugh while you can,” I sighed as he did just that. I pulled my ears down in utter frustration, then vigorously scratched at my arms. little bits of pink fur fluffing out. It all fell on the floor in the other two piles under the table, with me sweeping it under with my bare paw.
So that’s my story. In the end we both had to take flea baths to prevent it from spreading, so said Bentley. It’s one of those few moments we had a stalemate, out of the victorious wins and bumbling losses, from either side. And you know what? It was fun!
aka this is where my fanfictions i dont bother to post on DA go for reasons
cause im flustered about things isjdkmg,