The beloved video game series has returned in picture novel fan fiction mode!
It has been three months since thief mastermind Sly Cooper vanished into time with a broken time machine and no trace or hint to his whereabouts. His gang, Bentley and Mur...
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I'm caught off guard by the mongoose who enters in, wearing an apron and a dirty duster. She's dragging her feet and wiping away at the books halfheartedly, and heads back where she came when she realizes she left the ladder behind that she'll need to reach some of the material. She sets the duster under her armpit, grabs the ladder, and heads to a shelf about fifteen feet high up. I squint, and...I think I see it. Or them. There are about half a dozen red hardcover books with gold sidings. They look exactly like it.
I all of a sudden get an idea, and I don't know if Slytunkhamen would approve, but this would work best.
"Hello," I say in a solemn gentleman-like voice I think Thaddeus would be proud of.
The mongoose freezes and looks around. Right past me. I grin. The tickling sensation of invisibility hasn't left. I can still feel it's a bit delicate, so I need to play this cool.
"Wh-Who's there?!"
"It is the ghost of...of Catra's grandfather. I miss my dear so much so. I was hoping you could help me."
"Gh-Ghost? Of...of Catra's grandfather?"
"That is correct, young mistress. If you could help me I would be so kind."
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"Well, something you could certainly help with is putting in a good word. I need more money. I need to keep my kids fed and hydrated, and just days ago someone broke into our house and took much-needed water."
I flinch. I thought she looked familiar.
"Yes. You...you bet. We, I, was just wondering about the books you are shining. Are they blank journals?"
"Uh, that is correct. Why?"
"I wanted to make a suggestion to my granddaughter. Best things to write and therefore conserve them. I also have to ask, are they coated with that potion I hear some of you are working on? Making skin and clothes and materials shinier and stronger?"
"I...I am so sorry, I don't know but I doubt it. You'll have to ask her."
"Where is that being manufactured? I wish to give a suggestion."
