Sly Cooper: Family of Thieves

Chapter 65: Dance of the Desert Sands

As we continued our mission to disrupt Miss Decibel's plans, Bentley proposed an unexpected and, quite frankly, outrageous idea. To reach the door guarding the coveted documents, he suggested a belly dance. Carmelita and I exchanged incredulous glances, unsure if Bentley was entirely serious.

"Are you kidding me, Bentley?" Carmelita raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed in skepticism. "A belly dance? How on earth is that going to help us?"

Bentley, undeterred, explained, "Trust me on this one. It's the perfect distraction. If we put on a show, we can slip past the guards and get to the door without raising suspicion."

I couldn't help but smile. "Actually, Bentley, I think you might be onto something. My ancestor perfected a dance that's so hypnotic; it'll send those baboons to an early bedtime."

Carmelita sighed, seemingly resigned to the absurdity of the plan. "Fine, let's just get this over with. But if anyone mentions this again, I swear..."

As Carmelita and I prepared to execute the unexpected belly dance, we glanced at Sly and Seth, who were watching with a mix of confusion and amusement. In unison, Carmelita and I warned them, "Forget what you just saw, or we'll send you to the quicksand!"

Sly, always quick on his feet, held up his hands defensively. "Alright, alright, forget I said anything."

Seth, smirking, added, "Wouldn't dream of bringing it up again."

As Carmelita and I began our synchronized dance, the hypnotic rhythm of the desert echoed in our movements. The guards, initially perplexed, were soon captivated by the unexpected performance. The mesmerizing dance allowed us to slip past them unnoticed, reaching the door to Miss Decibel's hidden documents.

Behind us, Amirah wiped a tear from her eye, her voice filled with pride. "I knew you could do it, child! The dance of the desert sands runs in your blood."

Bentley, looking rather pleased with himself, manipulated the security system with ease. The door swung open, revealing the trove of documents we sought. As we entered the room, the guards, still entranced by our dance, remained blissfully unaware of our intrusion.

With the documents secured, we retreated from the room, leaving the guards to the rhythmic enchantment. The absurdity of our approach had worked like a charm.

As we regrouped, Carmelita shot a warning glance at Sly and Seth. "Remember our deal, or it's the quicksand for you."

Sly grinned. "Our lips are sealed, Carmelita. Let's focus on the mission."

And so, with the belly dance serving as an unexpected triumph, we continued our quest against Miss Decibel, embracing the unconventional tactics that defined our unique brand of thieving.