Sly Cooper: The Thieves Of Order (MCTV) Round 2

Freeze! Nobody move! Interpol has the building entirely surrounded!

Save it, LeParadox. We’ve been tracking your illegal operations for six months. You didn't come here to protect anything. This entire setup has your sloppy signature written all over it.

As for you, Cooper... just because you foiled a second-rate hack doesn't give you a free pass. Drop the Eye of the Nile Diamond, hands behind your head.

Connor Cooper. I’ve read the Interpol briefings on you. Frankly, I thought a "legendary master thief" would have noticed my perimeter sweep five minutes ago.

(Chuckling softly) Not quite, handsome. I’m the asset protection manager. The Black Fang Syndicate pays me an exceptional premium to make sure uninvited guests don't scratch the velvet.

Honor doesn't pay for the penthouse, Cooper. I suggest you turn around before things get complicated.

“Cooper, you and your rag tag little gang will find out soon enough that The Black Fangs are everywhere. We own this city. I OWN this city!”

“Joey quit it. You don’t attack until I say so, now go back to work or the next thing you loose will be worse than the little beating you got from the cooper gang”

“Don’t make me laugh, your tech guy is good but we will always be superior. Your legacy will end Connor”

I don't care about Vale! Steele's factory burned because he was slow! If the Cooper Gang thinks they can stop my freight lines, they’ve got another thing coming. The midnight shipment to Moretti leaves on schedule, or your heads are on the block!

Bloody Connor Cooper! I’ve been waiting for you! You think you're quick? Let's see you catch a lightning bolt!

(Furious) You’ve ruined the shipments! Moretti will have your tail for this! The Cooper gang is toast!

Intruders in Sector One! Seal the shaft! Pulverize them!

(Confident) Let’s see if your really as strong as your reputation leads us to believe McSweeny…

The legendary Cooper Gang. You fought so hard to climb down into your own grave. This facility doesn't just fund the cartel, Cooper—it tracks every major law enforcement asset on earth. And now, your legacy ends at the bottom of the world.

The newcomer plays bold. I respect a man who isn't afraid of the deep end, Mr. McSweeny.

You’re a terrible card player, McSweeny. And an even worse liar. Guards! Secure the room!

I don't care about LeParadox getting pinched, Joey! The skunk was a liability anyway. My books are clean, the vault is secure, and The Black Fang is expanding its turf regardless. If any trash raccoons show up here, my boys will turn 'em into fish bait.

“No no little cooper. One wrong move and you’ll see why they call me “Claws”

“Digging up dirt on the elite is my job. One wrong move against The Black Fangs and then kiss your reputation goodbye”

“You might think you’re untouchable, but your luck will hit a wall one day. Connor Cooper”

“You’re a cooper? You know that thingus raccamagoocus had a lot of nice pictures but way too many big words.”

"What are you kidding? You break into MY place, steal MY stuff, trash the joint. I feel transgressed and violated. Let's rock!"

"Look wise guy if you ain't got nothing nice to say then don't say nothin at all... You really got nothing nice to say? That's cold...

I am aware. LeParadox was always an acceptable variable. His failure changes nothing. Did he lose the courier file?

Then the Cooper Gang has officially become an administrative liability. Activate the clean-up crew on the docks. If Cooper is as intelligent as his reputation suggests, he is already in this district looking for answers

Burn the office. Now.

Brilliant! Simply magnificent! You really are as fleet-footed as the rumors say, Cooper.

Late? A visionary is never late, Cooper! I was merely... reviewing the logistics! You see, tonight, you aren't just stealing a diamond for your precious family book. You are taking the fall for a true masterpiece of criminal engineering!

By the time the law arrives, the Eye of the Nile will be safely in my possession, and the famous Cooper Gang will be branded as reckless, bloodthirsty thugs who tripped every alarm in Paris! Boys, break them! But leave the raccoon's hands intact—I want him to be able to sign his confession!

Another one, Inspector Barkley? Very well. Name?

Take his belongings to Room 4B. Cooper, go down to the communal hall. It’s lunchtime, and we do not tolerate tardiness or wasting food in this establishment. Move along.

Booyah! Best seat in the house! I'm Murray! The future champion of the playground! And this brainiac is Bentley! He knows a lot of big words but he's bad at dodgeball.

Here. You look really sad, pal. And hungry. Eating makes everything better. My mom used to say that.

Well, you're from our table now! And nobody messes with people at our table! Right, Bentley?

Murray! Lower your voice! If The Janitor hears you, he’ll make us scrub the boiler room again!

According to my precise geometric calculations, if we sit here, the structural pillar will block Ms. Puffin’s line of sight by exactly forty-five degrees. It's the optimal vector for avoiding extra chores.

Oh. Um, hello. Everywhere else is kind of loud, and... well, you look like you could use some space. Or company. I suppose both are mutually exclusive, but we chose to sit here anyway. Mind if we stay?

I see you carry the cane of the notorious Cooper thief clan. Have you come here for revenge? To steal back the Thievious Racconus?

What do you care if I bury a few worthless villiages in the snow? You're a thief, just like me.

Insolent child, you will pay dearly for your disrespect. However, to honor your Cooper ancestry, I will send you to your doom with the beauty of my new firework technique, flame-fu!

"Hear that voodoo, children? Our family is about to grow, grow, grow!"

"Oh, Sly, I see your mouth moving but all I hear is blah, blah, blah."

"How delightful. We have a guest. The only thing is... I HATE UNEXPECTED GUESTS!"

"Oh, I am ever so sorry. How sloppy of me not to finish the job. Obviously, we should have snuffed you out as well. So, without further ado, let me make amends by... BLOATING TO GARGANTUAN SIZE AND SQUASHING YOU LIKE THE INSIGNIFICANT BUG THAT YOU ARE!"

(Random Gibberish)