I should probably just start at the beginning. The name's Sly. Sly Cooper. And I'm a thief, from a whole line of thieves. In fact, thieving is the family business, and business was good. Although, recently, I considered myself retired. Having hung up my mask and cane, I was enjoying life on the other side of the law, in the company of a certain lovely Interpol agent named Carmelita Fox. She and I had a history which generally involved her trying to lock me up. So I should mention ...