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The Tomorrow's museum dedicated to modern and futuristic art was indeed a remarkable piece of art by itself. Build around the edges of the bay, the whole facility, designed to work as a living organism, was majestic in size, proportions and so it was in its ambitions as well.

To bring the future closer to a reality the building needed to be able to operate on its own. The place equipped with a micro-scaled fusion reactor core, the equivalent of a two-story family house, was able to produce its own energy. Even more impressive than that, it was the operation of the device in question.

By taking nitrogen particles out of the atmosphere and using them as fuel for the fusion process, the museum was able to generate considerable amounts of pure, green energy. If that was not enough, the entire external part of the construction painted with a high technological, nanites painting cable of absorbing both the nitrogen itself and UV radiation from the sun giving the place two separated and individual sources of power.

Not to mention that the whole roof built with automated, moving fins that granted the roof of the museum the ability to move and adjust itself better to collect UV radiation from the sun during the day. Among big and large panoramic, holographic-windows which could be programmed to both allow sunlight from the outside to get in or to project nice images, videos, and even very realistic animations to the visits both inside and outside of the facility.

All of that couldn't compare to what was inside of the museum's installations. From artworks to technological wonders from the four corners of the globe, from the past, present, and even some experimental devices which promised to revolutionize the future and change society forever. All that located in one single location, it was a unique experience, a unique opportunity.

And it's by unique opportunities that great thieves make a name for themselves and no one better than Sly Cooper to know that. The tweet-one-year-old raccoon was more than experient when it comes to stealing things, but even Cooper knew that The Tomorrow's Museum wasn't going to be easy to steal. Not really. But if he could pull that out, the museum would undoubtedly make for one the most special jewels he had ever put his hands on.

The raccoon has been studying and analyzing the facilities routine carefully for a couple of days in order to best decide the moment to apply his plans. He concluded that the best day to do it it would be on a Monday night. Why? Well, it's elementary. Rio de Janerio city might be an attractive and touristic city, but the museum, built too close to the downtown financial district of the metropolis, gave Mr. Cooper a tactical advantage.

There were no residential apartments and less yet homes around the financial district of the city, which means that during the night, the whole place turns into a desert. And why Monday? Well, the easier answer would be: Everybody hates Mondays. But the real answer was slightly more sophisticated than that.

As you already know, Rio was the capital of Samba and many other touristic attractions, meaning that the city lives an almost uninterrupted party atmosphere. But on the weekends, those party atmosphere increases tenfold! Of course, as an inevitable consequence to that, almost every single Monday in the city feels slow and nostalgic, almost as if the day itself had a strong hangover.

The raccoon wasn't in the place for too long; in fact, he had arrived a couple of days ago. But, it was long enough for the astute thief to notice virtually every single service gets abnormally lethargic on Mondays. Cooper had already figured it all out, and he could barely contain himself. He was counting with a lengthy response from the police and special security departments on that every specific day to help his plans out.

But life isn't easy, and it was not like the ones who designed that technological wonder in the form of a museum and, most importantly, the ones who invested the hard money behind it wasn't aware of the peculiarities of the city itself. That said, Cooper knew since before his arrival that the place was going to relay on a very refined, top of the line security system. And he was right.

To be fair, it was not a security system. I mean, not like the ones you may expect to find in a museum. None about lasers, sensor movements. Well, the place does have all of that paraphernalia installed, but that was going to be the easy part. What wasn't going to be so easy was the OCC.

OCC, stands for Operational Commander Center that it's how it's called the Headquarters of the metropolitan police of Rio de Janeiro state. A giant, massive, complex installation from where every single camera, traffic light, superficial sensor, drones, phones call, radio signals, microphone towers are controlled and monitored.

To understand it we need to go back a few couples of years when Rio was having some real trouble with skyrocketing criminality. To bring that to an end, the government threw a lot of money to build a centralized logistic building to help out the police. As the years went by, the amount of tech and systems implemented grew exponentially to the point the place turned into the city's brain. Nothing goes unnoticed by them, nothing literally.

But that was no wonder for the raccoon, as a master thief and member of the cooper gang he knew better than anyone to use fire against fire. That was no problem either, although Bentley couldn't have come along the turtle crafted special pieces of equipment just for that occasion. Use technological wonders to steal another technological. When the time came, Sly already had everything ready.

It was about 2 am. The cultural boulevard was empty, as expected. By using a small transmitter attached to the emblem of the belt, Cooper was emitting a false signal which directly connected to a backdoor in the OCC main serves. The raccoon was invisible, genuinely invisible. He could even dance in front of the cameras and the drones that nobody was going to come.

The device on his belt was replacing the images transmitted throughout the cloud system by delayed images of the same precise location of where the raccoon was working out as a real-time camouflage. Of course, if someone who was there at the same location seen him, he would be caught, but there wasn't. That is the problem when you rely too much on technology. The big heads behind the museum thought their tech was so superior that there was no need to hire even a single security guard, innocent them. As a consequence of that bad decision, they'll watch their multi-million investment disappear.

Cooper was quite thorough. The raccoon walked around the entire facility, but what was so odd about it was the fact he wasn't stealing anything, no not yet. What the master thief was doing was placing countless long, thin, and high tech looking devices that looked more like queue organizer objects.

But, in reality, those objects they were teleportation emitter repeaters. They work as wifi repeaters, but the only difference it was they were designed to increase ranger of a teleportation system to teleport bigger objects or many people at once. An elegant solution Bentley came up to attend the raccoon's audacious request.

Yes, the marvel behind Sly's plan was beginning to reveal itself. He wasn't planning on stealing one or two objects out of the museum's collection, no. Neither was he planning on stealing the multi-million expansive reactor core, no. He was going to steal the entire Tomorrow's museum at once! That would certainly be something to be remembered for sure, and most importantly, it would make for the most remarkable dating gift.

Exactly, Sly Cooper was just about to pull one of the nerviest plans a criminal could come up in the world only so he could impress the lover of his life. Mrs. Carmelita, the Interpol agent who once used to chase him down. Ironically now he was the one chasing down her heart.

Talking about Carmelita, right now, far away from the touristic, party all night city, she was waking up in Paris. Time zones are a thing, and Cooper was entirely running out of the time since it was the day they were going to celebrate their second year of dating, and he needed to beat last year's gift.

Cooper wanted the whole thing to be a surprise, and so he told the gang not to warn Carmelita about anything. Right on her breakfast table, everything was set and waiting already. Remember the teleporter repeater? On her table, there was a similar device on a smaller scale, of course, but following the same patterns of the repeaters, the raccoon was installing back at the museum.

The device was different. It looked like a platform, better; it looked like a pad. A teleportation pad to be more precise. It was at that pad the museum was supposed to appear once the teleportation process finishes. But there was a problem, something that the raccoon, the master thief, hasn't count for.

Cooper was trying his best to awe the fox girl. And to do that, he decided to prepare a fancy setting for her at the breakfast table. Said setting includes a candlestick with some colorful candle, and right in the middle of that object, the pad was ready. It was going to be a quite idea, the museum showing upright in the middle of the thing and raccoon teleporting himself right after.

But unfortunately for the thief, Carmelita was hungry, and she was more concerned with having breakfast other than paying to the details around her. That said, the fox walked into the kitchen, passing by the table and not even noticing a thing at all. She immediately started to prepare some nice, sweet pancakes with almost anything you can expect to find on a sugar full, not heaty pancakes.

Carmelita wasn't a master chief, not all. But, she was famished, and that was more than enough good excuse to prepare a small portion of pancakes very rapidly. Although, she was having all the attention of the world to avoid burn the dough. Once finished, the Interpol agent threw a slight exaggeration in terms of coverage on top of the thing and went to the table.

By the time she sat at the table, Carmelita didn't even notice it, but as she pulled the chair, it hit the table very slightly. But that was enough to make the tiny little pad set on the candlestick to fall, landing right in the center of the chocolate coverage on her freshly pancakes.

On the other corner of the globe, Cooper finally finished putting all the teleportation repeaters around the whole perimeter of the massive jewel he was about to steal. He only needed to do one last thing in order to teleport it out there, to check if anyone was inside of the facility because it wouldn't be a good idea to be inside of a place which is about to be shrink.

And he wouldn't need much more work to do that. All he needed to do it was to step in the museum's central control room and use the museum's security system to check its perimeter. Brilliant and evil at the same time, one could say. But, by the time Cooper was stepping inside of the said room, a constant beep came out of his belt.

It was the device Bentley made alarm warning Cooper that it was about to run out of battery. The turtle also told him he needed to be outside of the museum before teleporting it, but the entire situation now turned. The raccoon who could once dance in front of the cameras and all the alarms, now needed to get the hell out of the field of the museum's sensors as fast as he could before the entire Rio's police department teleports itself right on his tail.

But the place was big, and the raccoon didn't even have the opportunity to get close to a window or staircase before the belt's battery was completely gone. All the lights turned themselves on, loud and annoying alarms were on. And some police drones could be seen flying outside of the museum through the large panoramic windows, and bigger drones, which belonged to the Special Unit department, could be seen flying away on the horizon, but they were getting closer.

Cooper didn't have a chance, despite the fact the brain of the cooper gang told him many times to stay away from the museum before teleporting now he only had two choices at hand. To leave his special gift behind and save himself or take the risk and teleport him and the entire jewel in one single click. As he gave one last look at the big window, he opted for the second option.

Outside the place, all the drones and now even some news helicopters were able to see a strong flash of light so bright it almost turned the night into day around that neighborhood. Everything happened so fast, a vast electrostatic ball made of pure raw energy bundle the building entirely, some of the police drones which were too close took some direct hit from the electrostatic energy and fell hard on the ground like a rock. Faster than the eye could blink, The Tomorrow's Museum wasn't there anymore, not even in the same country or continent anymore.

Cooper was feeling disoriented. The raccoon now was beginning to understand why his friend insisted and was so emphatic about the whole teleportation thing. But, just a small headache and blurred vision were the smallest of his problems. Talking about being small, what was nothing small at all, it was the new landscape around the master thief.

The ground underneath the raccoon's paws was soft and warm, almost like it was hot. Cooper could even say the strange surface he was standing right now was considerably warmer a few moments before his arrival, but that was one single detail out of the many, which required his brilliant mind's attention.

After that first little moment of inside, the raccoon looked around his surroundings, madly trying to find the most precious thing to him, at least at that very moment. It wasn't a challenging task, due to the independent micro fusion reactor the museum had within its lights were still working and shining brilliantly in the distance. Although what Cooper saw was undoubtedly hard to describe or to comprehend.

The museum now was located in the middle of a vast, broad river. That detail alone was weird by itself since it wasn't what Cooper was expecting to find since it wasn't even close to the settings the raccoon had in mind. But, the river's appearance was even worse. The "watercourse" was quite viscous, almost as if made out of pure lava, but it wasn't hot enough to be lava since you could touch it all fine. But the color, the color would certainly disqualify the said river as lava, for sure.

The stream was brown, a firm, vivid brown color that reminded Cooper...

"Chocolate?..."

Exactly! Chocolate! That was the last thing he managed to pronounce before the whole world around him started to shake. At first, it was a low, very subtle shake, but then again, and the second was slightly robust and accompanied by a low rumble. The poor raccoon looked around him, not realizing he was supposed to be looking up instead of around.

The tremors got only more intense by the second. The raccoon wasn't sure at first, but he could sure that the seismic activity he was experiencing followed by the slowly increasing booms could be compared, at least in rhyme by the act of someone walking.

But Cooper immediately got that foolish idea out of his mind. To be able to cause such havoc by simply walking whomever it was, they would need to be huge, more than that. They would need to be real titanic, almost like god-like creatures. However, at that very moment, a shadow fell over the thief's strange landscape, and then finally, Cooper looked up.

Immediately after he did that, the raccoon started to wish deep into the level of his soul. He hasn't done that. But now everything was beginning to make a lot more sense. Looming above him was the candlestick he chose for the special occasion, the only difference now it was massive. Not only the decorative object but everything.

After the mast chief had decided to look up, he was able to the kitchen of his place, and he recognized the location instantly, despite the sheer difference in scale. But what was genuinely breathtaking was the being standing right in front of him now.

After pulling the chair, Carmelita released she forgot the silverware. How could one eat such a delicious meal without a good fork and knife? But that was an easily solvable problem to the fox girl, and once she took what she needed, the inspector walked back to the table located in the center of the kitchen, having no idea at all that her boyfriend and his little gift were there, awaiting her.

Cooper was looking up, and he could barely believe what he was seeing. Carmelita, the love of his life, looming over him like a tall obelisk. Since the table was eye level with her waist, the raccoon got to see every single detail of the curves of her marvelous body magnified to impressive proportions. Even the slight scent of her perfume was thick in the air, given the sheer size difference between them both.

The fox sat down at the table, and she was finally preparing herself to savor her meal. Carmelita picked up the fork and the knife, and she was about to land them into the pancakes. Meanwhile, even if Cooper could watch everything and he was doing so, he still hasn't figured out where exactly he was and how dangerous his situation was.

Not until the massive knife the fox inspector was holding made contact with the surface he was standing on. The raccoon watched in almost disbelief as the silver tip of the sharp object opened up a deep crater on the ground underneath his paw. Extensive, powerful columns of water vapors emerged from the deaths of the surface and went right up in the sky above him, carrying with them a strong smell, but it was a smell which he knew well.

"it smells like pancakes... Pancakes!"

Finally, the master thief had another moment of inside, and he was beginning to become aware of the danger of his situation. The first thing he thought was to get the gargantuan fox's attention. That is the most typical mistake every micro makes, to think you can get someone so titanic, powerful, and colossal to notice you. Especially if you are that tiny, or even worse, nano-sized just like the raccoon was now.

That monstrous knife the fox girl was holding was creating equally monstrous earthquakes all over the punny raccoon's world. Carmelita was merely cutting off a piece out of her delicious pancake, but to Cooper, it was closer enough to the apocalypse.

Carmelita raised the delicious piece of the pancake to her waiting mouth, a simple action to her. But an entire show to Cooper who from down below watched as the fox massive, adorable lips parted apart moment before she inserted a piece of dough as large as Rio de Janeiro city inside, disappearing.

What came next wasn't encouraging either. The hungry giga fox started to chew her meal, Carmelita was hungry; so she was chewing the pancake inside the confines of her mouth in a mix of slow and fast at the same time. But to the poor raccoon watching the full scene from down below, that was brutal. The loud, terrifying sound of her sharp canine teeth tearing apart anything unlucky enough to be in her mouth at that very moment.

Cooper watched everything, and he made his decision. He needed to get out of that place. But just in case if the thief hadn't decided himself yet. Even before the raccoon started to think about how he was going to pull this new master trick out, an imposing, vehement sound break in the air coming from up above. It was Carmelita again, simply swallowing down the first bite of her breakfast.

The raccoon couldn't help, but to look up again. This time the master thief did it in time to see the nice outlined bulge at the fox's throat going down into the depths of her body. Sly followed it all the way down until the stomach of the love of his life, even if he couldn't see through her flesh, obviously, but as he observed and at the moment that ball of meal entered the girl's stomach, the stomach itself reacted on its own releasing a loud grumble. Loud to the poor Cooper, of course.

That was a place he didn't want to go. But the solution for that problem was straightforward, all he needed to do it was to use the other device Bentley gave him and which he left inside of his tactical bag and... and... the tactical bag was not tied to his leg anymore. The raccoon raised his hand right into his face, letting out a slightly loud facepalm. The only possible reason he could think about was bag probably fell from his leg when he was back inside the museum trying to escape from the police.

That device wasn't going to return him to a standard size, but that was his best chance of at least getting out from the meal someone completely titanic was eating without getting eaten too. But that wasn't even the beginning of his problem, no, that is right. Everything that happened until this moment was not a problem at all to Sly Cooper, the master thief, not really.

What was really going to be a massive mystery, an enormous problem it's how to get inside of that incredible large, tiny museum, to retrieve the device and get out there without becoming food in the process. The raccoon's adventure starts now.

Not wanting to waste any extra minute, the raccoon ran towards the museum. Even if the building was located right in the middle of a massive river made out of pure chocolate coverage, Cooper couldn't give himself the luxury of overthinking about it at the moment. He first needed to get there.

As our tiny, thief hero was on the way to his goal, something happened. A lot of shaking, an all-powerful rumble noise, followed by the sound of something big ripping apart. The raccoon kept running despite all that, however at some point, the events got so intense to the point they forced Cooper to stop, but by then, it was too late.

The diminutive raccoon found himself falling in almost free fall. His tiny body was hitting some dough along the way, and even some large, giant piece of strawberry leaves Carmelita used to add some taste to the pancake. To his luck, Cooper was a fast-thinking guy; he immediately drew his cane, using the thing to put a brake on his fall.

The raccoon was still a little bit disoriented, and that was not even the worse part. After recovering the balance and shape, Cooper found himself lost in the middle of a massive, ultra-large canyon. Not a traditional or typical canyon. No, this canyon was nothing more than a small partition in the pancake's paste.

The master thief was so far away from the surface that light itself could barely reach his current location, and to make matters worse, the tiny, pathetic-sized raccoon heard one more time the echoing gulp out of the gargantuan fox woman throat eating one more piece out of that giant pancake.

Cooper knew very well he was out of time and that he was running short of it by the second. He grabbed his cane one more time, and this time using his Procyonidae skills, the raccoon was little by little climbing the massive canyon until right back to the top.

It was somewhat easy since Carmelita was in a hurry. The fox let some small parts of the dough exposed to the heat far too long than they should. As a direct result out of that, some small pieces of it burned, dark and hard, which made for an excellent support for Cooper to stick his cane and climb up.

But by the time the master of the cooper gang was halfway from getting back to the top of that massive canyon a thundering smash, immediately followed by a tremendous earthquake almost made him fall all the back or even deeper if it were not by the yellow cane saving his life one more time. What was happening was nothing, but the silver tip of one of the prongs from the fork Carmelita was holding landing some meters in front of Cooper's location.

Once that same tip removed itself and raised itself into the heavens once again Cooper had no choice other than watch awed and frozen a load of dough as a huge as a big city being removed from the ground in front of him and carefully delivered into the fox's mouth, disappearing between Carmelita's lip. The Sly Cooper was getting out of time.

Finally, our poor hero made it back to the top. Standing on the surface of the pancake once again, Cooper was back to where he started. This time there were a lot less imposing columns of water vapor around him since the pancake itself was not so warm anymore. But the raccoon didn't even notice that detail at all; almost all his concerns were directed to the cherry on top of the cake, to his precious jewel, to the monumental, yet pitiful museum. And of course, to Carmelita's hand movements.

Talking about hand movements, a sudden displacement in the air, followed by an increasing shadow, served to reminder the thief that neither could he stop or relax at his current situation. Carmelita was preparing to take another chunk out of her breakfast, and this time her fork was about to land on top of her boyfriend.

Cooper ran in a desperate comic matter while holding his cane by its elegant brown staff. Cooper made it right on time, but the sheer force of the impact of the gigantic fork, combined with some residue vapor from the deeper levels of the pancake's mass ended up boosting the little raccoon forward.

The thief landed face-first into the chocolate coverage like a river. At first, even Cooper didn't know he was so close to his target. But the vicious aspect of the chocolate and its unmistakable taste getting in his mouth told the raccoon everything he needed to know. He was inside of that delicious chocolate coverage.

Although it was good news, at the same time, it wasn't. Carmelita loves to leave the coverage to the end when she is about to finish her meal. By the time Cooper made it to the surface of the chocolate-stream, the first thing he had noticed was there was almost nothing left of the pancake for the goodies fox to eat.

"I need to step inside of that museum and fast! But first, where is my cane?..."

Before the male raccoon could even begin to look after the weapon his father passed down to him, the earthquake came one more time. Such a shame, since the museum was really really close to the hero now. But as Cooper looked back to its direction, the building wasn't there anymore.

Tilting his head up, the master of the cooper gang got a much closer up look at his girlfriend's lips. Looking seductive as always, and opening up Carmelita's lips were providing a show. Due to the proximity, this time, Cooper was able to see her canine enormous white teeth and fangs awaiting. Deeper inside the mouth, massive pillars of saliva and some leftovers of pancakes were clearable visible and even worse. On top of the fork among the monstrous load of pancake, there was The Tomorrow's museum.

"No!!! No!!! No!!! My dear, don't do it!!!"

Of course, it was useless. Such pitty and pathetic attempt to communicate with an imposing being could only result, again, in absolutely nothing. Carmelita sucked it clean. The moment the silver fork emerged out of the fox woman's lips, it was so incredibly clean that there was even a shiny shine coming out of its prongs.

What came right next wasn't cheering. The mammoth fox started to chew, her adorable cheek moving slowly as the girl was clearly enjoying how the chocolate was tasting inside of her cavernous mouth. The tongue was probably spreading the contents inside all across the endless extension of her maw. And finally, to the end, a loud gulp!

The poor raccoon's eyes were wide. Although the thief's consciousness was telling it was over, end of the game, his natural adventurer instincts were telling precisely the opposite. Cooper was confused. He didn't know what to do. Well, he knew. But he didn't know if he had the courage to pull that almost suicidal trick out.

But soon enough, whatever decision he could make wouldn't matter. The decision was made for him at the moment the fork landed seemingly far away from him. It took a few seconds to understand it, but Cooper was now standing right on the last piece of pancake left on the fox's plate, and she was going to eat it.

Cooper could even try to swim, or he could try to use his cane. But honestly, he didn't make any of that. The master thief decided to face what was just about to happen as an honorable challenge, and inside the fox's mouth, Cooper decided he would go. The raccoon could barely wait to see Carmelita's reaction once he tells her everything that happened during that morning underneath her unaware gaze, if he makes it out alive, of course.

Carmelita effortlessly lifted the fork bringing along with it the last chunk of pancake, finally finishing her first meal of the day. The tiny Cooper was experiencing both sheer G forces and intense winds during his ascension from table level to the lip's level of a titanic fox woman.

Once the fork stop moving and Cooper found himself facing those two colossal walls like lips to say he was dazzled would have been a euphemism. Not only because it was the first time he got see Carmelita's lip without lipstick, but mostly because of the sheer size of that mountain-sized, fleshly, living wall right in front of him now, like a whole new landscape.

Our hero, I mean, a raccoon who was thief, squatted down. Using his right knee to support his body and holding the staff of his yellow cane with his left hand Cooper directed his gaze right into his girlfriend's lips, almost as if he was going to punch a hole right through the towering Interpol inspector lips.

But, much to his surprise, what happened was totally different from what the raccoon thief was planning. At the moment, Carmelita opened her lips; the massive fox woman gasped, a very subtle and low effort gasp. However, that action alone was more than enough to not only destroy the poor, nano raccoon's plan but also to suck him into the confines of her mouth.

Since he was fast and aware of the situation made quite a huge difference, though, since it helped Cooper avoid becoming a red stain by using his yellow cane to slow down himself and even managing to land right on top of one Carmelita's massive lower teeth, instead of colliding against them, that sure was something probably no one else could ever dream of repeating.

Cooper was about to look back to check the situation with the massive load of food that was right behind him, but he saw a small spark of light. A light that was coming from the insides of the fox's mouth and not from the outside world, that light could only possibly be from the museum and its micronuclear fusion reactor. The thing inside of the facility was probably still working and generating power to keep the lights on.

The raccoon was more than happy to make that conclusion because it all meant that the place somehow survived all the chewing sections and that it was still in one piece, awaiting for him somewhere in the confines of his girl's mouth. All he got to do it was to look after it, but how he was going to do it was still a puzzle, if not a challenge itself.

Talking about perils, the leader of the gang forgot he was supposed to look back, and now he was going to pay for it. The fork with pancake moved in, without hitting Cooper, and since the raccoon still had his cane at hand, the displaced air was not a problem to him this time.

However, what was going to happen next was quite evident. Once the fork was inside, Carmelita was going to close her mouth in order to eat properly. But the poor Cooper was standing with his yellow cane right on top of the fox's front teeth; he needed to get out there as fast as he could. The raccoon didn't have too many choices available at hand, he would need to jump, but the main question was: where to jump?

The light was going away as the lips were sealing together once again, and the immense row of sharp, giant teeth looming above the raccoon's location was getting closer to land on top of the lower row of teeth. In the face of that, Cooper didn't have much left to do. He just jumped out there as fast as possible in a total blind jump.

The raccoon landed right on the very tip of Carmelita's tongue, losing himself among an endless forest of tastebuds as he did so. However, the last thing he saw was the cane his father gave to him landing far away from him. The cane passed right through the fox's tongue perimeters, falling into the gap between the endless, flexible muscle and the gums.

There was no need to wonder. Of course, Cooper was going to retrieve the cane no matter what it could coast him and there would be no need to walk a lot either since he landed so close the edge of the tip of the tongue itself, but of course, his girlfriend was going to give him a hand.

Almost as if to remind Cooper exactly where he was and how dangerous the entire situation really was, the tongue began to move. Carmelita was about to chew the last chunk of her breakfast and among with that anything that was on top of her tongue too. The tongue emerged upwards, pools of saliva ran towards the depths of her gullet immediately, the roaring sound of running water, running at considerably high speeds, made the minuscule raccoon feel a solid shiver running down his spine until the end of his tail.

However, Cooper wouldn't need to worry about all that at all since the tongue's movement was enough to propel the nano raccoon out of its border, sending him down right into the same massive, small gab where his cane landed. Landing into a small portion of leftover breakfast, which Carmelita was just finishing eating, the thief didn't suffer too much and successfully reclaimed his most precious weapon.

Looking up high above, since Cooper was nano-sized, even the small distance from the lingual frenulum to the gum where he stood was enormous; it was possible to see the tongue moving and shoving the food all-around effortless. A metropolis-sized block of pancake being easily tossed and destroyed by the carnivore fox, but the raccoon wasn't so much concerned with that since his attention got captured by something else.

Moving towards him was a river made out of pure fox saliva. Cooper didn't stand a chance, but even knowing that he was preparing to run out there and at the very moment he was about to lift the cane, he saw something. At first, he didn't believe what he saw, but after a few blinks of his eyes, the raccoon didn't have any doubts left. He was looking at a piece of The Tomorrow's museum.

It was impossible to know what happened for sure and how it happened, but it seems during the chewing seasons the building got divided into multiples parts, and all those parts were probably scattered throughout Carmelita's mouth now. Cooper even gave a brief, vague at how many parts of the museum there are out there, but right now, it would better if he focus on the one part that was closer to him.

Almost as if Carmelita's mouth was delivering that piece itself to her tiny boyfriend, the river-sized amount of saliva which was running fast towards the raccoon's location started to disperse as it was hitting the nerves at the base of the vast tongue and gums. The part of the museum was slowly and gently parked a few dozens of meters away from Cooper's location, just a short walk from where he was.

Once stepping inside, the thief was sure about one thing: this is not the part of the museum which contained the micro fusion nuclear reactor core since all the lights and the cyber-electronic paraphernalia inside was deactivated. No power was running through that fragment of the museum's section.

The lack of lights made it hard for Cooper to distinguish what section of the museum was that, but judging by the objects and the structure around him, it seemed it was the section dedicated to the aquarium. Not like it was an easy task to identify things, neither was to walk around as Carmelita's saliva made some pretty heavy damage to the place.

The titanic fox's saliva was naturally dissolving parts of the structure made out of materials that it could actually destroy. Most parts of the aquarium were still in one piece, but some devices had a hard time dealing with the drool of a goddess. Although Cooper's clothes had a thick fabric, he did figure it was not going to be a good idea to have direct contact with his lover's drool while being that ridiculous tiny.

"Tsk! This is a waste of my time!"

The master of all thieves said to himself before leaving that tiny fragment of the museum. Cooper knew the device Bentley gave him could only be somewhere around closer to the security command room of the museum, the last place he was before teleporting the whole thing. He stepped out of that part of the facility, angry and with a strong sensation of wasted time.

But that was, in reality, not true, because at least he was sure he had surveyed one-third of the place. Where the other part of the museum, or parts in the plural, was located was still a massive mystery to the insignificant raccoon.

Back outside, Carmelita's tongue was still moving. Although, this time, her tongue was preparing itself to land back at the bottom of the mouth and then remain stationary right there. There was only one problem; Cooper. The nano-sized raccoon didn't even need to look anymore to realize what was happening; he was getting so used to the environment of his new world that he could feel the tongue's presence and movements almost like her tongue was a living identity on its own.

Nevertheless, that didn't mean he was safe, not in the least. The speck of a thief was running for dear life until a rambunctious blast surpassed all the other sounds in the interior of the inspector's mouth.

One beat... another beat... a third heartbeat... Eyes were opening up slowly, consciousness returning. Yes, Cooper was still alive, but he was free falling again. The land didn't land on him. It did land close to him, but not on him; if not, he wouldn't be alive. But only the impact of that massive mass of pink fresh sent the poor raccoon skyrocketing. The sheer amount of G forces during Cooper's ascension was what made him blackout for a few moments.

Looking around to his surroundings Sly could see that he was high, very far away from the tongue like the ground, and yet by looking up above, he noticed that he wasn't even closer from reaching the palate of Carmelita's mouth at all. A strange way his girlfriend's body had of reassuring to the nano raccoon how ridiculous tiny he became.

Cooper was ready to give up. Judging by his speed and height, he convinced himself he was not going to make it out of this adventure alive. At least he didn't bring his gang this time, so he spared his friends from dying in such pathetic matter in the mouth of his girlfriend without Carmelita never knowing what happened at all.

But again, luck descended upon the raccoon in the form of a subtle, gentle breath. Subtle and gentle to Carmelita, of course, to Cooper, it was a whole different story. The girl's breath dragged the teeny raccoon, leading him down into the more profound areas of her mouth. However, what was more spectacular about it all was the fact that Sly was so punny and insignificant that his girlfriend's breath was preventing him from landing.

Flying like a ridiculous particle captured by a breeze, Cooper was flying throughout the fox's mouth with no control over his trajectory. But one thing it was for sure, the winds were sending him closer and closer to Carmelita's gullet as they were getting warmer and wetter.

Sometimes, Cooper flew so high that he even got a close-up look of the palate and that was at the minimum quite bizarre; the raccoon had felt that same palate many times before while kissing the inspector, but never in his life he thought he would come so close to it like now.

Whenever it was not the tongue causing trouble, it was the fox's breath, but at least he didn't have to deal with Carmelita's large and sharp canine teeth. Until now. The stormy breath was beginning to cease, and Cooper was losing altitude. What was not so good about that was the white, mountain-sized, big detail that the raccoon was going to crash into, also called molar.

Sly didn't know what to do. The best he could do, he was already doing, which was to hold on onto his cane as strong he could. But, the closer he got, the more he realized there was something wrong about the tooth's surface. The specific area he was heading to was green colored. Everybody knows teeth can't be green. Cooper thought it was probably due to some part of food stuck to Carmelita's molar.

The raccoon was right. It was a fragment of the strawberry leaf that was sitting on top of the inspector's pancake a few moments earlier. That innocent leaf was going to save the master thief, but only if he manages to make it to the leaf first place. Just because the strong winds around him were calming, that didn't mean the battle mid-air was over, and if Sly don't watch out, he will become just one more piece of food stuck to his lover's molar.

But a landing like the one Cooper was about to perform was a piece of cake to the leader of the Cooper gang. Skydiving like a master, Sly made it to the tiny spot, not tiny to him, on the molar's surface covered by the strawberry leaf. The leaf helped him have a somewhat soft landing, of course. But obviously, that didn't mean the raccoon didn't roll over himself several times until he managed to rearrange himself to be able to draw out his cane and use it to proper stop.

Cooper was getting annoyed and tired with that whole adventure already; he needed to bring it to an end. Notwithstanding, it seemed like someone very special had a direct connection with the poor, exhausted, miniature raccoon. Standing up straight and solid, a broad smile surged on Sly's face. In front of him there was the museum, well another part of it, but this time it was the most crucial part of the facility.

"This is it! I'm sure this is the section of the museum that has the commander center!"

But then, a loud explosion followed by an intense, blinding light occurred. Cooper didn't know what happened, but he was analyzing and putting one and two together. What was so odd about what just happened was not the explosion itself; neither was the light itself, but the light's direction or from where it came.

Instead of coming from the front part of Carmelita's mouth, the light came from the depths of her esophagus. What Cooper didn't know, and he probably would never do given how tired and stressed he was already, it was the section of the museum which happened to contain the reactor core was in course to the fox's stomach. That section of the facility had already fallen into the titanic throat of the Interpol inspector.

The reactor was on its way to be digested by fox's stomach acid, but that didn't even come to happen since the fancy, technological wonder material which the museum used as infrastructure didn't stand a chance against the mammoth walls made of pure, robust muscle which happen to compose Carmelita's gullet. Just a friendly reminder, your throat is capable of sustaining some terrible soft drinks such as Nuka Cola, which is ten times stronger than the acid your stomach could ever dream of producing.

As a direct consequence of that, what was a nuclear explosion to Cooper, to Carmelita, was nothing more than a small uncomfortable sensation at the back of the throat. Although that sensation was small and pitty, it was enough to trigger the fox woman to look for something to drink, and that brought a spotlight in the whole situation, literally.

Carmelita stood up from the chair and gave some small, causal steps to the fridge. A small action that alone made the last fragment of the once wonderful Tomorrow's museum fall off the top of her molar to the surface of her tongue and even caught her pint-sized boyfriend for the ride.

Abundant light came in as the inspector's lips opened up one again. Cooper knew more than never he was running out of time. The raccoon used his cane to get inside of what was left of the facility by one of the big paranoic windows like a good thief would do.

Giving everything he got, running at the deafening sound of rushing liquid on the background, the raccoon didn't even want to know what it was this time. Although it was orange juice, he just wanted to get back to the control room, retrieve the personal teleporter device unit from his friend Bentley and get the hell out of that hell.

However, by the time Cooper finally stepped into that room, something hit the tiny building and hard. It was orange cumin from the orange juice Carmelita was drinking, but now that tiny little thing was so massive and vast if compared to the facility that it was both carrying and causing damage to the place.

Inside the building, Cooper was trying to regain his balance and look for the device which was somewhere in that room. With no lights, shakes, and tremors, the overwhelming probability was that the raccoon was going to fail. But Sly didn't give up, and finally, he made it, the raccoon had that so precious device at hand. Unfortunately, however, it was at that very moment as well that the gravity center changed utterly.

The last piece of the building fell out of the fox's tongue and down into her throat. Everyone knows what is coming next, utterly alienation by muscle walls. The raccoon was already preparing to give up, even though he pressed the device's button, his body was airborne in the middle of the control room of what was left of the place Cooper didn't have much hope left until he hit his face right into a hard, solid, dusty wood floor.

The next thing the raccoon heard was the steps of somebody walking in a hurry, followed by the familiar voice of someone he knew well.

"Stop right now!!! If not... Cooper?1?"

Carmelita was lost; she didn't understand what happened or why Cooper was like that on the floor. To be fair, she had never seen him that way before, wholly defeated like that. The woman even tried to reanimate her boyfriend, but the raccoon simply blacked out, totally exhausted. Cooper would probably stay out of any adventure for a few days after this last tricker he pulled off.

What happened to the museum, or what was left of it? It got severely crushed by the fox's throat muscles, and the rest of it, that managed to survive and pass through the gullet landed into the fox's stomach. Given the ridiculous size of the structure, the building didn't last even a single second after getting in direct contact with goddess stomach acid.

Luckily, nobody was inside of the place when the thing disappeared forever in stomach acid. It was so small and pitiful that Carmelita's body absorbed little to nothing in terms of nutrients out of the thing. Nobody would come to know what precisely happened to the marvelous Tomorrow's museum, not even Cooper since during his coma, his mind was treating to erase most of the events that happened that day.

The loss of the museum would probably be reported as a gas explosion by the great media and taken as a teleportation malfunction by the cooper gang.