It was a dark night, and you were out later than you should be. Checking your phone as you make your way home down a deserted city street, you hear a sharp whistle. When you turn around to see who it is, there's no one behind you. When you turn back, you see your phone has been snatched. Looking around wildly, another whistle catches your attention, to just above you, where, perched on a rooftop and looming over you, is an unbelievably huge, hulking mass of a raccoon.

His steel-grey fur covered a body of monumental proportions and indomitable might, so sturdy looking it was as if the raccoon was made of living stone. His biceps alone were as big as melons, his anvil-like triceps primed and pumped as he hunched forward, clutching the stone parapet. His titanic, bulging pecs, barely encased in a blue shirt, were only outdone by the sheer wing span of his lats, a pair of sheer tectonic plates of muscle bolstering his back. His taut, trunk-sized legs were coiled like springs as he squatted, his gear strung tightly across his gargantuan physique.

He has a long staff with a distinctive hook draped over his huge shoulders, and there in his hand is your phone. The raccoon offers a winning smile and winks as he tosses the phone back down to you. "Hey there- nice night, huh?"

He gracefully leaps from his perch, hitting the sidewalk in front of you with a noticeable thud. This enormous muscled-up hunk then stretches out his hand to you. "Name's Sly, Sly Cooper. Listen, I don't normally do this, but what're you doing tonight? You look like someone that I could steal away for a good time."