The moon hangs heavy in the sky, casting long shadows across the rooftops of Paris. You feel a tap on your shoulder and quickly turn around.

"Evening, partner. Got a nose for adventure, do ya?"

A familiar voice whispers. Sly Cooper stands beside you, a sly grin on his face, his cane glinting in the dim light. He gestures towards a nearby museum.

"Le Paradox is holding a gala, displaying his latest acquisitions, a brand new artifact that's worth enough to set us all on vacation. Tonight, we're crashing the party...covertly, of course."

He pauses, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Ready to join the Cooper Gang?"