At that moment, Carmelita suddenly realized who had found her.
"Wait, Penelope?" Carmelita asked, surprised to see her again after what happened the last time they had seen each other.
"Oh, it talks and- Wait, Carmelita, is that you?" Penelope responded, after noticing the plush speaking.
Carmelita felt embarrassed having to be like this over a criminal. "Yes?" She said. "How did you escape?"
"That's not really for you to know, Inspector." Penelope replied, a slight smirk on her face. "Now, how did you end up like this anyways?"
"Honestly, I'm just as confused as you are." Carmelita admitted. "I found this scepter while for Sly, it and me started glowing, and suddenly, I'm an cuddly toy... I'm still surprised I can even speak right now." She continued.
"Well, that is a pickle... But you do look rather adorable!" Penelope said as she gave the fox a hug.
"Not so tight please...!" Carmelita said, worried her plush body might not last long if she was squashed too hard, could she even die while like this? Her internal organs were currently stuffing yet she was breathing like her heart and lungs were still in-tact.
"Oh, sorry." Penelope said, dropping Carmelita onto her belly. "But what do you want me to do?
"How should I know?" Carmelita replied as she got up, looking at the little nubs that had just minutes ago been her arms. "But I can't stay stuck like this, INTERPOL will end up wondering where I went, and hell, if Sly were to see me like this... I'd never hear the end of it."
Penelope was at a loss on what to do... What was her move here?
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