"Dang!" exclaimed Sly, as he peered at his cane, which now lay in pieces. He was fighting a bank robber, when the robber suddenly shot at his cane, smashing it into 5 pieces. He pulled out his binocucom and pressed the "on" button. "Yo, Bentley, I got a situation on my hands. Meet me in the bank," he said. About 10 minutes later, Bentley had traversed the city of Paris and was at the First National Bank of France. "What happen...Whoa! Your cane, gimme the pieces," he said. He pulled out a carton of plaster from his pack. "Plaster?" said Sly.