Sly listened to the Mudokon's suggestion, taking thought in its skill it said.
He nodded in agreement.
"Very well," Sly looked up to the Mudokon.
"Make the traps. I'll head out for Sly," He looked all around.
"Like I said...We could use all the help we can get," Slogann nodded, and ran up the direction Sly took off to.
The factory was nearby to Sly. The air was more smoggy to Sly's smell. He'd left the Slig and Mudokon to their own.
There was a distant howl down the steep slope to the forest. Sly turned around.
Slogann bursted out of the trees, his tongue lopping out one side.
"Slogann?" Sly said to himself.
Slogann regenerated from his sprint, then looked up to Sly.
"Sly. We need yer help. The Gloktigi's are really close. We're going to need all the help we can get, and that includes you," Slogann said.
"Why bother? We can't beat a bunch've Gloktigi's, along with their trainers," Sly shrugged.
"That's why we need every possible person to help," Slogann whined.
Sly let out a harsh sigh. He blinked a little doubtfully to his Slog.
"You positive?"
Slogann bounced his head up and down.
Sly looked down the hill to the standing Slig and Mudokon staring curiously at both Slig and Slog.
Sly gave a grin, then trotted down to them. He scratched his head nervously, but managed to look at them.
"We-well..." he stuttered at first. "we could use yer help...guys...To beat the Glok's?" Sly spoke.
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