Sly Cooper is a filthy rotten thief. Not a sunken-eyed lowlife nicking crisps from the corner shop or a witless delinquent pocketing CDs in HMV, but a floppy-capped, stripey jumper-wearing rogue with a swag sack slung over his shoulder and a wiley grin on his face. Then there's Bentley, his wily tortoise accomplice who serves as the brains of the operation. He's a lover, not a fighter, so he renders his foes unconscious with a well-placed tranquilliser dart. Finally, we have Murray. He's a ...