The Pink Panther -

Outside, the night was silent, save for the rhythmic snapping of a trench coat caught in the wind. adjusted his mustache, which was currently slightly crooked. He wasn't here to admire the art; he was here to catch "The Phantom," the suave jewel thief he had chased across continents.

"Fear not, citizens!" Clouseau whispered to a nearby marble bust, which he promptly knocked over with his elbow. "The panther is safe under my... watchful eye." The Pink Panther

Meanwhile, a shadow moved across the ceiling tiles—not the heavy, clumsy shadow of a policeman, but a long, lean, and impossibly pink one. The wasn't interested in the diamond's monetary value; he just thought it looked like a nice place to take a nap. With the debonair confidence of an English aristocrat and the quiet wit of a silent film star, he tiptoed past the lasers, his movements timed perfectly to the jazzy beat of a saxophone only he could hear. The Pink Panther (1963) Outside, the night was silent, save for the

In the dimly lit gallery of the Lugash National Museum, the sat beneath a laser-grid, pulsing with a faint, rosy glow. Legend had it that if you looked deep into its crystalline heart, you would see the silhouette of a leaping panther—a tiny flaw that gave the world's most famous gem its name. "Fear not, citizens