I would like to say one thing in my defense before I start this next part. The banks in Gotham really need to be guarded better. It's their own fault if they can't guard against a group of kids, only one of which actually has superpowers. If you want to call yarn animation a super power. I think it falls under the what-the-heck-was-the-universe-thinking category. 

Since I thoroughly guided you through my  insane asylum experience, it's only fair to skip ahead to the next afternoon. I went to school like my usual C average alter ego, got a wedgie of illegal proportions in gym class, and survived another day of poisoned cafeteria food. Things only got good once I got home.

I ran up the stairs to the apartment, the nervous shivers I had been feeling all day growing worse and worse. The whole day I had been expecting for Kayley to swoop in, or some insane asylum guards to come interrogate me. So when I opened my apartment and found Kayley and the 2 insane patients helping themselves to Captain Crunch, I immediately turned around and shut the door behind me. 

Then, having collected myself, I re-entered and sat down. It's amazing how much you can get used to in under a week. 

"Dare I even ask what you're doing here?" I sighed, steadying the milk jug before Pearl could knock it off the table. 

"We're making good on our promise!" Kayley said brightly. "Today is bank robbery day!"

Now I knew that there was going to be some money making scheme. Kayley had told me that she could help save the store. The thought had even crossed my mind that we might be scamming or stealing something. So I maturely responded with, 

"Are you freaking INSANE?!"

Simon raised his hand helpfully. 

"I am." he commented.

"Ooh! Me too!" Pearl bubbled. 

"I'm... not quite there yet," Kayley smiled. "I've had this planned for months Aaron. Just waiting for the right time and the right talent."

"We live in GOTHAM CITY," I stressed. "Home of the Batman? The dark knight? Beater up of bank robbers? Does this ring any bells?"

Kayley patiently waited for my outburst to end before saying calmly, "I've told you. The Justice league is busy right now. And even if he was here, even Batman has limits. He can't be everywhere, preventing every crime. No one could know that there's a robbery being planned, so don't worry about him."

She might as well have told me not to worry about a bullet wound to the face. But I was distracted by the fact that Pearl had just poured her cereal bowl out the window, and onto my downstairs neighbor's balcony. 

"And how," I asked, turning away from the window with enormous difficulty, "Do you plan on robbing a Gotham bank today?"

"Easier than it sounds," she said, a grin spreading across her annoyingly adorable freckled face. "Ready to save your mom's business?"

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It was a slow evening at the bank. Most customers had already done their business for the day, so only a small trickle of people came in and out through the wide doors. Golden evening light was just beginning to glow through the huge windows. 

Two people, a girl and a boy, entered together into the front hall. One balding teller prepared himself to greet them, sizing the two up. They were young, probably a couple. Both wore long coats and scarves. 

The girl stepped up to the counter. 

"What can I do for you miss?" the teller asked. 

"I'd like to make a withdrawal please," she replied sweetly. 

"Sure thing. Account number and ammount to withdraw?"

"Oh, I don't have an account here. And I'd like to have 750,000 dollars please."

The teller looked up in shock. But the last thing he saw was the young man pointing a spray can into his face. 

The man slumped to the ground. Simon pulled another can from a pocket of his coat and began spraying both at once. Kayley yanked her scarf over her face and joined the mad dash for the exit. One security worker lunged for the alarm, but fell back, howling, as a thrown knife stabbed into his hand. 

Fumes began to billow through the wide space, causing everyone to cough and wheeze their way to the exits. Simon emptied his cans, and pulled one sealed beaker from his coat. 

"And now for the smokescreen," he said through his scarf. He smashed the glass onto the floor. The fumes began to bond with the new chemical, forming a thick, foggy haze. 

"Ready Aaron?" he called into a walkie talkie. 

"Uh, I guess. Hey, are the cops already here? Will this take long? We're not oging to get stuck are-"

"Focus!" Kayley's voice snapped. 

"Right, right. Okay Simon. Sending the yarn in."

From under the bank door snaked a piece of yarn. Simon grabbed an end and ran through the bank toward the vault. Looked doors fell with just a couple squirts of acid into the hinges or locks. 

He halted in front of the massive vault. 

"I'm putting the yarn by the locks. Guide it through Aaron," Simon ordered. Like a snake, the yarn shimmied into the crevices and nooks the the intricate lock until it could push no farther. 

"Here we go," Simon grinned, only his flashing black eyes visible. He struck a match, lit the yarn, and ran. The explosive lacing in the fabric only took moments to ignite. 

The vault shivered as its lock was blown to pieces. It groaned mightily, trembled, then fell.

"Send in the rope!" Simon called, rushing into the vault and jamming wads of cash into his pockets. Soon a thick rope with a huge bag tied to it slithered in. Simon loaded all he could into it then called, "Let's blow this joint!"

Police had only begun to arrive on the scene as a small and strange team emerged from the smoke and vanished into darkness.