Micro Heist

"What's the difference again between a robbery and a heist?" "Gheezus Christ on a cracker Rob you are a dummy" Kleman replied with an exasperated sigh as he often did whenever addressing one of Robbie's incessant questions. "A robbery is stealing some stupid shit from some nobody on the street. A heist is stealing some important shit, like gold or a famous jewel or shit like that, from somebody or someplace important. In our case that would be a museum" Robbie looked puzzled as he contemplated Kleman's answer. He was not exactly sure he really saw the difference. Stealing was stealing in his mind. Then again, his mind was of the slow variety and contemplation was not his strong suit. But, what he lacked in brains, he made up for in spades in courage and loyalty. At least, that is what Kleman liked to tell people when they asked him why he had partnered up with that "retarded kid Robbie." In truth, he had taken on Robbie because he simply did not trust anyone of normal intelligence. In his experience with former partners, the smarter the man, the dumber the plan. Robbie was perfect, exactly because he was so dumb.