Freaking Clepto!

Remember those neighbors that went all "hilljack" on us last month? Well their son has been itching to play with Zac, so we gave in, a few times (IDIOTS are we). Tonite though, he came over and STOLE from us! Would I lie? He took the memory card out of our Playstation and keeps telling us he doesn't have it. I have no idea what the card is, even though me, playing Santa, bought the damn thing, but Terry had been playing the PS and was using the card, (which stays in the system) before the clepto came over, so I know it exists. He allowed said clepto to play and came downstairs with me. Thirty minutes later the kid went home and our card has vanished. It's not under the TV armoire, not in the game drawer, not on top of the TV or PS, nowhere to be found. Now, tell me, where could it have gone? This kid has taken it before, "accidentally," as he and his toothless Mother refer to it as, but we usually get it back when we ask for it. I asked twice tonite and both times I was shot down. So, I did what any other respectable parent (with all her original teeth) would do....I told the kid he couldn't come over and play anymore, since our belongings went missing. And you know what he said? "Sorry Julie." Whatevs, you little clepto---you got what you came for. You with your mullet hairstyle. Guess your family can order that pizza you've been eyeing with all the money you'll get off the sale of our gamecard, eh?