All eleven of us crammed into the closed fondue restaurant after dark. The place smelled like regret and melted gruyere. Marv unrolled a piece of paper with a big flourish. It was a placemat. "Behold," he said, "the layout of Fromagerie Sublime." Lola squinted at it. "Marv, that's a kids' maze. There's a cartoon mouse in the corner." Marv folded his arms. "The mouse knows where the safe is."

Big Dennis raised his hand. "Question. Why are we robbing a cheese place at all?" The room went quiet. Marv blinked. "Because... the cheese is worth a fortune?" Dennis nodded slowly. "Just checking we had a reason." Half the group admitted they had also forgotten the reason.

Lola clapped her hands. "New plan: we grab the famous golden cheese wheel, we sell it, we split the money eleven ways." Dennis did the math on his fingers. "That's like nine dollars each." Lola paused. "...We'll grab two cheese wheels."

Dennis kept doing the math. "Two wheels is eighteen dollars each. Three is twenty-seven." Marv's eyes lit up. "So we just need, like, a hundred cheese wheels?" Lola looked at our eleven pairs of empty hands. "We can carry maybe four." We ran the numbers, sighed, and decided crime didn't pay enough. We went out for tacos instead.