Lola grabbed the placemat anyway. "Fine. If the mouse leads to the safe, we follow the mouse." She traced the crayon path to a doodle of a cheese wheel. "That's the vault. Probably. Marv, you're up front. Everyone else, try not to knock anything over."
We followed the crayon maze down a hallway to a door marked "VAULT" in fancy gold letters. "No way," breathed Lola. "The mouse was right." She pushed it open. Inside sat one enormous cheese wheel on a velvet pillow, glowing under a spotlight.
Dennis stepped up to lift the golden cheese wheel and grunted. It didn't budge. "It's bolted down," he wheezed. "Who bolts down a cheese?" Lola read the tiny plaque on the pillow out loud. "Award-Winning Display Cheese. Made of wax." She looked up. "It's fake. The whole vault is fake."