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."

A flashlight beam swept past the front window. Everyone froze. "That's a guard," whispered Priya. "Marv, you said this place had no guard." Marv looked at his placemat. "The mouse didn't mention a guard." The doorknob started to rattle.

Marv panicked and yelled, "WE'RE THE NIGHT CLEANING CREW!" while holding a crayon placemat. The rattling stopped. A confused voice came through the door. "There's eleven of you? For one restaurant?" Marv looked around at us. "...We're very thorough," he called back.

The door opened and the guard handed Marv an actual mop. "Great, the lobby's filthy. Start there." He walked off whistling. Marv stood holding the mop while ten friends slowly turned to look at him. "So," said Lola. "We're a cleaning crew now." And honestly, we did a great job.