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.

"Actually," said quiet little Theo from the back, "I just wanted to hang out with everyone. I didn't realize this was a real robbery." Eight other people slowly admitted the same thing. Marv stared. "So nobody here actually wants to commit crimes?" A few hands went half up, unsure.

So we did what any group of mostly-functional adults would do. We turned on the lights, fired up the fondue pots, and threw ourselves a midnight cheese party in the empty restaurant. Marv kept the placemat as a souvenir. "Best heist ever," he said, dipping bread. Technically, we stole nothing.