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.