ATF! Hands UP! Mr. Rapparee, back away from the explosives!

Three black-clad officers look around at the stunned faces staring from around the darkened room, then move behind the bar and set their arms out of view. The apparent leader speaks

"Hehehe. Fooled you, didn't we? This funky place has been on our radar for years, but it kept shifting around. We finally managed to follow that pizza delivery guy to find the door."

The two officers step from behind him and quietly pick up all of the explosive devices and remove them to the parking lot, then return to the room. One of them finally speaks

"What a mix. Who's the dizzy broad in the wheelchair dancing with? And are the Swedish massage ladies up for dancing?"

The third agent speaks

"We get a bad rap, so no one invites us to their parties. But this one, we figured we'd fit right in.