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Vroom vroom thubba thubba thubba.....oof listen to that 4 litre straight six
Fuckinell Hannah You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off ! 
OK....here's what I propose:
There'll be me, Madame and Wicked (in case we need an off road rallying pro - as a Swede it's in her DNA), in three souped up minis. After synchronising blob cycles watches, MrsB will infiltrate the Prague mainframe traffic control computer thingy, replacing the existing reel to reel tape with a re-run of Commodities. At O-twelvehundred-hours Hannah will manoeuvre the tank into Wenceslas Square, crushing several Ladas and taking out the horse statue. Sparks, Anne and Mave will be here, here and here with full handbags, contents will need to be very specific...think Coco Chanel atomiser, Hermes scarf, travel pack of Liptons....please check for half chewed cereal bars, randomly unwrapped tampons, packs of dried up wipes and raisins covered in fluff. Be ready to empty on Comtess' AWOOGA mark. When the entire city has reached total gridlock, we will swoop into the set in the minis, snatching a Musketeer each, escaping across the weir having completed a random circuit of the Fiat factory roof and into the mountains.
How's that sound?