Pitch frowned, "I think...not to criticize your plan, Lucky, but the others might have been smart not to crawl in the bag..." he said as he felt they were being hopelessly carried inside.
Lucky frowned, "Hey, I'll get us out ok...just, let me think...".
"Shh, boys quiet" Tibs hissed, "as the Cornel would say now's the time for recon and not letting the enemy know how many of us are here".
Horace and Jasper carried the bag over to a table and set it down, "I don't know about you, but I want a bit to eat first" one of them said, probably Horace, walking off.
With a spring of hope, Pitch pushed at the bag...only to find it had been craftily tied closed. He whimpered a bit, "Well that's just great...".