The dog lets out an oddly indignant-sounding squeak as it extracts its head from the bag and, after a false start, gets back to its paws. Jeez, he's not clumsy with them! You end up in a trash can - okay, two or three times now, but never mind that! - and nobody ever lets you live it down -

Oh. Oh yeah, this is awkward. Of all the people to show up...

Giving itself a shake, it turns its furry head to look from side to side, utterly unfazed by the vines bursting into life behind it. Maybe he can use something as a prop... Ugh, but what are the chances somebody just happened to throw away a pencil or something around here?