"Hold your horses!" Little John bellowed over the sound of the horn. It didn't take a whole lot of effort for Little John to bellow, after all. His lung capacity could put actual bellows to shame.
Well, small bellows.
"These horses can't be held!" Much said, hanging out the window, hair a little floppy in the heat "Not with Scarlet in charge."
Little John grunted as he supported one box with a bent leg, getting the sliding door open with his freed hand. "Be useful, will ya, Much? There's a pillow just inside the door."
"Oooo, gotta have your pillow," Much grinned as he mocked, and mocked as he jumped out of the van and darted across the sidewalk. As he did, Little John set the boxes in the back and climbed into Much's vacated seat beside Will, holding out his fist for a manly bumping.