"Aha!" Molly smiled wide enough to near split her face. "I think I forgot my brain in our room. Or it's rattling in here," she pointed to her head. "But in the Tardis' defence, I lug the art thingies around in there all the time, even if time is currently irrelevant."
Yes, she had named her blue bag, for the fact it held much more inside than it seemed it would. But 4 foot of copper pipe stretched reality's limits.
Molly started positioning the pipes in the bag for the most coverage and least poking outtedness. "Crazy cripy crap goes on here all the time. People seeing the local squirrel carrying a bag of nuts shouldn't cause too much notice."
Molly took the bag from Savannah and slung it over her shoulder. It clanged and rattled. "Mischief managed. Now to sneak out without being caught by the coppers with the copper."