The Pixar logo fades to black. A graying, frayed suitcase wearing thick reading glasses approaches a tiny suitcase. It asks, "Did I ever tell you about how I met your grandfather on a beach in the south of France? No?" Cut to a younger version of the suitcase lying on a trolley, about to be loaded into the cargo hold of a plane.
She turns to the other suitcases and rollaboards, along with a single stroller and a pair of skis. "This is our chance. If we don't go while that guy is playing Pokémon Go, we'll never be free."
The other pieces of luggage hesitate. Our hero has had it. She makes a break all by herself.
From the perspective of a human casually glancing out a concourse window, it looks like this: