Greetings folks,
I have yet another insane idea and felt it would be best to submit it to the general public.
"We're twenty-nine leagues from London-town, we've a full team of horses, half a pint of laudanum, the night is dark and our lanterns are snuffed."
"We'd best scarper!"
I'm imagining a massive, carriage chase down the streets of London. Maybe through Whitechapel. Slatterns scattering like skittles.
The only problem, of course is the music. But I'm certain there's a substitution to be made.