Brainley is standing next to a closed suitcase. There is a hatstand and a mustache and monocle display case in the background, with a bowler hat and a top hat on the stand.

Brainley: I hate packing for trips. that's why I invented this self-packing suitcase.

The suitcase opens and sprouts arms. The left arm grabs the top hat.

We can no longer see either hat. The suitcase has now picked up the hatstand and the display case themselves.

Finally, all that is left is a nail left in the wall where the display used to be, and the suitcase, which is closed again but now severely overstuffed. Brainley is no longer visible.

Brainley (from inside suitcase): Okay, let's go!