Mac explained his plan to his two cage-mates, trying his best to ignore Ralph while he told the other two about his plan. "Alright, when one of the employees comes to our cage in order to get us, Riley, you're going to shoot out and distract them by running into the other room--ya know, the room they come from--and Molly and I will take that opportunity to leave the cage and then we'll go to the backroom and hopefully find a way out..." His plan wasn't spot-on just yet, but it was good enough for them to at least try out.
"What about the other dogs?" Molly asked, her voice quivering as she couldn't help but be filled up with guilt. "We're just going to leave them here, to suffer?" She noticed Mac's eyes harden and then soften as he let out a long sigh, "Fine, I guess we could try to free them as well..." A part of him knew that that'd cut their chances of escaping in half. However, he knew it'd be unfair to leave the other dogs in here while, or if, they managed to escape.
Riley's brow furrowed, hating that he was the main part of the plan; if he messed up even a little, the whole plan could be ruined and he didn't like the weight of that on his conscience. With a little sigh, he rested his head on his paws, thinking about where he'd run and how he'd escape from the employee long enough to allow the others to get out of their cages and to an area where they could leave the facility itself. "What if I get caught and they kill me or something?!" Riley started to shake, his small fits of anxiety kicked in at once. "You won't," Mac reassured, his ears lowered as he tried to comfort the mutt.