"Pippin! I... Pimpernel? Pervinca? I never thought I'd catch you two in here as well!"
Three guilty little hobbits filed out of Bilbo's pantry, faces sticky with honey.
Bilbo peeked in again and spotted a curly head behind the apple barrel. "I see you there, too, young Merry! Out with you!"
Another small hobbit scurried out. Bilbo shook his head, surveying the damage. The honeypot open and slathered in drips and smears, apple cores dotting the floor... He huffed. "Frodo!" he called. If Frodo was going to let his young cousins run wild, he could come clean up their messes!