Sleepy finished reloading with only two bullets lost due to the movement of the car. Thinking fast, he opened his door and rolled out of the car- or, at the very least, he attempted to. His door collided with dull thud, followed by a high-pitched yelp. He stopped, opening the door a little slower this time. Apparently, there'd been a dog that had attempted to run towards the car wreck, only to be met by a good ol' DeSoto Doorslam. 

Briefly, he wondered why the dog was there, and also if the dent it left would buff out. Driving around with a dent shaped like a dog head would just be weird. What the hell was it even doing here, anyway?

Paying it no more mind, he shoved the unconscious- or possibly just stunned, he couldn't really tell- dog off to the side and approached the vehicle. Wrenching off the door, he peered inside to find five dazed crooks, faces covered in bandanas and ski masks. 

"Ey, looks like ya got 'em, Eddie! Say, we still got dat rope in da backseat?", Sleepy hauled one of the suspects out onto the asphalt, "I'll pull dese bastards out if ya wanna get 'em tied down, yeah?"