A picture paints … well, as many words as you like.  For instance:

“So this is the getaway car?”  Jack had come up with some crazy ideas in the past, but this was bordering on the best so far.

“It’s part of a diabolical plan.  Who would suspect anyone dressed in tourist gear going for a tram ride, after pulling a heist?”

I thought about it for a minute, trying to find the list of negatives, but there were none.

“He’s come up with worse,” Al muttered, “Like that time in Stuttgart.”

A bus, whose route ended at a police station.  We were lucky it was a terminus and so much rush hour confusion.

“Where does it go?” I asked.

“Haven’t got that far.”

I shook my head.  As usual, he hadn’t thought it through.  “Then find out and then tell me what the plan is.”