I would get a cup and scoop up my goldfish, roll my hedgehog down the stairs, and drop my rat cage into the bushes, then grab my box 'o happiness from the closet and be off. Or die trying.

Seriously. The first time the fire alarm went off at my last apartment I was almost freaking out 'cause I had to get my goldfish. I probably would've freaked at least a little if I was sure there was really a fire. Stupid freshmen.