Fera took the camera and burst out laughing. Bubba's tongue was hanging out as he chased after the car, and his hands were extended toward the windshield. There was also one of Orr diving onto the dashboard, and falling off the other side.
Orr glanced over his shoulder and let out an indignant, "Hey!" when he saw the photograph of his mistake. But when the sign for a burger joint popped up on his left, he pointed and told Bubba to hit the breaks. "Let's just stop now," he advised.
Bubba grinned and pulled back over. "That's what I'm talking about. Are we going tracking now?"
Cyrpess looked eagerly at Orr. "Are we going to go anead and start documenting? Are we beginning?"
"We're tracking hamburgers," Orr said decisively. "There's a Burger Joint to our left."
Fera continued to laugh at the pictures. It was the most fun she'd had in years.
Bubba's and Cypress' shoulders sagged for a moment before perking back up. "Food!" They raced each other of of the door and to the diner.
Fera laughed. "Food, it is," and she joined them at the Burger restaraunt.
Orr led them to a large table where they would be able to fit four plates of food--- and fries.
"I want a tripple-cheese-bacon-burger," Bubba announced after grabbing a menu.
Cypress laughed. "Do you want to have a heart attack before you see Bigfoot?"
Bubba shook his head. "I'd sooner die eating a salad. If I don't have any protien I'd die and I need the dairy to make me extra strong."
"Is that so?"
"I want a ranch burger," Orr announced as Fera made a face.
"Ranch is disgusting," she stated. "I'll have chili pepper fries and fish sticks." Orr raised an eyebrow.
"I want a big peice of peach cobbler, some potato soup, and the special: fried catfish and hushpuppies." Cypress licked her lips, but stopped at everyone's stares. "What?"
"And here I thought you wer on of those dietin' types," Bubba shook his head with a smirk. "
"Cypress stuck her tounge out. "I can eat you under the table any day, Bubba."
Fera looked at Bubba and Orr. "Now that you're not driving, will you tell us where we're going?"
Orr grinned. "Not yet."
"Oh, come on," Fera nagged. "Tell us." But Orr just shook his head.
Bubba shook his head at Fera, "No use, girl. Once he desides something he won't do otherwise. He's like a dog with a bone."
Cypress nodded. "It's true."
"Well, he should tell us," Fera amended. "Besides, I have the map." She held up the atlas. "For just this reason."
Orr stared blankly at the map. He knew where they were going without it, because he knew the place like the back of his hand.
"Map shmap," Bubba waved her off. "Orr ain't ever used a map in his life! He knows the woods like his back yard."
Cypress took a her video camera and began to tape incase something interesting happened.
"Unfortunatey for you," Orr said pointedly to Fera, "Your map is useless."
Fera ignored his words, instead turning toward the waiter with their food on a tray.
Bubba grabbed the food and passed the plates aroudn before taking a huge mouth-watering bite out of his burger. He groaned with pleasure and took another big bite.
Cypress put her camera long enough to take a bite before turning the camera on Orr, "Orr, tell us exactly what we are trying to accomplish."
"We are trying," he explained through a mouthful of burger, "To catch a Bigfoot on tape, or on thermal camera, or something like that, to see one ourselves, and to prove to the rest of the world that they exist."
Fera narrowed one eye. "How exactly are we going to do that?" She pointed a fry at him, "and where are we going to do that?"
Cypress zoomed in on Orr. Making sure everyone got a good look.
Bubba ignored them all as he took another mouth watering bite from his burger and took a swig of his lemonaid.
Orr stuttered in front of the camera. "Um... we are going to go into the woods," he said grandly, "and we are going to draw them to us." He put his hand over the camera. "More details when we get there."
Fera raised her glasses. "When we get where?"
But Orr was not going to give up the suspense so easily. "There," he answered with finality.
Cypress pulled her camera away from Orr's hand and pointed it at the map.
Bubba didn't care where they wer going as long as Orr knew how to instruct him to get there, so he snuck a bite of Cypress's meal while she was occupied.
Fera slapped Orr's hand. "Let people eat their own food," she scolded.
Orr glanced over to them. He appeared to be entranced in the world of catching a sasquatch, and pondering was important to him. It would help him determine where the best squatching grounds were.
Cypress grabbed one of Bubba's fries in revenge. And turned back to Orr, "Why is this spot so good for hunting Bigfoot on?"
Bubba wrinkled his nose at Fera and then took another bite of his burger, "I was just making sure it wasn't poisioned or anything."