Everyone sat at a booth in the restaurant, hoping to have a peaceful meal and, with any luck, convince Tennessee to come back to Country Bear Hall with them.

"Come on, Tennessee", Henry said. "What have you got to lose? If you want to continue to be a counselor, why don't you take it on the road with us."

"That would be cool", Vivian nodded. "A traveling marriage counselor. Book your appointments ahead of time."

"I'm sorry, guys", Tennessee shook his head. "I just can't play the thang. Not without Trixie there."

"Why'd she break up with you?" Beary asked.

He couldn't understand why the hottest couple, Tennessee and Trixie ended their relationship just like that. He, along with everyone else thought the two of them would marry and start a family.

"Was it that sweater you're wearing?" Zeb asked trying to jab at the bear for his sense of fashion.

Everyone had to admit, that sweater really was ugly. Dark purple, almost black with multicolored stripes. Tennessee may have been a heartthrob to she-bears, but he had no sense of fashion.

"Took off with some rich, millionaire real estate guy", he answered. "A panda!"

"What's with the pandas?" Fred grumbled. "They get everything."

"You're telling me."

Vivian looked at them skeptically. Trixie had never mentioned anything about another boyfriend as far as she knew. Was that story made up, or was Trixie lying?

"You sure it wasn't that sweater?" Zeb asked, not letting go of the sweater issue.

"If I knew where she was, I'd be there in a second", Tennessee said, confirming his undying love for Trixie. "Oh, but even if I could play, who'd come? Nobody cares about the Country Bears no more. Nobody even knows who we are."

Before anyone could give an argument, their waitress came to the table with their menus in hand.

"Hey, how's everybody doing?" she asked bored before looking up. "Oh, my gosh…you're the Country Bears…"

"You know who we are?" Tennessee asked surprised.

"Sure!" the waitress said. "You inspired me to go after my dream and become a famous singer."

"Did you make it?" Fred asked happy to meet a fan.

Zeb rolled his eyes and shook his head. He knew Fred was slow, but he didn't know he was oblivious to the complete obvious.

"Yeah Fred, she made it", he shot back. "She just works here for the free uniform."

The large bear growled, bearing his teeth. He wasn't stupid like everyone treated him to be. Zeb looked at the waitress, realizing he might've crushed her self-esteem.

"Sorry, no offense."

"None taken", the waitress said with a smile. "I'm still working on it. I even do one of your songs, Kick It Into Gear."

Everyone began laughing. That was one of their earliest songs, not one they were particularly proud of.

"That old thing?" Zeb asked laughing.

"Blow the dust off that one", Fred added.

"Well, I kind of got my own arrangement", she said and gave an example of the song.

The bears looked at her impressed. She wasn't half bad. Everyone else in the diner obviously thought the same as they turned their attention to her.

"Hey, come on!" one of the cooks yelled. "Sing it, come on!"

The restaurant turned their attention to them as they started tapping against items, almost making it sound like music.

When your grip keeps slippin' and your clutch is gone
You're tired spinning your wheels on your brains front lawn

The waitresses joined in singing. Getting onto the counter, the waitress gained everyone's attention.

Well keep your asphalt under sunny side up
A gas credit card and a giant coffee cup
The rest of your life is gonna find you here
Get up on the highway and kick it into gear

The waitresses got on top of the booths as they continued singing and dancing, making more spectacles of themselves.

Kick it into gear, kick it into gear
That's the only way you're gonna get on out of here
Kick it into gear, kick it into gear
Sometimes you just got to kick it into gear

"Hey, I kind of like this song!" Fred smiled.

The other bears laughed and nodded in agreement. They were having a lot of fun.

Had some money for a turbo drive
Well it ain't the destination
It's the ride, ride, ride

Everyone watched as the customers began moving the booths around, creating a platform for her. Vivian smiled and got out of the booth. She did not need to get sick at this time and ruin the fun. She took a seat next to Roadie and watched the rest of the costumers begin to dance.

Put the heavy to the metal and grab onto the road
I hear your motor runnin', it's about to explode
Still be waitin' this time next year
Head on down the highway and kick it into gear

Vivian was glad that she got out of the booth. Now the customers were taking all the booths and spinning them around on the floor. If she had stayed, she would've gotten sick for sure.

Kick it into gear, kick it into gear
That's the only way you're gonna get on out of here
Kick it into gear, kick it into gear
Sometimes you just got to kick it into gear

By this time, almost everyone in the diner had joined in the dancing. Vivian giggled putting her hand on her belly. The baby continued moving around, almost as if it were trying to dance too.

Kick it into gear, kick it into gear
That's the only way you're gonna get on out of here
Kick it into gear, kick it into gear

The bears had all gotten up and started dancing. This had to have been the most fun any of them had in a long, long time.

So if you want to yeah!

The diners grabbed onto the booths and spun them around the restaurant again. This time they put the booths back to the way they were, beginning to wind down.

Kick it into gear, kick it into gear
That's the only way you're gonna get on out of here
Kick it into gear, kick it into gear
Sometimes you just got to kick it into gear

Everyone sat back down at their tables and picked up their menus, going back to their own business.

"Order up!" the chef called out, bringing everyone back to reality.