Before we could actually go out and get a jeep, we had to wake up Eddie. His and Hopper's tent was just in front of mine and Bucky's. We all ducked inside. There seemed to be some debate as to what to do. Eddie was, by all accounts, a heavy sleeper. Bucky tried just rocking him a bit, but it didn't really seem to work. Marty had a more unorthodox suggestion:

"Why don't you just bark at him or something?"

"Do foxes even bark? I think that's wolves." Andy wondered out loud.

And before I could even open my mouth to explain anything, Charlie cut in.

"Foxes can bark, growl and howl, much like wolves, but in a higher pitch."

"Right…what he said. Honestly, what is the deal with you and foxes?" I asked.

Charlie just shrugged it off and mumbled something that sounded quite similar to 'I don't know'.

"Well, can you do it then?" Marty still insisted.

"Why do I have to do it? It'd have the same effect as you screaming in his ear!"

"Yeah, but it's a lot funnier if he thinks he's in danger."

"How would a bark make him think he's in danger?"

"I mean, isn't that the noise foxes make when hunting? He's asleep, instinct will probably kick in."

"How the hell would I know? Do I look like I go hunting?"

"Well no… But aren't you a fox?"

"So?"

"Foxes growled while hunting, they didn't bark. Barking would alert the animal to their presence. In prehistoric times, that is, before both rabbits and foxes evolved. As such, insinuating that a fox should know how to hunt simply because their prehistoric counterparts did is not okay. Show some respect." Charlie explained, giving Marty a disapproving look.

Marty responded by getting down on his knees and clearing his throat before continuing:

"Oh, great Lieutenant James Whatever-your-middle-name-is Barkley, I beg of thee: will thou please mimic the behavior of thy ancestors all those years ago for the noble cause of scaring the shit out of our bombardier?" Marty asked with an overly-dramatic tone, maintaining a worried look on his face throughout the whole thing and afterwards. I gotta admit, he was surprisingly good at acting.

"Ugh…fine. But only because you asked so nicely."

"Thank you, oh great one, I am forever in your debt!" Marty all but yelled as he hugged my midsection. Really committed to this act, aren't you?

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I said, prompting him to let go and return to his normal self, smirk and all. "What am I supposed to do again, Charlie?"

"Growl." Charlie replied rather matter-of-factly.

"Right, that."

I crawled inside and stopped next to where Eddie was sleeping. Honestly, the things I do for these guys… Just inches from Eddie's ear, I let out the deepest growl I could, which turned out a lot louder than I expected. The result was less than glamorous as Eddie jumped six feet in the air and hit his head on the lamp that hung from the top of the tent before landing on his ass. I'll admit, it was pretty funny until I actually saw the look on his face. He sat there a while, panting heavily, looking absolutely terrified. I wasn't exactly smiling anymore. His eyes seemed to move back and forth between me and the bunch of rabbits at the 'door'.

"What…the fuck…just happened?" Eddie managed to ask, still panting.

"Sorry about that, was the only way we could get you to wake up." Bucky explained.

"But…what was that? I heard…"

"Growling, yes, it would appear our dear co-pilot was persuaded to revisit some old talents."

"Jimmy… what the fuck?"

"I-I didn't think you'd be that scared, man. I'm sorry." I apologized as best I could. I guess I'll have to make it up to him later. I never thought of myself as the scary type... It's a weird feeling.

"Look, it was all just a little joke. Marty, since it was your idea and you defended it oh-so-admirably, how's about you buy Eddie a nice lunch?" Bucky proposed.

"You can't be serious…" Marty voiced his disbelief

"Well, we can't have bad blood between crewmates, now can we? Oh, and pay for Jimmy's as well, he doesn't seem to have enjoyed the experience all that much either."

"For Jimmy's too? Jeez, I might as well pay for the whole crew!"

"Well, if you insist…"

"Insist on what?"

"You hear that, Andy? Marty's paying for everybody!"

"You do realize I was joking, right?"

"Going back on your word so soon?"

"I'm not going back I'm just-"

"Splendid, then we all agree! Where are we going?"

"I don't know, the mess hall?"

"That could work, but I find that the food there is too 'free' for my taste. How about some place where you actually have to pay for your food?"

"The Hare?"

"The Hare it is then!"

"I could eat, I guess…" Eddie seemed to be feeling somewhat better.