Here we are comin' up on Uncle Zackery's place.  Better give the secret password to let him know it's kinfold comin' to visit. 

Hooty who!  Hooty who!

If you don't give the secret password, you're liable to have a phew shots fired at ya as a warnin'.  Notice the skull hangin' on the front porch?  That means he is catfishin'.  Or, I hope he is out makin' a fresh batch of his receipe for the Beecher Satuday night wing ding.  People come from all over.  It's like watchin' hogs come to the trough.  The Beecher Boys & Girls will be kickin'up thar heels and strummin' out some of them thar bluegrass tunes.

Well, best be movin' on.  Uncle Zachery might come back and think the revenuer's are here.  We'll come back and pay a little visit later.

Ayuh.  You all come back now ya hear!