The last resupply down in Tennessee happened to be Hampton. Their experience in this town began when they picked up an "awesome hitch" (meaning they hitch hiked into town) from a great guy named Dan who had a fantastic southern accent. Hansel and Gretel climbed into Dan's car and they took off down the road. They learned that Dan is a dairy farmer and raises cows. About five minutes into the drive, Dan pulled over and said in his heavy southern drawl,
"Aww darn. I'm bein' stupid. Y'all wanted to go to Hampton. That's the uther di-rection!"
A quick U-turn and they were back on track. Dan asked Hansel and Gretel where they were from and was shocked to learn that they had grown up in New Jersey. He was expecting at least some hint of a Jersey accent. He said,
"I mean, I know I speak hill-billy. Y'all got no accent!"
When they reached Hampton, Dan bid Hansel and Gretel goodbye. He gave them his card and asked if they would call him sometime with an update on how they were doing. He was even so kind as to see if they needed any money. Hansel and Gretel assured him they had enough, thanked him for his kind help, and headed for the town McDonalds where they ate plenty of satisfying junk food (McGriddle sandwich, delicious cinnamon roll things, and McFlurries).