Hot roasting sun beats down on Bob’s back neck. Layers of skin being sizzled and making even the caveman strands of his hair bleach from his normal jet-black hair,

“Ugh,” Bob exclaims, using Tina’s teddy-bear as a fan, “It’s never this hot, usually, sometimes” Bob, leaning against his restaurant outside wall, looking around as he looks at the street. 

Compact housing surrounds both streets with seemingly no traffic - a busy high street with no people, the ground he stands on broken and cracked with many buildings either up for lease or outright abandoned.

Taking out a cigarette, attempting to light it with a match before hearing a shrill laugh come through the seams, “Oh god,” flicking between his left hand and his right, juggling the cigarette and match, bouncing then between for a few seconds as both drop on the floor. Bob covers both with his feet with both his hands behind his back,

,

“B~ob, watcha’ d~oin?” Linda exclaims with an inquisitive look, yet a smile on her face, 

“Oh-er, you know,” Beginning to choke on his own words, filibuster, “Those smells are not right you-know? I’ll tell you now, if they don’t sort that ou-" Linda stops Bob from finishing his sentence as she grabs him and forcefully kisses, Bob resists at first from the stress but is then relieved, closing his eyes.

Bob Opening his eyes sees two angry eyes appearing bold and dilated, “Euk! Bob! You said you’d quit!” Linda obviously tasting the small residue of tobacco on his lips, 

“Awh, com’on Linda, it’s not what you think,” Bob pauses, gesturing towards the street “Okay, it’s exactly what you think but, the restaurant hasn’t been doing well, Tina just hit puberty and I have NO idea how to deal with that, Louise always fighting and Gene.. well his gene,” Looking displaced and defeated, Linda lightens up, relaxing her eyes giving a small peck on Bobs chin ‘mwah’,

“Whatta’bout that new opportunity,” 

“Ugh, are you sure?”

“Yea,,” Linda exclaims, turning to her angry eyes again, “You told me that we’ll be able to finally go on that C~r~u~i~s~e!” Linda begins to burst into song.

“Wait, wait, wait Linda,” Bob looking at her, feeling bad for himself that he can’t give her what she wants, “Okay, we can give it a shot.. But no promises..” 

Both retiring from outside, they head towards the front door - the back of Bobs neck sore and arms chaffed, Linda holds him around the waist as the familiar sound of the bell of the shop door opens. Greeted by their kids, Bob gathers them all for a group hug, “Kids, I’m not great a speeches, and i know you all have friends that you will mis-” Before he can finish Linda jumps in

“We’re goin’to Ha~wai~ii!” instead of the dismayed reaction expected from three kids who’ll be starting a whole new life, new school, new location - they roar with happiness - squeezing closer for a more tight hug,  Gene grabbing Bobs butt and giving it a squeeze, as bob jumps up and looks confused before laughing hugging the group tighter

"Tina stop fighting with Louise, your f~a~mily!" The sound of slapping and high pitch squealing come from Louise, as the low groan of 'Euhhhhhhhh' emits from Tina, 

"Kids, stop it - I don't know what you're fighting about but - yes Tina, you do smell," Bob says in a monotonal voice, reaching for his luggage to put into the compartment, before looking back down,

"I do smell, of pheromones - I have a lot to give," Tina responds, staring blankly,

"Yea-" Bob pausing, squeezing past Gene to sit in next to the window, "I still don't understand why you don't use deodorant - or bathe," 

"Because dad, the aroma's is what attracts a man," Tina says as Bobs face winces,

"Okay i'm done, all you Linda," Bob says as he puts on his eye mask and ear plugs, sitting down in his Economy class plane seat. The darkness turns into a void, as pictures start to float around his head - he see's burgers with eyes and starts to laugh to himself, 'wait, do you think that a doctor see's talking stethoscope? or a therapist see's their patients with googly eyes?' Bob thinks on this as the noise pierces through his silicone ear buds, the image of an animated burger riding a lit ferris wheel with what seems to be his date of fries in a carton slowly dissipates and turns back into darkness - 'He was about to propose..'

As the plane touched down, Bob with heavy-set eyes leads the family from the plane into the terminal, hundreds of people are enveloping his peripheral - crowded chatter echo throughout the large airport.

The nice carpet floor drags on his bags, following him is his family with Linda's hair in a humid mess, with his daughter Louise on his shoulders and Tina with gene on either side of them "Okay gang, things are different - i have to say i've never really travelled, ever so - i heard in a book that culture is like, loud in Chicago,"

"More loud than you dad?" Louise pipes up,

"No, well not me, you" Bob pinches louises dangling legs as they give out a laugh,

"Ohh Bobby, i can't believe it, we're finally going to afford my musical theata' numba'," Linda exclaims, making little arm movements that Bob glances at, a tell-tale sign that she's about to sing, before she can Bob steps in,

"Linda, when we get to our new home, you can sing there - please," 

"Oh'kay Bobby," Linda quietly hums to herself a small tune, she makes little doo's and dee's as they move towards the exit of the airport, this is enough to satiate bob. 

Few hours later

Settling down into their new home a few hours after arriving in Chicago, Bob takes a stroll into the markets, giving passerbys' a friendly nod - but doesn't the same treatment, a man walks up to Bob seemingly out of nowhere, listening to him - he gives out a reply

"Sorry, err - I have a business here in Chicago, Bob's Burgers -" Bob pauses, "You should come by, i mean you don't have to - but I can cook a really good burger."