A nice long constitutional will help you build up your leg muscles and shed some weight in anticipation of all the Halloween candy you'll be putting away once you get your hands on that treasure. It shouldn't take too long, either. After all, Georgia isn't a really large state, right? Columbus has to be pretty close to Macon, right?

Wrong, stupid. Macon is unbelievably far from good ol' Columbus, and those ratty shoes of yours aren't going to cut it, walking the distance on a long stretch of highway. You decide that perhaps the fastest way to get to the city isn't to follow the road, but rather to just make a beeline for Macon. You thumb your nose at the road and start marching your way through the forest.

No one in their right mind goes through a forest in the south. That's just asking for trouble. Not you, though. Today, you're Johnny Daring, asking for trouble and thanking trouble when it shows up at your doorstep with a Jell-O mold, and then telling trouble that you like Jell-O, and you don't like Jell-O; you're just trying not to hurt trouble's feelings. No, let's just trounce through the forest all willy-nilly like an idiot.

Well guess what: you run into a family of hillbillies, complete with the ugly kid playing the banjo (you know the one I'm talking about). Now I know what you're thinking: oh boy, another wrong answer choice that ends in male rape. Well you're wrong. This one ends with necrophilia.

NOW LET'S JUST SEE YOU DROP THEM PANTS AND START OVER!