Feeling a little hungry and slightly deflated after driving for so long, Henry decided it was best for his family to stop at a restaurant coming into view along the heated horizon. The rest of the family agreed, their bodies squeaking happily from their fidgeting.
The sign came into view, reading 'The Squeaky Vixen' In any other situation, the name would have come off as strange, fetish-like or both, but to the new Eversons, it sounded like a delightful family diner. Nobody even considered that it indeed had a different name before the magical heat wave struck the area.
Pulling into the driveway, there was surprising amount of cars parked in front of the diner, even considering that it was summer break. Stranger still, every vehicle lacked any luggage at all, even dirt and grime most cars accumulate. In fact, they all appeared to have been rubbed down from the inside! ...of course, all of it went unnoticed by the family as they moved their squeaky bodies to the entrance.
Entering inside, it was clear why the diner and even the cars were in such a state: all the inhabitants, from the diner staff to the patrons, were multicolor anthro latex foxes, just like the Eversons. Like the Eversons, everyone was completely oblivious to the rubbery vulpine changes that befell them on the road.
Of course, since everything was normal in the eyes of... well, everyone, the Eversons moved to a booth, struggling a bit as their latex bodies squeaked loudly against the vinyl covered seats. Eventually, all four of the naked latex foxes were happily sitting, squeaking their bodies together in delight. Their waitress came by quickly, revealing herself to be a pink anthro latex fox, wearing an apron made out of tissue paper and her name 'Debbie' written in black marker over her breast.
"Welcome to the Squeaky Vixen! What would you like today?" She said with a big, goofy smile and a squeak from her body movements.