OK, so we have a couple new developments:
1) Greased Pig really thinks he can outsmart all his AAAYYY-LAWGZ so so far he hasn't doxed himself outright like he once did. Since 320 W Danner has a driveway running to the back yard, I find it likely that the Guntatruck will be parked behind the house as to hide it, not only from us but from the repo guys. Dunno how long Pantsu and Rozy will stick around in West Memphis though, so Meigh's car may not be there for very long, or it may get parked in back with the truck.
2) It's likely that Ralph will take all the junk in his former pigsty that he couldn't bring on a plane, load it in the Guntatruck, and hit the road for Arkansas. I'm not sure if Greased Pig could drive for 12 hours straight, given his physical condition. Even healthy people have gotten blood clots and suddenly slumped over fucking dead while driving from trying to drive for a half-day or more straight, only stopping for food, gas, and to use the little pig's room.
After a while Ralph's pants are gonna start "biting" into the bottom of his gunt. Considering the size of the gunt, it could happen in only a few hours. PL: I had this happen to me when I was a lot fatter, and normal sized people have no idea how fucking PAINFUL it is to have the top of your jeans biting into the bottom of your gunt to the point that it leaves deep red creases. After a while you simply HAVE to stop and rest. On top of that, Ralph's spindly legs are gonna start aching and get numb from lack of blood flow.
I'm not sure he could drive from Richmond to West Memphis in one fell swoop, which of course doesn't mean he won't try.