This one's more subtle, more about love than anything else. It takes advantage of the fact that in Shine on Hazzard Moon, even as the plot's building around them, the Dukes have no idea what's happening. Cletus and Rosco turn around and leave the boys, mid-chase. Jesse comes back home from his own wild goose chase. Clearly things are happening, but Jesse sends the boys off to mend a fence anyway.
Bo's world has never much extended beyond the confines of his own body. It's equal amounts annoying and amusing how the man reckons that nothing of any real importance could possibly take place outside the range of his six-and-a-half foot arm span.
"What could be more pressing than us?" Delivered with utter disbelief. Rosco and Cletus have stopped chasing them, and Bo's heart's nearly broken in two about it. It's the kind of thing that brings out an inexplicable impulse in Luke to comfort his oversized toddler of a cousin. He settles on laughing instead.
"I'm pretty sure we're gonna know eventually. Just…" He doesn't have to finish that sentence, merely point down the road, and Bo knows. Drive, already. Home, because there's no sheriff saying we shouldn't.
Like magic, cookies cure the blues that are plaguing Bo, and are the result of another unaccountable urge on Luke's part to make things right in his cousin's world. Milk is another major ingredient in the cake of contentment Luke's trying to bake for Bo. The only thing missing is Aunt Lavinia's arms wrapping around those shoulders (though they've grown so wide since their aunt passed that Luke's not sure she'd have enough arm to get herself around them anymore) and reminding Bo that he's loved, even if Rosco doesn't deem him worthy of chasing today.
Could be that's why Bo goes through girls like most men go through underwear, because there's the hope that each one might just hold him safe and secure from ever recognizing a world bigger than himself. But there's never been a one that could do it, or even wanted to. Diane must have seemed like the woman who could make the world spin around Bo, but after a day or so, even Bo finally worked out how it was him that was doing the spinning.
Thing is, Bo's got almost everything he needs. There's the milk, the cookies, and the way Luke never lets his own world stray further than the periphery of Bo's reach. The only thing Luke's ever denied him is those arms around him, that promise of love.
Jesse interrupts their happy little snack (that's turned sedate) to remind his boys that if Rosco's not currently framing them, there are things they could be doing. Like fixing that gate down by the creek. Meanwhile Jesse's got his own activities to attend to – an afternoon spent rubbing Maudine down. Seems like Jesse's picked his own way of compensating for the loss of Aunt Lavinia's warmth.
And maybe it's not so bad to give in and do whatever it takes to fill that void. Could be worse – Daisy's got a magnet for all the wrong guys, Jesse's resigned to a mule. Bo might be lazy and a touch goofy but—
"Come on, Luke," Bo calls, slinging an arm around Luke and pulling him close. "Let's get on down there." To the creek where Bo's as like as not to take a nap.
But he's better than the alternatives. Luke wraps his own arm around Bo's waist and nods them off toward the south.