This one's from The Great Santa Claus Chase, which almost (but not quite) felt like sacrilege.
Bo always went too far. It wasn't the most brilliant plan Luke ever had, hardly worth doing, honestly. But carried out right it could have worked. Didn't because Bo had to go and push too hard, trying to make his voice sound as deep and menacing as Luke's (and that was just another one of those pointless struggles, like trying to get chores to do themselves). He couldn't pull off fearsome so he went straight on to blunt, telling Boss to clear the good name of Duke. Sounded just like himself when he did it, not even a little bit ghostly, despite the bottle under his lip. For all that he liked to give directives, Bo couldn't follow a single one, not about exactly how to hold the bottle, and certainly not about the limits of what he was supposed to say. Bo always had to go too far, and no doubt that was what left J.D. conscious enough to recognize Cooter's voice when it came over the airwaves. Probably wouldn't have made any sense to a sleeping man that was getting his conscience prodded instead of told exactly what to do.
The whole yuletide mess could probably be blamed on how far Bo always had to go, hopping out of the truck in that coat the color of cow pies that gave him all the attractiveness of a kidney bean, and running right up to that suspicious sack in the middle of the road, pulling it open. Shoot, it wasn't but common sense to assess the situation before walking face-first into a gun. But Bo didn't have any need for common sense, not when he could go too far.
Like delivering the trees. They were supposed to be Santa Claus, not Dukes in red and white suits. Drop off the tree, get the attention of the family, say Merry Christmas and be on your way, those had been the very simple instructions. But Bo couldn't leave it at that, had to practically announce to the world who he really was through fa-la-la's and other unfortunate utterances. (Okay, Luke might have whistled a bit on his rounds, but that wasn't the same as giggling like an overgrown schoolgirl.)
Like back home, trimming the tree, the boy took a frustratingly long-armed approach to that. I can put an ornament way up here, can you? Didn't think so. All while singing twice as loud as anyone else in the room.
Bo always went too far, and it shouldn't have been a surprise, really, when he gave in to Daisy's goading and kissed Luke under the mistletoe. Grabbed him with all kinds of glee and confidence, and just planted one on him. Went too far – and Luke hated, absolutely abhorred – that he was wishing Bo had gone further.