"Zip it or I'll rip your tongue out!" Reba said trying not to yell. "Ok you two, quit fighting, or you'll regret it." Brock said.
"Shut up!" Van and Reba yelled and they hunched in their seats as everyone looked at them. "Look what you did Big mouth!" Van said.
"All right." Brock said. Brock picked Reba up and slammed her next to him, leaving everyone that was watching speechless, including Reba.
Two giggles came from the stage while the two girls kept staring at the blonde haired man and redheaded woman stare at one another, not blicking or nothing.
"Ok you two, red won." someone said. Reba andBrock looked up at the stage and a brunnete and a blonde waved at them and snickered.
"Ok, well the brunnette beside me is Jennifer and I'm Ashley Foxworthy, we're in no relation to Mr. Jeff Foxworthy and we're cousins by the way." Ashley said.
"What am I an idiot? Don't answer that." Jennifer said as her cousin almost answered her question. "Well, first off, I wanna know who those two are." Ashley said pointing her guitar at Reba.
"Well, this is Reba the rotten and this is Brock the Booger." Van said and he got slapped twice.
"Well, what's the deal with them?" Jennifer asked. "Well, they're divorced and they enjoy fighting." Cheyenne said.
"Well, that's not good, well I bet, you two could end up amazing each other with a delicious surprise, what you all think?" Ashley asked the crowd.
The crowd yelled and Jennifer pulled Brock and Reba to their feet. "Come on, we'll make you two be happy!" Jennifer said almost throwing them together.
Reba tripped and Brock caught her and they were at least two inches apart. "See, we either make people happy, or cause trouble." Ashley said smiling.
"Ha ha." Reba scoffed. "Come on, with the song we promised here's Delicious Surprise." Ashley said as she sang the first verse.
If I won me the lottery
I'd dance naked in the street
With a top hat full of money
And you'd wanna get to know me
If I won me the lottery
And if I was a movie star
I'd sip honey from a pickle jar
In the back of my limousine
They'd call me an icon
And I'd be lookin' back at you
From the cover of the people magazine
I guess it's all for the takin'
I guess it's all yours and mine
My sister says I got to see it and believe it
I believe it
I believe it
But I'm just an outsider
I'm livin' in a trailor with a black and white tv set
If only I was president, yah
You know I'd paint the white house pink
And never have to pay the rent
If only I was president I guess it's all there for the takin'
I think it's all yours and mine
My preacher says I've got to see it and believe it
I believe
I won't sleep 'til I've had enough
I believe
I won't sip my wine from no paper cup
I believe
I won't sleep 'til I've had enough
Until I've had enough
Delicious surprise
Now I do believe
Now it's there all the time
Inside I knew it all the time
Got me somethin' to believe in
But all I really want now is
A handful of salvation
I believe
I won't sleep 'til I've had enough
I believe
Won't sip my wine from no paper cup
I believe
Won't sleep 'til I've had enough Until I've had enough
I believe
I won't sleep 'til I've had enough
I believe
Won't sip my wine from no paper cup
I believe
Won't sleep 'til I've had enough
Until I've had enough
I believe
I won't sleep 'til I've had enough
I believe
Won't sip my wine from no paper cup
I believe
Won't sleep 'til I've had enough
Until I've had enough