"Hello Brock." Liz said with a smile as she gave Reba a look.
"Mom, I need to talk with you." Brock said looking straight at Reba as he said it.
"About what, Dear?" Liz asked.
"Can we go into the kitchen first?" Brock said leading her to the other room.
"Oh, no you don't." Reba said grabbing his arm before he could leave.
"What?"
"I just want to make sure we are on the same page here. I know you love Barbra Jean, but whack-o over there doesn't seem to get the picture. You have to watch what you say around her 'cause she's good. Very good." Reba said pointing towards the kitchen.
"But Reba.." Brock started.
"No, the only butt around here is you!"
"Brock, Honey, are you coming?" Liz called.
"Yes, Mom." Brock said turning to go into the kitchen.
"What is it you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh, you know what I want to talk about." Brock said.
"Is this about Barbra Joe?"
"Yes it is about Barbra Jean and it is about Reba." Brock said stressing Barbra Jean's name hoping his mother would finally get it right.
"What about Reba?"
"I know what you told her."
"Well, I was only trying to help out." Liz said making an innocent face.
"How? By ruining the friendship I have with Reba?"
"Honey, you know you want to be more than friends with her. I just want to see you happy."
"So what if I do? Reba doesn't feel the same way. I was a butt to her." Brock said mocking Reba's earlier words.
"Well, show her what she means to you, dang it! Prove to her that Barbra Elmo was a mistake!" Liz said before storming into the living room.
--Back at Barbra Jean and Brock's House--
Brock walked in the backdoor to find Barbra Jean hiding behind the counter. "What are you doing?"
"Is she there?" Barbra Jean asked peeking up from behind the counter.
"Who?" Brock asked as he hung up his jacket.
"Cruella de Vil." She said referring to Liz as she stood up. She saw a look on Brock's face that she knew all-too-well was worry. "What's wrong, Brock?"
"I'm just tired."
"You always say that when you don't want to talk."
"It's nothing, Honey, really. I just had a long day at work." Brock said placing his hands on her shoulders so that she was facing him.
"Oh, alright. Do you want anything to eat?"
"No, I think I'm just going to go to bed." Brock said planting a small kiss on her forehead before turning to leave.
--Reba's House--
"Reba?" Barbra Jean called as she barged in her front door.
"What now?" Reba asked annoyed as she laid on her couch thinking about earlier today.
"I need to talk to you. This is serious." Barbra Jean said lifting Reba's feet so she could sit there.
"Barbra Jean, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't care about your Beanie Babies getting a divorce." Reba said sitting up as she rolled her eyes.
"It's not about the Beanie Babies." Barbra Jean said her brows furrowing. "But at least you could try to consider the fact the Mr. Pinky Winky and Miss Fuzzykin have been together for over three years." She said giving Reba a small glare.
Reba rolled her eyes and sighed at Barbra Jean's childish obsession. "What is it?"
"I think Brock is having an affair." She blurted out.
"What? Why would you think that?" Reba asked slightly chuckling at Barbra Jean's crazy response.
"Well, he never wants to talk anymore and he always comes home late." Barbra Jean said turning to face Reba. "And we haven't had any hanky panky in.."
"Whoa! Hold it! I don't want to hear about your guys' 'hanky panky'." Reba said holding her hand in the air to stop Barbra Jean from continuing her statement while she made a disgusted face.
"Oh Reba, I don't know what to do."
"Well, go over there and tell him how you are feeling. You guys can work things out at your house." Reba said closing her eyes hoping Barbra Jean would leave.
"What if I don't want to work it out?" Barbra Jean asked after a short silence.
"What? Of course you want to work it out. You love Brock" Reba said looking at Barbra Jean in the eyes.
"I love him as a friend. I'm not in love with him anymore, Reba. He doesn't want to have anymore kids because he has four, but I only have one. I need someone younger than Brock because I'm bored with him."
"Well if you take him back to Mens 'R Us I'm sure you'll find a more vivacious married man." Reba said sarcastically.
"Reba, I'm serious. I don't love Brock anymore." Barbra Jean said turning her head to see Reba's reaction.
"This is silly. Go home and talk to him." Reba said pushing Barbra Jean out of the door. When she closed it, Reba leaned against the door frame and closed her eyes.
--Barbra Jean's and Brock's house--
Barbra Jean crept up the stairs to her bedroom where Brock was resting. She quietly opened the door and tiptoed into the darkness over to the side of his bed.
"Brock?" She said as she gently shook him awake.
"What is it, Barbra Jean?" Brock asked propping himself up on his elbow.
"We need to talk."