Lois had been on the lookout for the scarecrow but after awhile without seeing him, she'd stopped looking. There was nothing but rows and rows of corn as far as the eye could see.

The day seemed to drag on forever, but it wasn't long before she came to a fork in the yellow brick road and she was confused about which way to go.

"Which way am I supposed to go now?" she wondered out loud.

"You can go that way," came a female voice, "or you can go that way."

Lois looked up and sure enough the voice belonged to Chloe. Her now straw-filled arms were crisscrossed in both directions.

It surprised her. If anybody was going to be the dumb hayseed associated with a farm, she thought sure it'd be Clark. She'd actually been expecting to see Clark. There was no accounting for the choices the dream-making part of her mind came up with. Chloe was the smartest person she knew, although that was kind of the point of the story. Whatever they thought they lacked, they'd had all along. Plus, she was yearning for some company other than a dog's and she'd take Chloe's company over Clark's any day of the week.

"It depends on where you want to go," Chloe said.

"Emerald City. The wizard is supposed to send me home."

"The wizard? Do you think he could give me a brain?"

Lois smirked and was about to give a snide comeback but the look on her cousin's face right now was so naïve and simple that she felt some pity. She probably didn't have much of a brain in that straw-stuffed head she now owned.

"You see," Chloe said before Lois could reply, "I'm supposed to be a scarecrow, but I can't even do that right. My imitation of being a man, or a woman in this case, is supposed to scare the crows away from the corn, but they just laugh at me and perch on my shoulder."

"Then sock them one," Lois said.

"I never thought of that. See I haven't got a brain. Do you mind doing me a favor?"

"What favor?"

"It's a tad uncomfortable being nailed to this pole."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Lois asked.

She climbed up the pole and tugged where the nail was attached to Chloe's shirt. Chloe slid right down to the ground.

"Well, if we're done here. I'd really like to move on through this dream," Lois told her.

"Is this your dream?" Chloe asked.

"I believe so," Lois said.

"Fascinating. Well, I have to do a musical number before we move on."

"Says who?"

"Says you, I guess. It's your dream and I have the irrepressible urge to break into song."

"You already told me you don't have a brain. I don't need to hear it set to music. Now please, let's just go."

Chloe was compliant and Lois was thankful. Her cousin hadn't been blessed with the greatest voice. Karaoke nights were proof of that. Granted hers wasn't great either, but she wasn't trying to sing.

"Wait shouldn't we at least sing 'We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of oz, because, because, because of all the wonderful things he does.'"

Chloe had just sung. If looks could kill, Chloe the scarecrow wouldn't have made it to see the wizard.

"If I ever hear you sing in this dream again, regardless of blood ties, straw ties, whatever, I will toss you a couple of lit matches. Are we clear?"

Chloe nodded. She didn't need a brain to figure out Lois was serious.