I know this is probably pretty lame, but I had this idea and just HAD to share it with y'all!

ChApTeR TwO

Clark burst through the doors of Lex's mansion and went into the living space without knocking. In front of him was Lex talking to Chloe. They both looked up startled and Clark wondered what they were talking about, but not for long because he had more important things on his mind.

"What's wrong Clark?" Lex got up and Chloe joined him.

"It's Lana. She's been kidnapped." Clark announced. Worry creased Chloe's face.

"Did you ever think calling the police was better then coming here?" Lex raised an eyebrow.

"She managed to call me. She told me not to tell anyone else cause they're willing to take desperate measures." Okay, so he made that part up, but he needed help since he couldn't use his powers and Lex was his best bet.

"Well, what are we waiting for! Where is she?" Lex headed for the door.

"In Metropolis. An all girls club." Clark coughed and looked to the floor.

"How are you supposed to get in? I mean, sure you have Lex but it's all girl. I doubt they'd even let him in!" Chloe pointed out.

"So what are we going to do?" Lex gently placed his hands in his pockets and scanned his two friend's faces.

"I don't know. I thought maybe you had an idea."

"Well, I would help but I'm not really "save the kidnapped" type of person despite the fact I'm a girl. So unless you have some clever disguise. . . " Chloe trailed off at the end and smiled at Clark, trying desperately hard not to laugh.

Clark seemed to catch on after awhile and his mouth opened slightly in shock and he dropped his coat on the floor. Lex on the other hand, had no idea what was going on. Yet.

"What? What's the matter?" Lex questioned them. They both faced him, Chloe still trying not to laugh and Clark biting his lip looking very worried.

Lex finally realized what the plan was.

"Oh no. No way!" Lex began to back away.

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Lana sat tied to a chair in a damp room. A tall blonde walked up to her and laughed.

"There's no way your friend can get in. Last time I heard, he wasn't a women!" she bent down so she was face to face with Lana. Lana spit in her face. The blonde slapped her.

"They'll find a way to save me. I don't even know why you want me!"

"Because. You have special connections to Clark. He has something I want. Simple as that."

"Well, they'll find a way in somehow. They better . . ."

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Neon sparkling lights danced in different colors above the club door. It was pretty small but not inconspicuous.

I mean the damn club's called the "PussyFoot", come on!

Anyway, four pairs of legs made their way to the door. They paused just outside. Both took a deep breath in and out.

"Let's just get this over with huh, Lex?"

"Let's just do this." They pushed the doors open and standing there in the doorway were Clark and Lex dressed as women.

Lex was much more convincing than Clark, as he was of a smaller figure. Lex was wearing a curly, red hair wig (think of short and curly like Shirley Temple). He had chosen a short pink dress with thick straps and very uncomfortable high heeled shoes. In his hands he clutched a cherry red handbag.

Clark had on a long dark brown wig. His dress was longer than Lex's and it was blue and sparkly. A matching blue shawl was draped over his shoulders to hide his muscled arms and he was in flat footed shoes for his feet were too big for heels.

Both had makeup done by Chloe the best she could because she kept laughing as she was applying it. The two men surveyed the room full of women. The only men occupying the room were the waiters.

"And why couldn't we pretend we were waiters?" Lex whispered angrily to Clark.

"I don't know but shush, someone's coming." Clark was right as he pointed to a waiter approaching the pair.

"Welcome ladies, please come in." He placed his hand on the small of Lex's back and pushed him along. Lex cringed. Clark laughed.

"Well at least there's no one here we know. . ." Clark looked around at the other women some drinking, some playing games and others sitting and talking.

"Oh crap." Clark heard his best friend whisper.

"What?" and Clark followed Lex's shaking finger to a corner where a group of men were standing and talking.

And right in the middle was no one other than Lionel Luthor.

They had a problem.

Well, did it get funnier? I don't think anyone's used this idea yet, huh?