"What are you wiping on me?" Chloe asks, looking down at her shoulder with a turned up nose.

"I was just wiping some peach juice off of my hand. My fingers were all sticky," Lois confidently reassures Chloe by giving her a pat on the shoulder, hoping she didn't somehow see her shove the bracelet down Clark's pants.

"Well thanks for making me all sticky," Chloe says, backing away from Lois' touch. Clark cracks up laughing at the thought of Lois making Chloe sticky, his outburst begging for Lois to send another power punch into his arm. Instead she opts for threatening him with her pointed finger, seeming to somewhat delight in being able to poke him again. "Watch it there, Doughboy."

"What is with you two today?" Chloe asks, looking at both Lois and Clark with a wrinkled brow.

"Nothing's up with me," Lois says, gesturing with her eyes that the jury was still out on Clark.

Recalling her need to get to the bottom of Clark's bizarre behavior, and preferably away from the scrutinizing eyes of Lois Lane who remained in the dark about Clark's unique freakdom, Chloe walks over to him and softly whispers, "Clark, I think we need to go somewhere and talk."

Clark rolls his eyes, having already seen Chloe wasn't into pursuing the kind of fun he felt like having.

"I'd rather stay and talk to her," he says winking at Lois. "Besides, she actually knows the right words to say."

His verbal slap in the face stung her. Afterall, what is his fascination with girls whose parents only hovered around the L part of the alphabet? Just when she thought he was on the down slope of his obsession with all things Lana Lang, it suddenly was apparent that his eyes were beginning to notice the appeal of one Lois Lane. "There are other letters in the alphabet you know? Lots of them. Cool letters like C, the same one you have in your own name, Chloe lectured Clark in her mind, all the while cursing her parents for not naming her Lauren, or Lara, or Liz, and hating her ancestors for being Sullivans.

"Wait, Lex has a double L name...," Chloe thought. "Okay, I'm not even going to go there," she tells herself, shaking off the bizarre thought that had entered her mind.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about," Lois quips, her long ponytail bouncing as she bobs her head with her words, like a preschooler taunting him on the playground. "I doubt I even speak your native language," she adds, the irony of her own statement lost on her.

He grins, gaining strength from her taunts. "I think I might have something I can talk to Chloe about after all," he says grinning, letting his eyes go down to the lump in his pants created by the box.

Chloe's eyes widen.

"No, I don't think you do," Lois says, threatening to pierce Clark with the daggers from her eyes if he were to expose her secret.

"Oh, I think I do," Clark says, enjoying the taunting of Lois, and the teasing of Chloe way too much. "And I think you had it in your hand just a minute ago," he adds, widening his feet in a confident stance.

"What?" Chloe asks, only to be quickly interrupted by Lois pressing her to the side to get to Clark.

"First of all I didn't just have anything in my hand," Lois says, doing the best to intimidate him by hoisting her small frame up to meet him face to face. "And second of all you don't have anything either of us want. You got that, Smallville?" she adds, her eyes running down him.

Chloe gasps, they couldn't be talking about what she thinks they're talking about. Or could they?

"I can pull it out if you want me to," Clark offers with grin that can't help but make Lois uneasy.

"I think it's fine right where it is," she insists, unable to keep up with her own retorts.

Chloe's hand covers he mouth, and her eyes can't help but be drawn to the lump in Clark's jeans. She never had noticed such a protrusion until now, but it never was a source of conversation before either. Little did she know that the extra package in Clark's pants was a gift for her stashed there by her cousin.

"I think Chloe would really like to see it," Clark grins, batting back Lois' quips as fast as she serves them up.

"See what?" Chloe asks, thinking perhaps Clark was right. If it is what she thinks it is she would be so tempted to take a look. Besides, after all the time she invested in him, most recently with hiding his secret, why should anyone see his hidden gifts but her?

Lois and Clark were too involved in eachother to hear Chloe's questions, or see her jumping up to their eye level.

"I think Chloe has seen enough from you, Pillsbury. Now just keep it where it is," Lois commands.

So she was right. They were talking about the doughboy. Chloe could hardly believe her ears. If she wasn't so preoccupied with her own thoughts of picturing the thing for herself, she might have been ready to snatch Lois' ponytail and pull her to the ground for ever being so bold to try to deny her of seeing it. Just then Clark twisted enough to reveal the chubby little cartoon chef on the back of his shirt. "Oh, that Doughboy," Chloe says, in a way relieved that Lois didn't choose such a humorous nickname for Clark's masculinity.

Clark takes his eyes off of Lois, seeing something in the distance. In a move almost reflex, he grabs Lois by the shoulders, picking her up, moving her to the side, as though she weighed no more than a peach pit. The strength in his large hands astounded her to silence, she was unable to do anything but blink as she felt weak and oddly safe in his hands.

Chloe's keen senses took her to the source of Clark's attention; Mr. and Mrs. Kent just a few yards away, stopped at the cabbage stand.

"Oh no you don't," Lois whispers defiantly. "You're not going anywhere until you give me what you've got."

"If you want it, come get it," Clark enthuses brushing past Lois, dead set on getting away from the only buzz kill more potent than Chloe: his parents.

Worried that her present for Chloe will be lost, Lois charges after him, bumping through the crowd to keep up.

Chloe looks to the Kents, sure that if anyone knew what was the matter with Clark, it would be them. However, to seek their assistance would be to reveal her knowledge of Clark's secrets, a hand she didn't want to play just yet. Chloe was certain that in this state, whatever state it was, Clark needed protection from himself and the best person for that task, at this moment, was herself. Hopefully, she would be able to clear up whatever it was that's cross wired Clark's brain.

Not to mention, there was still that issue with that bulge in Clark's pants.