"Mr. Kent. Mrs. Kent," Chloe begins, her eyes quickly darting between the rapidly disappearing duo of Lois and Clark, to the Kents standing before her. "I'm sorry but Clark and Lois just had to go, um, they had to go take care of something," Chloe says, her odd statement causing them to look at each other.

"Just what did they have to do?" Jonathan asks, not fully understanding what could be so important that his son would leave a month's worth of crop unattended.

"Well, I think Clark is really hot, I mean, I think he got too hot," Chloe says, now crimson from her freudian slip. Desperately trying to recover she smiles, trying to play it off . "I mean you know sometimes the heat can make people do silly things," she adds with a giggle.

Reeling with embarrassment, she sees Martha putting together the equation most would assume; Clark and Lois went off together much to the dismay of the forlorn Chloe. Martha can't help but flash a pair of sympathetic eyes at Chloe, once knowing herself how it felt to be a fifth wheel.

Chloe had much bigger fish to fry right now than to accept pity from the man of her dream's mother. Something was up with Clark, and she had to know what. He was not acting normal, well, he was acting much more abnormal than the usual bizarre Clark Kent behavior. She had to get to the bottom of it, and fast, but before she has to clarify to Mrs. Kent what she believes was misunderstood.

"I didn't mean that Clark's hot like that. He's not hot for Lois. I'm not saying he's hot for me, either. I don't think he's hot for anyone, he's just hot; temperature wise, because it's hot out here," Chloe says, with every word digging her hole deeper. If she continues on she's going to need a ladder to climb out. Yet, like one of those wind up monkey toys she just beats on as if she possesses no better sense, thoroughly convinced she can clarify the root of her statement about Clark's hotness with more explanations.

"The heat has obviously gotten to his head because he was talking about what's in his pants," Chloe says, hoping her statement will clue them in on the fact that Clark is acting bizarre. Yet it is apparent on Jonathan and Martha's faces that they can't seem to get past the issue of Chloe mentioning what's in Clark pants.

Jonathan cracks his mouth quizzically, about to form a question when Chloe cuts him off. "Don't worry I haven't seen what's in his pants. I mean, there's nothing in his pants," Chloe offers matter-of-factly. Suddenly realizing that last statement came off wrong, she continues, "I didn't mean he's a freak Ken Doll or something, of course he has something in his pants. I just don't know what it is. Well, I do know what it is. I just haven't seen it. I mean, I've seen pictures in magazines and all, but not of him, of course! Not that I want to see..." Chloe trails off finally realizing that no amount of verbal acrobatics is going to get her out of this predicament. Finally, she bites her own bottom lip to keep it from flapping.

Martha and Jonathan appear like they have been hit by the hurricane of explanations that is Chloe Sullivan. Despite her desire to subtly clue them in on Clark's behavior, all she really seemed to accomplish was striking fear into their hearts that their son finally was beginning to have a libido to match the rest of his super sized traits. If only Chloe knew the one key to share with them about his sudden change in attitude; the freeing little rock that is red kryptonite. Unfortunately, the primer to this mystery was snugly nestled into the crotch of Clark's jeans, where it could just continue to fuel this chaotic behavior. the dark side of himself Clark seems to be enjoying so much.

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"Clark! Don't make me chase you," Lois yells, not far behind him simply because he was allowing her to keep up.

"I want what's in your pants right now!" she demands, her comment enticing the attention of every man in what seems to be a twenty-mile radius.

"I can give you something right now, Darling," a thick, raspy voice calls out.

"Honey, I got something I need to show you real bad," another hick yells out.

Able to ignore the offers from the sleazy men who wished to share the hidden treasures of their trousers with her, Lois continues on with her demands. "Clark, I swear if you don't give it to me right now I'm going to take a lot more than that from you."

Clark pauses, looking over his shoulder, offering her a tease of a grin, and a quick wink of his eye. "Bring it on, Peaches."

As though a bull fueled by the bright flash of the color red, Lois grabs the nearest thing to her, a banana from the booth beside her, then quickly hurls it full steam right at the Doughboy's head.

The boomerang of fruit hits him with enough force to knock a normal man over, but Clark Kent is far from normal. He feels no more than a flick from a flea, not even bothered enough to stop his pursuit out of the market.

Lois' eyes now blaze, as though ignited by the fiery pits of hell. Fueled by her raging temper she charges towards him. Without thinking, and with the dexterity of a mountain lion she leaps onto his back, latching her arms and legs around him with the best death grip her power can muster.

"Ride'em cowgirl!" an entertained hick yells out, causing a stir of whoops and hollers.

Clark's lips curl into a tempted smile, regardless of what she thinks, he is indeed the one in control of the situation. He reaches back, grabbing her arms with his massive hands, lifting her off his back, flipping her acrobatically over his head, planting her feet in the ground in front of him. The swiftness of his motion, and the strength he possesses can't help but impress her despite her disdain for him at the moment. She stands breathless with her eyebrows arched trying to compose herself after his checkmate move.

"That was impressive, Pillsbury. Sling a lot of hay do you?"

"You're a lot more fun to fling than hay," he says confidently, his eyes sparkling in the bright sun. "Speaking of tumbling hay, do you want to try that move of yours again, but this time with you on the front?" Clark says with a devious grin, his perfectly chiseled incisors making him appear like a werewolf on the prowl.

It seemed that the combination of red hot heat and sticky peaches had intoxicated Clark Kent with the ability to one up Lois in retorts and strength. Being shown up in traits she lettered in was not something she was ready to concede. Finding the flames in her eyes once more she clenches her fists, taking a step closer towards him.

"Give it to me," she says through her teeth, ready to attack again if her demands are not met.

Clark is enjoying himself too much to stop. "Let's find some fun first, okay?"