"Can I see you in private for a minute?" Clark asked big Lois.

"What for?" she questioned.

"I think you know what for," he said.

"I would go with him if I were you," little Lois spoke up, "if you don't, he'll end up kidnapping and forcing you to, anyway."

"You kidnapped me? I mean her? Clark!"

"In the other room, Lois."

Older Lois sighed and stalked off to the other room with Clark.

Young Lois rolled her eyes. She didn't care if they went off to have a boring adult conversation. She was sure all they would be talking about is how to get her home and that wouldn't be very exciting. She saw something move out of the corner of her eye. She pulled the blinds apart. There was a little boy in the backseat of the woman's car. Little Lois went out to investigate. She tapped on the glass and startled the boy, but he opened the car door.

"Who are you?" Lois asked, "What are you doing out here?"

"I'm Clark. I live here. Miss Lane is my mom's friend. She told me to wait out here until she came out with another of my mom's friends."

"Hey, that man in there has the name Clark and my last name is Lane. That's kind of cool and weird at the same time. I think she forgot about you. You want to come in and watch TV?"

"But Miss Lane said to wait out here."

"The other Clark told Miss Lane not to come in, but she did anyway. It's okay to break the rules once in a while."

Little Clark got out of the car and headed to the house with little Lois. Shelby came bounding toward them.

"Oh boy!" Clark shouted, seeing the Kent address on the dog's tag. "My parents must've gotten me a dog as an early Christmas present."

Little Lois sneezed and said, "Yeah, that's great alright. I'll wait for you in the house."

Shelby began to follow Lois. "Shoo, dog! You're making me sick."

"He likes you. He acts like he already knows me and you."

"Then he's a dumb dog."

"No, he's not."

"Yes, he is." Lois sneezed again and her eyes were becoming watery. "Again, I'm going inside. Hold the dog back."

Clark did and after giving Shelby a good pet and hugging him, he went in too.

Lois was holding the remote. "It should be time for Power Rangers."

"I don't like Power Rangers. There's too much fighting."

"That's what makes it good, and girls get to fight. The yellow ranger is my favorite."

"It's my house; I should get the remote."

"But I'm the guest, so I should get it. Plus, I got to it first."

"Why don't we watch something we both like?"

"And what do you like? Barney? Sesame Street?"

"Very funny. I like Smurfs, Eureka's Cas—"

"How about something where they fight?"

"I guess Ninja Turtles then."

"Ninja Turtles? Are you kidding me? April gets on my nerves."

"April is cool and a good reporter."

"She's always getting kidnapped by Shredder."

"But the Ninja Turtles always come to the rescue."

"That's why it gets on my nerves."

"What about Captain Planet?"

"That's more like it. Captain Planet it is," but before she could hit the power button, older Clark and Lois came in.

"I hate to burst your bubbles," Lois told them, "but Captain Planet doesn't come on anymore."

"At least they managed to agree on something," Clark said as he tried to subtly watch his younger self.

"Hey, their victories are our victories. Since we seem to share the same names, we came up with a solution. I'm Miss Lane, he's Mr. Kent, and you two are just Clark and Lois."

"Yeah, and that solution was a real stretch of the imagination," Mr. Kent said.

"Shut up, Kent," she turned to their younger selves. "We're going out to work on things. I've done called the office and told them I wouldn't be in. You guys still need a babysitter though."

"Clark and I can watch ourselves," Lois said.

"Oh give me a break," Miss Lane said, "you can't fool me. You'll talk Clark into going along with a dangerous scheme and get yourselves in the hospital. I think not."

"You're not the boss of me," Lois shot back, "even if you do look old enough to be my grandmother."

Miss Lane was about to pop her mouth, but Mr. Kent grabbed her hand and asked, "Is that necessary? We're supposed to be finding a babysitter."

Miss Lane put her hand down.

"Wait a minute," Mr. Kent said. "I bet 'Claire' will baby sit."

"Claire who?" Miss Lane asked in confusion.