Clark called Katie and Rob's room and told them that they wanted to meet them in the alley at the end of the street. They were hiding behind the dumpster.

"Over here," Clark called out as quietly as possible when they got there.

Katie and Rob looked up and then around them as they tried to figure out where the voice was coming from.

"Oh, yeah, Smallville. You can just tell they're going to make brilliant investigators," she whispered at Clark and in a louder voice, she called out, "Behind the dumpster!"

They came behind the dumpster with puzzled expressions.

"What's up?" Rob asked.

"We need some help," Clark explained, "We're-"

"It stinks back here," Katie interrupted, wrinkling up her nose in disgust and pinching her nostrils shut.

"We're next to a large container of trash," Lois said. "It's hardly going to smell like posies. Now let Clark talk."

"We're reporters," Clark continued, "and we know the Love and Gamble Hotel has some illegal practices. That's why we came here to uncover it. The problem is we've been discovered and kicked out. We need somebody on the inside."

"You mean like Nancy Drew?" Katie squealed excitedly. "You want us to play Nancy Drew?"

"A Hardy boy for me," Rob felt the need to clarify, "but I'm not sure if it's a good idea. We wouldn't know what to do."

Lois pulled out little devices that would fit into their ears and out of sight. "This is where these come in."

A few minutes later, Clark and Lois were still behind the dumpster, but they had headsets on and Katie and Rob weren't there.

"Katie, can you hear me?" Lois asked.

"Roger that," Katie said rather loudly and cheerfully. "Why is everyone in the lobby looking at me?"

"You have to talk quietly and only if you're sure others can't hear you or at least make it look like you're talking to Rob and don't use talk like roger and copy, please. Where is Rob?"

"He had to go to the bathroom," Katie and Clark answered at the same time.

"Katie, go ahead and go into the casino. Just remember to stay against the wall. All you're going to do is observe. If anyone asks what you're doing, you're waiting for your husband."

"Oh my goodness!" Katie said suddenly.

"What?" Lois asked, worried something had gone wrong.

"A gift shop. I didn't even see it before. I have to go see what they're selling!"

"Katie, not right now. You're on a mission."

"What nice pens and they're only 99 cents."

"Katie."

"Oh, these are the cutest t-shirts ever."

"Katie!"

"And postcards. I have to buy one to send to my mother."

Lois had stopped trying to talk to her and was now banging her forehead against the dumpster. Clark pulled her away from it.

"Why, Clark? Why me? You know this was your idea. I told you it was a bad one. Can we at least switch people?"

"It's not a lot better. Right now Rob is singing 'Happy Birthday' and washing his hands."

"Lois, you still there? You want me to buy you something?"

Lois moved the mouthpiece back in front of her mouth. "No, listen hurry up and buy your postcard. Rob is done. Meet him back out in the lobby and go in together."

Katie and Rob finally made it into the casino and leaned up against the wall, following instructions.

After a minute or 2, Katie let out a bored sigh. "They're just gambling."

"Keep watching," Lois said. "It isn't ordinary gambling. They're all out of control. Keep a lookout for anything unusual or suspicious like somebody spraying something for example."

"Have you spotted anything?" Clark asked Rob.

"Not yet—oh no."

"What?" Clark asked in a concerned tone.

"Someone's coming over."

"Stay calm," Clark instructed Rob. To Lois he said, "Tell Katie that too. Someone's coming."

"For all the good it'll do," she muttered but she said, "Stay calm, Katie."

"Why are you two standing around and not playing?" It was Hanson again. He was patrolling the place it seemed.

"Um," Katie said, followed by Rob's, "Uh."

They weren't very fast on their feet.

"Baptists," Lois whispered, hoping Hanson wouldn't hear.

"Baptists," Katie repeated.

Lois sighed. She was going to have to tell her word for word and it wasn't going to be quietly either.

"Tell them you're Baptists," Clark said, knowing what she meant and coming to the rescue. He knew she was about to start yelling. "Say you don't believe in gambling. You just wanted to watch, but you find the practice so repulsive, you're leaving."

Rob repeated this and then they left the casino.

"Did it look like he suspected anything?" Lois asked.

"I don't think so," Katie replied. "Well, I guess that's the end of our sleuthing."

"No, it isn't," Lois told her.

"It isn't?" Clark questioned. "They can't go back into the casino."

"I know but they can go into Lex's office."

"I don't know, Lois. That's risky," Clark said.

"It's got to be done if we're going to go get those jobs at the Daily Planet. It's on the top floor and make sure you stay out of sight of the cameras. They're in the corners of the hallways."

Katie and Rob were willing to do it. You had to give them credit. They weren't that bright, but they were good sports.

"Make sure Lex isn't in there," Clark said once they got there.

Rob knocked and there was no answer. He jiggled the knob. "It's locked," he and Katie said at the same time.

"We kind of figured that," Lois replied sarcastically.

"Rob, do you have a pocket knife?" Clark asked.

"Sure," Rob answered.

"Do you think you could pick the lock?"

"I could try."

"Switch with me," Lois said. "I can talk him through it."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Clark said as they switched.

"Jimmy taught it to me actually. I mean I could do it a little before that but he helped me perfect it."

"Jimmy as in Jimmy Olsen? Where did he learn it?"

"He picked it up from juvie."

"Juvenile hall? What did he do?"

"I don't know. He just said it was a bum rap. I didn't question it. It is Jimmy after all. Maybe he took illegal pictures."

"Maybe."

"You're not going to go into a rampage because Chloe's dating an ex-con?"

"You said it yourself. It's Jimmy."

"If it'd been one of my boyfriends…" she muttered under her breath.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Hello? Are you still there?" came Rob's voice. "Hello?"

"Sorry," Lois said, after sticking it onto her head. "Find something that will fit into the lock, as small as possible. Got it?"

"Okay."

"Now gently move it. It probably has 5 pins in it. When you feel a pin, bring it down very slowly. You'll know you've done it when it turns. It's fairly easy."

"I brought one down."

"Great, feel for more and be very careful."

After another minute or so, he said, "I think I did it!" He opened the door. "I did. No door can keep me back now."

"Good job. It's a little bit of beginner's luck. Picking locks is harder than it looks. Now look around Lex's office and see what you can find about the casino."

"Katie, you'd better be the lookout," Clark told her.

A couple of minutes later, Clark was still talking to her. "Are you watching?"

"Yes. The top floor has a nice view doesn't it?"

Lois was laughing. Rob was doing his job. Lois put her hand over the mouthpiece. "She has the attention span of a 4 year old. I'm glad you took over. If it weren't for Rob. I don't know what'd we do. He's the only one with half a brain between them."

"Shhh," Clark said, covering up his own mouthpiece, "they could hear you."

"I found something," Rob declared. "I—oh no."

"I don't the sound of that," Lois said.

"I don't like the look of that man and especially his gun," Rob said.

Even though Lois didn't have Katie's headset anymore, her piercing scream came through loud and clear.