Sorry this chapter is so short: I'm still not sure where to go with this.
Oliver made his way to the car early the next morning which was already packed with everything he needed to go to the capital building and plead his case. He had spent the day before planning out what he was going to do when he got there and trying to convince Ralph and Alf that corn didn't 'spout,' and neither should their roof.
"Are ve already to go?" Lisa asked with Eb at her side.
"We?" Oliver questioned, "I am going, and you two are staying home."
"Humph!" Lisa pouted, "And who will you be smooching in the car?" she inquired.
"I won't be smooching any…" Oliver realized what he was saying, "Why would I be smooching in the car?"
"Because that's what we always did when we went for a car ride." Lisa turned to Eb, "He married me because he said I was a good smoocher!" Eb could believe that.
"Well I knew it couldn't be fer those hot cakes," Eb mumbled, at which Oliver chuckled lightly.
Lisa noticed the exchange and threw her arms down with a huff. Oliver tried to fix the situation: "There will be no…uh…" Oliver paused to compose himself, "It's completely business—believe me Lisa. I'll be the only one in the car."
She pouted, "Vell, vat am I supposed to do vile you're out smooching?"
Oliver gave up on the argument, "…whatever it is that you do normally," then realizing he had no idea how she spent all her time.
"But normally I wait around for smooching!" Lisa pleaded.
Eb jumped into the conversation, "What'll I do while you're gone Mr. Douglas?"
Oliver was in a hurry and was getting anxious to leave, "Uh..." he looked at his watch and became distracted, "Do…whatever I do everyday. Exactly as I do it, Ok? I don't want to come home to a mess…" He declared quickly before pulling out of the driveway and beginning his trip.
"Alright, I promise!" Eb yelled after him. Turning to Mrs. Douglas, Eb asked "What does do at this time everyday Mrs. Douglas?"
Lisa thought for a moment before replying, "Vell, yesterday he was in the kitchen shouting about all the spouting…but normally we just eat hot cakes."
"Well, alright Mrs. Douglas. If I have to, but only because I promised that I'd do whatever he does."
Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief, "Vell, before the eating, there's always some smooching," she batted her lids.
Eb removed his hat and held it bashfully in his hands, "Well, gee Mrs. Douglas! I don't know if I should be doing anything like that." Not that he minded the thought.
"Vell, Mr. Douglas does a lot of smooching, and you promised to do everything he does…and…he calls me 'Lisa'" she winked.
"Oh, alright Mrs…Lisa," and he leaned in for a quick peck before hurrying off to the house—his face red with a mixture of embarrassment and delight. Mrs. Douglas followed Eb inside the crumbling shack as they both inwardly planned out their day.