Chapter 5: Can You Picture That?

As the two continued driving, John asked Clark a question he'd had since they left El Sleezo.

"Clark, where are we?" John asked.

"Well let's see." Clark said as he pulled out the map. We're traveling down this black line here, and we just crossed that little red line…"

As Clark talked, John took a look at the map as well.

"How about we take the blue line?" John asked as he saw a line that lead straight to California.

"We can't take that." Clark says. "According to the map key, that's a river."

"Oh." John said. "My bad."

"Wait, John, I've got a question." Clark said.

"Yeah?" John asked.

"Who's driving?" Clark asked.

The two realized that neither of them were paying attention to the road and stopped just before hitting a church.

"John, where did you learn to drive?" Clark asked, clutching his heart.

"I took a correspondence course." John said plainly.

Clark groaned as John drove into the parking lot.

"This looks like a nice quiet spot." Clark observed. "Boy, it feels like we've been driving for days."

"Yeah." John said. "The funny thing is I'm still wide awake."

"Me too." Clark said just before John passed out on the front seat.

"Me too." Clark said as he went to sleep too.

They had been sleeping for a few minutes when jazz music suddenly came from the church, jolting them awake.

"What is that?" Clark asked.

The two looked in through the door and found a huge band playing.

"They sure don't look like normal church goers to me." John said, and he was probably right. It was filled with various people. There was a man with wings and blue eyes blowing a saxophone, a brown-haired woman in a revealing black outfit on piano, and a brunette man with blue eyes playing the guitar. They walked in.

"Cool it everybody." The winged man said. "It appears our morning melodies have attracted some wandering admirers."

"Hey, who are you guys?!" Clark asked.

"We are Carter Hall and the Electric Heroes." The man said. "I'm Carter. Golden sax to go with my golden tone."

"I'm Bruce." Bruce said. "I'm low bass."

"And I'm Shayera" A brown haired woman with dark skin said.

"Selina Kyle." The brown-haired woman said. "Nice to meet you."

"Hello." John said with a squeak in his voice.

"John." Clark sighed.

"Sorry." John replied.

The woman at drums, dressed all in black, screamed and slammed herself into the drums.

"That is Dinah." Bruce said. "She can get kinda excited."

"Yeah, sorry." Dinah said with a chuckle.

"Hey, don't forget about me!" Another voice called out, and they looked up to see a girl with red hair. "I'm Barbara Gordon. The band's road manager."

"Oh yeah." Bruce said. "The road manager. We couldn't go anywhere without her."

"So she's the one with the contacts?" John asked.

"No, she's the one with the van." Carter corrected.

"Yeah, we're planning on turning this old church into a coffee house." Barbara explained.

"With music by us of course and refreshments… As soon as we find a cook." Selina stated.

"It's gonna be nice and mellow and of course profitable." Carter said plainly.

"So what brings you guys here?" Bruce asks.

"Well you see," John began. "Clark was at a house of his and Jack Kirby came along and-"

"John!" Clark groaned. "You can't just repeat the whole story. It'll bore the audience."

"Oh, sorry." John said to the people reading this before turning to Clark. "But Clark, the band wants to know.

"Well then show them the script."

"Oh right." John said as he handed the script to them. "It starts here at chapter 1. You can skip the Prologue."

"The Smallville Movie, huh?" Carter asked, glancing at the title. "'Clark Kent was relaxing in his family farm as he played a banjo and relaxed.'"

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By the time Carter had gotten to the point of the script John gave it to them, the two had fallen asleep.

"'The two looked in through the door and found a huge band playing.

'They sure don't look like normal church goers to me." John said, and he was probably right. It was filled with various people. There was a man with wings and blue eyes blowing a saxophone, a brown-haired woman in a revealing black outfit on piano, and a brunette man playing the guitar. They walked in.'

"And that would be where we came in." Carter finished as he set the script down. "Not a bad narrative. Though it looks like Mr. Kent and Mr. Blake or more visual since it looks like they checked out."

"Well now that we know, we've gotta keep those two away from this Luthor guy." Bruce said plainly.

"Too true." Carter said plainly.

"Now what can we do to help them?" Selina asked.

"Well, if there was a movie or a fan-fic -" Shayera began.

"Which it is." Carter pointed out.

"We'd figure out some clever plot device." Shayera finished.

"Like disguising their car so that it can't be recognized." Barbara called out.

"Right!" Carter called out. "MUSICAL NUMBER!"

The five of them then went to the Studebaker and poured all kinds of paint on it as they also sang.

Everybody's mother!

Everybody's brother!

I wanna be your lifetime friend!

Playing to the rockets!

Nothin' in my pockets!

I keep it in the rainbows there!

Whenever I have money,

I think of milk and honey!

Grinning like a Cheshire cat!

I focus on the pleasure!

Something I can treasure!

Can you picture that?

Can you picture that?!

"Hey Bruce, take a verse." Carter said as they continued.

Let me take your picture!

Add it to the mixture!

Spirit has a caption now!

Really nothing to it!

Anyone can do it!

It's easy and we all know how!

Now begins the changing.

Meant for rearranging.

Nothing's where it's at.

"Now the Eiffel tower's holding up a flower." Carter finished with a smirk. "Can you picture that?"

Can you picture that?

Because there's nothing out there you can't do.

Yeah even Santa Claus believes in you.

Deep down you believe me. Don't ya?

Be a better drummer.

Be an up and comer.

Can you picture that?

Can you picture that?!

They continued their work and play.

All of us are winning!

Picking and a grinning!

Lordy but I love to jam!

Jelly belly giggling!

Dancing and a wiggling!

Honey that's the way I am!

I work hard in Texas!

I go home to relax yes!

I keep it underneath my hat!

Aurora borealis!

Shining down in Dallas!

Can you picture that?

Can you picture that?!

Can you picture!

"You gotta see it in your mind!" Carter called out.

Can you picture!

"You know it's quick and easy to find." Bruce pointed out.

Can you picture!

"You don't have to buy a frame." Selina stated plainly.

Can you picture!

Can you picture that?!

CAN YOU PICTURE THAT?!

Loafer if you need it.

Don't forget to feed it.

Can you picture that!

By the time they were done, Clark and John were up and looked at what they made. The Studebaker had been colored rainbow and looked like a hippie bus.

"Lionel will never recognize you now." Carter said plainly.

"Wow, I don't know how to thank you guys." John said happily.

"I don't know why to thank you guys." Clark groaned, looking at the eye sore.

"Our pleasure, guys." Bruce said warmly.

"Are you sure you won't come with us to Hollywood?" John asked.

"Can't pal." Carter said. "But when you get rich and famous, maybe we'll come down to visit and exploit your wealth."

Everyone laughed as Clark turned to John.

"Move it right along, John." Clark said with a smile.

"Yes sir!" John said.


What the flying fudge did I just write?!