Smallville

Our "Twilight Zone" acid trip to the, uh, Phantom Prison --

that place was...

Kryptonian.

Mm.

And that horny-toad-looking thing

that crashed Chloe and Jimmy's wedding?

Kryptonian.

Mm.

And the spaceship that I found in the woods near the dam?

Also Kryptonian, but it wasn't mine --

it was my cousin's.

Sorry about the third degree, Clark.

It's just not every week

that a girl learns her boyfriend's an...

Alien?

And you're still okay with that?

Are you kidding me?

It's like...

Dating a God or...Bono.

At least we're on a story in the boonies,

and I get to play 20 questions without...

Our nosy little Kitty cat sniffing around.

It's lucky that Tess sent us out here

to cover the Cherry Festival.

Clark Kent doesn't believe in luck.

What'd you do...

Clark?

I didn't want you in the middle

of tonight's antihero protest.

Clark, that should have been my story.

Why did you chop-block me?

Lois, we both know that your articles in support of The Blur

put you in the eye of the antihero storm.

So, what, you're gonna lock me in a Castle Tower

like I'm some damsel in distress?

Lois, I just want to make sure that you're safe.

Clark, I love that an intergalactic powerhouse

wants to protect me...

But this Earth girl can take care of herself.

I didn't even see what we hit.

Two flats and only one spare.

Looks like a job for...

AAA.

And there's no reception.

Want me to change that tire for you?

I think I can handle it.

Wow.

Thank you.

Girl: Oh, praise the Lord!

You're okay!

It's okay. There's nothing a mechanic can't fix.

Do you know where there's one nearby?

Um...Up the road a bit, in Meeker Springs. Thanks.

All right, Lois, well,

if we leave now, we'll be back in a flash.

Oh, but, Clark,

I'm such a delicate flower --

I will --

I will wilt in that heat.

I think I'll just stay with, um...

Charlotte, ma'am.

I got some fresh-squeezed lemonade

if you like.

Ah! Lovely. So we will have a big glass,

as we damsels in distress wait for Clark to...

Come rescue us.

Lois, is there a problem?

Okay. First it's not safe in the Asphalt Jungle,

and now I'm at risk in Green Acres?

Look, we're in the middle of nowhere.

You think horse-and-buggy girl is gonna hurt me?

What is she gonna do, dimple me to death?

Charlotte: Here you go! Uh...

Thank you, Charlotte.

Now, why don't we watch

while my knight in shining armor...

Saves the day?

It's gonna be a long walk, Lancelot,

but we will be right here

waiting for your triumphant return.

Still watching!

Lois?

Lois?!

- sync, corrected by elderman --

Lois?

"No service."

[ Vehicle approaches, engine shuts off ]

Aah.

Man: Something I can help you with?

My girlfriend -- she's missing.

I went into town to get a flat fixed,

and...And now she's gone.

We were in a bit of an argument when I left,

and I thought maybe she was still mad at me,

but... I can't find her.

You know, I've searched everywhere.

Better wrap that.

Cut looks pretty nasty.

How bad was your little argument?

No, this is from the rim of the tire.

That's where I cut it.

Look, there was a girl here.

She might know where my girlfriend went.

Girl?

Charlotte -- she was about 12 years old.

She was selling produce on the side of the road.

She had a horse and buggy.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Never seen anybody set up shop here.

There's not enough traffic.

Well, I know what I saw, all right? I'm not making this up.

Why don't we go down to the station?

I'm not going anywhere till Lois gets back.

Mister, calm yourself down.

Look.

This must be what we ran over.

Now, if our blowout wasn't an accident,

someone could have done this on purpose.

I think you better get a move on

before you get yourself in some trouble.

Just trying to show you. I'm not gonna say it again!

Those are tracks from the horse and buggy.

Now, if there was no girl, how do you explain those?

They do look fresh.

Run up the logging road a bit.

All right, you proved your point.

Let's take a hike.

If your girlfriend is out there...

We'll find her.

Charlotte: Giddap!

Lois: Look at you drive that horse.

At your age, the best I could do was drive my dad crazy.

Lucky for me, you were around.

So, how much longer before our carbon-free hayride

gets us to the train station?

Oh, not much.

But I'm not allowed to go into town.

My father will give you the ride from here.

As long as I can make the express back to cover the rally,

I'm happy.

I am not gonna miss out on a front-page story

just because he thinks I can't take care of myself.

So, your town is quaint.

How many people live out here?

Our whole congregation.

We're believers.

Father bought this land long before I was born

and moved his flock here from Idaho

so we could all live together.

Charlotte: Whoa.

Looks like you're having some sort of shindig.

It's the Harvest Festival.

Whole town comes out to celebrate.

Bless us, child.

How could you bring a guest to our home unannounced

when we're unprepared to welcome them?

I'm Ruth. Ruth Cavanagh.

Ah. Lois Lane.

Miss Lane just needs father

to give her a ride to the train station

so she can get back to the city.

I don't mean to impose. Charlotte just offered.

Oh, never an imposition to help those in need.

But my husband likes his supper promptly at sundown.

He'll take you right after we eat.

You know, if you point the way,

I'm sure I could just hoof it from here.

Oh, don't be foolish.

If you're not familiar with these parts,

you could get lost in those woods.

Stay.

Break bread with us.

Mother always makes more than enough.

Oh.

Rally's not for another couple hours.

And I could really use a home-cooked meal.