“Clark! Your red underoos! They’re gone!” Lois cried in distress – but really not too much distress, because from her point of view, without the red underoos his boy bits were MUCH more noticeable, and she decided quickly that she was actually very glad that his red underoos had been stolen.

Clark gasped in horror and distress as he looked down and realized that, indeed, his red underoos were missing and that his boy bits were MUCH more noticeable.

I should probably go home and eat a tub of chocolate ice cream now.

Lois let out an ear piercing scream that rivaled his earlier one, that rivaled any doomed female in any horror film ever made. Ever.

It was a couple of seconds before Clark could hear again.

"Clark, that's such an evil thought! One mad genius of this diabolical caliber we could stand a chance against, but TWO?" She clutched him tightly to her, fighting off the despair that threatened to consume her.

She reached up towards him and finally their lips sealed and in a warm, melty, oh-so-very-WAFFY kiss.

Originally posted by TOC:
This story is extremely funny, and it reminds me quite a lot of Catherine's Monster Night Fright. Lois's ear-piercing screams, the scanitily hidden girl or boy bits... but the Blankie story is rather sweeter.

Ann

"Huh, you would think this would have been the other way around..."