My muse let me go to bed late last night so I'd nearly finished this. These are the last two parts, I hope.
I disclaim. It's times like these I wish I had a video camera and my own TV station.
Segment 7
Lois Lane, Lionel Luthor, Lex Luthor, Lana Lang and Lucy Lane in five different rooms and three different states were all listening to the same song on the same radio station. Four of them were rolling on the ground laughing so hard that two ambulances were called to deal with rib bruising.
Lucy Lane alone stayed soberly upright, cuddling the radio to her chest, muttering words of lust and longing.
Chloe Sullivan, Pete Ross and the elder Kents remained unaware of the latest song release that was storming up the charts, sung with country twang and town stonk. They wouldn't be for long. Already there had been six thousand copies sold and it was only 10a.m. on the first day of its release.
The Talon had been playing it at fifteen minute intervals until the seventeenth coffee cup was broken when someone fell over laughing listening to it and Lana had been forced to turn it off.
At the time, the unknown singer was being screamed at by his manager. The sound stopped abruptly as Diana, the studio manager, stormed in with the news that the song had already outstripped all its rivals and was tipped to be number one.
Mark the Mad was left gasping mid-rant as the woman proceeded to lay the biggest kiss of his life on Clark's lips, explaining afterwards that she'd made a bet at odds of 200-1 that she could get a song about a cow into the top ten a week before. Her bookie was prepared to pay up immediately if she forgot about the number one 500-1 odds sub-clause.
The Lone Cattle Driver just grinned.
The cow that had started all the trouble chewed thoughtfully on her morning silage before settling down to the serious business of eating her lunch twice. Her contribution to the artistic process had been very simple - she'd mooed twice. Her boy, however, had demanded that Betsy be given a share of the profits and a part in the video.
Now she was the only Guernsey cow in the world to have her own Swiss bank account.