Kent Home. Pancakes and sausage cooked in the same skillet. "You're kidding," Bo says into the phone. He's wearing a tan vest over blue checkered flannel. You fashion rogue, you. That's the extent of the conversation on the phone. Bo says it was the credit-card company calling to verify some charges made on their card the night before. I know that any time I deal with financial institutions, the last words of the conversation are always, "You're kidding." Then I hang up. They hear loud rock music coming from outside. The two of them look and see that it's emanating from the barn, which is now adorned with a satellite dish. Clark has been reading his Consumer Reports in opting for a non-cable solution.

The Barnness of Sharper Imageitude. We see a jet ski (huh?) and lots of extension cords. "This is silk!" MamaKent yells, touching a bit of fabric placed haphazardly among the toys. I swear I see a noose in the background. Upstairs, there are flashing police lights from Spencer Gifts and one of those mad-scientist- touching glass balls. There's also a big-screen TV. Clark is playing a football came on a Nintendo GameCube. The folks yell at Clark. "Where did you get all this?" MamaKent asks. "Discount Eddie's in Metropolis," Clark answers. "Open all night!" Clark bellows in the way that Peggy Hill does when she says, "Ho yeah!" Bo tries to turn down the music, which is alt-metal, which is crappy even by Smallville standards. Bo asks whether Clark took their credit cards and bought all this stuff. This is like that bad consumer-protection commercial where the guy buys a house full of stuff and it slowly disappears as he realizes he'll one day have to pay interest on his credit cards. Clark lifts a remote control and turns it off himself. Clark says he figured it was time he had all the same cool stuff everybody else has. Who else has a jet ski in Kansas? "You stole from us," Bo says. Clark says he just used their credit cards and asks what the big deal is. Bo and MamaKent are aghast. Bo is aghast and agassed, as evidenced by his opening-credits fume release. He tells Clark he's going to take all this garbage. Say what you will, Bo, but don't call the GameCube garbage. "Yeah, right," Clark says. "Yeah! Right!" Bo says, mocking his son. He says when that's done, they're going to have a long talk. And not at Circuit City. Bo says they're going to talk about this attitude Clark has developed. Comically, Clark throws on a leather jacket and says that Bo can talk all he wants: "I'm out of here." Clark superspeed-jumps off the barn loft. He climbs onto Bo's motorcycle and revs it on. He puts on some sunglasses. This is hilarious. Overhead shot as Clark drives off. And off. And around the fence and off. This shot goes on waaaay too long. MamaKent puts her hands to her face. Bo hugs her. They're trying to make Clark into James Dean, but it' s more like the Jimmy Dean sausage MamaKent was cooking earlier.