Clara grabbed her stomach, told Minister Mac to go ahead to speak with Dukey, she would be in shortly.<br/><br/>"Golly, Momma, y'all sure did hand it to 'em, didn'cha?"<br/><br/>Mookie: *giggles and does a small somersault* (Clara's stomach trembles)<br/><br/>"That was a lot of fun, Momma! Y'all better tell Daddy that y'all ain't mad at him no more, though, me and Lukey don't think he knows."<br/><br/>*giggles again* (Momma Clara feels morning sickness again)<br/><br/>"Momma, how come Daddy cain't hear us talkin'?<em>"Mookie, men are, well, ...clueless, they aint never gonna be a Momma."</em><br/><br/>Ain't we his kids, too?<em>"Yes Mookie, you all are, our children."</em><br/><br/>And what's a 'hell raiser', Momma?<em>"Sounds a bit like your daddy and Uncle Bubba, rolled into one."</em><br/><br/><em>"You my precious Mookie are a born hell raiser, just like your Daddy and Bubba."</em><br/><br/>I just kick Lukey here 'cause he don't like to talk to nobody like I do."<br/><br/><em>"Be nice to Lukey, some day he might strip you and tie you to a barn post Mookie, brothers can be mean pay backers."</em><br/><br/>*punches Lukey just for kicks*<br/><br/><br/><em>"Mookie, do you hear me?</em>she whispered towards her womb.<br/><br/><em>Who are you talking too, and quit poking me, it makes me sick. Why are you yelling?</em><br/><br/><em><strong>" Three!!? Three what?"</strong></em><br/><br/><em>"Mookie, Lukey and Stewie!?!</em><br/><br/>Clara faints just outside of the barn door.