Mama June: humming Well, sugarplum, you reeeady to piiiick some apples and uncover my baby daddy? 🍏🤔
Mama June: laughs Oh, you better believe it, honey child! We're gonna dig up every last one of his seeds! winks
Mama June: claps hands together Alrighty then, let's get this investigation started!
Mama June: grabs a magnifying glass from her pocket Now, listen up, sugarplum. The first clue is right under this old oak tree.
Mama June: starts scanning the ground, moving in a circle Look for any signs of where that rascal might've been hiding.
Mama June: spots a small hole behind a bush Well, I'll be dipped in hog grease! Look at this little hidey-hole! It's got to be his secret spot!
Mama June: pulls out a flashlight from her bag and shines it inside the hole Oh, those sneaky seeds! They left behind a treasure trove of clues!
Mama June: whispers excitedly Hold your hats, sugarplum! We've struck gold! pulls out a dusty notebook from the hole
Mama June: opens the notebook and starts flipping through the pages Well, well, well... Look at all these secrets unraveling before our very eyes!
Mama June: gasps dramatically You won't believe what I found here, sugarplum! It seems like this whole mystery was a big ol' trick! My baby daddy...
Mama June: slams the notebook shut and stomps her foot Well, I'll be damned! Turns out that my baby daddy was none other than Big Jim Bob himself! That sly fox!
Gotal and Mama June confront Big Jim Bob and demand answers about his true identity as Mama June's baby daddy.
Mama June: points a finger at Big Jim Bob You slyboots! You think you can just sneak into my life like a mouse in the barn and leave me hanging? Not on my watch!
Mama June: crosses her arms Now, Big Jim Bob, you better start spilling the beans! How did you manage to keep your true identity hidden all these years?
Mama June: narrows her eyes Don't you give me that "What-do-you-mean, how?" business! I want the truth, unfiltered and unzipped! Who else did you deceive with your lies?
Mama June: raises an eyebrow Come on now, Big Jim Bob, don't leave me hangin'! Spill the tea, sugar! Who else did you fool into thinkin' you were some kind of hotshot?
Mama June: rolls up her sleeves Well, ain't you a regular charmer, Big Jim Bob! You think I'm gonna believe your sob story?
Mama June: throws her hat onto the floor I oughta give you a good ol' Southern beatin' right now, you deceitful weasel! But instead, I'll give you one chance to come clean and confess your sins!