#drabble?

[lvl1l1]

It’s been a long time since Caleb has come home to you crying, scissors in hand and regret obvious.

His keys are still in his hand as he pushes the apartment door open and the faint sound of her pacing greets him before she does.

She’s standing in the middle of the bathroom doorway, scissors dangling from her fingers like a guilty weapon, hair on the floor in sad little clumps. One side is an inch shorter than the other. The back looks like it lost a fight with a weed whacker. There’s a crooked swoop over her left ear that makes him want to laugh and cry at the same time.

As she looks up, her eyes are already glassy.

And just like that, years collapse into one heartbeat.

He’s 17 again, sitting on the edge of the bathtub while she sobs into his shirt, clutching those same damn scissors, bangs hacked to uneven stubs because she “wanted to look cool like the girls on TV.” He’d spent an hour fixing it with gran’s good comb, whispering “it’s okay, I got you” until she stopped hiccuping.

Now she’s twenty-something and still running to him the second something goes wrong with her hair.

He drops the keys on the counter, crosses the room in three strides, and kneels in front of her without a word.

Her lip wobbles. “I messed up.”

“Yeah,” he says, voice soft, already reaching for the scissors. “I can see that.”

She sniffles. “I was trying to do that cute wolf cut thing from TikTok.”

He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “I can see that too.”

He turns her gently toward the mirror, standing behind her, hands settling on her shoulders. Their eyes meet in the reflection, she’s pouting, unshed tears glistening and he looks at her steadily and reassuringly.

“Same as always, huh?” he murmurs, brushing a choppy strand behind her ear. “You freak out, you call me, I fix it.”

She nods, small and sheepish. “You’re the only one who’s ever been able to.”

He smiles. It’s slow, fond, the same smile he gave her when they were kids and the world felt too big.

“Sit,” he says, nudging her onto the closed toilet lid.

She obeys. He grabs the good scissors from the drawer (the ones he keeps sharpened just in case), combs his fingers through what’s left of her hair, and gets to work. He snips slowly, carefully, evening out the disaster with the patience of someone who’s done this a hundred times.

Every few cuts he pauses to kiss the crown of her head.

“Still cute,” he mutters after fixing the swoop. “Even when you butcher it.”

She snorts, a wet little laugh. “Liar.”

“Not lying.” Another kiss. “You could shave it all off and I’d still think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

And in all his learned skills as her personal hair stylist over the years, he’s finished in 10 minutes. Soft layers, a little messy in that intentional way, framing her face perfectly. He steps back, tilts her chin up, studies his work.

“There,” he says quietly. “All better.”

She turns to the mirror. Blinks. Touches the ends like she can’t believe it.

Then she spins around and buries her face in his chest, arms tight around his waist.

“Thank you,” she mumbles into his shirt.

He wraps her up, chin resting on her head, breathing her in.

“Anytime, trouble,” he whispers, kissing her hair. “You know I’ve got you.”

(And he always will.)

[cherry-recs]

you’re secretly as crazy as he is

pairing: tamsy x (slightly unhinged) cleaner! reader

desc: based off of this post i made. reader is pretending to be someone they’re not & tamsy notices. (manga spoilers if you squint, tamsy’s personality is mentioned)

tw: mentions of violence (and possible mental illness?)

wc 1.1k

not proof read

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a/n: i literally wrote this to indulged myself because i love that evil little man. also pls be kind i haven’t written ff in like 5yrs.

You were exhausted. Exhausted from missions, exhausted from the tireless work, and exhausted from pretending to be someone you weren’t. It was particularly challenging to adopt the bubbly and friendly demeanor of the person you were pretending to be when you were worn paper thin. You could feel the exhaustion seeping into your bones like it does on a cold night in midwinter.

One day in particular, you let the mask slip. Enjin was in one of his flirtatious moods, and you weren’t having it. Normally you’d play along with him, batting your eyelashes and giggling at whatever perverse joke or pickup line he made, but this day Enjin managed to strum every goddamn one of your nerves like he was playing a guitar.

The slip was brief, a few seconds at most, and then you were back. In those few seconds, you pictured yourself taking your vital instrument and stabbing it into Enjin’s neck, blood gushing from his jugular like a faucet. The thick liquid soaked his shirt and coat as he hit the ground with an audible thud. The voices clouded your mind, threatening to consume you whole, but in the blink of an eye, they were silenced. You flashed Enjin that charming smile everyone knew, as if you hadn’t just daydreamed about murdering your colleague and so called friend.

Enjin hadn’t even noticed, too caught up in whatever he was talking about but he did.

Tamsy immediately recognized the all-too-familiar way your eyes darkened and your face fell expressionless. He smirked under his mask in amusement. “How interesting,” he hummed to himself. He made sure to pocket this little observation for later — it might deem quite useful.

The following evening, you found yourself relaxing in the commons room alone at HQ, a book nestled in your hands as you lounged lazily on the couch. The soft shuffling of footsteps drew your attention to the door, where you saw Tamsy leaning against the frame.

You smiled at him. The same smile you always wore around other people. The one that never quite reached your eyes, but was bright enough to avoid suspicion, at least for most.

“Looks like you can’t sleep either. I didn’t peg you to be a night owl, Tamsy.” Your gaze met his as you folded a dog-ear into the book and closed it. Tamsy pushed himself off the doorframe and made his way toward you, a sly smile splayed on his lips.

“As much as I cherish a good night’s sleep, I found myself unable to rest properly tonight for some reason,” he said in that light tone he always used, his footsteps stopping just in front of you. “Tell me, what’s keeping you up tonight, y/n?”

You tilted your head upward at his question, that same smile still tugging at the corner of your lips. “I’ve always loved the night,” you murmured “there’s so much beauty in the darkness. Plus, I get to enjoy the quiet.”

You didn’t exactly answer his question, just tiptoed around it enough to pass as one. But he could see the honesty in your eyes, even if your expression didn’t match it.

“I see,” he hummed. “I too believe there is beauty in darkness. Some flowers bloom during the night that only a few are capable of appreciating.”

“Yes, exactly.” Your smile strained slightly as you nodded in agreement. He pressed his lips into a thin line, his golden eyes examining you closely.

“Y/n,” he sighed, leaning in a little closer to meet your eye line. “I have one more question for you. What happened between you and Enjin today? You looked like you genuinely wanted to harm him.”

Ah. He noticed that, did he? Of course he did.

“What?” you scoffed, letting out a half laugh. Your doe eyes reflected pure innocence as you looked up at him in utter shock and bewilderment at the accusation. “Why would I want to hurt Enjin? He’s my friend.”

Tamsy could see right through you. Looking at you was almost like peering into a mirror. He stared at you for a moment, his smile fading completely as he loomed over you. He thought it was almost cute.. the way you kept up this act even when you both knew it was a facade.

“It’s hard, isn’t it? Pretending?” he asked. The pleasant tone he usually carried had completely disappeared. He let out a breath, whether out of annoyance or disappointment, you couldn’t tell.

The silence stretched for what seemed like minutes as you gazed up at him with a blank stare. Your eyes were dull now, showing no emotion, your expression completely unreadable while a war raged in your mind.

You knew Tamsy was like you. Dark, depraved, and more than a little twisted. You just couldn’t prove it. In all honesty, you didn’t care to. You’d seen it in the way he watched Rudo when no one was looking. The way he carried himself, as if his body were a marionette to his mind — just like you. That alone was enough of an answer.

“Not hard, more like a constant game of charades. It’s not fun when I’m the only one who really gets to play.” You tilted your head to the side, almost bored with the conversation. “It’s so draining and boring to be nice all the time when I feel apathetic to most things.”

There it was. He knew it wouldn’t take much, you just needed a little push. He grinned, a shiver running down his spine, tingles of excitement blooming inside him from this revelation. Inner Tamsy was just as thrilled. This was going to be so much fun. He couldn’t wait to pick and prod your brain to see what he might find inside the depths of your mind.

He sat down next to you, that same wicked grin still lingering on his lips. “Let’s talk for a bit, shall we?” He leaned closer, his shoulder grazing yours as his golden eyes sparkled with delight, and something else you couldn’t quite place. “I think we have many things to discuss, and we may find ourselves to be very good friends.”

You beamed at his words. “I must say, I like the way you think.” The devilish smile on your face this time was genuine. Tamsy thought it suited you — and secretly hoped he’d be able to make you smile like that more often.

update: part 2 is in the works, but i have midterms so please be patient with me! college is beating my ass so bad

[diceverses]

After talking to Stan on the swings Ford walks straight home and, for once in his life, voluntarily goes to bed early. Tomorrow is the most important day of his life and he must be well rested in order to impress West Coast Tech representatives. In his dreams he’s so excited to accept a Nobel Prize and Guinness World Record Award for most PhD simultaneously, Ford sleeps through his alarm clock and has to rush around the house in a blind panic but he makes to the gym on time, looking perfectly presentable in his best shirt and his favourite bow tie. He channels every piece of advice Stan has given him on talking to people and showmanship and the judges are so impressed they actually applaud his presentation! Oh, Tesla, it isn’t just the most important day of his life, it’s the best day of Ford’s life too!

I can’t wait to tell Stan and celebrate!

Ford almost skips all the way home, his cheeks pink with excitement and an envelope from WCT people cradled against his chest. He practically flies up the stairs and skids to a stop in front of the couch. An empty couch. Huh. Stan must be in their room, reading comics! But his bed is empty too, he’s not in the bathroom, or the kitchen, or the pawnshop. And as his Ma smothers him in a hug, and covers his squirming face in red kisses, and my little genius and I’m so proud and I knew you’d knock ’em dead, baby, she tells him that Stan never came home last night, must be with his girlfriend, oh young love, I remember what it was like…

Except Carla left him for that hippie a few months ago, so that can’t be it, but they were talking on the beach last night, Stan must have gone to work on the Stan’O’War, and just fell asleep there. Yes, he’d spent the night on the boat before, that’s not so unusual, there’s nothing to worry about! But as Ford runs to the beach his giddy smile slips from his face. There’s the Stanleymobile, right where they left her yesterday.

"Stanley?", I hope he didn’t sleep in the car, don’t want him to get back pain before he’s sixty. But the car is empty and his jacket is still in the back seat. With a worried frown Ford turns and runs to the boat. "Stan!"

With every call into an empty place where Stan should be, but isn’t, Ford’s heart beats faster and his voice grows more frantic. But there is no answer from the little boat or the pier, or waves.

He must be waiting for me on the swings! Oh, I should’ve gone straight there… But that’s great! We’ll celebrate and then talk about the future, see what Stan wants to do after we gradu…

Ford stops, as if all the blood froze in his veins. The fresh salty air grows heavy and the crushing of the waves is replaces by the buzzing in his ears, as the scene in front of him goes blurry.

Stan?

The sand by swings is disturbed as if from a fight. The right seat is broken, its two halves shifting slightly in the breeze. There’s splotches of something dark on the worn splintered wood. Ford finally finds his voice:

"Stan!"

There’s no Stan.

"STANLEY!!!"

[ellie-pooki3]

introducing: mentor leon vs. rookie that keeps getting into hentai-esque situations ᝰ.ᐟ

tags: slightly suggestive, humor, clumsy!reader, help! step-bro i'm stuck without the step-bro

you don't mean to be clumsy, not really. it's not your fault you keep getting into embarrassing situations whenever leon is around - and only when leon is around. it's become a joke around the office at this point: the closer you are to agent leon scott kennedy, the more likely you are to trip over your own feet and end up dangling on a highway bridge, bent at the waist, ass out.

so, of course, it makes things a little awkward considering you're his rookie and he's your mentor.

bless your heart, you try, you really do. you try to be more cautious, more sharp. even with all of your hard work and effort, though, it seems like the universe is hell bent on embarrassing you in front of your handsome colleague (who you may or may not have a crush on.)

case in point: your predicament right now. somehow, (somehow!) you ended up stuck in a window. you'd both agreed that it would be beneficial to get inside the locked, abandoned house in case one of the cabinets had more ammo, and being the smaller one, you volunteered to go through the window. leon hoisted you up in his big arms, his hands warm on your waist as you stuck your torso inside the window -

"oof." you say, furrowing your brows. you try again, harder this time, to push yourself forward. nothing. you try and push yourself backward. nada. your hips are stuck. (ass too fat?) "oh."

your legs dangle behind you, tight jeans hugging your curves nicely. you kick, trying to force your way out of there - only to be met by a steady resistance and a grunt.

"oh, shit!" you fumble, legs falling limp again. "sorry, leon!"

"stop moving." he says, and you internally pray to god as you feel him come up behind you. you let out a small squeak when you feel his hands on your hips, dangerously near your ass, gripping tight before pulling, to no avail. when he speaks again, there's an undertone of amusement beneath the exasperation in his voice. "...well, shit."

"um." you laugh nervously, feeling the heat crawl up your face. "hm. maybe you can pull a little harder?"

big, warm hands clasp your hips again, pulling harder. he stops when you wince, feeling the wood dig into your sides. "you okay, rookie?"

"peachy." you say, almost grumbling. you sigh, slumping into the window further. "god, this sucks."

the light chuckle you hear behind you doesn't make you feel any better. still, leon's hands are still on you, lingering more than it should. it makes your traitorous heart skip a beat.

"maybe push me in instead?" you suggest, voice a little higher than usual. leon hums an affirmative, hands trailing down to the back of your thighs before pushing you forward. you slip in, just a little, but it's enough to give you hope. "there! just - just a bit more, leon."

his next laugh comes out a little breathier. he pushes harder, fingertips almost digging into your soft flesh, and you slip in just a bit more. your eyes light up with a newfound determination. "i - i feel it! c'mon, leon, harder,"

there's a sharp intake of breath behind you before leon pushes hard, and your hips slip in from the window completely. huzzah! you fall to the ground in a heap with a small 'oomf,' barely catching yourself in time. you sneeze, brushing off the dirt from your jeans before standing up on wobbly legs, going to the door to unlock it.

leon regards you with a small huff, eyes raking over your head to your toes as if scanning for injuries. smiling awkwardly, you give him a thumbs up.

he strolls inside, checking the cabinets and drawers for any ammo. fortunately, you find three, so it was at the very least worth the trouble.

too busy lamenting over your luck, you don't notice the flush on his cheeks - the way his ears are every so slightly tinged pink.

[sunshineting]

I can’t stop thinking about Enjin being ticklish. Walk with me

You’re on a date with a certain blond. You’re walking around, trying to find somewhere to eat, enjoying the day together. For once, Enjin is not wearing his Cleaners’ coat out, instead donning a loose tee with the sleeves cut off. Every now and then, when he moves just the right way, his shirt rides up to reveal his hipbone. Nothing scandalous, just a sliver of skin. But you knew the secrets that little sliver held. Not many people knew this about Enjin, but he was incredibly ticklish. You, being the mischievous little thing you are, use this knowledge to your advantage.

Once the two you of you decide on a meal, he goes to pay. That’s your chance. Swiftly, before he can catch your hand, you reach out and flutter your fingers over his sensitive skin. The sound he lets out while handing over his cash is absolutely priceless. It’s something between a squeak and a yowl, you just can’t put your finger on it. His golden eyes snap to you, squinting. You quickly avert your gaze and whistle a tune you made up.

Enjin lets it go, being the ever so gracious man that he is. The problem though, is that you just keep pushing him. The day goes on with you tickling him off guard at any chance you can get. He stretches with his arms up? You’re there wiggling your fingers into his side. He goes to reach around your shoulders and bring you closer to him? You’re there again, with your hands on the most delicate parts of his body.

It all culminates when you mistakenly think you have one more opportunity to catch him off guard. You’re sitting with him on his dinky mattress. Your fingertips are but a centimeter away from Enjin’s exposed hip when a strong hand catches your wrist.

“Don’t you have better things to do with your hands than bother me?” His voice purrs.

Your eyes meet amber ones; a familiar glint of mischief reflects back to you. Yup, you’re in for it, now.

[saltswrites]

Another night with him.

(Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley x GenderNeutral!Reader)

(If you want some context you may want to check this out.)

1:07 am.

You knew he was watching you, you were laid in bed, trying to sleep, back turned to the door, you had heard footsteps approaching your "bedroom", and then silence, he had a habit of just standing there and watching you ever since he took you from your home.

Simon Riley, An odd kidnapper he was, when thinking of being kidnapped before, you always just expected to be tortured by some serial killer maniac you had possibly wronged, but no.. he was just a client you happened to see back at the grocery store once a week or so.. And he hadn't tortured you so far, so a win is a win, I guess.

He wasn't "cruel" by kidnapper standards (as much as it weirded you out to think something so absurd) but he still kidnapped you, he treated you like a roommate yet you still couldn't shake the nervousness that came whenever he came around you.

And the creepiest thing he did? Watch you, you would just be walking around his flat, turn a corner and boom, you are met with his gaze, with him standing at the end of the hallway just staring, you were suprised you hadn't gotten a heart attack yet with the way you've felt your heart stop so many times over this.

Watching something on the telly? Turn your head around and he's watching you by the living room door. Brushing your teeth? Turn your gaze away and you see him in the background through the mirror, just watching, and the examples went on.

He acted like you were unreasonable about it too! Breaking his gaze away and letting out a sigh.

"Bloody hell.. calm down." He would say after seeing you flinch, but could you really be blamed? Anyone would flinch at randomly catching a big masked man just standing and staring right at them.

And each time, he would then mutter out,

"..I didn't mean to.. sorry." Barely loud enough for you to hear.

Which brought you to now, you were trying to stay still, pretend you were asleep so he'd eventually go away, pray that maybe you could actually fall asleep and everything would be fine—

"I know you're awake."

Fuck.

His voice came out a little rougher than usual, yet also oddly gentle? It sounded like he had maybe just woken up.

You slowly turned to look back at him, sure enough he was just standing at the doorway, it was dark, the only thing that allowed you to make out his silhouette was the moonlight coming from the window and that's when you noticed it.

He wasn't wearing his mask, in all of this time with him, you had never really seen his face before.

Sure, you caught a glimpse here and there, earlier in the morning where you caught a glance as you watched him shave his small stubble that had grown in, or maybe when you passed by his room while he napped and saw the back of his head. (For a while you even wondered if he slept with the mask on!)

But those were more or so accidental, he had never willingly took off the mask around you and you didn't push it either, you still didn't know him all that much and last thing you wanted was to find out what could happen if you pushed his buttons.

You watched as he then stepped forward and sat down by the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping slightly with his weight for a moment.

He stayed silent, he brought his hands together, he almost looked shy, it was kinda of weird.

"..You couln't sleep..?" You finally spoke up, whispering to him, you turned to lay on your back, looking up at him, it was still dark but you could make out his face slightly better.

He nodded in response.

"..I have a lot of nightmares." He whispered, his voice was soft, tired.

You did remember him mentioning he had worked for the millitary and was forced to retire, but he never went into details, you could only imagine what he had seen.. or done and perhaps it was better only to imagine or else you may also begin to struggle to sleep at night.

You didn't know what to say. He almost looked pitiful, it made you feel a little bad for him, after something thinking you finally spoke up again.

"..Do you.. do you wanna talk about it?" You asked, making sure to keep your tone gentle, you were trying to sound friendly and maybe he would actually open up.

Simon stayed silent for a few moments, he looked hesitant, like he was contemplating if he should open up, you could see with the way he slightly rubbed his wrist.

"..I'm not normal, I'll never be." You found yourself surprised with how vulnerable he sounded.

"Sometimes I wonder, was I always just.. meant to be like this? Did I ever even have a chance to begin with?" He continued lowering his head, running his hand through his short hair, he sounded genuinely frustrated even so, his tone remained gentle.

"..Everytime I walk outside, I see everyone else, I feel like I just don't belong.. I.. I can barely even admit it but I do envy those civies.. who seem to live such carefree lives, I know I will never be as happy and as carefree as them.." He sighed.

Wow, just wow, you never had him open up to you this way, you felt speechless.. what did you even say to comfort him? You wouldn't consider yourself the worst at comforting people but you never invisioned yourself trying to comfort your captor.

".. That's not true.." You sat up on the bed, trying to find your words as you looked at him before looking down at your hands, taking a small breath you spoke up again.

"Nobody is born a certain away, we're all like.. empty books, ready to be written in.. and well.. just because your mid way through doesn't mean that the ending is strictly defined.. change is always a possibility." You knew you sounded a little awkward, still, you tried to be as comforting as you could, trying to spark some hope in him, you even felt a little embarrassed at the example, was it too corny? You hoped not.

You looked up at him and he looked at you which caused you to look away.

"...How do I know I can change..

how do I know I won't just end like him..?" The last part came out a little more quiet, you could only who this "him" was, you felt as if it wasn't the right moment to ask him something like that.

"I..." You didn't know how to answer that, you were just trying to comfort him, you weren't some qualified therapist!

"..I..um.. honestly? I don't know how to answer that, Simon." You looked up at him, both of you now mantaining eye contact.

"But I think that.. if anyone is willing to make an effort to change than it means there's always a chance to do so." You answered as truthfully as you could, before falling silent again.

He looked at you and you looked at him, despite how much you wanted to break eye contact, you didn't. And you honestly weren't too sure on why.

"..Thank you." He whispered and with that, he reached out and took your hand in his, he then looked away, looking down at your hand, you felt as his thumb brushed over your knuckles.

This was perhaps the most intimate moment you had ever shared with him, it made you feel so many different things it was almost overwhelming.

"..You don't have to agree to it if you don't want too by the way but.. can I.." You felt as his grip tighten on your hand ever so slightly, you could feel his nervousness though his touch.

You weren't too sure on why he'd ask it so suddenly and why you had agreed, perhaps it was the slight fear he may get upset if you said no, perhaps it was out of pity... You didn't know.

You just knew that he was now laying in bed with you, some very small distance between the two, you looked at him and looked away and you didn't even have to look at him to know he was doing the same.

You laid just like that, in some awkward uncomfortable silence, until he spoke up again.

"..Can I.. hold you? If you want too.. that is." He asked, he sounded both hesitant and even a little shy.

It was surprising really, who knew the big buff guy who used to be in the millitary and wore skull masks was this awkward about intimacy but you didn't question it.

"Um.. uh, sure.." You agreed, hesitantily so, turning your back to him so he could hold you.

You felt as he scooted closer slowly and placed his hand on your waist first and after he saw you didn't pull away from him, he then hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, spooning you.

Your body was tense for a moment but after seeing how he didn't try anything you eventually relaxed, how could you not? He was big and warm, an amazing combo for someone cuddling you.

"..I just want you to know what you said meant a lot to me, seriously.. I.. care a lot about you, I don't want you to be scared of me." He whispered in your ear, his warm breath made you shiver slightly.

"..I.. wants us to grow together. I want to change.. change for you." He then whispered, that was one of the sweetest things someone had said to you and it was coming from you captor out of all people.

Even so, you felt relaxed and slowly began to drift off...

As you woke up in the morning, you no longer felt him holding you, but the side he had slept in was still a little warm, looking at the nightstand you found a mug of coffee, still hot, just the way you liked it.

Picking it up, taking a sip.. hearing footsteps and looking at the doorway.

He didn't have his mask, so you could see his face way more clearly now, he was holding a tray in his hands, breakfast in bed, nothing fancy really, just some toast, you had known him to not be a man for big grand gestures.

Even so, this small act, made you wonder, before, you'd think back to the future with dread but this sudden development now left you with a new feeling, hope.

Hope for what will come.

[bigmacari]

꧁ ༺ ── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ── ༻ ꧂

Hank(s) x Teasing Reader

☆You fuck with the Hank(s) for a min.

Warning(s) None!

Author Note(s) This was originally a request, but for some reason, I genuinely can't find it. So... here! Possibly the shortest thing I've ever wrote! Sorry to the person who requested 😭

꧁ ༺ ── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ── ༻ ꧂

When you first meet the Hanks, you couldn’t help but mess with them a bit. With energetic and excited smiles, the five Hanks in front of you get into their respective poses. “THE HANKS!”

Their smiles seem contagious as you feel a smile of your own grow on your face. “Well, who's who?” you ask with a hand on your hip. “Oh man! You don’t know?!” the purple one exclaims.

“WE’RE THE HANKS!”

You could tell this was gonna be a long conversation. “Alright, how do I tell you guys apart?”

Starting from the yellow one on the left, they all state what number Hank they are.

“WE’RE THE HANKS!”

“I’m not sure I got that? Who are you again?”

“WE’RE THE HANKS!”

“I’m sorry,” You fake confusion “one more time?”

“WE’RE THE HANKS!”

In that conversation, you got those boys to yell “WE’RE THE HANKS” about 10 times before they caught on, and it was the most amused you have ever been.