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 😭
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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.
Both my beloveds (so androgynous that I only take off the boobs to make her a boy) but I really think they're both so Tim there's no difference no matter with boobs or not
“He’s got her, gus, he’s got my mom” Okay I know I didn’t like her at first but that is SO NOT COOL dude. Augh I’ve been stabbed 27 times nobody talk to me.