His teeth screamed, "Brush me!", but were quickly silenced by the flow of a Guinness with raw egg across them. He smiled a semi-toothless grin, and winked.
His brother sighed, hesitant to leave this man with his adopted son.
The mother sang, "Do you think it's alriiiiiight, to leave the boy with Uncle Ernie? Do you think it's alriiiiight, he's had a few too many tonight! Do you think it's alright?"
"I think it's alright, yes, I think it's alright..."
As the couple walked out the door, Uncle Ernie pulled out his rubber gloves. He knew that what he was going to do was going to be messy.
He sang, slung the deaf, dumb, and blind boy over his shoulder and carried him up the stairs. His boots glistened, the only clean thing on him.
Uncle Ernie opened and shut his overcoat with a frantic air, again and again. Singing more. He laid the unsuspecting boy down on the bed, and pulled out his tool.
First a mechanical "BOING!" was heard, followed by wild laughter and loud slurping noises.
The father and mother returned home, only to hear these strange sounds eminating from their son's room. Uncle Ernie's brother stormed up the steep staircase.
He burst open the door.
Uncle Ernie and Tommy were sitting calmly, harmlessly sipping milkshakes.
" 'S chocolate! Ya want one?"