Starring: Matt Bomer as Guy Handsome, Jared Leto as Joe Handsome and Special Guest Star Rosario Dawson as the Goddess Pele.
Guest Star: Neil Patrick Harris as Nathaniel Winkle
It has to be said, that even though afflicted with Pele's curse, and unable to go into the mainstream stores, those which proudly (or wickedly) display signs proclaiming: No Shirt No Shoes No Service, this did not decrease the Handsome brother's need for supplies and sundries. It caused them to investigate the virtues of the small business owner, who valued trade above wardrobe.
Winkle's was one of those stores where a shirtless man could indeed buy a gallon of milk, some bread, peanut butter and other goods to keep body and soul together. So it was that, when on their way to work early one morning, they saw Nat Winkle's truck under an underpass, they pulled their pedicabs over and asked, “heya, Natty, sup?”
Nathaniel Winkle, technically the eighth, called Natty to distinguish him from his father, who went by the moniker Nat-fish (neither brother had yet had the time and temerity to ask regarding this.)
“Damn hammer.” Natty was somewhat sooty and looked at them from behind his thick round glasses. His white deli coat showed some stress from being on the ground.
Joe knelt and looked. “Wow, you don't see that every day.” There was claw hammer that had impaled the right rear tire of the Winklemobile.
“It's like I am cursed. You can't imagine what it is like!” The younger Winkle exclaimed.
“You might be surprised,” Joe replied quietly.
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Natty spread his hands in exasperation. “No matter where, no matter what, it is always a hammer.”
Pragmatic, Guy said, “have a jack? We can help you change the tire.” He peeked under the truck for the spare, “You have a flat spare.” He looked at Joe, “There is another hammer in it.”
“No way,” Joe’s voice was hushed.
“Way,” Guy nodded, truth being stranger than fiction.
Joe hunkered to look under the truck, “Look at that!'
“Hammer.” Natty sighed.
“No problem,” Guy said, “hop in the cab, and we'll take you to pick up a tire and bring you back.”
“First we should push you out from in the underpass, you can't believe how unsafe...” He didn't even get the words out when they heard a squeal of tires and crunching from above themselves! Down poured a familiar smelling golden liquid. On the other side of the underpass a sound like hail, or beads echoed.
“Even in the face of disaster, life can be all beer and skittles!” Natty stated and then shouted, “ow!” As a hammer dislodged from the I beam above them and landed on his foot.
