"Auction"
"Don't ever think about it!"
"It's a hundred ship models!" Starsky shifted in his chair at the auction barn, eying the boxes with gleaming eyes.
The auctioneer started at $5.00. Starsky's bidding card shot up.
Hutch scrunched lower and lower in his seat as the war began: Starsky versus a teenager.
Starsky finally dropped out, slumping.
Hutch smoothed his moustache, trying to look blasé as a lot of houseplant pots came up.
Soon Starsky wasn't frowning, but urging his partner on. "C'mon, you can bid higher than that!"
"Starsky, shh!"
Hutch dropped out at twenty dollars.
"You shoulda gone higher!"