Disclaimer: "Fanboy and Chum Chum" belongs to Eric Robles and Nickelodeon.
Teeth
"Psst—Chum Chum! Look what I can do." With pencils raised in preparation (their erasers chewed down to the metal casing), Fanboy advanced with all the silence and grace of the ninja he often aspired to be. His target was a softly snoring classmate nearby. Kyle the Conjurer had spent most of the previous night brewing an invisibility potion—an extensive process and a delicate concoction requiring constant monitoring—and was now making up for lost sleep at his desk, using his (rather disgruntled) Necronomicon as a pillow.
Fanboy peered over the wizard, the three exposed teeth easily accessible. After glancing back to make sure Chum Chum was still watching, the elder superhero began tapping the (would-be) eraser ends of his pencils on Kyle's protruding teeth, the metal ends chiming against them like a xylophone. While his sidekick preformed an impressively noiseless dance, Fanboy expertly played the ManArctica theme song. However, he insisted on finishing the tune even as Kyle stirred, and managed to strike the last note as the other boy woke.
"What? What is the meaning of this?" the conjurer demanded.
"You make the best instrument I've ever heard, Kyle!" Chum Chum approved.
Kyle, however, shot a very disapproving glare at Fanboy, who blinked obliviously. He then offered his school chum the pencils.
"Oh, I'm sorry; did you wanna try?"
Kyle's glare sharpened.
"Any…requests?"
"I request that you leave me alone!" the rudely awakened boy repositioned his head on the spell book, inciting muffled (and unheeded) protests from the talking tome.
"Make that 'demand'," Kyle added, and hid his teeth behind one arm to bar Fanboy from repeating the offense. Never minding that his skinny arm barely covered the enormous incisors.
"I don't know what those braces are for," Fanboy mused. "Those teeth will never fit back in his mouth."