"All right, gettin' to the most important of street-livin' now! You listening?"

"Yeah!"

"First you gotta put up a fist. Holdin' it real tight!"

"Ummmm." A motion. "Like this?"

"I dunno... you really squeezin'?"

A pause, all thought, and five little nods, strung together in earnest succession. "Uh huh!"

"Now hold it out... careful, careful! Y'only wanna do this with friends you trust, got it? All right..."

A bigger hand reaches down. Gently, their knuckles bump together. His sinking glasses flash; he pushes them back as his grin breaks wide.

"Now that," Mister Noodle explains, beaming, "is called a hobro-fist!"