They could use some help

Hank wore a look of concern on his face, not certain that the goings-on in Stuart's van were entirely benign. He whispered his worries to Veevee, but she remained calm and certain of her judgment, and directed her noble husband's gaze through a side window.

"Look closely," she said, indicating a good angle on the glass. Hank cupped his hands around his eyes and peered stealthily into the dark cabin. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust, but it wasn't long before he could safely declare that the vehicle occupants were not displaying behavior typical of hostages...although, knowing his friends...and his family...and his family's friends...he supposed that anything might be possible...

Inside, Hank saw a half-naked man on his knees sporting a full erection, and just in front of him, a woman face up and not looking very comfortable; her hands were bound and trapped under the weight of her back. Meanwhile, the man inched in closer, filling the wide space between his partner's open thighs, brandishing his hard-on like a lethal weapon. Of course, his own bonds made him less than intimidating, and it was clear that this poor fellow was merely taking a few random stabs in the dark, to no avail. Hank and Veevee suppressed their laughter, but then they noticed someone within the van who apparently didn't bother to suppress his own. Hank could just make out a voice as he pressed his ear close to the body of the vehicle. "This is hilarious," it declared.

The Super Surf Van was a nice piece of custom detailing, but the fact remained that it was bought for pennies, and that was probably a fair price back whenever it was made. So it was little surprise to Hank that the voices from inside came out as clearly as they did. The thing was probably as well insulated as a wire cage.

It must sound like a jet if they ever take this thing on the highway, Hank imagined.

The voice continued, "You sure you don't wanna do it with Rei? I guarantee it'll go a lot faster."

"Yah, I'm ready to go again," piped up a female voice-- probably this "Rei" person, Hank thought.

"Just hold on," said another, male this time-- not the first, although still familiar.

"We can do it."

By this time Veevee, too, was listening intently and taking furtive peeks through the back window. She patted her husband excitedly on his back.

"What?" he whispered.

"Don't you know who's in there?" she questioned.

"Who?"

"Don't you know your own son's voice?" Veevee asked, slightly flabbergasted.

"Oh," Hank muttered, "but who're the rest?"

"Must be Bernie, at the very least."

"Do you think he knows what he's doing?" Hank wondered.

Veevee giggled into her hand as she returned from another glance through the window. Though she could not see her son Gary's face, she knew it had to be him.

"No, I don't think so," she said, smiling, "Oh my poor little son..."