Tom extinguished his torch.

Who is holding the torch?

These are pens.

Little hands.

Lift up your arms

You can do everything, you have magical hands!

Tom extinguished his torch.

These pens are his.

These pens are his.

Whose are these pens?

These are his pens.

Whose pens are these?

Whose little hands are these?

Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen.

Good hands you got, huh?

Get out your notebooks and pens.

You have three pens.

You have three pens.

Don't you have a pen?

Don't you have a pen?

These pens are better than those.

Tom has tiny hands.

That's the tip of a ballpoint pen.

An heraldic word meaning torch.

I'm going to pick up that torch.

How am I writing without a pen?

My pen has run out of ink.

Excuse me, do you have a pen?

Small pots have long handles.

These pens are better than those.

Please buy me three pens.

Please buy me three pens.

I usually forget my pens.

You'll wear yourself to a frazzle.

A new generation of politicians is ready to carry the torch onwards.

He carried the torch of peace throughout the world.

Each in her own way. Because then you took the baton.

Okay. Put down your pencils, as they say.

I don't have any pens.

How am I writing without a pen?

Don't touch that doorknob.

Sleeping with just holding hands was really hard.

Or maybe they're all just giant pens.

Such beautiful hands are not made to do these jobs.

But is the torch still burning bright?