 In the kitchen of a suburban house, a grandmotherly woman lays a crocheted red mask on the Formica table and exclaims, "Oh, the sink s blocked up, whatever am I do to?" Her husband repairs to the bedroom; dons mask, superhero costume, and tool belt; climbs out the bedroom window, down a ladder into the front garden, waves to a neighbor, and bursts into the kitchen where his wife has cleared the table, strategically placed a pillow on it, fixed her hair and her necklace, and waits. "This looks like job for Handyman," he says, "Don t you worry you sweet thing, you." His tool belt hits the floor just as the tea kettle whistles.