This isn't a complete story - it's a little sample I threw together for a writing discussion on a reddit thread. I was trying to find the funny in a scenario and I'm not sure I succeeded. If I actually have any readers (feel free to say hey if you wanna), and you have any ideas as to how to make this work better, I'm all eyeballs.
The door smacked against the wall as Horace burst through, beaming with his latest find. He held the box up in two hands. "You'll never guess!"
Sighing, Caroline pushed her goggles up.
"No, honey, this is incredible. He dropped the box on the workbench with a heavy thud. "I was down on Market, you know that shop there, the one with the gargoyles? One of them called me over, I swear. Not really, but, you know. The way they do." His hands had already moved past the flaps and into the box. They emerged with -- what in Christ was it?
Then she figured it out. It was a chainsaw. Orange with rust, festooned with thin leather gloves.
"Don't you see? It's an automatic face-slapper!"
"Oh, sweetie," Caroline said, gently so he wouldn't bruise. "I don't--that's an art project at best."
"No no no!" Horace protested. "It still works!"