It is really...really...really hard to stay annoyed when she giggles. It's nigh impossible. No, it is impossible.

So when she tugs his shirt down over his face, as much as Tommy tries to show his severe displeasure at her behavior, his expression dissolves into severe amusement.

Which turns right back into displeasure when she stuffs his t-shirt into his mouth.

"Mraf!"

His eyes widen when her fingers go in for another attack, and he utters another muffled yelp.

"Mrrgh!" he growls oh-so threateningly, because now he can see, and now he can see the bed. Making his way over, he starts to rock back and forth, swinging her from side to side as if getting ready to toss her.

"Mun! Tmoo! Tmoo-ana-half--!"

That's him counting with his mouth full of fabric.