Honestly? Yeah.

They're so pretty:)

Gotcha now, Bitch!

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--SCM was climbin' up Guy Business's tower, but it wasn't the weekend!--

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|Lee - Suction Cup Man -- Ler - Guy Business|

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"Oooh, I've been climbin' up ya towwwerrr! You can kiss my asssss!!"

Guy Business heard distant singing. ...He recognized that voice!

"Ooh, I've been climbin' up ya towwwwerrr! And I'm smudgin' up your glasssss! Hey!"

"HEY! Don't take another SUCK, Suction Cup Man!" Guy Business slammed open his window and was met with a climbing Suction Cup Man. "Ah, top of the tower to ya, business dummy!" Suction Cup Man said with the biggest smile ever, giving Guy Business a little wave. "Don't call me that. And it's a FRIDAY!! IT'S NOT THE WEEKEND!!" Guy Business informed, putting his hands on his hips. "Yeahhhh, but I got bored! Plus, I wanna shout random shit and run away from the cops again!" "Again?" "Yeah, they saw me climbin' up an abandoned school, and I got in trouble for it." Suction Cup Man explained, taking his hands of two of his suction cups and shrugging. "Why... okay... but still! I said only WEEKENDS!" Guy Business shook his head to get out of his confused state and back to his disappointed one. "Pff, okay, and? Whatcha gonna do to stop me?!" Suction Cup Man remarked smugly, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow while smirking. "...Okay that's it." Guy Business stomped away.

Suction Cup Man was there sticking to the window for about 5 minutes until Guy Business came back, huffing. "I don't have any more Anti-Suction Cup window cleaners..." "Haha! Dumbass!" SCM laughed at him. Guy Business huffed, then got an idea. He grinned and then closed the window. Suction Cup Man blinked as his giggles slowed down as his face was a mix of suspicion and confusion. But was met with the closest window opening and being pulled into the building. "W-WOAH HEY!!" SCM was caught of gaurd as he was pulled into the dark building as the window closed behind him. He blinked and looked around the dark room before he looked in front of him and saw Guy Business. He shrieked and fell on his ass. "Ow! The FUCK is your problem!?" Suction Cup Man looked up at Guy Business as fear slowly started to sink in. "You wanna laugh, eh?" Guy Business's grin grew menacing as he stepped closer to SCM. Suction Cup Man gulped and scooted away, scooting into a wall above a window. He had no chance to escape as he looked up at Guy Business with wide eyes. "I'll give you something to laugh about, asshole..." "Wh-What do you meeeeANNNN---" SCM shrieked

Then, laughter filled the room when Guy Business started to tickle Suction Cup Man's stomach. "Ohhhh, NOW, you're laughing!" "BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! H-HEHEHEHEHEY!! UNCAHAHAHALLED FOR!! UNCALLED FOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOR!!" Suction Cup Man put his hands on Guy Business's chest, trying but failing to push him off. "Ohhh, is that a smile? Is that a big smile?! Is it? Yeah? Is it?!" Guy Business teased in a baby voice, making Suction Cup Man's face flush. "NOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NO, IT'S NAHAHAHAHAT!! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE *snort*" Guy Business laughed a little. "Oh my gohohod! Was that a snort?! Oh, I HAVE to hear THAT again!" Guy Business commented, now lightly squeezing behind Suction Cup Man's knees. "WAHAHAHAHAHAIT-- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! YOU AHAHAHAHAHASS!! STAHAHAHAHAP!! *squeak*" Suction Cup Man pounded the floor with his fist. "No way! We made a deal, and you broke it! This is what you get!!" Guy Business laughed. "D-DUHUHUHUHUMMY NOHOHOHOHOHO!!" "I'm sorry, what was that you ticklish man?!" "NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHONT CALL ME THAHAHQHAHAT!! *snort & hic* SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!!" Suction Cup Man felt his face heating up. "...Don't you like play guitar?" Guy Business suddenly asked, raising a brow, now slowly tracing his finger along Suction Cup Man's neck, making SCM scrunch up his shoulders. "H-Hehehehehehe... y-yehehehehehes!!" Suction Cup Man answered the question in between little giggles. Guy Business smirked and started playing Suction Cup Man's ribs like guitar strings. "Is this bow you do it?" Guy Business asked innocently. "GAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT! *snort* OH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHANYTHIHIHIHIHIHING BUT THAHAHAHAHAT! HAHAHAHAHAHA *hic* HAHAHAHAHA!!" Tears started to seep from Suction Cup Man's eyes as he kicked his legs, covering his eyes with his arm and trying to pry Guy Business's hand off of him. "Aww, are your ribs ticklish? Are your widdle bwaby rwibs ticklish?" Guy Business teased, making it worse. "NOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAHAN'T BREEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEATHE!!" Suction Cup Man squealed, snorted, and hiccuped. "Will you do it again?" "NOHOHOHOHOHO!! I WOHOHOHOHON'T JUHUHUHUHUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!! NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!" Suction Cup Man hiccuped and wheezed a little before Guy Business came to a stop

"Good!" Guy Business smiled and got up, dusting himself off. Suction Cup Man huffed and panted, letting out breathless giggles, curling into a ball. Guy Business chuckled a little. "You good?" He asked, genuinely a bit concerned. Suction Cup Man giggled and nodded. "Uh-huh... f-fuck mahan... your insane! Hehehe..." Suction Cup Man giggles came to a stop as he got up and took a deep breath. "OH, wow! Shit I haven't laughed that hard in GOD knows how long! ...Never do that to me again." Suction Cup Man pouted a little, crossing his arms. "Heh, no promises! Now get the fuck outta my tower." "I thought I had to get OFF ya tower." Suction Cup Man remarked back with sass. "Do you want me to tickle you agai--" "Nope, message received." Suction Cup Man cut Guy Business off, and in a panic, fumbled to open the window and get his suction cups. He put two on his feet and jumped out the window, gliding through the air with his suction cups and parachute.

As Guy Business went to close the window he heard a distant and faint: "FUCK YOU!!" He sighed and closed. His window, getting back to work. He knew Suction Cup Man would do this again. But now he had a method to count one. And for once, didn't mind.

💜The End🤍

Heh

A usual sighting of a conversation between me and @ali-the-weirdo

@ali-the-weirdo-reblogs

Two fuckin' fics today let's gooooo

Damn u

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Hello my...

Dearest possessed friend

Hello can you write a total drama tickle fanfic where Harold is a Lee and Duncan, DJ and Geoff are Lers please? And I’m also fine with anything

Why, of course you can! Sorry for the wait, Sunflower!<3

Little Sneak!

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--Harold messed tf up--

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|Lee - Harold -- Lers - Duncan, DJ, & Geoff|

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FT - Courtney, Chris, Owen, & Chef

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Mentioned - Bridgette

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Ships Included - Duncney

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×Based off of the episode "Basic Straining"

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It was Season One of Episode 12 in Total Drama Island. It was now time for the 11th elimination of the season. The Killer Bass team sat down on the tree stumps and Chef standing behind them. Chris walked over to them, holding five marshmallows on his plate. "I only have five marshmallows on my plate." Chris announced to the campers. "And these marshmallows represent the campers that will continue to be campers... here." Chris said, pausing for a moment to add tension. Courtney smirked and rolled her eyes, her hands on her lap, as Duncan looked over to her with the same smirk before they looked at each other romantically. "You've all cast your ballots in the confession can. If I do not call your name, you must immediately go to the dock of shame, catch the boat of losers, and go home." Chris said loudly, pointing to the boat of losers that looked beaten up and had cracked windows. Didn't even look stable! "And you can't come back... ever." Chris said with a menacing little smile on his face before it faded with an annoyed look. Duncan looked a little frightened, Courtney looked at Harold with a smirk and a look that basically said: "You're gone." Harold sat there, unphased, along with Bridgette and Geoff. And DJ looked scared, pulling his body back a little. "Duncan." "Yeah!" Duncan grinned and sat up, walking to go take a marshmallow. Courtney looked beyond happy. DJ squinted his eyes in anticipation. "DJ." "Yeah!" DJ's fear melted away in happiness as he walked over to get his marshmallow. Bridgette smiled and walked over, her hands in her pockets. "Goeff." "Yeah!!" Geoff cheered in victory. What's with the yeahs with those three? Unsure. But, he went over to grab a marshmallow nonetheless. "Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the night." Chris said, holding his plate up with a singular marshmallow on it.

Courtney smirked, knowing Harold be eliminated as Harold stayed calm with a hunched posture. There was a pause, some tension rising before Chris said the name "Harold." Courtney gasped as Harold let out a small whispered "Yes!.." Courtney stood up "What?! You guys voted for Harold over me?" Courtney's voice was filled with betrayal as Harold grinned and walked past her and to his marshmallow. The boys looked shocked, Bridgette was absolutely unphased. "Yes, yes. It's always a shock." Chris said, putting a hand on Courtney's shoulder. Courtney crossed her arms, pissed off. "This is impossible. I demand a recount!" She protested before turning her back on Chris, her arms still crossed. "Awz seriously, dude. I know for a fact there was three of us that didn't vote her off." Duncan looked mad as well, putting a hand on Chris's shoulder, trying to reason that there's been some form of mistake. DJ and Geoff didn't look impressed either. Chris snapped his fingers once Duncan let go. Chef pushed DJ and Geoff out of the way, the two falling to the ground with an oof before he started to walk over to her. Chef grabbed her arm as Chris grabbed the other and started dragging her. "I do not concede! I do not concede!!" She protested once again, struggling the best she could. "Aw, man, this sucks!" Duncan shouted, Geoff and DJ getting up from the ground. "I was your only hope! I was a counselor-in-training!" She shouted more, Geoff patting Duncan's shoulder in comfort as DJ waved goodbye. "Let go of me!" Courtney gritted her teeth as Chris and Chef looked at each other, grinning and nodding before literally throwing her in the filthy ass boat. "You are going to hear from my attorney." She threatened, sitting up as her hands supported her. "Courtney wait!" Duncan called, running over to the boat. "I made this for you!" He held up a wood carved skeleton head before throwing it over to the moving boat she was on. "Duncan!" She sounded like she could cry in happiness as she caught it. "Ok, this is really weird and creepy!" She said, looking at it before smiling again. "But I love it! I'll never forget you!!" She held it to her chest as she waved goodbye. Duncan looked slightly distraught as he waved bye.

Harold was at the campfire, roasting his Marshmallow. He lifted it up as it was on fire as he zoned out and thought for a bit.

"Who made smores out of my underwear?!" Harold stormed in, holding a smore with his underwear replacing the marshmallows. Duncan and Geoff just chuckles, sitting outside their cabin.

As they were holding canoes, Geoff got a finishing rod and attached it to Harold's underwear before spinning the handle as his underwear started to lift up before it ripped. "Owww-!" He exclaimed, putting his arms down as Courtney looked at him. "Idiots!"

Harold was drinking juice before spitting it out on the ground. "That's not juice!" "Oh. Oh, my mistake, dude." Duncan apologized, stifling a chuckle as Geoff stood beside him, smirking.

After all that... Harold took it upon himself.

In the confessional, Harold put a box on his lap and screwed off the screws with his screwdriver, lifting up the lid. "You guys think you're sooo funny... let's see how you like it when someone messes with your love life." Harold pulled out papers/photos from the box before pulling ones out from his shirt/chest and replacing the real ones with the fake, putting it in the box.

Harold grinned evily as his thoughts were over before blowing out the fire on his marshmallow.

"Ohhhhohoho! Chef, c-c'mere, you GOTTA see this!" Chris laughed in his camera room as Chef walked over. "What is it, Chris?" "Oh-- ohoho! Look at this!" Chris replayed the scene in the confessional. There was a pause before the two laughed aloud. "Oh! This is priceless! Imagine the drama we could create!" Chris laughed, a hand on his stomach. "Haha! Oh, imagine." Chef chuckled and pat Chris's shoulder before leaving. "Heh... oh, yeah. I can imagine." Chris snickered evily before saving the clip and sending it to Duncan's phone with a little talent.

Duncan was scrolling on his phone before he got a text message. He sighed and sat up, opening the text. He raised a brow as he saw the video and clicked on it. The more the video continued, the more his eyed widened. Thought when it ended, his expression turned from shock to absolute anger.

"Who is this?!"

He messaged, receiving no response. "OH, THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!" He shouted, throwing his phone at the door. The door opened, and Owen got hit with the phone, right on the head. "OW!" Owen rubbed his head before falling on the floor. "Ooh... jeez, man! What's up?" DJ asked, looking at Duncan. "That ninja wannabe tampered with the votes and got Courtney voted off!" Duncan sat up, cracking his knuckles. "I will beat the absolute--" "Woah, woah! Calm down, man! Who knows what he'll do next if you end up hurting him?" Geoff got up instantly, putting his hands on Duncan's shoulders. Duncan sighed. "You're right... but still! We can't let this go! He took her away on purpose!" "Guys, guys! There are many ways to give someone what they deserve! Violence is not included!" DJ got down from his bunk, walking over to the two. "Then what do you suggest we do?" Duncan asked, fed up. "Hmm... well, there is one way. My mama used to do it to me." DJ said, shrugging with a smile. "Well, what is it?" Geoff took his hands off of Duncan, looking at DJ. "Duncan may not like it, but... worth a shot?"

Harold was chilling at the elimination area, chilling with the fire. "So... you like tempering with votes, do ya?" Duncan came out of the shadows, pissed off. DJ and Geoff on either side of them with their arms crossed. All the confidence left Harold immediately. "Um..." "No ums. You know what you did, and we're here for the sake of Courtney, man." Geoff said as the two nodded. "W-Well, in my defense--" Harold got cut off. "DJ, hold em." Duncan ordered as DJ nodded. DJ walked up behind Harld, grabbing his wrists and lifting them up over his head as the two stood. "W-Wait! Let me go!!" Harold squirmed as Geoff and Duncan whispered. "Wh-What are you two gonna do...?" Harold whispered in slight fear. "Hm, well, it's been decided. Geoff." Geoff nodded before walking up to Harold. Harold squinted his eyes shut. ...Nothing happened? Harold peeked until he felt wiggly ass fingers on his sides, which made his eyes slam shut

"PFFT-- Wahahait!-- Guhuhuhuys!!" Harold laughed, his legs kicking. "If you kick me in the nuts, we're gonna have more problems, man." Geoff threatened. "No-- nohoho! Stohohohohop!" Harold wriggled the best he could. "Hmm... try his hips." Duncan had his arm crossed still as Geoff nodded and squeezed his hips as Harold squealed. "*snort* Nohoho! Cuhuhut thahahat ohohohout!" He squirmed and struggled to get out of DJ's grip. "Hmm... DJ, try the ribs." DJ nodded and held Harold's wrists with one hand before digging into his ribs. "NOHOHO-- *snort* plehehease!! StohoHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!" Harold squealed, his legs kicking still. "We aren't gonna stop, unless you're sorry for voting unfairly." Duncan commented as the two nodded. "NeheheheHEHEHEVER!!" Harold shook his head frantically, not giving in. "Ooh, Duncan, try his knees!" Geoff said as Duncan sighed. "This is so childish..." He grumbled before kneeling down and squeezing his knees. "NOHOHOHOHO!! *snort* DUHUHUHUHUHUNCAHAHAHAHAN!!" Harold lost it completely, snorting up a damn storm and kicking his free leg. "If you kick me, I swear..." Duncan huffed. "I- I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T HEHEHEHEHELP IHIHIHIHIHIT!! *hic snort*" "Oh, look... it hiccups..." Duncan grinned a little. "SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!! *snort*" Harold shook his head and squirmed frantically. "Hmm... try his ears, DJ." Duncan commented as DJ nodded, tickling behind his ear. "NAHAHA-- *snort* DJ PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" Harold laughed, his laughter growing a little once DJ kept switching from behind his ear and circling his fingers in his ear. Geoff smirked and shot his hands up to Harold's underarms. God dammit. Three of his death spots. "OHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD!! PLEHEHEHEASE-! N-NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!!" Some tears rolled down his face from laughing so much. "Awh, he's kinda adorable!" DJ commented with an innocent smile. "SHUHUHUT-- NAHAHAHAHA!! *snort*" His glasses wee fogging up a bit. "Are you sorry?" DJ asked with a raised brow. "YEHEHES-! YES, I'M SOHOHOHOHOHO SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!" "Will you do it again?" Geoff asked. "NOHOHOHO-- I WOHOHOHOHOHON'T!!" "And will you apologize to her once we vote you off?!" Duncan asked through gritted teeth. "YEHEHEHEHES!! I WIHIHIHIHILL! I WILL-- JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!"

The three stopped as DJ let Harold go. Harold panted, lying on the ground. "Ugh..." he groaned and wiped the tears away. "Well, that was fun! Yet... *yawn* I'm tired." DJ stretched. "Same... c'mon, dudes." Geoff, Duncan, and DJ walked to the cabin, leaving Harold on the ground. "N-Note to self... don't piss off Duncan..." Harold sighed and closed his eyes slightly

💚~End~🤎

*Takes it away*

Nuh uh..

Augh woke up sick

I added you into my besties list :3

AWWWWW RANDOMMM:D🫶

(I saw on ur thing that um I not on ur "Call me Rat" list so uh imma js call you random:3)

(Muted the volume:3)

@totaldramafluffstuffz As promised!<3

Everything's gonna be ok

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--Mike was feeling sad and gloomy. Some of the alters had a talk and agreed on one thing--

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|Lee: Mike (Some Vito)||Lers: Svetlana, Manitoba, and Vito|

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"Mate, what's got ya so down?" The Australian (hot) alter asked, putting his hand on Mike's shoulder. "Hm?.. Oh... nothing. I'm alright, Mani..." Mike sighed and hugged his legs. "Oi, you can't fool me, Mike." Mani sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Ey! I'm still here, y'know." Vito grumbled and crossed his arms. "Yes, Vito, I see you." Manitoba sighed, looking at the (annoyingly) confident one.

Then, a familiar annoying, high-pitched happy tone came from behind the Australian one. "Oh, hey Svetlana." Vito waved and had a very confident smug smile on. "Heya Svet." The Australian sighed. "Hi!" Svetlana giggled and had that normal sparkle in her eyes. She looked down at Mike, and her smile faded slightly. "Mike? Are yo--" She got cut off.

"I'M FINE!! CAN YOU GUYS JUST F**K OFF?!"

Vito, Mani, and Svet stared at Mike and fell silent. They all blinked at the same time and looked at each other. "I--... I'm sorry--..." Mike sighed and got up, walking off. "Wait-- Mike..." Svetlana was about to walk after him until Manitoba got up and stopped her, putting his arm in front of her. "It's not gonna work. If we can't get an answer out of him, and he's denying that he isn't ok, then we have to TRY and make him feel better." Mani sighed as he took his arm out of her way. "Eh... just one of his moods. He'll get over it!" Vito checked his nails. Mani raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "This ain't no mood, mate. He be upset." Vito huffed once Mani said that. "It'll be fine! It was just one outburst." Vito put his hands on his hips. Mani growled a little. "Vito--" "Plus, it ain't that big of deal. It's just a-- AHH--"

Vito got cut off by Mani pouncing on him and poking everywhere. Vito's ribs, sides, stomach, and belly button. "Pff-- Mahahani!! NOHOHOHO-- STAHAHAHahahahaha!!" Vito kicked his legs and tried to get up, which was impossible because Mani was sitting on his waist. "Don't be so smug and annoying next time, Vi!" Mani teased and poked Vito's belly button. "MAHAHAHAHANI!!!" Vito screamed and tried to push Manitoba off of him. Mani laughed along with Vito and kept poking him.

Svetlana then got an idea

"Wait, guys!" Svetlana started, getting the two's attention. "What?" Mani stopped poking Vito, as Vito took that chance to breathe. "What if... we just tickle Mike? To... y'know, cheer him up!" Svetlana put her hands together and smiled brightly. Mani blinked and looked down at Vito, who was underneath him. "Eh, as long as I get to tickle someone." Mani smirked and dug his finger into Vito's side. "*Squeal* Ehehehevil!! Evil Leheheher!!" Vito giggled, making Svet giggle as well.

Mike sat alone somewhere and sighed. Then, out of nowhere. "Hi Mike!!" Said the three, all at once, making Mike jump. "AH-- O-Oh... hey guys... look... I'm sorry for--..." Mike started but got cut off. "Eh, don't worry about it, mate!" Mani said, more... happier than usual. He sat down next to Mike, smiling. Svetlana rushed behind Mike and hugged him from behind. "We're here for ya!" Mike looked confused as hell as he looked up at Vito. "Exactly! No need to be sorry! It was just one outburst. " Vito sat on Mike's legs and put on a not bitchy confident smile for once. "Ok... what's going on? You guys are acting weird.." Mike got chills sent down his spine as he curled up a little. "We know you've been sad, Mike." Vito started, "You aren't good at hiding it... at all." Svetlana continued, looking at Manitoba. "So, we came to cheer ya up!" Manitoba finished. Mike looked down at the ground for a second. 'But what could that... wait-..' Mike thought as he soon realized what they meant.

Vito smiled and wiggled his fingers that hovered over Mike's stomach. "You ok, Mike?" Vito chuckled evily. Manitoba put his finger on Mike's ribs, and Svetlana held Mike's arms/wrist up above his head. "W-Wahahait... guhuhuys... noho--" Mike giggled nervously, squirming a tiny bit. "What? I'm not even..." Vito smirked. Then, Mani and Vito sprung into action without warning, making Mike SQUEAK. "...touching you! Heh-ha!" Vito chuckled, scribbling his fingers softly all over Mike's stomach. "EEP-- ehehehehehe... nohohohoho! Ihihit tihihihickles!!" Mike giggled and squirmed around a little. "That's the point, silly!" Svetlana giggled, watching as Manitoba poked gently in between Mike's ribs. "Guhuhuhuys! Quihihihihihit ihihit! Hehehehehe!" "Aww, why would we do that? Does it tickle?~" Mani teased, lightly spidering up and down Mike's sides and ribs. "Yehehehehes!!" Mike squeaked and kicked his legs just a bit. "Thihihihis is sohohoho childish!!"

Vito and Manitoba stopped for a second before Mani chuckled. "He's all yours guys." "Wait whaaAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA--" Mike SCREAMED as two of his death spots were now targeted. Vito got off Mike's legs and started to squeeze and tickle behind Mike's knee, while Svetlana let go of Mike's wrist and tickled his armpits, making Mike clamp his arms down to his side. "NAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHOHO! WAHAHAHAHAIT--" Mike squirmed SO MUCH. "Alright, come here, ya nugget!" Mani lifted up Mike's shirt a little and circled/poked his finger around Mike's belly button. "OHOHOHOHO, MY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! IT'S TO MUHUHUHUHUCH!! NAHAHAHAHA!!" Mike screeched and screamed as he wriggled around like a worm. "Does someone have a ticklish little belly? Yeah? Do they?~" Mani teased, making Mike blush. "NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEHEASING! AHHAHAHAHAHA!" Vito chuckled. "Do ya feel better, Mike?" All Vito got in response was little hiccups and laughter. "I think that's a maybe~" Svetlana said in a sing song-y way. "We can't have that now, can we? Svetlana..." Vito looked at Svet, giving her THE look. She squealed in happiness and blew a raspberry on Mike's neck. "*S Q U E A L* NAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT-- OH FUHUHUHUHUHUCK-- STAHAHAHAHAHA-- OH MY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!" There were tears in the corner of Mike's eyes as he blushed, kicked, and squirmed around like a madman. "Do you feel better?~" Manitoba asked, poking inside Mike's bellybutton. "*snort* YEHEHEHEHES!! I DO!!! I DOHOHOHOHO!! EHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! *squeal*" Once he said that, Manitoba, Vito, and Svetlana stopped, letting Mike breathe.

Svetlana hugged Mike from behind and petted his head. "You ok now?" She asked softly. Mike let out little breathless giggles as he nodded. "M-Mhmhmhmhm..." Mike curled into a little ball and covered his mouth to stop giggles from pouring out. "Anyway, job here is done-- WOAH--" Mani pounced on Vito again, poking him everywhere on his stomach. "MAHAHAHAHANI!! AHAHAHAHAHAGIN?!" Vito screeched and tried... he really tried to push Mani off of him. "I'm still not done with you, brat!" Mani laughed along with Vito, poking and tickling him.

Mike and Svetlana looked at the two before bursting out laughing. "Is this gonna be normal now?" Mike said, wiping away a previous tear from his eye. Svetlana let go of Mike, chuckling. "Maybe so."

<End!!>