You play along with the gang for a minute, jiggling in place, arms reaching up and out for your purse while the lead dog always just manages to yank it out of reach. The mangy pack are yipping and yelping with delight watching you shimmy around in your skimpy bunny suit.
"C'mon! Give it back now!", you whine petulantly, pounding the lanky animal's torso in frustration before hitting on another plan. Desperately, you switch tactics and try to tickle the bully on his sides and hips, figuring since you are really ticklish there, he could be, too!
It gets a laughing reaction from the boss dog alright. He stares down at your feeble pokings and tells you, "Oh, sweetcheeks! We're not on the way to Tickleopolis to be tickled by bunny cuties we're going to tickle `em!", and with that he lets you grab your purse back but still stands on your shoe-tips. He then rapidly tickles you back, causing you to squeal and laugh as you wiggle around in place, unable to move your feet. Now discovering your wicked ticklish hips and sides, the dog causes you to lose balance and topple backwards...right into the arms of the pack.
You are lifted clear off the floor, furry legs and arms pulled in four different directions by four tight gripping paws, when the first cold, wet nose insinuates itself deep between your nylon-clad bunny-cheeks, causing your eyes to bug out. Flailing for all you're worth, you are held aloft, facing the ceiling while dogs on both sides of you begin licking your bare underarms, sending you into frenzied hysterics. One of the dogs yells, "Who's got the peanut butter!", and they all laugh.
You suddenly feel strong jaws pulling ravenously at your heels, yanking them off your nylon-clad bunnyfeet and shaking them around in triumph! "So little Miss Bunny wants a taste of tickling the way we do it out here in the boonies? Okay, boys! Let's tickle her Doggy-Style!", yells the leader, and they all start barking and shouting with excitement as they carry you over to one of the bench-like seats and proceed to: