Buster woke up in his cell.
He was shirtless and barefoot, and didn't know what to expect.
He was sentenced to the tickle prison for 3 months for stealing a fossilized dinosaur footprint from the museum.
He had been told yesterday that today would be when his punishment sessions started, but he hadn't been told exactly what the punishment was.
A guard came into buster's cell.
"Alright prisoner, on your feet" said the guard.
Buster did as he was told, and got out of bed onto his feet.
The floor was made of concrete, and was very cold under Buster's bare feet.
"Ooh, it's cold. Can I please have my socks back?" asked Buster.
"No. Footwear is forbiden in this prison. If you are found wearing footwear or possessing footwear, you will be subjected to our worst punishments and your sentence goes up another month" said the guard.
"Ok" said Buster.
"Alright, come with me" said the guard.
Buster was taken down a hallway and eventually came to two rooms.
"Ok prisoner. These are the preparation room, where we prepare you for punishments, and the punishment room, where you'll wish you'd never committed a crime" said the guard
Buster noticed there was frantic laughter from other prisoners in the punishment room.
"What's in the punishment room? Why are they laughing?" asked Buster.
"Don't worry prisoner, you'll find out soon enough" said the guard.
First, buster was taken into the preparation room.
Inside, there were lotions and oils everywhere, and a table in the middle of the room.
"Lie down on that table, and we'll get started" said the guard.
Buster did as he was told, and the guard walked up to him with a bottle of moisturizing lotion.
The guard rubbed the lotion all over buster's tummy, armpits and feet.
"This is weird" said Buster.
Eventually, buster was told to get up, and the guard led him into the punishment room.
Buster soon realized why the other prisoners were laughing.
The guards were tickling them. Some with fingers, some with feathers, some with much worse tools.
Buster saw Timmy Turner, from Fairy Odd Parents, in a set of shackles.
His arms were above his head, and a guard spider tickled his pits.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA. I'M SAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAARRY, I'LL NEVER BREAK ANOTHER LAW, I PROMISE. NOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO. NOT THE PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIIIIITS, IT'S MY WORST SPOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOT" screamed Timmy.
He also saw Phineas Flyn, form Phineas and Ferb, locked in a set of stocks while two guards ran a feather up each bare foot.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA. NO PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, DON'T TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIICKLE MY FEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEET. NO, NOT THE TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOES. I'M SORRY FOR ANNOYING MY BIG SISTER BY BUILDING CRAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAZY THINGS IN THE BACK YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAARD. AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA" cried Phineas as his toes wiggled desperately
"Wait, the punishment is TICKLING?" asked Buster.
"Yes. The rules say every prisoner must endure at least THREE one hour session every day" said the guard.
"Oh PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME. I'M TOO TICKLISH, I'LL DIE IF YOU DO THAT" cried Buster.
"No you won't" said the guard.
"So, what now?" asked Buster.
The guard told buster...
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