He chose to climb her foot, from here he could get her attention with tickling her (he knew she was really ticklish) or could traverse her body from her feet up to her back and her head to get her attention there. As he was inching closer to her enormous out-stretched socks he could start to sense a really unique smell which he knew could only come from her feet. Phoebe had a habit to wear the same clothes for a longer period of time than normal people, who knows maybe she liked the feel of worn out clothes or disliked freshly washed ones. The only thing for sure that the smell was getting to Fred. It was cheesy and not exactly like one would imagine the smell of a preteen kid. But it was of no use to complain. He got closer and started to realize that Phoebe's grey socks actually were white and were only grey from the obvious constant use of these socks. Fred reached them and started to climb up, he was now standing on top of the left sole of his twelve year old sister. He felt his feet get wet of the secretions of Phoebe's feet which were squeezing through her worn-out socks. Fred saw her toes wiggle a bit one or two inches away from him, he had to decide how to get her attention.
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