Lisa began struggling hard and desperately as she watched her mother approach her with a big, long feather duster.
"Uh oh, I think someone's gonna be a laughing, begging mess in just a few seconds" teased Marge. "Mom please, please, PLEEEEEEEEEEASE" panicked Lisa as the duster got close to her squirming bare feet. "Aw, just look at you beg and struggle. I guess you're still my little tickle bug, huh?" grinned Marge. "Mom, my feet are HORRIBLY ticklish. Have mercy, tickle my armpits of belly but NOT THE FEET" begged Lisa. "Sorry, but those adorable little feet of yours are just BEGGING me to tickle them. Ooh, here it comes. A-TICKLEICKLEICKLE" teased Marge as she began stroking slowly over Lisa's squirming right foot. Lisa's eyes widened and she began reacting right away.
"EEK, AEE, NO PLEEEEEEEEASE. GNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. EHEHEHEHEVEN THIS IS TOO TICKLISH FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MO-HO-HOM, YOU'RE GONNA DRIVE ME CRAHAHAHAHAZYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I GIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIVE, UNCLE, UNCLEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" giggled Lisa loudly. "Uncle? Already? I've barely started yet. Here, try THIS" grinned Marge as she tickled fast over Lisa's left foot now. "*GASP* MOM NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE REALLY TICKLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH PLEASE, MERCY, MERCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE, NO MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOREHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" laughed Lisa. "Itchygitchygoo. Aw, is my little girl still ticklish on her little tootsies? Don't worry Lisa, Mommy's gonna tickle those feet for hours and hours without stopping, just for you" teased Marge. "OH PLE-HEASE DON'T. UHUHUHUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *GASP* NOT THERE. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGETOFFMYTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOESHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA. PLEASEPLEASEPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE IT'S MY PANIC SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT. WOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMOMMYSTAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP" screeched Lisa. "Aw, is someone ticklish on her little piggies? Hehe, this is just like when you were little" smiled Marge.
Just then, Bart walked into the room to see what all the noise was. When Marge saw him, she...
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