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Late Night Thoughts

I can make Sheldon Cooper lose his mind in 10 words or less; It is scientifically impossible to kill every germ.

And now for a mind-numbing, deep thought that I'm struggling to wrap my head around. TW: Talks of dimentia/Alzheimers, talks of a loss of memory and loss of ones self.

A person's life is made up of memories, right? And it's through those memories that a person grows psychologically, mentally, and emotionally. We talk about our regrets because they stick with us as painful memories. Usually, we'd rather avoid such memories because they are uncomfortable to replay in our minds. And yet, we feel a small sense of pride for learning from those regrets...because our thoughts on the memory changed, we had grown further as a person. Without that specific experience, we would not have emotionally and psychologically matured. With this in mind...A reminder that a person with dementia/alzheimers is slowly losing their memories. They're losing the one thing in their life that formed them as an individual human. That is likely why a dementia patient's personality changes so drastically. For example: My grandma has the early signs of dementia. Back in her late 20's to early 50's, she had been a perfectionate, stubborn woman. But seeing how her actions affected the others around her, she spent the next few decades actively trying to improve herself to be more loving, generous, caring and supportive. But because of the dementia, her younger personality is slowly leaving her mind and coming out in her words and actions. She is losing those memories...and she is losing those years of practice she remembered developing in order to improve herself. Without those memories of practicing, she forgets those coping mechanisms and returns to the person she originally was. This also may explain why moderately progressed dimentia patients regress to a younger version of themself...Because those memories they formed later on in life, are nearly non-existant by that point. All they really remember was their younger years. And depending on the day and their mind's progression, their body may regress to their older adult self, their younger adult self, and eventually their childhood. It's an absolutely terrifying disease that is incredibly hard to treat...cause once those memories are gone, there is no getting them back. Sorry if I terrified you, or made you sad while reading this...It's just thoughts I had going through my head at 3:27am.

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Spreading the word for others! Death threats and anon hate is NOT TOLERATED ON MY BLOG. If anybody figures out the name of this blog, please block them and report them. Mental health is a serious issue, and it’s people like this that make it harder to deal with.

Never underestimate the power of words. A simple sentence could cause a death.

Attention SFW Tickle Community!

I never thought I, of all people, would be the one to do this, but I have news to share…

There has been an anon going around, telling people of the SFW tickle community to delete their account and sending multiple death threats. These screenshots of their messages came from a friend of mine who was a member of this community. This anon would frequently send messages such as this, causing them to turn off anon asks. They also shared that they made a whole account dedicated to harassing them, and most likely others. It seems to have been deleted, but the threats and messages didn’t stop. After they were turned on again, the same anon continued to send these messages, leading them to turn off anon asks as a whole.

It has gotten even worse with the recent update I got from my friend: this anon has begun to hack people’s accounts as well. This happened to my friend’s mutual, whose name I will not disclose for their safety, and this same anon threatened to do the same to my friend, leading them to deleting their account. From what I have heard as of late, they have not attacked anyone else yet, but I am making this post in order to protect other members of the SFW tickle community and prevent more people from being subjected to these disgusting comments.

PLEASE

I implore everyone in the SFW tickle community who sees this to turn off anon asks, and perhaps inbox asks in general. If you do not wish to turn off inbox asks at all, do not respond to these messages should you get them: Immediately IP block/block this user and spread the word of their wrongdoings. These types of people are disgusting for attacking people for having harmless fun, and I will not stand for it.

Thank you for reading. Please reblog this post to reach more people.

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Update

So, I am not sure if I'll be able to upload fanfics the next couple weekends because I have been working on school work this last weekend. It's essentially crunch time, so I'll be focusing on finishing assignments and doing my final tests. I apologize...however, I have been putting school first, so I will continue to do that.

Furthermore, I will still be trying to keep on top of the prompts. However, I have been struggling with the motivation, and have been writing my own fanfic ideas on the side. Though I am working on the prompt list, it's been extra slow lately. I genuinely apologize for that as well. I am heavily backed up on requests, so I'm considering temporarily closing my inbox.

Thanks for being so patient! ~Pocket

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The Orbeez Monster

Brandon, Cameron, and Angel have just finished filming the 'Hilarious 5 Minute Crafts 100 Million Orbeez Extended Version' video. But when Brandon gets a little too playful, Angel comes up with an entire plotline for a non-existant, childish creature...and Cameron is here for it!

This fanfic was a fun little idea I came up with after watching the playful video it's based on. As a result, this fanfic is going to have some spoilers for both the originsl video, and the extended version. So, I advise you click the link and watch the video before reading the fanfic.

Brandon, Cameron and Angel were in a pool of 100 million Orbeez water beads, and about 10 percent dark soil mix. They had filled the entire studio with these beads and dirt as a part of their 5 Minute Crafts video. The boys had calmed down from their Orbeez pool wrestling, and were now chilling out in the Orbeez pool. Honestly from an outsider, seeing 3 grown men ‘swimming around’ in a pool of over 100 million Orbeez water beads, was a hilarious way to end off the video. But even though the video was pretty much finished, Brandon didn’t get up to turn it off. 

“Aren’t you gonna stop the camera?” Cameron asked. 

“Nah…” Brandon replied as he bent his knees down to engulf his belly in the Orbeez pool. “Might want to save some footage for the BTS channel.” He admitted. Though if Brandon was to be completely honest…he just didn’t feel like turning off the camera anytime soon. 

Plus he’s got at least half the battery left in the camera…so why not? 

“So…” Brandon said as he started to sink himself further into the Orbeez pool. 

“So…?” Angel asked him, still wearing his green hood. 

“What now?” Cameron asked, bringing himself back down into the Orbeez pool. 

“I don’t know.” Angel admitted. 

Brandon looked at Angel with a deadpan look on his face…before jumping up and flopping onto Angel once more. This ‘whale flop on Angel’ had been their bit during the last 2 minutes of the video. Cameron had been doing it too beforehand. But this time, he just bursted out laughing as he watched. 

“Dude…” Angel muttered. 

“Oh, it’s in your sweater?” Brandon asked in an accent that showed the slightest bit of a Spanish accent. “How ‘bout dis?” Brandon declared before flopping onto Angel’s chest. 

Aaah-!” Angel poked his arm in an attempt to get him off. “Brandon.” He poked his side a few times. 

“AH- No stop!” Brandon yelled, falling off Angel and into the Orbeez pool. 

“Stop what?” Angel asked. 

“Poking me!” Brandon replied. 

Cameron turned to look at Angel, and smirked. “Poking you?” Cameron poked his exposed right side a few times. “STOP!” Brandon yelled. 

“Who would do such a thing?” Cameron teased. 

“No one, that’s who.” Angel replied, also poking the closest side to him. 

Brandon jumped and wheezed, before sinking into the orbeez pool to try and escape them. But all this did was make Cameron and Angel follow him into the colorful abyss. 

A few seconds later, Brandon’s head and shoulders popped out of the pool as a typical Brandon screech left his mouth. “STOPSTOPDOHOHON’T!” Brandon flopped backwards, with a large wobbly smile on his face. “HAHAHAhahaha!” 

“We got ‘em!” Cameron declared, throwing his fists into the air. “We got the Orbeez monster!” He declared. 

“Orbeez monster?!” Angel gasped. 

“Yeah! It’s been swimming around us all this time.” Cameron told him. 

“I have NOT!” Brandon argued. 

Cameron picked up the front half of the raw red fish. “-And he’s been terrorizing us with his fishy friends.” Cameron finished his sentence. 

“Ew, gross!” Angel reacted with disgust, still holding Brandon. 

“I have NOT- Well…” Brandon muttered, taking back his blatant lie. 

“Mhm!” Cameron nodded and crossed his arms. “And do you know how to deal with the orbeez monster?” Cameron asked Angel next. 

“I believe I do, Cameron.” Angel replied with a smirk. 

“Oh?! That's good, cause I don’t. Please tell me.” Cameron rested his chin against the palm of his hand. 

“Well I don’t know about you…” Angel brought Brandon closer to Cameron. “But I like to pick him up…” Angel lifted Brandon higher to show the camera his grip on Brandon. “And I like to tickle him.” Angel started squeezing and digging his fingers into Brandon’s gripped sides. 

Brandon spazzed and threw his body around. “ANGELNO!” Brandon threw his head back and wheezed, before wiggling like a madman to get out of Angel’s grip. 

“Wow!” Cameron reacted, a little too enthusiastically. “Have you done this before?” Cameron asked more casually. Angel grunted and yelped as Brandon wiggled out of his grip, knocking them both into the orbeez pool. “NO-!” Angel yelled before his screech was muffled by the orbeez. 

Cameron dove into the Orbeez pool after Brandon, and emerged from the pool with Brandon in his arms. “I GOT HIM!” Cameron shouted. 

Angel stood up from the Orbeez. “YES!” He shouted. “I forgot I could stand up in this…” Angel admitted with a laugh. 

Cameron bursted out in a fit of laughter, before looking at Brandon from the side. “Any last words, Orbeez monster?” Cameron asked him. 

“.......I…Um…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron raised his eyebrows. “Uh huh?” 

“Uh…Uh-um…W-Well-” Brandon kept fumbling. 

Angel leaned his head back and lost it with laughter for a few moments. “He just fumbles-!” Angel yelled. 

“Uh-w-wha-umm-” Brandon kept purposely fumbling before breaking out in laughter of his own. 

Cameron looked at the camera and shrugged his shoulders…before ultimately digging his fingers right into Brandon’s exposed armpits. “Truer words have never been said.” Cameron declared. 

“BAAAHAHAHA!” Brandon bursted out as he started squirming and kicking absolutely everywhere. “CAMERON-LETMEGOHOHAHA!” Brandon yelped and curled to his right the moment he felt deeper skitters against his right armpit. “GaAAH!” 

Cameron grunted and dodged a flying arm. “Damn…Orbeez monsters are a lot more wiggly than I remember.” Cameron admitted. 

Angel chuckled and poked Brandon’s belly button, making Brandon squeak. “A little rusty in your monster-hunter abilities?” Angel teased, looking up at Cameron. 

“Wha- no, I’m not!” Cameron reacted, clearly lying. 

“Oh really?” Angel raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “When was the last time you captured an Orbeez monster?” Angel asked him. 

“It was two months-wait…No, 4 months…” Cameron tried to think, pausing his tickle attack momentarily. “Uhhhh…Huh…” Cameron muttered. 

Angel rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just admit it…” He gripped Brandon’s sides, and squeezed them both repeatedly. Brandon shrieked and went silent as he tried to kick Angel off of him. “I betcha it’s been over a year.” Angel teased, letting go and grabbing Brandon’s left ankle mid-kick. 

Brandon widened his eyes and stared at Angel and his foot. He tugged on it, quickly realizing how strong his grip was. “Uh oh.” The poor man muttered. 

“Would that be right, Cam?” Angel asked. 

“Wh-Whaaaa? N-Noooo, no way!” Cameron replied. Again, it was clear as day just how much Cam was lying to him.

“Angel…” Brandon warned. 

“Shush.” He gave his foot a warning tickle, to stop him from interrupting him and Cam’s conversation. “NoO!” Brandon tried to kick his leg free with his other leg. 

“Keep doing that-” Angel caught Brandon’s other ankle, and looked Brandon straight in the eyes. “And you’ll regret it.” He warned. 

Brandon blinked at him…before pulling on his ankle one more time, for good measure. But predictably, Brandon’s ankle didn’t even budge. 

(He fucked.) 

Angel smirked and looked at Cameron. Getting a confirmative nod from Cam, Angel took one more look at the Orbeez monster. “So the first thing you do…” Angel started as he danced his fingers against both his feet at the same time. “If you continue with a few more tickles.” Angel told him. 

Brandon twisted his feet and threw his head back with a wheeze. 

“Your goal is to get him all loosey goosey.” Angel told Cameron. 

“Uh huuuh…” Cameron reacted rather dramatically. 

“ANGEL, IHI swehehehehear!” Brandon laughed. His laugh was naturally a little quiet, but that didn’t change how effective Angel’s tickling technique was. 

“Oh! You hear that?” Angel asked. 

“Hear what?” Cameron asked for clarification. “His words “I swear”. You heard it, right?” Angel clarified. 

“Yeah! I did.” Cameron replied as-a-matter-of-factly. 

“About that…Make sure to not let the monster swear.” Angel warned. “He’s a orbeez monster, not a potty mouth monster.” Angel warned. 

“Okay, okay. What do we do if he swears?” Cameron asked, getting way too invested into the ‘lesson’. 

“Well, you’ll just have to see.” Angel replied confidently. 

“Thihihis ihisn’t FAHAHAIRR!” Brandon yelled at them. 

“Don’t you think we’re being a little harsh towards the monster?” Cameron asked. 

“No no no…He’s fiiiine! Orbeez monsters have endless amounts of energy. And don’t even get me started on an Orbeez monster’s flexible body.” Angel told him. 

“Ooooh, well now I gotta know.” Cameron teased. 

Angel chuckled. “Why? Are you planning on trying something?” Angel asked, lessening his tickles so Brandon could get a break. 

“Nah…” Cameron pretended to open a book with his hands, before grabbing an invisible pencil from behind his ear. “Just wanted to take some notes.” Cameron admitted. 

“HAhahaha- Oh geeheeheez…” Brandon muttered. 

Angel smiled and put Brandon’s feet down. “Put the notebook down.” Angel told Cameron. “You’re gonna learn by doing.” Angel declared. 

Cameron gasped rather childishly and threw his fists in the air. “YES!” Cameron picked up Brandon and started digging right into his underarms. 

Brandon screeched and clamped his arms against his sides, hanging his head as laughter practically fell out of him. “DohoHOHON’T!” He shouted. 

“Yeah, there you go! Make him absolutely elated.” Angel told him. 

“No problemo.” Cameron picked up Brandon, and threw him into the Orbeez pool. 

When Brandon sank into the pool, Cameron dove in after him and absolutely wrecked him with tickles within the pool. The moment Brandon’s slightly muffled laughter could be heard from inside the Orbeez pool, Angel threw his head back and bursted out with laughter. It was sidesplitting hearing Brandon laugh so loud. 

“CAHAHAM! HAHAHAHA- GOD DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIT!” Brandon could be heard shouting.

“Oh, getting lippy now, huh?” Cameron smirked and lifted up Brandon bridal style. “Don’t make me do it~” Cam warned. 

“Do what?” Brandon asked. 

“Don’t make me feed you raspberries~” Cameron clarified. 

Angel gasped and covered his mouth with his sleeve-covered hands. “OH NO!” 

“IIII’m gonna do it~” Cam declared with the most evil smirk he could muster. 

“WaitwaiTWAITCAM-” Brandon shrieked the moment he watched Cam take in a gasp of air, before absolutely losing it with laughter. 

“HOHOLY SHIT!” Angel shouted with shock. 

Cam’s raspberry, as well as Brandon’s laughter, was practically echoing throughout the room. It was almost a blessing no one else was in that house…because Brandon’s screeches and shouts could’ve thrown someone into a panic. 

Cameron’s laughter soon overpowered Brandon’s as he put him down. “IHI’M NOT KILLING YOU!” Cameron threw his arms up in arrest. “IHIHI SWEAR!” He shouted. 

Brandon’s laughter slowly began to die down. “Hahaha…hehehe…f*ck…haaah…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron laughed a little bit. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

Brandon wiggled his body a little bit, so he could fall into the Orbeez pool they were still in. 

“Uhhhh…Did…” Angel pointed to the camera. “Did you realize the camera was still on?” He asked. 

Brandon widened his eyes as the horrifying reality hit: He had forgotten about the still-recording camera…meaning the boys’ entire tickle-wrestling had been fully recorded. 

Brandon had groaned and began pouting like a child while he hid himself deeper within the Orbeez pool. It would appear that Brandon’s laziness had gotten the best of him.

Cameron and Angel had both bursted out laughing. It actually looked like Brandon was trying to cover up his own face out of pure embarrassment. And boy oh boy, was it not working. If anything, it made him look even more childish than he already was. And a small reminder: This man has a wife! And 2 kids! 

Though this man does own a YouTube channel, where his whole schtick is buying useless stuff off Amazon and reviewing them alongside his best friends…So…Take that as you will. 

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Love you both!! ❤️❤️

LOOK AT THEM!!! ✨️😭😭💙💜💙💜💙💜💙😭😭✨️

Another cute picture of my adorable baby!~💙 @trashyswitch

And another picture of my amazing fiancé~💜 @foxboidrew

I'm so lucky to have both of them in my life. I'm so grateful I get to share these moments with them and hold them so close to my heart!!!

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THANK YOU!!!

Gift for @trashyswitch <3

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Malaria

(Idk wtf…)

@lokissed2025 @foxboidrew @fanficsandfluff @ostpunk @switchyglitch @yallmakemyassitch

Anyone else that wants to do it too

Quick ! Think of a word you like ! 

Not necessarily your favorite word, it doesn’t even have to be a word you usually like ! Just a word that right now, at this moment, you look at and think “ooh what about this one”.

It can be a word you find funny, pretty, strange, scary, anything really ! You don’t need to tell me why you choose that word (though I’d love to know if you want to tell me), just give me a word ! 

(It’d be lovely if we made this into a chain but there’s no pressure <3)

uhhhhh sanguine? (literally the only word that popped up into my head rn but it’s prettyyy and sounds like summer to me in some inexplicable way 😌✨)

oh sure! Tagging @daydream-of-a-wallflower @silence-between-seconds @re-is-back-in-black @jaaklops @annotated-catastrophe @vintagetee13 @cherryswift13 @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @lost-in-reveriie @moonlightt444 @art-of-fools @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @addsalwayssick @miseryoforpheus @justafanbutcurious + anyone else who’d like to join in :)

(but no pressure ofc <3)

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Shannon: Nice to see Jonah and Adam again. I love seeing them just goof around with each other and the ending was touching. I haven't watched the series yet, so I'm surprised they are on the run...I hope they aren't in too much trouble. Although, considering how dark this series is, I can only assume it's something related to the Alters.

The ‘on the run’ plot is part of the web series. You have to listen closely to the episodes to hear the dialogue. And yes, they are in quite a bit of trouble with the law for car theft.

They do the alter stuff to try and get money so they can get the hell out of Mandela County. But yeah, I’m glad you like it!

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Chips, The Photo, & The Baby Bat

Adam is struggling to get their stolen car fixed and started...and Jonah's being kind of a dick. It doesn't take long at all for the bickering to turn into silliness.

This fanfic was suggested by @yallmakemyassitch! Sorry it's so late...but regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Jonah was standing outside the car, eating a bag of chips while Adam was trying to fix the car engine. He had been working on it for about 30 minutes by this point. Jonah was just watching from a few feet away, while Adam was directly in front of the Ford Fusion with the hood open. 

Adam held out his hand. “Chips please?” He asked. 

Jonah narrowed his eyes and brought the chips closer to himself. “What?! No!” He reacted. 

“Come on, man!” Adam reacted. 

“I’m not letting you finger up the chips. Your hands are covered in grease!” Jonah argued. 

Adam rolled his eyes. “Fine…then put a few chips in my hand.” He told him, cupping his left hand. 

Jonah raised an eyebrow. “...Dude…What did I just say?” 

Adam shot him a glare. “Just give me some fucking chips!” Adam ordered. 

“Dude, you need to cool it.” Jonah told him. “Did you figure out what’s wrong with the car?” He asked. 

“No.” Adam responded. 

Jonah hummed and kept the chips to himself. 

Adam tried to go back to fixing the engine. But nothing visibly appeared to be wrong. He just kept moving things in the engine to fix it, before trying to turn it on…but ultimately, nothing seemed to help start it. The more frustrated that Adam had become, the more agitated he became, which made him rammy and growly. He would slam the door every time the car wouldn't start…and he would keep spitting profanities under his breath. 

But the straw that broke his back…was the moment he heard a camera shutter. Adam immediately knew where that camera shutter came from…

It was Jonah…with the goddamn camera. 

“JONAH-!” Adam turned right around and tried to steal the camera out of his friend’s hands. “GIMME THE CAMERA.” He ordered. 

Jonah yelped and tried to run away as best he could. “Adam, stop!” Jonah tried to keep the camera out of his reach. But Adam was determined to crawl onto Jonah if that was what it took to steal the camera from him. 

“Okay, that’s it!” Jonah put the camera down on the upper roof of the car, and brought Adam into his arms. “You need to cool off.” He told him. 

“I DO NOT!” He shouted. 

“Don’t make me resort to desperate measures.” Jonah warned, smirking slightly. 

Adam grunted. “And do what?” He asked, sounding slightly smug. “You can’t do anything to me.” He told him. 

“I will do it-” Jonah warned with a chuckle.

“Do what?” Adam asked, not even letting Jonah finish his sentence. 

“Tickle you.” Jonah replied, wiggling his fingers in his face. 

Adam moved his head back slightly as he widened his eyes, visibly going white. “...You wouldn’t…” He muttered. 

“Oh, I would. And I will…unless you calm down.” He replied. 

Adam narrowed his eyes slightly. “I’ll only calm down if you delete that picture you just took of me.” Adam told him. “Wrong answer, bud.” Jonah replied with a chuckle as he lowered his hand down to his belly and began fluttering his fingers. 

“Don’t-DOHON’T!” Adam’s wiggles started almost instantaneously. “I’LLFUCKING KIHIHILL YOU!” He shouted at him. 

“Damn…wrong move.” Jonah said, sounding slightly disappointed. Adam tried his absolute hardest to wiggle himself out of Jonah’s grip. But it was surprisingly difficult. Jonah may not have been the strongest guy out there…but he certainly knew how to hold a person hostage. “WhenIgetout-eEEK!” His wiggles paused for a few moments as he looked forward, frozen in shock. 

Jonah had paused his tickle attack to burst out laughing. “Holy shit, dude!” He reacted. 

“Shut up!” Adam spat. 

“Can I call you baby bat?” Jonah asked a little too casually. 

“Do NOT call me baby bat!” Adam yelled. 

“Nah, it’s funny!” Jonah replied. 

“When I get out, I’m gonna fucking destroy you.” Adam warned in a threatening way. 

Jonah clicked his tongue and shook his head as he switched to scratching his belly with all 5 of his fingers. “Wrong move yet again, pal.” Jonah replied, growing a smirk. 

“JONAH-” Adam threw his head back and let out a rather large wheeze. When he breathed in, he let out the biggest hysterical laugh Jonah had ever heard from him. “HOHOLY SHIHIHIHIT!” Adam shouted mid-laugh. 

Jonah couldn’t stop his own laughter from leaving his mouth. “Jehehesus! I don’t remember you being this ticklish!” Jonah reacted. 

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Adam shouted back. “QUIHIHIT TICKLING MEHEHEHE!” Adam attempted to order. 

“Nah.” Jonah replied casually. “I’m having fun.” He told him. 

“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT!” Adam argued. 

“Awww, you’re not having fun yet?” Jonah asked. 

“NOHOHOHO!” He shouted back. 

“I’m not gonna stop until you’re having fun.” Jonah told him. 

“FUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Adam spat back. 

“The wrong moves just never end with you, do they?” Jonah told him. Though disappointment was clearly dripping from his lips, he was still smirking rather evilly. This was just proof that he wasn’t actually disappointed in Adam. Not in the slightest. 

Adam lessened his protests a little bit, just resorting to only laughing his head off. “HAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHEHEHE!” He kept laughing. 

“Just let me know when you’re having fun like me, okay?” Jonah told him. 

“HOHOHOW IHIHIS THIHIS FUHUHUHUN?!” He yelled. 

“I’m glad you asked!” Jonah replied, sounding absolutely ready to infodump straight into Adam’s poor ears. “It’s fun for me because I get to hear you laugh and squeak like the baby bat you are…” He started off. 

“NOHOHOHOHOOOO!” Adam whined. 

“And it’s fun for you because you’re laughing!” Jonah told him. “Laughter is supposed to make you feel good. Did you know that even fake laughter makes you feel good?” Jonah asked him. 

“BUHUHULLSHIHIHIT!” Adam shouted at him yet again. “It’s true!” Jonah told him. “I read it in a book somewhere.” He told him. “I don’t remember what book, but I know it was about anatomy.” He admitted. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!” Adam ordered. 

“Nope. Not until I know you’re having fun.” Jonah replied. 

Adam could feel himself getting weaker by the second. He felt as his knees had begun to buckle, making him slightly fearful. “IHIHI’M GOHONNA FAAHAHAHALL!” He shouted. 

“Don’t worry, I gotcha.” Jonah told him, wrapping his hands under his arms and helping him down. 

But even when Jonah had tried to help, his hands getting even slightly close to his armpits was enough to make him squeal. “NOHOHODON’T!” Adam yelled. 

“Don’t what?” Jonah asked for clarification. “”NOHO- NOAHARMPITS!” Adam yelled. 

“Good lord, I’m gonna be deaf by the time you start having fun.” Jonah admitted with a laugh, removing his right hand out from under his arms, to adjust his ears. “Speaking of which…” Jonah tickled all over his upper ribs as he brought his mouth closer to Adam’s ear. “Are you having fun yet?” He asked. 

“IHIHIHIHI-” Adam squeaked like the baby bat he was, and finally hung his head. “YEHEHES, FIHINE! IHIHI’M HAVING FUHUHUN!” He told him. 

“Prooomise?” Jonah teased. 

“YESYESYEHEHES! JUHUSTPLEASE SSSSTOP!” Adam pleaded. 

“Will do.” Jonah replied, stopping his fingers and letting Adam fall onto the cold pavement. 

“Gohod…*huff* *huff* Gohohod dahahammihit…” Adam muttered, curling up into a ball. 

Jonah smirked and knelt down beside him. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” he asked. 

Adam huffed and crossed his arms. “.....No…” He muttered. 

“Okay, good. The baby bat isn’t completely tickled out.” Jonah replied, patting Adam’s head. 

Adam grunted and waved his hands around, trying to get Jonah’s hand away from his head. “Dude!” He reacted. 

“Hey, don’t touch me. Your hands are still greasy.” He told him. 

Adam scoffed. “So you can tickle me to tears, but I can’t even wave my hands near you?” He asked, clearly annoyed. 

“I didn’t say that…” Jonah muttered. 

“Sure…” Adam rolled his eyes. 

“Do I need to tickle you again?” Jonah asked. 

“NO!” Adam yelled in an abnormally high voice. “Cause if you keep acting like a dick, I may tickle you again.” Jonah warned with a little smirk on his face. 

“You’d better not!” Adam warned. “Then you’d better not piss me off.” Jonah replied with plenty of confidence to match. 

Adam huffed and got himself up onto his feet. He muttered something under his breath as he dusted off his hands. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Jonah asked, lifting his hands up to wiggle them rather evilly. 

“N-Nothing.” Adam replied. 

Jonah hummed and lowered his hands. “Okay.”

Adam’s attitude seemed to calm down slightly. He watched as Jonah reached up and grabbed the camera from the top of the car. This action sparked a newfound agitation in him. The thought of his own picture being taken by Jonah without his permission, still stuck deeply inside his head. In a moment’s notice, Adam had quickly become determined to take the camera back from Jonah. But he would have to start off by asking. 

“Can I have the camera?” Adam asked. 

“Nope.” Jonah replied casually. 

Adam frowned. Not a great start. “I wanna see the picture you took of me.” Adam admitted. 

“You really don’t. It’s kinda crappy.” Jonah admitted. “Besides: I don’t want your greasy hands breaking the camera.” Jonah told him. 

“Keep mentioning my greasy hands, and I may get you back.” Adam warned, his irritation taking over again.

“No touch-backs.” Jonah declared with a chuckle. 

Adam rolled his eyes and ran up to him. He wrapped his arms around his sides and began digging. “You think that’s stopped me before?” Adam teased, a smirk growing on his face. 

Jonah gasped and widened his eyes. “ADAM- I’M WEARING WHITE!” Jonah shouted. 

“Please…You’ve got more important things to worry about…like the crazy ticklish revenge I’m about to give you.” Adam replied in a villainous tone. 

It was almost criminal how quickly Adam was able to change from sheepish when threatened, to becoming the threat himself. Though…according to those wanted signs all over Mandela County, they are already kinda criminals by this point in time…

“GET YOUR HANDS OHOHOFF-” Jonah immediately doubled over and fell to the pavement. 

“Wow…And you said I was the ticklish one…” Adam teased. 

“Sh-Shut up.” Jonah muttered. 

“What?” Adam asked as he reached for the camera. 

“NO-” 

“Not having fun yet?” Adam asked next like the cheeky little shit he was. 

“Iswearto-FAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jonah threw his head back and struggled to get his hands away. “GAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEEHEHEE!” He squealed. 

“You swear to ‘Faaa’? The hell’s that supposed to mean?!” Adam reacted. 

“SHHHUHUSH! SHUHUT IHIHIHIHIT!” Jonah shouted.

“But seriously! What’s a ‘faaaa’?!” Adam asked. 

“THIHIS IS SOHOHOHO CRUHUHUHUEL!” He yelled back at him. 

“You started it!” Adam reacted like a petty child. “I’ll stop if you let go of the camera.” Adam told him. 

“NOHOHO! NO-NO-NOHOHOHOHO- Neheheveheheherrrr!” Jonah yelled. 

“Don’t make me tickle your armpit.” Adam warned with a half-sly, half-genuine smile on his face. 

“No! NOHOHOO! DOHOHON’T YOHOU DAHAHAHARE!” Jonah practically screamed at him. 

“IIIII’m gonna do it~! Iiii’m gonna go for it!” Adam said with a villainous voice, making sure to wiggle his fingers dangerously close to Jonah’s left armpit. 

“SHIHIT-SHITSHIT-!” Jonah kept cursing and protesting. 

“Aaaaand…” He poked his armpit. “Boop!” 

Jonah shrieked and spazzed like a little kid, letting go of the camera in the process. Adam took the camera in his hand carefully but swiftly, and looked at the photo. It looked to just be a picture of Adam working on the car with a description underneath. It read: 

[adam trying to fix the car while i eat chips LMAO -jonah]

Adam chuckled. “This was what you were keeping from me?” Adam asked, turning to show Jonah the picture he had taken beforehand. “This is barely newsworthy.” Adam let him know. 

“But it kinda sucks.” Jonah muttered. 

“Better than I could’ve done.” Adam replied.

“Bullshit.” Jonah scoffed. 

Adam sighed softly as he turned off the camera. “No one’s expecting perfection from you, dude.” Adam told him. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s unlikely anyone will find it anyway.” He mentioned before offering him a hand up. 

Jonah shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.” He replied, taking Adam’s hand and getting up with his partner-in-crime’s help. 

“Come on.” Adam grunted, pulling Jonah up before giving him the camera back. “We got a car to steal.”

Jonah chuckled and put the camera into his pocket. 

[trashyswitch]

The Search For The Missing Laugh

A special person by the alias ‘Anne Onymous’ has sent me this fanfic to be submitted! And I think today is a better time than any. This is Anne’s fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. :D

A special person by the alias ‘Anne Onymous’ has sent me this fanfic to be submitted! And I think today is a better time than any. This is Anne’s fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. :D Give this person some love!!

Patton had been telling dad joke after dad joke since breakfast. While Roman and even Virgil gladly laughed at his witty wordplay, Logan hadn’t even cracked a smile. Still, that didn’t stop Patton from telling all the jokes he had left in him after Roman and Virgil went to help Thomas with something. “Why were the elephants late for their vacation?” Patton asked. Logan merely sighed in response. “Because they forgot to pack their trunks!” Patton exclaimed before laughing at his own joke. Logan groaned, wishing Patton would just stop. “Aw, come on, Logan. That was funny!” Patton chirped. “Perhaps to you, but not me.” Logan said. “Probably because you have no sense of humour.” Patton grumbled, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know that I do have a sense of humour, I just don’t find your jokes funny.” Logan informed. Patton pouted. Logan never laughs at his jokes. He never laughs, period. He just wanted to make his friend laugh, but how? Then it struck him. There’s one thing that makes Thomas and the others laugh. It was risky, it may not even work, but it would be worth it if he could pull it off. “Oh dear. I think I see what the problem is.” Patton said. “You need to get better at comedy?” Logan suggested sarcastically. “No. You lost your laugh.” Patton said. 

Logan did a double take to ensure he heard Patton right. “Lost…my…laugh.” Logan echoed. “Yes. But don’t worry, Logan. I consider myself a Hufflepuff and Hufflepuffs are good finders. Not to brag, but I have quite the skill of finding laughs and getting them out in the open, so I’ll help you find it.” Patton rambled, pulling Logan into a cuddle and grabbing his wrists to raise them above his head. “Patton, what are you…?” Logan protested but was silenced when Patton gave him a look that filled him with…excitement? Unease? He wasn’t sure, but he stayed quiet and kept his arms up. “Now, the trick is to look for hiding spots on your body. You see, sometimes instead of coming out of our mouths, laughs like to hide in other body parts or just get stuck there. Like the armpits for example, they fit pretty snug in there.” Patton said, poking and prodding the mentioned spot. Logan’s mouth curled into a grin as he tried his best not to laugh. “Excuse me, Logan’s armpits. Have you seen Logan’s laugh today?” Patton asked, as if this was a normal situation. Logan almost snickered at Patton’s silly behaviour. Him talking to his body parts as if they could talk back was so ridiculous, it was almost worse than the tickling. 

“Hmm, guess they don’t know. Maybe your ribs know. The ribs are a really good spot since there’s so many rib bones to fit between.” Patton narrated, spidering his fingers up and down the logical Side’s ribcage. Logan was now biting down on his lips in hopes that if he doesn’t laugh then Patton will give up and leave, but the fact he was practically narrating everything and doing something as silly as trying to have a conversation with his body parts wasn’t helping. Not to mention he’s never been tickled before, so he wasn’t used to it and had more difficulty fighting it off. “Hi there, Logan’s ribs. Logan lost his laugh, do you know where it’s hiding?” Patton inquired, gently scratching between each rib. He was disappointed by the silence, certain that Logan would’ve cracked by now. But he wasn’t giving up. “Guess my guessing skills are a little off today. Better keep trying. You know, the toes are a pretty good hiding spot too. Laughs can hide under or between them.” Patton said as he released Logan from their cuddle and moved down to his feet. Patton wasn’t sure if Logan was taking a break and getting his strength back, or forgot he could simply leave because he didn’t protest or make a run for it as he put his ankles in a headlock and removed his socks. 

“Pardon me, Logan’s toes. Are you hiding Logan’s laugh by any chance?” Patton asked, wiggling his fingers under the sensitive digits. Finally, the dam burst and Logan broke into a fit of surprised laughter. “HAHAHAhahaha! Nohohoho! Pahahattohohon! Hahahahahahaha!” Logan squealed, wiggling and fruitlessly attempting to pull his feet back. “Yay! You got your laugh back! But it doesn’t sound like it’s coming from your toes, it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere else. Oh well, guess we gotta keep looking!” Patton exclaimed. Logan was so embarrassed. After seeing him in this state, Patton will never take him seriously again. Oh well, that’s a future problem. For now, he hasn’t laughed like this in a long time, might as well try to enjoy it. “Another great place for a laugh to hide in is in the bellybutton.” Patton said as he moved his tickly hands up the back of Logan’s knees then across his thighs and over his hips until he reached his belly, enjoying every snicker and giggle that came out of Logan along the way. “How do you do, Logan’s bellybutton? Were you the one hiding his laugh the whole time?” Patton asked as he straddled Logan’s thighs, moved his shirt up and began circling his finger around the mentioned spot. Logan couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out as he squirmed in anticipation, never feeling so flustered in his life. Boy, was that statement about to be made wrong.

“Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear…” Patton sang, holding back snickers of his own when Logan covered his mouth to muffle his embarrassed squeal. “One step…two step…” Patton continued, walking his fingers closer to the naval before noticing Logan’s hands shot under his glasses to cover his eyes. Using his free hand, Patton gently removed Logan’s glasses and placed them on the coffee table. He didn’t want them to get broken during their fun. “There. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. A tickly under there!” Patton exclaimed, wiggling the digit in the bellybutton. “GAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, WHYHYHYHY?! HAHAHAHAHA!” Logan bellowed, thrashing around and pounding his fists on the couch. “Yup, this is definitely where all your laughs were hiding. Better make sure we get them all out so this doesn’t happen again. Good thing that song usually lures them out.” Patton commented, not that Logan could hear him over his own loud boisterous laughter. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the unbearably ticklish sensations in his navel, astounded that something as simple as a wiggling finger there could make him laugh this much. It was…exhilarating. And exhausting. Thankfully, Patton finally stopped. But he wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. 

“I think we’re making some real good progress. Your laughs are coming out just fine, but there’s still a few stubborn ones still stuck. Good news is, sometimes they come out of hiding for a good joke. Knock knock!” Patton said. After catching his breath, Logan decided to indulge Patton against his better judgement. “Who’s there?” Logan asked. “Me, the dad joke king, here to tickle his way into your heart! Tickle tickle tickle! Cootchie cootchie coo!” Patton replied, tickling nearly every and any tickle spot on Logan his hands could reach. His ribs, his armpits, his tummy, even around his neck and ears. “Thahahahat’s nohohohot evehehehen a johohohoke! Hahahahaha!” Logan protested through his non-stop laughter. “Then why are you laughing so much?” Patton teased, watching Logan squirm side to side. As he observed the unusual wiggling closely, it appeared like Logan was trying to untuck the rest of his shirt, rendering his sides vulnerable. “Awww, does little Logi want his Sanders Sides tickled? All you had to do was ask me nicely!” Patton teased, lifting his shirt all the way up to his ribs and squeezing his sides. Jackpot. Logan practically melted at the touch. He occasionally squirmed, but he stopped trying to wiggle away and his laughter was bubbly and happy.

“Hahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles! Hahahahaha!” Logan giggled. “Aww, does it tickle? Does it feel tickly and make you giggly? Is Logan a ticklish little cutie?” Patton teased, kneading and spidering over Logan’s sides with a few squeezes and pokes mixed in. Logan couldn’t help but squeak and squeal at the changing tactics, Patton seemed to completely randomise the order so he couldn’t predict what was next, each new surprise method seeming to tickle more than the last. “Boy, all this laughter-looking has made me hungry. You know what I’m in the mood for?” Patton asked. Logan shook his head, no idea what was coming. “Some raspberries!” Patton exclaimed before blowing into Logan’s belly, making the logical Side burst into belly laughter. This was somehow more ticklish than the bellybutton tickles yet not as unbearable, and definitely more fun. However, it was just as hard on his lungs. “AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHATTON, PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!!” Logan cackled. “Aww, just one more?” Patton fake-whined. He was just joking, but Logan seemed to actually be considering his rhetorical request much to his amusement. “Fine, just get it over-WIHIHIHIHITH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Logan shrieked, surprised by the unannounced raspberry on his tummy. “Ok, I’m full now.” Patton said when he finished, getting off Logan.

Logan curled into himself, letting the remainder of his giggles out as he caught his breath. Even though Patton had stopped, it was like he could still feel the phantom vibrations and tickles on his body. He’d never admit it out loud, but that was amazing. Once his breathing steadied and he could think clearly again, he remembered his glasses on the coffee table and put them back on, surprised to see Patton holding out a glass of water. “Oh. Thank you.” Logan said, taking the glass and sipping carefully as Patton sat next to him and rubbed his back. “You good?” Patton asked. “Yes Patton, I’m perfectly adequate.” Logan replied, putting the glass down. Patton pulled him into a hug which Logan cautiously reciprocated. “Don’t worry, Tickle Time’s over, only Cuddle Time now. But it’s good to know that now I have a way to make you laugh.” Patton remarked. “Well, there goes my dignity.” Logan sighed. “Huh? What do you mean?” Patton asked, letting go and facing Logan. “Patton, don’t patronise me. I know that after what just happened, it’s highly unlikely you’re ever going to take me seriously again.” Logan huffed. After that harsh confession, Patton’s expression went from confused to concerned very quickly. 

“Why would I do that? Just because you’re ticklish, doesn’t mean you’re any less smart than you were before. It doesn’t change anything. Besides, I’m ticklish, Roman’s ticklish, heck, even Virgil is ticklish, but that’s just because we’re a part of Thomas and he’s ticklish. It’s just natural, it’s no big deal. You’re still the smartest person I know and I’m always gonna listen to you.” Patton assured. Logan was quiet as he took a minute to process what Patton said. “I know you don’t consider yourself a feelings-y kind of Side, so if it makes you feel better, I promise not to tell the others about any of this.” Patton added. “Thank you, Patton.” Logan said. Patton pulled Logan into another cuddle and laid down. Logan returned the embrace and rested his head under Patton’s chin. “Now that the moment of concern has passed, do you suppose you could perhaps once again stimulate my sides with gargalesis?” Logan asked shyly. “Is that fancy-talk for “please tickle me”?“ Patton teased. Logan blushed and nodded. Patton smiled and wiggled his fingers into Logan’s sides, making the logical Side giggle and snuggle into him more. Little did they know that Virgil and Roman were back and watching them from the top of the stairs. Roman initially took his phone out to get some blackmail material but Virgil snatched it, making Roman pout. The two watched on quietly as their resident glasses geeks had their moment.

The End.

[trashyswitch]

Secrets From the Sussy Notebook

SMG3 is trying to write in his diary...But SMG4 REALLY wants to read it! Will SMG3 be able to survive his brother's evil tactics so his secrets can remain safe?

I...am obsessed with SMG4 and the gang... AndImayhaveabitofacrushonSMG3...Oopsie... This fanfic goes out to @lokissed2025 and @anxious-lee-ler. They have been binge-watching SMG4 off and on for the last few days with me...and we have been CACKLING LIKE DOOFUSES! It's gotten to the point where Vel has changed our group chat picture to Mario as Blue, with the name "Chucklefucks" as the group name. SMG4, SMG3, Mario and the cast never fail to make me laugh. And now I've gotten them into the videos too!!! So, I hope you all enjoy!

[Dear Diary…] He scribbled in his purple diary with his pencil. He had only been writing for about 5 minutes before he felt someone watching him. He could see a growing shadow covering his own. He widened his eyes and paused his writing, as he feared who might be standing right behind him…

“Whatcha writing?” The familiar voice asked. 

SMG3 yelped and fell forward, dropping his diary in the process. He gasped with fear before grabbing his diary and holding it against his chest. “NOTHING!” He shouted to his brother. 

“Oh really?” SMG4 asked with a smirk, poking his leg. 

“I said NOTHING!” SMG3 threw him a kick before sitting up and scooting a couple feet away. “Go away!” He ordered. 

SMG4 had crossed his arms, still smirking. “So protective over a little book…” He taunted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “A little book?!” He stood up and smirked as he showed his brother the diary. “This ‘little book’ is filled with all my plans for destroying the world.” He said, rather proudly as he flipped a page in his book. “Only the true villains of this world can read my special plans for world domination.” SMG3 declared next. 

“Does your ‘world domination’ plan include…” SMG4 narrowed his eyes as he read the notebook title. “taking Egg Dog to the park?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3’s face turned to shock and fear. “Wha-?!” He looked at his book and quickly closed the book. “NO! You-” He grumbled. “You didn’t read that.” 

SMG4 chuckled. “I wonder what other juicy secrets you like to keep in that diary…” SMG4 asked aloud. “NO.” SMG3 backed up, holding his book as closely as he possibly could against his person. “No one is allowed to read this. NOT EVEN YOU.” He warned. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes. “Like I’m gonna tell the world your secrets…” SMG4 muttered. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “You’re not exactly good at keeping secrets…” SMG3 mentioned. 

SMG4’s face morphed into shock and anger. “Excuse me?! I have kept many of your secrets!” He argued. 

“Oh yeah?” SMG3 crossed his arms. “Like what?” 

SMG4 thought for a moment, unsure at first…

but the man quickly widening his eyes once he remembered one big secret he NEVER spilled to anyone…Mostly because he’s scared of the repercussions, but still…He never did tell…so therefore it counts. 

SMG3 could see the gears spinning in his brother’s head…and he could feel sweat developing on his forehead. “Wha-What’s with that face?” He asked nervously, adjusting his grip on his notebook. 

SMG4 was smirking and snickering a bit. “I have never mentioned how ticklish you are.” He mentioned somewhat quietly, as to make sure nobody else could hear him except his brother. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and felt the fear developing in his gut. “O-Oh-...” He muttered, unable to hide his slight embarrassment. “I…Okay…Okay, that’s true…” He mentioned, feeling his blush deepen. 

SMG4 started to walk up to his brother with his hands behind his back. “But why bother keeping your secrets if you’re not even gonna trust me with your diary?” SMG4 asked, his plan already being put into motion. 

SMG3 gulped as he felt the fear overtaking him. “U- SMG4?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Yeeeeessss?” SMG4 replied, walking to his other side, making SMG3 turn his head to the other side to look at him. 

SMG3 could already feel the butterflies filling his belly, making him want to giggle from anticipation alone. “C-Can’t wehe talk about this?” SMG3 tried to offer, backing up from his brother a little bit. 

SMG4 rubbed his chin with his fingers. “Hmmmmm…” He hummed rather dramatically. He looked at his brother as he paused his chin stroking, a smirk slowly filling his lips once again. The man just could not keep a straight face to save his life. “Nah.” SMG4 grabbed the purple diary with his left hand, and lifted it up above his brother’s head. 

Naturally, SMG3 kept his grip on the diary, refusing to let it go. “NO! LET GO!” SMG3 shouted at him. 

“Noooo, you let go~!” SMG4 poked his belly a few times and tweaked his left side a few times with his right hand. 

“aAH! NO!” SMG3 could feel a stupid little wobbly grin forming on his face. “Come on- EEEK!” He curled his body inward slightly, lifting up his right leg to cover up his side slightly. But the man was still holding onto his diary for dear life…and with his precious diary (and his hands) above his head, he was pretty much exposing his vulnerable spots for his brother to take advantage. “Duhude- EEHEEK!” He shrieked almost like a little girl as his brother poked his inner belly. 

“Really determined to keep that diary, huh?” SMG4 asked, both admiring and laughing at his brother for refusing to let go despite the tickles. “Well, I hate to break it to you…” SMG4 brought his open hand back, and wiggled his 5 fingers. “But I know you’re not gonna last very long.” SMG4 reminded him. 

SMG3 huffed and breathed in slightly, trying to calm himself down despite the adrenaline overpowering him. “You- You’re being ridiculous!” SMG3 argued, pulling on his diary. 

SMG4 raised his left eyebrow. “Ridiculous?!” SMG4 reacted. “What are you talking about?! This isn’t even CLOSE to ridiculous!” SMG4 argued, before changing his approach. “But THIS…” SMG4 brought his fingers up to his armpits. “THIS would be ridiculous.” He declared. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he sensed his impending doom once again. “Ohno…” He muttered, getting even more nervous. Dammit, his brother knew just how bad his armpits were. 

SMG4’s hand made contact with his armpits, causing SMG3 to hitch his breath. 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 said, fluttering his fingers once. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and gasped. “OHGOD-” 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 fluttered them again. 

“eeEEEEK!” SMG3 squealed super loudly. “NONONONO-!”

“Kooooo~!” SMG4 dug his one finger into his armpit more. 

SMG3 threw his head back and let out a big fit of cackles. “GAHAHA- DOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” He protested helplessly. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him suddenly, stopping his fingers. 

Despite the embarrassing moment, SMG3 was able to pull himself together super quickly. “Dohon’t-...Y-You know…” SMG3 tried to hint at the word without actually saying the word. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him. “What don’t you want me to do?” SMG4 was now pretending he had no clue what he was talking about. 

SMG3 groaned and leaned his head back. “You know what I mean!” He yelled slightly. The stupid word always made him jumpy and embarrassed, and he was embarrassed enough as it was. If he could get away without saying the cursed word, then he’d likely be able to survive his onslaught.  “Ihi really don’t!” SMG4 was silently laughing amidst the ‘argument’. “I just want you to explain what you don’t want me to do!” SMG4 argued next, still laughing a bit.

“TICKLE ME, YOU IDIOT!” SMG3 shouted back. 

SMG4 put on the biggest confused face he could. “...You want me to tickle you?” SMG4 asked. SMG3 screeched, realizing what he had said. “NO!” He shouted. “So demanding…” SMG4 muttered with a laugh. “If that’s all you really wanted, then here!” SMG4 declared.  “I’MGONNA- NO, NO-” SMG3 looked at the hand that was sitting dangerously close to his armpit. “You so much as MOVE An INCH-” SMG3 shrieked as his brother’s fingers immediately touched down. SMG3 threw his head back with a huge smile on his face, laughing rather hysterically as his brother destroyed him all over again. “DAHAHAhaha- DAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT!” He shook his head as his feet tapped and kicked. “LEHEHET MEHE GOOO!” He shouted. 

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m just tickling you like you wanted me to.” SMG4 told him rather calmly. 

“I’MGONNA KIHIHILL YOU!” He shouted amidst his laughter. 

“Nah, you wouldn’t. I know you too well.” SMG4 argued calmly with a smug grin. And just as SMG4 predicted, it only took another couple seconds for his left arm to drop down. He had let go of his diary in an attempt to cover up his armpit. 

SMG4 widened his eyes. “Uh oh! Left one’s covered!” SMG4 reacted, before looking at SMG3 with a smug look. “But it looks like the other armpit is completely freeeeee~” SMG4 quickly went for his other open armpit. 

SMG3 squeaked as he squeezed his eyes shut. “eeEEHEEHEEHEE! YOHOU’RE EEHEEEHEEVIHIHIHILL!” He yelled at him as he attempted to cover up his right armpit with his open hand. But trying to cover up your open armpit in this position, would prove to be an impossible task. 

“I’m evil?! That’s a serious accusation coming from you.” SMG4 reacted. 

SMG3 couldn’t think straight. It was too much! He hasn’t laughed this hard in so long! And it was getting to the point where his cheeks were starting to hurt! 

He had to think fast. SMG4 was really making him choose whether his reputation was more important than his diary. And by this point, letting go of his prized possession was looking pretty tempting. Was keeping his precious diary secret really worth the years of potential babying from others that might see him like this?! HELL NO! 

But right as he let go of the diary, SMG3 felt his knees buckle. He yelped as he felt himself fall backwards onto his back. Though the fall was slightly painful, SMG3 had curled up into a cowardly ball, his giggles still quite audible as he tried to wipe away the phantom tickles that continued to plague him. “Hehehe…hehehehe…” He giggled, hugging his knees up to his chest as he tried to cover up the rest of his stupid giggles. 

God, his giggles were the worst part of this whole thing…The laughter was one thing…the cackling is another…but GIGGLING?! No real villain giggles! EVER! It’s so mortifying! His giggles were too cute to even BELONG from a person like him with a villain complex. Thank GOD these walls can’t talk…

But his thoughts were interrupted by a flash of purple, followed by a little plop sound right in front of him. What the- 

SMG3 looked down at the purple item, and widened his eyes. His…diary? 

SMG3 looked up at his brother. “You’re…not gonna read it?” SMG3 asked him. 

SMG4 shrugged his shoulders. “I was tempted…” He admitted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he picked it up. “What…was stopping you?” SMG3 asked. 

SMG4 sat down in front of him. “The idea that I’d be breaching your privacy.” SMG4 admitted, looking a little guilty. “And truth be told…” SMG4 picked up his pencil and handed it to his brother. “I don’t want to break our trust.” He finished. 

SMG3 softened his expression. “Wow…” He grabbed the pencil and put his diary into his overalls. “Uh…” He bit his lip. “Thanks.” He said to him somewhat awkwardly. SMG4 was…being really considerate and understanding…it was kinda nice. 

“Besides…” 

SMG3 looked up and froze when he saw his wiggling fingers once again. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

“I don’t need to read your diary to see how soft you really are.” SMG4 concluded his sentence as he skittered his fingers on his belly.

SMG3 squeaked and dropped his diary, curling up as even more laughter poured out of him. Only…this laughter was less hysterical, and more genuine. “HAHAhahahaha! Ihihi’m nohohot s-sohoft!” SMG3 argued.

“You say in the softest little laughter I’ve ever heard from you today.” SMG4 teased.  “Shuhuhut uhup!” He muttered. But his wiggling quickened almost immediately the moment he felt SMG4’s hands move towards the middle of his belly. “NoHO!” SMG3 squeaked and squealed as he tried to push his brother’s hands away. “Plehehehease stohohohop!” He shook his head, unintentionally knocking off his own hat in the process. 

“Oop-” SMG4 paused his tickling for a moment to grab SMG3’s purple hat. 

“Whahat are you-” SMG3 took in a few breaths before looking to see what his brother was doing.

SMG4 had put his purple hat on top of his own blue hat. “There we go.” SMG4 muttered aloud as he pulled some super cool sunglasses out of his overalls, before putting them onto his eyes upside down. “Feast your eyes on the coolest brother in existence!” He declared, pulling out another pair of sunglasses and putting them on upside down, overtop of the first pair. 

SMG3 had to cover up his mouth with his own fist to prevent from laughing out loud. For some stupid reason, the look of SMG4 with both hats on, plus the 2 pairs of sunglasses on his eyes…made him wanna genuinely laugh at him. He had a feeling it had to do with the tickling making him all giddy…but let’s face it…SMG4 can have his funny moments. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and widened his smirk. “Was that a giggle I just heard?” He asked, lowering his two sets of sunglasses while pointing to him.

SMG3 widened his eyes, visibly mortified. “Wha-NO!” He covered his mouth more. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow. “Are you suuuuure?” SMG4 poked his side playfully. 

SMG3 heard a squeak leave his mouth, before he could prevent it. “NO!” SMG3 scooted himself away from him. SMG4 is NOT making him laugh like an idiot. NOT AGAIN. It should be SMG4’s turn to laugh and blush now! And SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he knew just how to do it. 

He smirked slightly as he cupped his own hands. “Hey Egg Dog?” SMG3 called. 

“Egg dog?” SMG4 reacted. 

Suddenly, his little egg dog popped out from behind a door. He hopped up to SMG3, letting out a little bark. SMG3 chuckled as he let Egg Dog hop onto his hand. “I have a little secret for you.” SMG3 told him in a baby voice, looking at SMG4 with the biggest shit-eating grin he could make without looking creepy. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow, visibly confused. “Huh?” He muttered. 

SMG3 took his purple hat off SMG4’s head, and put it onto his own head. “SMG4 is a biiiig fan of neck kisses.” He told him. 

SMG4 widened his eyes slightly. His face went from confusion, to intense worry in only a millisecond. “Wh-WHAT?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s little excited jumps, made him feel more excited too! “Oooh yeah, it’s true!” SMG3 clarified. “And his favorite spot?” SMG3 added. 

“Don’t you DARE!” SMG4 attempted to go for his armpits to shut him up. Maybe with enough convincing, SMG3 might stop. But SMG3 dodged his brother’s hands and quickly fluttered his gloved fingers right on the correct spot. “Riiight here, I believe.” SMG3 showed his precious Egg Dog. 

SMG4 instinctively curled up, letting out the most high-pitched little squeaks. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s excitement, SMG3 smiled brightly. “Isn’t that fun?!” SMG3 asked him, absolutely loving Egg Dog’s reactions. “You wanna give him some love too?!” SMG3 asked Egg Dog in a playful, baby voice. 

Egg Dog barked and jumped even more excitedly! 

“Okay! Go on!” SMG3 replied, letting Egg Dog hop off his hand. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and shrieked as the little dog hopped onto his shoulder. “WAITWAIT-!” He protested.  

SMG3 was trying not to laugh too hard at his brother’s unusually lady-like reactions. “Don’t worry, dude. He’ll be gentle.” SMG3 reassured him.  

SMG4 squeaked as Egg Dog snuggled its ‘nose’ into his neck. 

SMG4’s reaction was almost immediate: A squeal had left his mouth as little high-pitched giggles erupted from his mouth. His grin had turned wobbly and crooked as he recoiled his body slightly, unable to handle the overwhelmingly ticklish licks on his exposed, shaved neck. “EEEHEEeeheeheehee! Hohohold ohon-” He covered his mouth in an attempt to cover up his squeals and little giggles. 

SMG3 let out a rather menacing chuckle. “And you said MY laugh was cute…” He teased. 

“Ihihihi- HAHAHA! Ihihi nehever said ‘cuhuhuhute’!” SMG4 tried to argue. “Heheehee- Ihihi sahaid ‘sohohoft’!” He corrected him. 

SMG3 tsked and crossed his arms. “You know, I was gonna let Egg Dog do all the work for me.” He admitted. “But since you’re being a smartypants…” SMG3 swiftly slid up behind his brother. “I think I’m gonna go for it too.” SMG3 gently took Egg Dog off his brother’s neck. “Here you go.” He put Egg Dog onto his shoulder before picking up SMG4 and skittered his fingers all over his upper sides. 

SMG4 guffawed and doubled over, feeling a lot more free to lose his composure once Egg Dog was off him. “NAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAHA! JEEHEEHEESUHUS!” SMG4 shouted, collapsing to the ground. 

SMG4 and SMG3 had at least one thing in common when it came to tickling: They both weren’t very good at keeping themselves upright when being tickled. SMG3 could keep himself up at least a little bit…But SMG4 couldn’t even do that! And SMG3 knew this well. That’s how his brother was…and the best thing SMG3 could do was follow him down towards the floor. 

“You don’t mind if I just…” SMG3 brought his fingers up to SMG4’s neck and started off fluttering them against his chin. 

“eEEEEHEEEK!” SMG4 scrunched up his shoulders and curled up into a ball as much as he physically could. 

SMG3 sighed with a smile and let his brother go. He knew SMG4 couldn’t handle much more, and he didn’t really wanna kill him. Not today, anyway…

With SMG4 laying on the ground in a ball, SMG3 picked up his diary. He opened it up and flipped to a new page in his diary. Picking up his pencil off the ground, SMG3 started to write something new down. 

It only took about 10 minutes for SMG4 to get back up and see his brother writing again. “What are you doing now?!” SMG4 asked. 

“Oh nothing…” SMG3 giggled, continuing his cartoon drawing on the page. “Just writing about your most embarrassing little secret.” SMG3 admitted. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and gulped. “U-Uh…W-Which one?” SMG4 asked awkwardly. 

SMG3 smirked and laid himself onto his belly, actually providing SMG4 one single chance to see what he was doing. SMG4 hesitantly walked himself up, took one look at the drawing he had made, and gasped. 

Oh- 

“NO!” SMG4 tackled his brother to the ground, trying to take his diary from him. SMG3 held onto his diary as tightly as possible, while poking and prodding his brother’s most vulnerable spots. 

“What is going on in-” Someone called, before gasping slightly as she saw the purple notebook fall right onto the ground right in front of the person. 

“Meggy!” SMG3 yelled out. 

“MEGGY?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

But SMG3 tackled him back down. “Meggy, read it!” SMG3 told her as he went right for his belly. 

“NODON’T- aAAH!” SMG4 shouted. 

Meggy raised an eyebrow. What were they doing?! 

She awkwardly picked up the journal and flipped it the right way to look at the new page: It was a cartoon drawing of SMG4, with labels pointing to certain spots on his body. 

Meggy narrowed her eyes as an excited smile quickly grew onto her face. “Ohoho~ Is that so?” She mumbled to herself, lowering the book.  “NonononoNO!” SMG4 screeched and kicked his feet. 

SMG3 smirked as he poked his brother’s belly button. “You wanna help?” SMG3 asked, looking up at Meggy. 

“YES! Count me in!” Meggy reacted, closing the book and placing it aside to help SMG3. “Any spots you recommend I go for?” Meggy asked. 

SMG3 chuckled evilly, eager to get started. “I suppose a little lesson is in order?” 

[trashyswitch]

I LOVE IT!!

"That's the day the three became one."

A special drawing for two very special people!~💙

@trashyswitch @foxboidrew

[trashyswitch]

AAUAGSHSJSS I love your tickle fics SO MUUUUCHHH, IT GIVES ME SO MUCH GIDDY FEELINGS, I WANNAA AAAAAAA *screams into pillow while kicking legs into the matress*

Anyways, hi!!! I'm the one that one day asked you about 'if it was normally to daydream about being tickled, and what I should do about it' (idk if you remember, it's okay if you don't!). You told me that it was completely okay, and that I should explore these wants. Anyways, I'm here to give you an uptade!!

I finally had the courage to slightly mention that I'm ticklish to my bf and he hasn't left me alone since, lol. His way of greeting me/surprising me is literally squeezing my ribs. I have very ticklish ribs (although he hasn't discovered yet that my knees are worse. I can feel the impending doom lmao).

Sooooo yeah, things are working out well! I have you to thank for it too - I would never have even considered mentioning it to him. Now, all I need to do is go a step further and actually ask for tickles whenever in a mood, but we'll get there someday :)

Anyways, thank you!!!! - 🐸

Hi 🐸 anon! I'm so happy that you like my fanfics!! I love writing them, so...It's a win-win situation. :3

And OH MY GOSH, THAT WAS YOU?! That's amazing!! YOU TOLD YOUR BF ABOUT YOUR LOVE FOR TICKLING?! Holy- You have 10x more bravery than I ever will.

Oop- I completely get where you're coming from. My ribs are really sensitive too. My Dad was the type of guy who would wrap his fingers around the sides of my knee to tease me. It tickles so bad, and it was a nice memory for me.

And honestly, confessions take time to process and understand. So take it one step at a time, and ask him when you're ready. <3

~Pocket

[trashyswitch]

Hey, I never noticed you had a submit a post section before. Can I submit a Sanders Sides fic if you promise not to show my username? I already have an alternative name in place that I use when submitting fics

I have honestly never used the Submit Post option. So, sure! I'll give it a try.

[trashyswitch]

I was watching Mario Reacting to Nintendo Memes by SMG4 when you took this…🤭☺️

Look at that genuine smile!!! I'm so happy I caught this moment!🥺💙💕

#GF #naturally gorgeous #long distance

@trashyswitch @foxboidrew

[trashyswitch]

The Super Mario Bros Movie | Bloopers, Gag Reel

Despite the success of the Super Mario Bros Movie, one question remains: Are there any behind-the-scenes clips? If so, where are they?! As your writer, I am here to announce that there are no behind-the-scenes clips. However, I have received a collection of bloopers and gag reels from a third party. With this knowledge, I have written out the blooper scenes to the best of my ability. Here they are in their final form!

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user on Tumblr! This AMAZING idea is fully theirs, and they deserve all the credit. It was incredibly fun to write, and I hope you thoroughly enjoy!

“And ACTION!” 

The King penguin pointed to Bowser and the army. “ATTACK!” A little smirk filled his beak as the army of penguins charged at Bowser’s army. Each penguin made snowballs and threw them at Bowser, hoping to take him down. 

But the camera zoomed out, revealing Bowser’s size and the snowballs’ damage (or lack of) to the large turtle. 

Suddenly, someone from the background bursted out laughing! The penguins stopped their attack and turned to the camera, while Bowser looked to the camera and bursted out in bellow-y laughter. 

The king penguin’s serious acting broke into laughter of his own, as he rubbed his beak with his flipper. “Lakitu!” The king penguin reacted, looking at the camera and chuckling. 

“Sorry!” Lakitu replied. “I couldn’t help it!” He admitted.  

“Let’s try again.” Someone else said. 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario reached his arm to catch it, but ended up missing it. The napkin bapped Luigi in the forehead, making Luigi freeze and widen his eyes in shock. 

“Dang it, I missed.” Mario said, laughing a bit. 

“Let’s go again.” 

[ATTEMPT 2] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario reached his arm out to catch it, and ended up punching the napkin straight out of frame. 

Luigi doubled over and bursted out laughing. “KAY! OH!” Luigi shouted. 

Mario laughed a bit as well. “That’s one way to save you.” He reacted, gently punching his brother’s shoulder. 

“Let’s go one more time.” 

[ATTEMPT 3] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario caught it this time, and squeezed it. “Say that again about my brother, and you’re gonna regret it.” He warned, throwing it back at Spike. 

Spike widened his eyes as the napkin hit him in the head, before looking at Mario. “Oh yeah?” He reacted, getting up from his chair, and revealing his massive height compared to Mario’s size. He tried to pick up Mario, but accidentally ripped the denim strap right off his overalls! 

“...Whoops!” Spike reacted, before awkwardly giving the strap back to Mario. 

Mario chuckled as he held up the ripped strap. “Can I get a wardrobe change, please?” He asked. 

“On it!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

The camera was turned on early, to reveal the crew putting together the Mario family dining room set. 

Luigi looked like he was trying to prevent himself from drooling. “Come on, Lindsey. Just one piece?” Luigi asked, reaching for the bowl of garden salad. 

Lindsey slapped Luigi’s hand away. “Nope. No touching.” She replied as she placed the salad on the table. 

Luigi flapped his hand to take away the slight pain. “Ow…” He muttered. 

“You too, Mario.” Lindsey said while walking away. 

Luigi turned to look at Mario, and threw his head back with a wheeze. 

The camera zoomed in, to reveal Mario with his mouth full of mushrooms along with a shocked look on his face. “Whath?!” Mario asked through his mouthful of mushrooms, visibly confused. His attempt to speak would make a mushroom fall out of his mouth and onto the plate, making laughter erupt from the rest of the crew. 

Papa Mario is seen rolling his eyes with a chuckle. “I thought you weren’t supposed to like mushrooms?” He mentioned. 

Mario swallowed. “Can’t relate. Mushrooms are delicious.” He replied. 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

Mario gazed at the huge mushrooms that filled the area. He looked down at one of the shorter mushrooms with innocent curiosity, before looking over at one of the blue mushrooms. He reached out to grab it. 

“OOGA BOOGA-” Kamek suddenly appeared from behind the mushroom. 

Mario let out an ungodly shriek and fell to the ground. “HOLY MAMA-” He reacted. 

Everyone else bursted out laughing, while Mario rubbed the back of his head and chuckled himself. 

[ATTEMPT 2] 

Mario gazed at the huge mushrooms that filled the area. He looked down at one of the shorter mushrooms with innocent curiosity, before looking over at one of the blue mushrooms. He reached out to grab it. 

“DO NOT TOUCH THAT MUSHROOM-” 

“aAAH!” Mario fumbled backwards…only for someone to grab his sides! 

“BOO!” That person shouted at him.

Mario shrieked and hugged himself. “LUIGI!” Mario shouted, before falling onto the ground nearby. 

Luigi snickered playfully. “We gotcha good!” He teased, before walking up to Toad. “High five!” Luigi raised his hand up to Toad.  

“High-five!” Toad declared, high-fiving him back. 

“Let’s focus please, boys. We’re almost done.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Mario sprinted up to Peach, reaching his arm out. Peach reached out with her hand as well, providing her a potential chance to help the newcomer.

…Only for Peach to throw Mario over her head and onto the ground. 

Mario grunted in slight pain, before getting up and grabbing his hat. “Princess! I-” 

Mario yelped as he was tackled by a blue security guard toad, followed by a green security guard toad, and a yellow security guard toad. Mario was supposed to let out screams of pain…but the cast heard something completely different. 

“waHAIT! BAHAhaha! N-Noho fahahair! HAHAHA!” 

Peach’s face turned to shock, before trying not to laugh at the circumstance herself. “Wehell…that’s one way to take down an intruder…” She mentioned. 

A few of the other cast members could be heard laughing as they watched from behind the camera.

“CUT!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

“What is your name?” Bowser asked, spinning Luigi as he floated in Kamek’s power. 

“Uh…Luigi.” He replied nervously, trying to see Bowser as he spun. 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi felt as his chin was lifted with Bowser’s claw. “Hehe…” He awkwardly chuckled. “Yaaay…” He said next. 

“But there’s one problem, Luigi.” Bowser dragged his finger up and off Luigi’s chin. 

Luigi yelped and threw his head to the side. “aAHa!” Luigi muttered. 

Bowser stopped acting and stared at him. “What?” He asked, confused. 

“Sssorry…” Luigi admitted. 

“What happened?” Peach could be heard behind the camera. 

“I don’t know. He just sorta…squeaked.” 

“Alright. Let’s go for take 2.” 

[TAKE 2] 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi curled his neck in, snorting as he anticipated the chin touch. “Sohorry, this is really embarrassing.” He muttered. 

Bowser chuckled. “You’re sensitive too, huh?” He asked, lifting Luigi’s chin and scratching under it a slight bit more. 

Luigi squeaked and let out almost a girly giggle as he tried to hide his chin. “NoO!” He reacted. “Ohokay, maybe a little.” He admitted next. 

“Another take?” Bowser asked, looking behind the camera. 

“Let’s go again.” 

[TAKE 3] 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi jumped as the claw touched down on his chin. “eeEEhe!” Luigi squeaked. 

Bowser paused for a moment, before attempting to continue. “But there’s one problem, Luigi.” Bowser dragged his finger up and off Luigi’s chin. 

Luigi snorted right away. “Ohmygod-This is so hard!” He reacted, visibly embarrassed. 

Bowser rolled his eyes and laughed a bit before looking off camera. “Is he always this sensitive?” Bowser asked. 

“His neck is his biggest weakness.” You could somewhat hear Mario say behind the camera. 

“But I’m not even touching his neck.” Bowser poked his chin again. “I’m up near his chin.” He explained.

Luigi kept squeaking and giggling. 

“Chin is included.” Mario said. 

Bowser sighed with a chuckle. “How about…Instead of dragging my finger up like this…” Bowser did exactly what he said, making giggles and a snort erupt from Luigi’s mouth. “I’ll just remove it from below.” He suggested. 

“Sohohounds goohood.” Luigi replied. 

“Okay. We have it figured out now?” 

“Yup, I think so.” Bowser replied. 

“Alright. Take 3.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

“We’re best friends.” The toad told Peach. 

“But are we?” Mario asked, lifting his hands up as he raised his shoulders. 

Toad lifted his finger up, quieting him. “Don’t worry.” He turned to look at Peach. “I…will…protect you.” He said in a lower voice than usual. 

Peach knelt down to his level. “A toad brave enough to join me.” She said with a proud smile. 

“I fear nothing.” He declared. 

“Pfff-Pfft-” 

Toad and Peach both turned their heads towards the tittering noise. Peach looked surprised, while Toad still had his brave facial expression on his face. 

It was Mario, who was out of the camera’s view. He had his fist on his mouth, slightly red in the face as he tried not to laugh. Mario took in a big breath and let it out. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just-” Mario giggled. 

Toad narrowed his beady eyes slightly and smirked. “I’m Batman.” He said before laughing. 

Mario bursted out laughing at that line. “Yeah, that! You sound like Batman!” Mario admitted. 

“I like the voice. If Mario can keep it together, we’ll use it.” 

Toad fistbumped the air, going back to his cute side. “Yay!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Mario pulled up in his little kart at the starting line. Peach pulled up in her motorcycle right beside him, looking at Mario with a smirk. But then, a set of large wheels rolled up beside Mario, making Mario and Peach look up in shock. 

It was little old Toad, in a gigantic monster truck, and glasses to complete the look! 

Peach was the first one to break. “PFFTAAAHAHAHAHA-!” Peach slapped her motorcycle handle as she laughed rather loudly. 

Mario bursted out in laughter next. “Ihihi dihidn’t know he was gonna come out like that!” He admitted, leaning back with more laughter.

The rest of the crew both on, and off screen could be heard laughing as well. Peach was letting out fits of giggles by this point. “Meehee neither!” Peach admitted. 

“Ahalight. Do we have our giggles out now?” The director asked. 

Mario put his index finger up as he pulled himself together. “Yeah, I think.” He replied. “Another take, I assume?” 

“One more take, then we’ll compare shots.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Peach and Mario were leading the Jungle kingdom members on the rainbow road. “Is there anything like this in your world?” Peach asked. 

“WHAT?!” Mario yelled back. 

Peach brought her motorcycle closer. “IS THERE ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN YOUR WORLD?!” Peach yelled, leaning her motorcycle closer to Mario so he could hear her words. 

Mario laughed. “No! We don’t drive on rainbows.” Mario admitted. 

“What are you gonna tell me next?! That the turtles aren’t evil?!” Peach asked next. 

“No, no! They’re usually pets!” Mario admitted. 

Peach was taken aback by this. “No WAY!” She reacted. 

“Yeah, come to Brooklyn! I’ll buy you a turtle!” Mario told her. 

Peach giggled. “Maybe I will~!” Peach said. 

Donkey Kong honked his horn and drove up beside Peach. “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST KISS!” Donkey Kong yelled. 

Mario widened his eyes and visibly blushed. 

Meanwhile, Peach just laughed. “That’s not your line!” She yelled at him. 

“It’s NOT?!” Donkey Kong asked. 

“NO! YOU SAY SOMETHING ABOUT FLIRTING!” Peach yelled to him. 

“OH YEAH! I FORGOT!” He admitted. “SORRY!” He yelled. “AGAIN?” 

“LET’S TRY AGAIN!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Peach was driving upside down when 2 Koopa turtles came up to her from behind. Noticing the koopas, Peach frowned at the one on the right, before kicking that same Koopa turtle in the face. 

She drifted her motorcycle back and hit the left Koopa turtle straight off the track. The left Koopa’s kart rolled backwards, causing a missile to launch. 

Though the missile was supposed to pass right beside Peach, the missile ended up hitting Peach! “aAAAAH!” Peach shouted, as the missile dragged her off the rainbow track and into the dark abyss below! 

Mario turned his head towards the screaming princess from another track. “PRINCESS!” Mario shouted, reaching his arm out. He lowered his arm and looked at the camera as Peach disappeared. “Uh…I guess I’m marrying the king now?” He joked with a chuckle. 

This made Lakitu, along with some of the Jungle Kingdom army, burst out laughing on and off camera. Luigi’s laughter could most instinctively be heard from behind the camera.

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Luigi walked up to Mario with two cups of coffee. He handed Mario his red cup with the letter M on it, before clinking the mugs together. Luigi placed his left hand under his cup, and carefully took a sip of the coffee. 

Mario took a sip of his coffee as well, before making a face of disgust. “Eugh…What the-” Mario looked down at the coffee before looking at Luigi. 

Luigi was laughing a bit. “Is it that bad?!” He asked. 

“Dude…” Mario widened his eyes and opened his mouth, before breathing somewhat heavily. “Lu-?! What’d you put in it?!” Mario yelled, huffing with worry and pain as he fanned his mouth with his hand before sprinting off frame with his cup of ‘coffee’. 

Luigi burst out laughing and put his own coffee on a nearby table so he could laugh harder. “Nohothing!” Luigi replied. 

“LIAR!” Mario shouted from off camera. 

Luigi smirked as he pulled something out of his overalls. “Whaaat? I didn’t put aaanything in your coffee!” He said sarcastically, showing the crew the bottle of ghost pepper hot sauce he had in his hand. 

Mario must’ve seen the hot sauce in his hand…because in no time at all, Mario had run back into frame. “LUIGI!” He shouted, tackling Luigi to the ground and taking the hot sauce out of his hand. “Gimme this!” He took the lid off it and shoved it into his brother’s mouth before squeezing the bottle, putting about 2 tablespoons of hot sauce into his brother’s mouth. “Your turn, Gigetto.” Mario said with an evil smirk on his face. 

Luigi’s eyes widened as the hot sauce filled his mouth. He yelped and swallowed instinctively. “Mario-” He reacted, before shrieking and huffing himself as the hot sauce took over his mouth. “MARIO-!” Luigi shouted, sprinting off-screen. “HOT-HOT-HOT-HOT!” He shouted all the way off the set. 

Lakitu turned the camera, to reveal the set piece behind their ‘bedroom’. Luigi was grabbing the closest carton from inside the fridge, and gulping it right out of the carton. 

“Luigi, that’s cream!” Papa Mario said.

Luigi ignored him, taking a few more gulps before lowering the carton. “Close enough.” He replied, huffing. 

Everyone else was laughing while Papa Mario was rubbing the top of his nose. “Sorry director. They’ve had a long day.” Papa Mario admitted. 

“It’s fine. One more take should be good. CUT!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

[trashyswitch]

WOOO! My friend Bibs is in this! @justalilgiddybibs is a Voice Actor in this! Xey play all the Koopa guards!

ITS OUT!!!!!🙌💚🐧⭐️

@jell-o101