The Giggle Gun Part Three

Edith couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Normally if anyone tried tickling Margo’s feet she would go on the defensive. This was unnatural of her in so many ways. It was hard to describe in words but it seemed she found the tickling to be enjoyable. This wasn’t right by any stretch of
the imagination. In fact, she found it most intolerable. Where was the fun in tickling someone if they didn’t fight back. Worse yet, she didn’t know if she would ever stop laughing. The way she
rolled about, her hands on her belly. Tears of happiness streaming down her face and not once did she complain.

Agnes didn’t like this one bit. It wasn’t like her sister to be happy when tickled. Most of the time she was swatting at the tickler. About the only people that could get away with it were Lucy and Gru. Antonio ranked third in that category and only because she trusted him not to go too far. Edith always went way overboard when it came to tickling either of her sisters. Agnes could
barely stand it without using a tool. Margo was just as bad if not worse when it came to feather tickling. About the only time one could get away with it was when she was sleeping and only Edith dared to try.

“When is she going to stop?”, Agnes asked.

“How should I know ?”, Edith shoot back.

“You’re the one that did it. Make it stop tickling her.”

“I don’t know how  Stop yelling at me ”

But Agnes didn’t stop yelling at her sister. For the first time she got really angry at Edith. All the jokes and pranks she had played on her were nothing compared too this. Just the way Edith stood their, looking at Margo made her mad. Her face took on a look of disgust the likes that had never been seen on Agnes’ face. She marched up to her sister and demanded she make the feather stop. Unfortunately, she had no idea how the gun actually worked.

“This is all your fault ”, Agnes said as she snatched the gun from Edith.

“Is not ” Edith exclaimed. “How was I suppose to know it would tickle her ”


“You knew. I saw that meanie look on your face  You wanted to tickle her  Your nothing but a big, old meanie ”, she said as she pushed her sister.

“Cut it out, Agnes ”


But she didn’t heed her sister’s cries. She kept pushing her back. She wanted Edith to say she was sorry which was harder then it sounded.

Ever since she knew her she had never took the blame for doing wrong. She wouldn’t put the blame on others, not always. She just never opened up and apologized. That’s what Agnes wanted her too do. All Edith had to say was, ‘I’m sorry.’ Of course, that was next to impossible
because Edith didn’t think it was all her fault. If Margo hadn’t been playing Mother, none of this would’ve happened. Again, she wasn’t putting blame on her sister, none at all.  She just didn’t like admitting it. This alone made Agnes more upset. So much so that she wanted to push Edith down, though she knew she could never do that. She wanted to take her hat and tie around her head. She wanted to beat her with a pillow until she was overcome with fluffy abuse  None of these thoughts would ever become a reality. Agnes was too sweet and lovable to resort to violence, no matter how childish it might seem. However, she was going to make Edith feel sorry and she knew exactly how to do this.

The shoving was quite annoying but Edith knew better then to push back. The last thing she wanted was to hurt Agnes and make her cry. The sounds of her sorrow were enough to shatter ones sanity, plus she didn’t want to get into trouble. So, she just let Agnes push her about. If she
had noticed what was in back of her, she would’ve moved out of the way. Sadly, she had completely forgotten about Mr. Fluffles and ended up tripping over him.

“Thanks for the help, Mr. Fluffles. I’ll take it from here.”, she grinned.

Edith was now laying with her back on the floor. Her legs were now draped over the unicorn plush’s body. It was the perfect position for what Agnes had in mind. If she thought feather tickling was funny, she was going to make her laugh herself silly.

And so, after staring at the slippered feet in front of her. Agnes quickly removed the padded footwear. Next, she aimed the gun at Edith’s soles and fired a feather at them.

Before Edith knew what was happening, she felt the feather touch the bottoms of her feet. She scrunched her toes as a defense in case it tried tickling them. Instead, it made its home right on her arches. Fanning itself against her pink soles, making her feet shuffle.

“Oh...no...no.......   ”, Edith said as she tried to hold in the laughter.

“How does that feel ?”, Agnes asked with a smile on her face.

Edith could feel the tickling mounting. The giggles were bottling up inside her, wanting to be let out. She knew if she, did it would never end. The feather would tickle her forever and she
wouldn’t care. She would become like Margo, but not because she saw how she reacted. She could feel it in her brain. The urge to giggle and laugh was over powering. Still she tried holding it in, figuring if she didn’t laugh the feather would stop tickling her. But the way it was brushing, flicking its tip upon her naked soles. She liked it and wanted it to keep on tickling her. At the same time she didn’t want it to tickle cause if she did, she would become like her sister.

Agnes watched as the feather wiggled upwards towards Edith’s insteps. Her feet started moving back and forth and crossing each other as if to shield themselves. About the only thing it did was make it tickle even more. She could see it in her sister’s face. Her eyes were shut tight and her
cheeks were becoming flushed. Edith shock her head, fighting off the laughter. But it was no use and soon she started giggling.

As soon as the giggles started the feather started brushing faster as it inched towards the balls of her feet. This caused her toes to wiggle and her giggling started converting into full blown laughter. Her head tilted back as waves of joyous laughing echoed from within her. Edith couldn’t contain herself anymore. Although her feet acted as if to resist the tickling. She wanted more and more. She knew it would never end and she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was lay their and laugh herself silly. And she might have done just that if the two men hadn’t gotten their in time.

It wasn’t too hard for them to locate the girl’s room. All they had to do was follow the sounds of laughter. By the time they got their, both Margo and Edith had been reduced to laughing fools, just as Nefario had predicted would happen. Thankfully, he had come prepared. By spraying a special liquid upon the girl’s feet. It acted like a shield that blocked any attempts by the feather to tickle. Finally, both feathers expired and the girl’s began to regain their composure.

As for Agnes, she felt bad for what she had done. She apologized to Dr. Nefario. She knew it was wrong but she was mad at Edith.

“Quite alright my dear. I would find it hard myself when placed in your situation. As for this thing...”, he said, taking the gun from the girl.

“As for dat ting  It is tu be destroyed immediately or sooner even  I vill not have anyone in dis house laughing dhier heads off unless I’m tellin a joke.”

Nefario nodded and walked out of the room feeling sad. He knew the weapon was dangerous but for some reason he couldn’t part with it. He even asked Gru as they left the girl’s room if it was necessary to disassemble his invention.

“I told yu before, Dr. Nefario. Dat ting is a menace and I don’t like it.”


“What if I readjusted the collaboration of the animation process? I could fine tune it so it only tickled someone for five minutes or shorter.”

“Vait a minute  Yu can du dat?”

“Of course I can. I’m not a mad scientist for nothing, Gru. Should only take three hours.”

“Vell vhy didn’t yu tell me dis in da first place?”

“You never asked. I keep telling you, Gru. If you have a question, ask. I can’t keep telling you the obvious if you don’t ask me questions.”
*****

Later that night, after the girls were safely tucked in their bed. Long after the minions had retired for the night. Even long after Dr. Nefario decided to go to sleep himself. Gru entered his room, a devilish smile on his face. “Evening Lucy.”, he said waking his wife.

“Gru? What time is it and why are you looking at me that way? I know that look and you can forget it.”, she asked half asleep.

“Vhat are yu talkin about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Plus, it’s too late.”, she said with a nervous smile.

He told her not to worry. He merely wanted to test one of Nefario’s new inventions. “Dis von’t hurt a bit. Coochie, coochie coo ”, he chuckled as he pulled out the Giggle Gun.

The next thing Lucy knew a feather flew out of the barrel and started tickling her feet. For five minutes the sounds of laughter could be heard coming from behind the closed door.

From then on, Gru kept Nefario’s Giggle Gun handy incase one of the family members needed a good laugh. It was never misused as per his agreement. That is until his minions found it, but that is another story.

The End