#lee kyle

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“Oh my god dude I don’t think I can do this.” Kyle said, bringing the blanket over his eyes. 

“Kyle, nothing’s even happened yet.” 

“I don’t care!” The ginger cried, peeking his head out, “I know what’s gonna happen!” 

He and Stan decided to have a Super Best Friend Horror Movie Marathon in perpetuation of Halloween. Normally, they would invite their other friends, but they wanted it to be just them. 

They were on their first movie of the night, Psycho. It was Stan’s favourite horror movie, and he wanted to share it with his friend, not knowing Kyle would get so scared. The scene played out on the television screen; the girl in the shower, her killer’s silhouette behind the curtains. 

Kyle let out a scared yelp and went back under the blanket, holding Stan’s arm with an iron grip. 

“Dude how are you so scared?” Stan asked, kind of amused with his friend's behaviour. He felt sorry for Kyle, he didn’t think this movie would scare him so bad. 

Kyle brought his head back up to glare at Stan before his eyes fixated on the screen again. He watched as the killer stood there for a few seconds before slowly lifting the knife in the air. He griped onto Stan’s arm tighter. “Kyle, you’re gonna cut off my blood circulation.”

“Why the fuck is she just holding it?! Why?! Just fucking do it already!” Kyle shook his head as he shouted. 

“Kyle calm down-" As soon as Stan said that, the killer struck, opening the curtains. 

That’s all Kyle saw before going back under the covers, releasing his hold on Stan’s arm to cover his ear as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

Now is when Stan felt absolutely horrible, so he paused the movie. This wasn’t Kyle’s first horror movie, they’ve seen way scarier ones before. He couldn’t tell what was scaring his friend so much.

“Kyle, I paused the movie. You can come out now.” The brunette said, still slightly amused even though most of him was worried. 

“No fucking way dude. I’m staying here.” 

“What’s so scary anyways?” Stan asked with genuine curiosity. 

Kyle blushed under the covers. “I don’t know… I guess just knowing what’s gonna happen is scary.” 

Finally, Stan understood why his friend was so rattled. “Ohhh it’s the anticipation.” Stan smiled sympathetically as he placed an arm over his friend's back, “dude you’re fine! It’s just a movie, no killer is gonna show up outside your shower curtain and kill you like that. Plus, the anticipation isn’t even that bad! If you know what’s gonna happen, then why are you so scared?” 

The question didn’t mean to indirectly call his friend a pussy, but that’s what it felt like to Kyle. He blushed more as he felt like he was overreacting. “Shut up dude.” 

After realizing what he said, Stan’s eyes widened. “Kyle, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” When he got no response, Stan came up with an idea. “How about this, I’ll show you that not all forms of anticipation can be scary!” 

Kyle shifted from under the covers, eying his friend's silhouette from under the thin blanket,  “I don’t know…”

“You’ll love it! Trust me!” Stan was now smiling as he raised his hands and turned them into claws. He began wiggling his fingers as he asked, “can you see my hands through the blanket?” The squeak he got from his friend was all he needed to answer that question.

“S-Stan… dohon’t you fucking dahare.” 

“What’s up Kyle? Why are you so freaked out? I’m not touching you yet.”

Kyle covered his face under the covers and groaned, peeking between his fingers to see Stan’s hands now hovering just inches above his abdomen. He gave a flustered yell and covered his stomach with his arms. 

Stan gave a chuckle at his friend’s reaction. “Dude! The trick won't work if you cover your stomach!” a kinda evil idea popped into the black haired boy’s head. “Here, I’ll do this instead,” he said as he threw the blanket off of Kyle. Before Kyle could say anything, Stan grabbed his hands. He then sat on Kyle’s hips while he pinned his arms under his knees. “Perfect, now you’ll get the full effect.”

Kyle’s eyes practically popped out of his eyes at how wide they went. “STAN! Wahait- this is wohohorse! L-lehet me go!”

Stan did not, in fact, let him go. Instead, he just giggled along with Kyle before he began wiggling his fingers above Kyle’s stomach again. “You’re so ticklish holy shit! Can you actually feel it?”

“Yehe- No! No I cahan’t! Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Kyle tried to push his head back so his hat could help cover his rapidly growing blush. However, that just gave Stan another idea.

“Oh you wanna cover your face, Kyle? Here, lemme help you with that!” He then reached up and tugged his friend’s hat over his eyes. The ginger curls now visible.

Oh no. Kyle didn’t think this through. Now he couldn’t see what Stan was doing! Oh god, this was so much worse.

“Stahahan! Oho my god, plehehease!”

“Plehease what?

“If yohou’re gohohonna doho something then juhust do it!”

“Okay! Okay!” Stan giggled and rested his hands on Kyle’s stomach. They weren’t moving, but Kyle still shrieked at the feeling. 

“STAHahahahan!”

“Are you still scared of anticipation?”

Kyle gave another whine and shook his head “no”. Satisfied with that answer, Stan started digging his fingers into Kyle’s stomach, the ginger throwing his head back in a giggle-filled scream. 

Kyle snorted at his best friend and crossed the room to throw his arm over Stan's shoulders and snapped a photo. It came out blurry as Stan struggled in his grip.

"Ah come on Stan, you're no fun anymore. Come on, you can sing with me." Stan shoved Kyle off as Kyle was already moving to the karaoke machine. Kyle pressed a button on the machine that booted up a song immediately. Kyle tipped his shades down to look at Stan with green-tinted eyes as he pointed at Stan with one hand and held a microphone with his other as the first notes of his song began to play. Stan rolled his eyes once more as he scratched near his eyelid, shedding black eyeshadow in the process.

"Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight? I wanna see what you got in stooore~ Giving it your all when you're dancing on me-" Kyle rocked his hips in tune with the music which Stan stifled both a groan and a blush at the same time at that; very confusing.

-"I wanna see if you can gimme some more~ You can be my girl and I can be your man, and we can pump this jam however you waaant~ Pump it from the side pump it upside down-" Kyle lifted one leg onto the couch and started humping the air in tune to the song, to which Stan stood up abruptly and crashed into him to get him to stop.

"Alright alright alright! Quit it!" Stan clicked a button on the machine that paused the song, silence filling its place. Kyle tsked, disappointed as he threw his arms up.

"Dude it was getting good, what the fuck?! Turn it back on." Kyle pressed the button to turn the song back on, but the machine didn't respond. Kyle pressed it a few more times, to no avail, and kicked it out of frustration. "This shit's gahbage. Need to get a new one, it's been acting up lately."

"Or the machine just doesn't want to play your shitty-ass song. Here, I'll show you what real music is. Not this disgusting Disney pop trash." Stan programmed the machine to play a new song, and snagged the microphone from Kyle, but not without a flirtatious wink from Kyle first. Stan's cheeks burned an uncharacteristic red as the first few notes of the song began to play. He began to sing.

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight. That's why my wrists are so sooore~" Kyle gave Stan a bewildered look as Stan kept going.

"I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a whore. Everybody drinking, shot glasses on the floor. We be clubbing all night, gimme some more-" Now it was Kyle's turn to shut off the machine. Stan petered out the last few words without the song's help and whirled around to face Kyle.

"Hey, what the hell? It was getting to the good part!" Stan asked angrily. Kyle put his hands on his hips and motioned to Stan.

"You call that music? They're talking about cutting themselves and whores for Christ's sake!" Kyle rose his voice while adjusting his shades, which riled Stan up as well.

"What about your song with you humping the damn air? That's not inappropriate?! Turn it back on, I said." Stan reached to turn the music back on the machine, but Kyle gripped his wrist before he could make it. Stan attempted to wrench his hand back but Kyle kept a firm hold on him.

"Hell no. We either listen to my music or not. I'm not catching your depression from your emo My Chemical Romance crap." That was Stan's final straw. With a growl, Stan launched himself at Kyle and took him to the floor. Kyle's shades and cap were knocked off his head as Stan straddled his hips. Stan knew he'd have to take the advantage as soon as possible because he did NOT have a physical advantage over Kyle. It was a part of the Jersey aesthetic for men to be ripped, and Kyle was indeed that while Stan was...not.

So Stan tore down Kyle's defenses the only way he knew how. Stan started scribbling his fingers in between the spaces of Kyle's lower ribs and sides; Kyle already bubbling up in laughter as he wriggled on the carpet.

"My music is not Emo you wanna-be Jersey Shore copycat. It's better than anything you've ever played!" Stan yelled, his black lipstick staining the corners of his mouth. It's been a while since he touched up his makeup, but that would have to wait. He would have to teach this lesson to Kyle quick before he tried any retaliation.

Kyle's red hair splayed on the carpet as he laughed and tried to grab Stan's wrists. "Pffmt- Stahahan! Stohohop thahat!" Funnily enough, in his laughing fit, his Jersey accent mysteriously disappeared. Kyle's eyes squinted as his smile took up his face; Stan's hand spidering his hard stomach. How could he have this many abs and still be so sensitive, Stan thought distantly.

"No, this is the only way you'll listen. You're not only calling my music Emo, but you also called it crap." Stan's next point was drowned out by Kyle's outpour of laughter as Stan kneaded an exceptionally mean thumb in Kyle's bare hip divet. Wearing his pajama pants so low had its consequences. Kyle's eyes were screwed shut as he was temporarily too weak to fight back."STAhahahan! Gehehehet ohohohoff!" Kyle yelled out and wriggled like a worm on a hook.

"Hmph, your fault for wearing your pants so low. I mean, who does that? It's like you're asking for this to happen. This is why your music and fashion tastes are questionable at best. See, if you would pay attention to any of the Goth Tiktoks I send you, we'd agree a lot more often." Stan grew way too comfortable with the situation in his position. He attempted to hold both of Kyle's wrists in one of his hands, which Kyle easily broke out of.

Kyle's hand shot out to start squeezing the closest part of Stan to him. It was Stan's knee that was exposed through his baggy jeans. Stan yelped and folded to the side, crumbling easily. Kyle popped up and dove in, causing Stan to shriek. Kyle's face was flushed and his curls bounced around his forehead while his fingers squished and kneaded into his best friend.

"W-Wahahait wahait waihait! No nohoho no I'm SAH-! I'm sohohohrry!" Stan fought to bring his knees up to his belly to protect himself, but Kyle found weak spots all over him. He squished Stan's sides, which made Stan cover his sides, and when his hands were out of the way he kneaded into his hips, causing him to squeal.

"Oh, talk about my accent leaving? You raised 3 octaves in your voice! I've never heard you so loud. You know maybe if you spoke up more often, I'd actually care about your opinion on my tastes." Kyle swung a leg around Stan's thighs to force one of them down and attacked his belly with one hand. Stan's tummy was definitely softer than Kyle's, with some chub around his belly button. Which just so happens to be ridiculously ticklish. Stan yelped as Kyle repeatedly squished the patch of chub over and over again.

"KYhyhyhyhle! Stohohohop stohohop stop! Nohohot thehehere!" Kyle was unfazed at his best friend's reaction. He knew when Stan really needed it to stop, and he wasn't nearly there yet.

"Huh, I wonder what would happen if I recorded this and sent it to your uppity black-clothed douchebag friends. You think they would kick you out of their dick-sucking club- GAH!" Stan didn't know how he did it, but he managed to wrench his grip out of Kyle's hold and shoved his hand up Kyle's armpit and started to scribble.

"Youhohohou ahahahasshole! Gehehehet ohohout of thehehere!" Kyle winced as Stan rose higher and shook his hand in the sensitive spot.

"Yeah? Well what if I recorded this and sent it to your orange spray-tanned "5-seconds-of-fame" seeking asshole friends and show them what a poser you are? I'm sure anyone THIS incredibly ticklish couldn't fit in-" Kyle reached forward and gripped Stan's hip and started to knead. Stan fell backward on the carpet of the living room like a felled tree. Kyle smirked at how easy it was to disarm his friend.

"You're one to talk aren't you, huh Cabbage? Well, you won't be talking in a second." Kyle's chain escaped his tank top as he thrust forward and started squishing into Stan's belly. Stan shrieked a manly sound as he started to curl up into his defensive ball.

"Shuhu-ahahaha! Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Stan yelled out. Kyle snorted at Stan's attempt at being intimidating. Stan reached out and did what he could. Kyle's chain glinted in his eye as he grabbed the cross and yanked it off Kyle's neck. Stan kept it in a tight grip in his fist and raised it above his head.

Now it was Kyle's turn to roll his eyes as he simply started scratching his fingers in Stan's armpit. Stan instinctively shot his elbow down to save himself as Kyle attempted to pry his fingers open.

"Give that back asshole! It's my only Ed Hardy chain!" As Kyle was distracted trying to get his chain back, Stan reached forward and scribbled his fingers in Kyle's ribs. Kyle winced as he tried his hardest to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore his side getting squished. Kyle let go of Stan's hand and angrily squished Stan's kneecap to get back at him, to which Stan yelped and kicked his leg out reflexively. His Converse-covered foot kicked the glitchy karaoke machine.

Both Stan and Kyle stopped respectively at the loud clank; their hearts beating wildly in their chests. The machine made some whirring sounds, like recording and re-recording and wires getting crossed. Suddenly, a song started to play. The last two songs that were recently played on the machine glitched into one melody.

"Hey baby girl what you doin' tonight?"

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight."

"I wanna see what you got in stooore~"

"That's why my wrists are so sooore~"

Kyle looked to Stan; his makeup smeared and his hair tousled. He lost his beanie somewhere in the fight. Stan looked to Kyle, his tank top half drug up and his hair a mess. Stan silently handed Kyle over his chain and shrugged his shoulders.

"This song actually..." Stan started.

Cartman let out a faux offended noise “Shuddap jew. i’ve been waiting 3 fucking weeks for this game to be released and now you’re telling me i have to wait another WHOLE 30 minutes?!” Whining obnoxiously loudly again and flopping across the inflatable mattress the 4 were sitting on. Kyle face palmed and mumbled under his breath “Yeah well if you weren’t such a fucking idiot you would’ve installed the game before school so we could’ve played it straight away now”.

Cartman only seemed to focus on the “fucking idiot” line and sat up with a scowl, “Why don’t you go screw yourself Kahl” shoving Kyle’s shoulder with one hand causing the latter to lose his balance and bump heads with Stan, making the two boys groan and rub their heads. “OW watch it fatass!” Kyle glared, shoving back. “AY! who do you think you’re calling fat, you fucking jew” Cartman went to shove him again but this time Kyle tried to dodge it, causing Eric’s hand to brush just under his armpit.

“AH!” a yelp of surprise at the feeling had made it out of Kyle’s throat before he could stop it. Both him and Cartman froze, Kyle in dread and Eric in surprise. Kyle flushed red, watching Cartman’s expression cautiously as his stomach did flips, observing the gears turning in his head with unease. When it finally clicked, the most sinister expression washed over Cartman’s face, pure delicious glee flooding his system. “Ha.. aha.. ahahAHA! no fucking way…” Cartman’s eyes looked almost maniacal as they met Kyle’s anxious ones. “Nonono this can’t be happening” Kyle thought to himself, gritting his teeth. Eric took in Kyle’s expression, which did nothing but confirm his own conclusion.

“How could you keep this from me Kahl, I’m hurt.” Cartman faked a betrayed tone as he slowly moved closer to Kyle, the mischievous grin on his face countering his words. “W-what are you.. I- I have no idea what you’re talking about” Kyle cursed inwardly at his inability to stop stammering. During this, Kenny and Stan glanced at each other and silently decided it was best to back up and give them a bit of space. “Oh? You don’t huh? That’s a shame, I guess I’ll just have to clue you in”. In a blink Cartman lunged at Kyle, pining him under his weight as he made himself comfy on Kyle’s legs despite the struggling boy underneath him. “GET YOUR FAT ASS OFF ME. I can hear my bones creaking, you 100 pound tub of lard!” Kyle growls trying his best to hide the nervousness surging through him, pushing Cartman’s body but this just made the brunette press into him more immobilising his legs. The cheshire cat smirk had not left Cartman’s face and it felt even more intimidating now that Kyle couldn’t move away.

Kyle halted his squirming when he felt a hand rest on his side, the fingers tapping in a slow rhythm. “What’s wrong Kyal? Ticklish?” Cartman pressed in a little harder to punctuate his sentence, causing Kyle to bite his lower lip and clamp his mouth shut in order to not let any unwanted noises out. “N-no. ffuck off fahatso” Kyle barely managed to force out through a huff. Noticing Kyle trying to hold it in, Cartman instead (not bothering to hide his evil grin) chose to suddenly switch to harshly clawing into both Kyle’s lower ribs and sides. Eric watched gleefully as this made the ginger throw his head back in an attempt to ground himself and to try handling the electric feeling coursing up his abdomen. Puffing his cheeks, he lasts a total of 2 seconds before bursting into loud belly laughs “BWAHAHAHA FUCK CARTMAHAN DONT” Kyle tried to jerk to his torso away from the tickly sensations, his arms clamped uselessly at his sides, trying to block Cartman from poking higher into more sensitive territories. Cartman’s torturous fingers dance from his ribs towards his belly, poking into his belly button every so often though his jacket causing Kyle’s laughter to jump to a higher octave. His hands automatically jerk forward and he tries to cover his sensitive stomach but to no avail. “YOU FUHUCKIN- STOHOHOP” boyish laughter filled the room. He felt his hat fall off with all the head shaking he’s doing, releasing the untameable hair which was starting to stick to his forehead.

Cartman smirked to himself, relishing in the sight of his arch rival laugh himself silly. “Don’t stop? Well Kahl, i didn’t realise you enjoyed this so much. What kind of friend would i be to refuse?” He said in a sickly sweet tone though Kyle could hear the smirk in his voice. In Eric’s defence, it was honestly about time Kyle got that stick out his arse anyways, letting some steam out ought to be good for him, Cartman hummed to himself, scribbling his fingers across the ginger’s tummy. If his mouth wasn’t so busy laughing, Kyle would have told Cartman to go fuck himself. The brunette moved to squeeze Kyle’s hips, making the red head buck with a shriek. Snickering at the reaction, Cartman repeated it again and again while Kyle attempted to kick his legs to get him off, which did nothing in the slightest to move Cartman. It was starting to get too much and Kyle’s laughter rose in desperation.

Noticing Kyle’s urgency, Stan spoke up over the wild shrieks, “dude.. maybe you should let him up now, his face has gotten pretty red” concern laced his tone. “Yeph mph mmfmph” (yeah that’s enough) Kenny added though he couldn’t hide the amused tone from his voice at the situation. Oh but Cartman wasn’t done. “I’ve got one more thing to try you guys” Eric grinned diabolically, removing his hand’s from Kyle’s hips. Kyle barely had time to gulp down enough oxygen before soft but vicious hands were shoved into his unprotected armpits scratching and digging roughly in the centre. Kyle’s eyes widened almost comically and he let out the loudest scream they’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA CA-AHAHAHAHAH-” Kyle‘s laughter fell silent, he wasn’t even able to formulate words. His body fell absolutely limp as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Holy shit!” Cartman exclaimed feeling over joyed at being able to reduce Kyle into this state. And then the sadistic fatass was yanked off by two sets of hands and onto the floor away from the now panting red faced mess.

Cartman watched with a silly unremorseful smile he failed at wiping off his face so he hid it with a victorious smirk. Finally freed, Kyle curled into a ball as he let out remaining giggles, shivering a little as phantom tickles remained under his arms. A hand on his shoulder made him flinch but he looked up through blurry eyes at Stan who was trying to calm him. “You okay dude?” Stan voiced with genuine worry. All Kyle could manage was a weak nod, bringing his sleeves up to wipe the tears from his eyes and cheeks. Cartman let out an obnoxious loud laugh, “Hehe you laugh like a girl, Jew” he snickered before Stan punched him in the arm. “OW HEY! what the hell hippie” Eric grumbled. Stan glared at him, “You almost killed him Cartman!”

Kyle rolled onto his back and then sat up, unable to wipe off a small dopey smile as the residual feeling of fingers ghosted his skin. “You bastard. I-I’m fine but I won’t let you try this again Fatass” Kyle shot Cartman a glare. Voice slightly scratchy as he rubbed his still hot face with his palm. Cartman scoffed, the smirk returned to his face upon hearing this. “Like i’m ever gonna let you live this down Jew. Oh this is gonna be so much fun” Eric’s low chuckle sent a zip of panic down Kyle’s spine as he felt cold dread along with an annoying feeling of thrilling anticipation fill his body. He wasn’t gonna make it till Monday…

Kenny leaned back resting an arm on Eric’s shoulder to look over at Kyle “mmf mmph mphmph mmf. mmphmf mmphf mf mmph mph” (Hey don’t worry dude. Cartman’s really ticklish too) Kenny winked, smirking under his hood. Kyle’s head perked up at this. Maybe there was hope. Cartman spluttered, flushing pink slightly as he pushed Kenny off. “Yeah whatever kinny you have no idea what you’re talking about” Cartman quickly grabbed his controller, avoiding eye contact. “Oh hey! The game is installed you guys!” Eric exclaimed. Kyle let out a sigh and pulled his hat back on. Stan gave him a pat on the back along with a sympathetic smile before they all turned to the screen and pressed play.

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"Come on dude, you gotta watch. Nothing scary is even happening right now." Stan reasoned. Kyle left his small hidey-hole that he had made in Stan's jacket and watched the screen warily. Stan's shoulders and right arm were assimilated into Kyle's anatomy as Kyle had his arm barred over Stan's chest to hug his farthest shoulder and held onto Stan's arm to grip his arm for stability.

Stan could feel Kyle's heartbeat in his chest with how Kyle was so pressed into his body. Stan held in his laughter from the situation. He knew Kyle to be a logical person, so wouldn't he know it was just a movie?

A jumpscare from the clown shot across the screen. Kyle yelped and physically jumped, and buried his face in Stan's shoulder. Stan couldn't keep in his laughter and burst into lighthearted chuckles.

"Pfft- hahahaha! Duhude come ohon, are you serious?" Stan asked, Kyle, clutching onto Stan for dear life. Kyle looked up from Stan's jacket with a death glare in his eyes.

"Dude shut up! You're the one who put on this stupid movie! I can't watch this!" Kyle whined. Stan rolled his eyes and absent-mindedly stole his arm back from Kyle to wrap it around Kyle's back and pulled his best friend closer.

"You're fine, Kyle, just chill," Stan suggested. Kyle froze next to Stan's side, confused about what just happened, but silently accepted it as he nestled in.

Art the Clown popped up next to the protagonist, making Kyle jump in Stan's side. A smile curled on Stan's lips as he watched his scared best friend. It was sweet, in an odd way. Stan moved to eat some popcorn placed on his other side, Kyle's favorite that he wasn't even eating.

"Alright dude, I seriously can't watch anymore. Can we just- AH!" Kyle yelped from another jumpscare and shoved his face back into Stan's shoulder. Stan fought a smile off his face as he pulled on Kyle's shoulders.

"Okay okay, we'll choose something else. You gotta get off me first, I need the remote." Stan said in a begrudging manner. Kyle shook his head quickly into Stan's shoulder and dug his fingers into Stan's jacket. Stan rolled his eyes as he tried prying Kyle off of him once more.

"Kyle get off. You want the movie to keep playing or no?" Stan asked Kyle as if he were a child. Kyle shook his head at that as well. "Then you need to get off so I can switch it!" Despite Stan's tone, he found this very amusing. Kyle never usually acted his age, so for him to be so terrified of a movie like this was entertaining. Speaking of entertaining, a sinister idea planted itself into Stan's head. Stan turned his fingers into claws and took on an evil voice.

"Oooo Kyle~ You scared Art the Clown is gonna getchya?" Stan grabbed hold of Kyle's wrist that was across Stan's chest holding onto Stan's left shoulder, and folded his right hand under Kyle's open armpit. "He's gonna getchya with his claws, and he's gonnaaaa...get you!" Stan started scribbling his fingers into Kyle's small divet of open armpit, his fingers scritching into the cloth of Kyle's jacket.

Kyle immediately reeled back from his friend and squealed, but with Stan's hold on his arm across his chest, his arm stayed outstretched. "Stahahan! Duhuhude quihihit! Thahat's nohohot funnehehee!" Kyle giggled with narrowed eyes. Stan kept up his game by keeping his fingers curled in like claws, equating them to a scary monster.

"Imagine if Art knew juust how ticklish you were, he'd neeever let you go~ He'd tickle you all day long with his razor-sharp claws!" Stan teased, his fingers now dotting into Kyle's armpit and down his ribs. Kyle yelped and jumped like he was getting electrified, and pulled his leg up to try and shield himself. But with his positioning, Kyle's leg lay across Stan's lap now.

"Oh, thanks for your leg, Kyle. So yummy for Art to eat up!" Stan let go of Kyle's arms to sink his fingers into Kyle's jeaned leg, Kyle giggling from the childishness of it all and from Stan's tickly fingers in his thigh. Kyle tried to arch back from the tickles, but Stan kept a good grip.

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup ahahahasshole!! Yohohou suhuhuhuck!" Kyle started pounding his fists light-heartedly into Stan's shoulder, while Stan found a sweet spot between Kyle's knee and thigh and squished in between. Kyle broke out in fresh peals of laughter as he tried to steal his leg back from Stan.

"Mmm yes, I do suck. I suck your blood! Mmm so- uh, kosher. Tastes like matzo ball soup." Stan laughed along with Kyle as his fingers squished up and down Kyle's thigh and that small divet he found. Kyle tried standing up on the couch by putting his arms behind him and leveraging himself up and off the furniture. That was quickly remedied by Stan who took his hands off Kyle's leg and started tickling his tummy and sides.

Kyle squeaked and fell back into the couch, Stan now hovering over him as Kyle tried to bring his leg up to protect himself. Stan felt his best friend wriggle underneath him and thought it was very funny. "Stahahan stohohop! Reheheally! I'hi'll wahahatch the mohohovie I swehehear!" Kyle begged. Stan quirked his lip as he lessened his tickling up a little bit, but Kyle was such a big ball of nerves it wasn't much of a difference.

"Dude I said I would change it! You don't even know why I'm tickling you, do you? You're just a ticklish little guy aren't you?" Stan teased, Stan found a good spot in Kyle's side and squished into it. Kyle gave a small scream and bat his friend in the chest.

"Yehehehess! Wahah- Wahahait wahait nohoho! I'm nohohohot!" Stan smiled as his friend fought his tickles and found his hand scribbling in his friend's tummy. Tickling him was always fun. His laugh was a treasure. But, Stan did decide that that was enough. He didn't want Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski to wake up from Kyle's laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Geez you-" Stan looked down at Kyle, his hat slightly knocked askew and his cheeks bright with blush. The colors from the TV flashed across Kyle's face, making his green eyes pop. Kyle breathed in deeply, his chest moving from getting air back into his lungs. Stan swallowed as Kyle looked up at him.

"Stan? You okay?" Kyle asked, a little breathless. Stan never realized just how... pretty, his friend was. Stan nodded up and down robotically and reached for the remote above Kyle's head.

"Yeah uh... just need to change the channel," Stan said in a monotone voice. He felt as if he was put on autopilot while he screamed internally. He couldn't possibly have feelings for Kyle, could he? Stan moved his arm up to switch the channel, but Kyle put his hand over Stan's. Stan looked to his right to see a light smile on Kyle's face.

"Hey, you don't have to change it. As long as I have you next to me, it's not so scary." Kyle admitted. Stan's face bloomed with blush, freezing stiff next to Kyle. Automatically, the two settled into the couch, Kyle dipping under Stan's arm to be at his side again. Stan covered his mouth in his shock, not hearing what was being said to him.

A poke to Stan's side shocked him, snapping him out of his reverie. Stan looked down at Kyle, who gave him a curious look. "Dude, you okay? Don't tell me I have to distract YOU from the movie now." Kyle challenged. That was enough for Stan to get back to normal. Stan rolled his eyes and settled into the couch for real this time.

"Where the hell is Kyle?" Stan Marsh asked.

"Yeah, should we just get in without him?" Kenny McCormick questioned.

"TIMMEH!" Timmy answered.

"Guys! I'm right here! Isn't it cool?!" Kyle showed up behind the crowd of boys with a few boxes of Capri-Suns under his arms. The fourth-grade class cheered as Kyle set the boxes down on his patio table.

"Yeah, yeah, it's kewl, now let's get in the water already!" Eric Cartman pulled on his goggles and started pulling on his floaties to his upper arms. The boys followed suit by kicking off their flip-flops and throwing their shirts off.

"Woah, woah, woah, hang on fat-ass!" The fourth-grade boys froze and looked at Kyle quizzically. Kyle adjusted his green hat, despite wearing no shirt and green swim trunks.

"Before you get in the pool, there's some rules we have to follow! My dad said if we don't pay attention to the rules, he's not gonna let all of us use it anymore." Kyle explained. The boys looked at each other before they shrugged and continued taking their clothing items off.

"Okay well, what are the rules?" Tolkien Black asked. Kyle splayed his hands to get everyone's attention, but the boys chatted amongst themselves.

"Alright! Rule number one! ABSOLUTELY NO PEEING IN THE POOL! THAT'S DISGUSTING!! I'm looking at you, Cartman!" Cartman yelled out an "AYE!" before Kyle continued. "There is a bathroom located inside the house, first door on your right!"

Kyle looked around to see if he had everyone's attention. He had the attention of Butters, Jimmy, Timmy, and Tolkien, but everyone else was either setting up their toys in the pool or talking to other people.

"Guys! Don't put anything in the pool until I'm done saying the rules! This is important!" Kenny looked up from the pool as he slowly slid on a snorkel. Kyle sighed exasperated as he continued.

"Rule number two! No running around the edge of the pool or the pool area in general! It can get slippery and you don't want to fall! Rule number three! No diving headfirst into the pool, even in the deep area! You can hit your head and get hurt! Cannonballs are okay!" Cartman yawned loud and obnoxiously as the rest of the boys stood around and looked at their phones. Kyle could tell he was losing their attention already.

"Shut up Cartman! Rule number four! You have to put on sunscreen before you enter the pool! My mom is gonna set a timer for 80 minutes for everyone so we can get out of the pool, reapply our sunscreen, and then we can get back in!" The boys looked up at Kyle and groaned loudly.

"Dude we don't need sunscreen, the sun is good for you!" Stan complained. Craig was still helping Tweek apply his sunscreen across his back, so at least he was good. Kyle looked over at Stan with narrowed eyes.

"Dude do you have any idea how much cancer you can get from the sun?! Skin cancer is no joke! There was a study published just this year in 2023 stating that more than 2 people die of skin cancer every hour in the U.S.! 1 in 5 Americans will develop skin cancer by the age of 70! Do you want that to be you?!" Kyle pointed at Stan. Tweek fidgeted as he yanked the sun tan lotion from Craig's hands and started rubbing generous amounts all over his front vigorously.

"GAHAH! THAT'S NOT GONNA BE ME! CRAIG, HELP ME!!" Craig took the bottle back from Tweek and gently started applying more lotion onto Tweek's back as he shot Kyle a venomous glance. Kyle swallowed as he looked back at the boys.

"Dude, we'll put the lotion on. But every 80 minutes is a little much, we'll be fine." Stan shrugged. The boys nodded in agreement.

"Guys you're acting like I'm making up the rules. It's my mom-" Eric rolled his eyes and walked up to stand next to Kyle.

"Kyle, buddy, hey there. Listen, you're talking waaaaay too damn much. Let us into the pool and we can start having fun, okay? I'll deal with your bitch of a mom if she decides to give us crap." Eric clapped Kyle on the back as Kyle stared dumbfounded at Cartman.

"Bitch of a-?! Cartman this is my parent's pool that YOU'RE using, fatass! The least you can do is listen!" Kyle said angrily.

"I think we should listen to Kyle's rules, very much. His p-p-p-pee-parents are nice enough to let us use it on such a hot day." Jimmy spoke up.

"Well, sure! My dad said if I don't put on my suntan lotion every 80 minutes and get skin cancer, he'd ground me for sure!" Butters fidgeted with his hands. Kyle smiled at them both and turned back to Cartman.

"There, you see fat-boy? That's why anyone who doesn't put on sunscreen BEFORE getting in the pool isn't getting in at all!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all stopped what they were doing and stared at Kyle and Cartman silently. Cartman cupped his chin in thought while Kyle stood next to him with his arms crossed.

"Hmm...ah, I see what you're saying, Kyle. Loud and Clear." Kyle had a triumphant face on before Cartman pointed at Kyle.

"GRAB 'EM!" Cartman exclaimed. All the boys in the fourth-grade class rushed Kyle. Kyle yelped as he was scooped up by the boys, wriggling and fighting to no avail. The boys carried him above their heads to the edge of the pool.

"GUYS! PUT ME DOWN!!" Kyle yelled out. The boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"You wanna be put down?" Stan asked a squirming Kyle.

"YES!!" Kyle shouted. The fourth-grade boys unanimously decided to set Kyle down.

By throwing his ass in the pool.

Kyle hit the water with a huge splash, causing the water to be disturbed and rippled. The boys cheered as they started jumping in after him and cannonballing into the pool. Kyle resurfaced and spit water out from his mouth.

"Pfft- GUYS! We can't be in the pool yet, we need sunscreen!" Kyle complained. Cartman waded into the pool as the boys started splashing each other with water and putting floaties and toys in the pool.

"Uh oh, guys! Kyle's still whining about the sunscreen! We better fix that!" Cartman exclaimed. Kyle turned to yell at Cartman when he felt hands grabbing his arms. Kyle turned back to see that Craig, Tweek, and Kenny started putting their hands on him. More kids were advancing as well.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Get off me!" Kyle squeaked as he splashed in the pool, more kids grabbing his legs and arms and wiggling fingers into his bare skin.

"You see Kyle, I knew you were gonna make a big gay ass speech about what we should and shouldn't do before we got into your pool. As you always do such faggoty things before we're allowed to have any fun, I took it upon myself to tell the guys that if you start going off on a tangent and we need a quick way to shut you up, this was the perfect way to get it done." Cartman watched with glory in his eyes as Kyle started wriggling and giggling in the fourth-grade class's grip.

"Guhuhuys! Guhuhuys stohohohop!" Kyle giggled as what felt like hungry invasive fingers squished, kneaded, prodded, poked, spidered, and scribbled his skin. Jimmy, Tolkien, Butters, Stan, Kenny, Craig, and Tweek all zipped and wriggled their fingers into Kyle's skin while keeping his limbs spread apart. Being in the pool didn't help Kyle fight them off, and the water made his skin slick. Timmy watched with Cartman with a frown on his face.

"Uh...Timmeh?" Timmy asked. Cartman turned to Timmy, Kyle splashing in the pool behind him.

"Yes, Timmy?" Cartman asked. Timmy pulled up his phone and started recording.

"Timmy Timmy." Timmy said with an evil glint in his eye. Cartman nodded approvingly as he turned back to Kyle.

Craig held Kyle's arm away from his side and scribbled his fingers in his underarm while Tweek scritched along his ribs. Tolkien and Butters held onto Kyle's ankle and entertained themselves by stroking one finger up his foot and watching his toes clamp up. They did this over and over as it was entertaining each time.

Stan and Kenny held apart Kyle's other arm as Kenny gave Kyle little nibbles on his side and blew raspberries in his belly, which made Kyle buck and squeal. Stan scritched in Kyle's armpit while making conversation with Craig. Jimmy had Kyle's other foot all to himself. He held his ankle in the crook between his arm and his side in a headlock as he scrubbed Kyle's foot up and down with one hand. Kyle was quickly going ballistic already as 70 fingers played him at once.

"GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE!! THIHIHIS IHIHIS CRAHAHAZY!!" Kyle yelled out, the water splashing all around them. Kyle was floating on his back in the water being held up by the guys holding his limbs apart, so he had no leverage to squirm or escape anywhere. Kyle's eyes screwed shut as he felt fingers squish the pudge on his belly, to which he gave a loud reaction.

"Wow Kenny, you really like Kyle's stomach huh," Stan commented. Kenny shrugged and scribbled his fingers all over Kyle's tummy, reaching from the bottom of his ribs to the tops of his hips with his hands.

"Oh hey, I wanna help! Let me try!" Butters left Tolkien at Kyle's foot and went up to the opposite side of Kenny to add another ten fingers to Kyle's midsection. Kenny started scribbling his fingers in Kyle's bottom ribs while Butters dipped his fingers in Kyle's belly button and pinched his hips.

"GAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE!!" Kyle pleaded, his body getting tired with all the exertion from trying to get away from so many fingers. He was gonna have a killer six-pack in the morning.

"Aww, well he's just ticklish everywhere, isn't he! That's so sweet!" Butters beamed at Kenny while Tolkien decided to experiment and scritched his fingers underneath Kyle's knee while still pulling his leg apart. Kyle let out a loud cackle as he tried pulling his leg back.

"Hey, how's that working for you, T-T-Tolkien?" Tolkien looked up at Jimmy with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's working great! He gets really loud when I get right here. You wanna try?" Jimmy nodded and grabbed a better hold of Kyle's leg, and started scratching his fingers under Kyle's knee. Sure enough, Kyle started pulling on both legs trying to reclaim them with this new technique.

"Hahaha, awesome!" Tolkien gave Jimmy a thumbs-up as Craig halted his tickling for a moment to stretch his wrist. Cartman pointed a finger at Craig as he sat on the steps.

"Keep going, Craig! We gotta tire the Jew out so he doesn't bitch for the rest of the night!" Cartman demanded.

"NOHOHO YOU DOHOHON'T! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!! I'M SORREHEHEE!!" Kyle yelled out, as Craig responded in his monotone voice.

"I'm doing the best that I can. His pulling is hard on my wrist." Craig rotated his wrist before holding onto Kyle's bicep and going back to a hidden gem he found. Between Kyle's middle ribs and back where the skin joined, Craig scribbled in that one spot to make Kyle scream a manly sound. Tweek winked as he kept his tickling confined to Kyle's side.

"So anyway, Red Racer reaches the finish line right as Blue Racer does, so the judges have to go back and watch the footage to see who actually won the race. It was a nail-biter." Craig explained to Stan. Stan nodded as he listened, but mostly looked down at his super best friend getting the shit tickled out of him. He had a forced smile plastered on his face with his eyes screwed shut tightly, with an occasional pull or tug of his limbs. Stan couldn't imagine being in this situation, but he wasn't gonna be the one to stop it. What if Cartman ordered they all go after him next? He couldn't handle that.

"...Yeah, so what did the judges say?" Stan asked as he scribbled his fingers in Kyle's underarm. He noticed he didn't have to try too hard to keep Kyle's arm away from his side to reach this spot.

"We won't know until next week. I can hardly wait. Red Racer always wins every race, but it's the season finale, so it could have a different ending." Craig discussed calmly as if he wasn't tickling a wildly splashing boy with six other boys.

"Timmy? Timmy Timmy?" Timmy asked Cartman, still recording on his phone. Cartman thought about it for a moment.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Let's see." Cartman cupped his hands around his mouth and called out to Kyle. "How you doing Jew? Ready to give up the sunscreen?" He called out. Kyle shook his head bravely as he continued to laugh out.

"NOHOHOHO!! YOHOHOU STIHIHIHLL NEEHEHEHEED TO WEHEHEHEAR IT!!" Cartman shrugged as he went back to lounging in the pool.

"You heard him, boys! He wants more!" The fourth-grade class worked diligently, their fingers more energized than before.

"GAHAHAHAD!! I DOHOHOHON'T WAHAHANT MOHOHOHORE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Kyle laughed out earnestly as more spots were found on him, to in-between his thighs, to his hands, to his inner elbows, and the skin above his knees. His thighs were a winner, however. Jimmy and Tolkien pulled apart his legs and hugged his knee to grip and scribble their fingers in his inner thigh, causing Kyle to squeal and cackle loudly.

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Gerald and Sheila watched from the closed slider door, smiling gently. It was a rare sight to see Kyle acting like a kid for once with all his friends.

"He gets it from you, you know." Gerald held Sheila around her waist while they watched their son and pattered his fingers along her side. Sheila twitched as she bat Gerald's hand away with a blushing face.

"Oh stop it, Gerald!~ Save it for Saturday, honey~" Sheila cooed as the two shared a kiss, and turned for the living room as their son splashed in the water.

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"CHRIHIST!! SOMEONE- *hic* so-SOHOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP!!" Kyle cackled out as he felt Tolkien's fingers invade his toe spaces and Tweek and Kenny took turns blowing raspberries in his hip divets. They were having fun with this, actually.

"Wow, Kyle has a lot more endurance than I thought. If I had endurance like Kyle I would be so happy." Craig commented. Stan started to get uneasy. Kyle started hiccuping a second ago, and his red cheeks were concerning.

"Alright Cartman, that should be enough right? I mean, look at him." The boys stilled their fingers for a moment. Kyle still giggled to himself and twitched from the air moving around him.

"Aww, the poor guys all tickled out. Aren't you buddy?" Butters patted Kyle's stomach, which Kyle jerked away from reflexively.

"Buhuhutters- *hic* doho-dohon't touch me-" Kyle snickered as Butters fidgeted. Cartman stood up from the pool steps and looked down at Kyle. Kyle's eyes winced having to look up into the sun-filled sky.

"Well, Kyle? What do you say? Are we forgetting the sunscreen?" The boys waited intently for an answer; their arms still wrapped around Kyle's arms and legs while the water waved around them.

"Fuck no, fat-ass! We can't forget it, my parents will find out! Please, just put some on and we can start playing!" Kyle pleaded. Cartman sighed and gave the signal for the boys to start tickling again. Kyle felt the boys' hands around him shift and place themselves on his body.

"Wait wait WAIT! Okay okay! I'll forget it! I'll forget the sunscreen I swear!" Kyle yelled out. Cartman turned back and pointed a finger in Kyle's face.

"If I hear a single word about sunscreen or rules again from you Kyle, you're gonna get it! Alright, let him go." The fourth-graders slowly released Kyle. Kyle rubbed his wrists as the boys saw their fingers onslaught over Kyle's torso, the pink swipes and scratches on his white skin. Kyle looked to the side as he rubbed his shoulder silently.

"Well, I still need to put on my sunscreen, or I'll get grounded!" Butters announced. Kyle looked up at him.

"Yeah, I n-n-need to put on mine too, a comic always has to look his b-best!" Jimmy added.

"Hey honey, mind helping me put some sunscreen on my back? I could use it." Craig asked Tweek.

"GAH! O-Of course! Skin cancer is no joke!" Tweek winked as Craig smiled softly at him.

"We're all gonna put ours on, too." Tolkien, Stan and Kenny nodded in agreement.

"TIMMEH!!" Timmy smiled and exclaimed. All the boys started getting out of the pool to put their sunscreen on and made sure everyone was properly covered. Kyle had a huge smile on that wasn't forced on his face.

"Thanks you guys, you're the best! Now we can play all we want in the sun without getting hurt!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all cheered and cannonballed back into the pool while Cartman rolled his eyes.

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"Aw dude, sick!" Stan shouted upon seeing Cartman at the bus stop on Monday. Cartman's face was pink with white peelies all over his ears, neck, and cheeks. He had suffered bad sunburn from the pool with no sunscreen. He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms in a huff.

"Whatever! Sunscreen is overrated and gay as hell! I don't peel, I'll just get tan after this!" Kenny and Kyle walked to the bus stop and stood next to Cartman. Kenny burst out laughing upon seeing Cartman, and Kyle let out a few sputters as well.

"AYE! You all better shut the fuck up! I don't need any damn sunscreen!" Cartman defended.

"HE LOOKS LIKE A FAT TOMATO!" Kenny cried out. Kyle and Stan both started laughing hysterically as Cartman yelled out at them.

"I'M NOT FAT! SHUT UP!" Cartman shouted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it, you big baby." Stan rolled his eyes as he clapped Eric on the back. Eric yelped as the sunburn on his back stung from Stan's slap.

"ACK! Don't do that, retard! I got sunburn-" Cartman called out, but shut himself up as his friends leered at him.

"What was that you said, fat-ass? You got sunburn?" Kyle said with a shit-eating grin as he slapped Eric's back. Eric let out a screech as he started running down the road, away from the bus stop. Well, as well as he could run anyway. The three boys easily caught up to him and slapped all their hands across his sunburned back.

"YOU GUYS- ACK! I'M SO SERIOUSLY- OW! STOP IT- ACK! STOP!- OW!"

"Eric Cartman, take your textbook out and flip to page 202. We're talking torture topics today." Mr. Garrison instructed. Mr. Garrison might as well have told Cartman he was taking him on a surprise trip to Disneyland. His face lit up with childlike wonder as he took out his textbook.

"Torture topics?! Why didn't you say so?! Hurry up already and teach!" Cartman quickly flipped his book to the page and got his pencils and notebook set up to take studious notes. He's never been so well-prepared for a class in his life.

"Okay then children, today we will be discussing Ancient China and the torture methods they used against their people who committed crimes in the village. One of the most common torture methods was tattooing. Now, this may not seem like a-" Mr. Garrison went on describing torture methods used by the Ancient Chinese; the children wincing at some and grimacing at others, while Cartman drank it all in.

He didn't care if they were more of the boring ones or the more gruesome ones, he viewed them all one and the same. He felt so informed and educated. If only school were like this all the time.

Kyle held his throat while Stan winced and wrote down notes in his notebook while Mr. Garrison was finishing up with the Han Dynasty.

"Now children, nobility of Ancient China could be tortured as well for their crimes, but due to their status, they were given a punishment that would be considered light to most people. The method of choice was tickling, or tickling torture, as it was painless and left no marks behind on the noble's skin. The Ancient Chinese reserved tickling torture for nobles and those in positions of authority." Mr. Garrison read from his textbook.

Murmurs started going around the classroom and snickers at the goofy idea.

"Tickling as torture?" Wendy asked.

"It doesn't even hurt," Craig noted.

"That sounds awesome," Cartman remarked, starstruck. Kyle shivered at the idea while Stan held his breath. Kenny was playing with his pencil to distract himself when he felt a poke in his side. He let out a small noise behind his hood when he looked to his right and saw Cartman looking at him with a wicked grin.

"Whumph?" Kenny asked. Cartman said nothing and turned his attention back to the front. Mr. Garrison was trying to settle down the class as they grew more riled up at the discussion of tickling.

"Dude, imagine stealing a piece of bread to feed your family and you get tickled for a day. Like, what?" Stan asked with an amused grin. Kyle shook his head with a smile as he turned to Stan. The classroom was discussing among themselves now as Mr. Garrison quit trying to settle them down and organized his work instead.

"Mr. Garrison said they reserved it for nobility, dude. So imagine being a count or a duke or something and getting tickled. That's even more embarrassing- Ah!" Kyle felt a push in his side all of a sudden. He turned around to see Cartman with his pencil outstretched with the eraser sticking out.

"What Cartman? Don't do that!" Kyle berated. Stan snickered at Kyle's easy temper.

"Relax Kyle, he didn't do anyth-EENG!" Stan scrambled in his chair as he felt fingers wriggle in his side. Stan slapped Cartman's hand away and fumed at him.

"Dude Cartman what the hell is your problem? What do you want?" Stan demanded. Kenny, Stan, and Kyle looked at their friend demanding an explanation.

"I have been possessed with the spirit of an Ancient Chinese master tickler! It is all I know how to do. To punish- using tickles." Cartman claimed. Kyle rolled his eyes as he turned to Stan in his chair.

"Shut up dumbass, no you haven't. I'm sure it was more a myth than anything actually based in fact." Kyle theorized. Kenny turned to Cartman and placed his cheek on his fist.

"Speak in ancient Chinese if you've been possessed, Cartman." Stan teased. Kenny and Kyle laughed with Stan while Cartman fumed.

"Hmhmhmph! Yeah, spmeak in Chimnese imph youmph- mmph! Mhmhmhmph! Cartmahahan!" Kenny burst out in giggles as Cartman scribbled his fingers on Kenny's side. Kenny's parka made an awful zipping sound as Cartman's nails zipped on the synthetic material. Cartman switched to squeezing Kenny's side instead to lessen the noises he made.

"You disrespect the authori-tah of the almighty tickler! For that, you must perish!" Cartman demanded. Kenny's eyes narrowed as he kicked in his chair and held onto Cartman's wrist while he squeezed. Kenny brought his knee up in his seat to try and shield himself, but Cartman reached over and squished the top of his knee until Kenny squirmed enough to throw it back down.

"Cahahartman! Stohohomph! You'remph not funneheheymph!" Stan and Kyle turned around to see their friend getting tickled by Cartman. They looked at each other with a sigh.

"Cartman, let 'em go." Kyle reached out to lay a hand on Cartman's shoulder to stop him from tickling Kenny. "You're not possessed by the-" Cartman switched his attention to Kyle and grabbed his wrist to keep it in its upright position, and tickled Kyle's free armpit.

Kyle's serious face turned into one of mirth as he giggled and fought automatically. Kyle's elbow bent to pull his body close to his outstretched arm, which just closed Cartman's fingers into Kyle's divet and trapped them in between his armpit and his arm.

"Pffmt- Cahahartman! Lehehet go dumbahahass!" Kyle snickered as Stan watched, unsure of how to help. Kenny held his chest, recovering from the random tickle attack and breathing deeply.

"Your impolite nature will be corrected by the master tickler of Ancient China! You will learn to respect my authori-tah!" Cartman took his other hand and reached forward behind his desk to squish his hand in Kyle's side while his first hand was still stuck in Kyle's armpit. Kyle giggled at the ridiculous tickles, the loud classroom discussion between friends being the perfect cover for Kyle's laughter.

"Stohohop! Gehehet off mehehe duhuhuhude!" Kyle snickered, his face alight with his snickers. Stan pushed down his anxiety and tried to go a different approach. Stan reached forward and hooked his arm under Cartman's to pull his arm down and away from Kyle. But that still left him open. Cartman wasted no time in reaching forward with the newly dislodged hand and dove straight for Stan's hip.

Cartman squished Stan's hip through his shirt and jeans, but it was still enough to make Stan giggle and kick his leg. Now Cartman's hand was trapped underneath Kyle's armpit and squeezing Stan's hip at the same time.

"You will respect the ways of the Ancient Chinese tickler! You will pay for your insubordination!" Stan and Kyle continued to laugh while Kenny reached forward and started tugging on Cartman's arm.

"Kenny- Kenny myeh. Myeh Kenny- they were about to pay for their insubordinatiooon. Stop it, Kenny, you dickhole!" Cartman took his hands off Kyle and Stan and dove them both for Kenny, grabbing both his sides and squishing the divets. Kenny started giggling again and fell over onto his desktop, a real pile of giggles.

"Using this torture method, I'll build my own empire! Anyone who questions the almighty imperial leader will be sent to the stockades! It's almost too perfect..." Cartman fantasized about his empire while scribbling his fingers all over Kenny's sides, armpit, and zipping his fingers along his back. Anywhere he could reach Kenny was targeted.

"Cahahartman pleheheamph! Nohohomph mohohoremph!" Kenny laughed out behind his hood as he swung his arms towards Cartman to get him to back off.

"Cartman get off of him, he said to- stohohohop!" Stan burst out laughing as Cartman switched gears and reached forward to start squeezing Stan's sides again. Stan curled up as well as he could, but Cartman had a firm grip on him. Stan held onto Cartman's wrist with both hands while Kyle lunged forward to wrench Cartman off of Stan.

Cartman used his other hand to scribble his fingers in Kyle's neck and ears, to which Kyle made a small shriek and batted his hands away. With Cartman's arms outstretched to either side, Kenny took hold of Cartman's back and tried pulling him back from both of his friends, but his weight helped Cartman in this situation.

It was truly a scene, with Stan and Kyle laughing, Cartman having a tyrannical look on his face while Kenny tried wrenching back Cartman from tickling his friends. A sight to behold. And Mr. Garrison beheld it.

"Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Eric, what the hell do you think you're doing in my classroom?!" Mr. Garrison bellowed. All four of them froze in their comical position. Even Kyle and Stan's laughter ceased immediately as this was no longer funny.

"All four of you head down to the principal's office, this instant!" Mr. Garrison demanded. The boys scoffed as they slowly collected their belongings and made their way down to the Principal's office.

"Way to go Fatboy, you got us all in trouble," Kyle remarked.

"You talk to me like that again, Kahl, and the Ancient Chinese tickler will possess me again and punish you," Cartman retorted as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

Kyle didn't respond to his threat. He didn't want to see if Cartman was serious or not.