#ler!eggdog

SMG3 had been practicing tricks with Eggdog for a while now. He was holding a whole bag of little graham cracker pieces in his hand to work as treats, and was currently in the process of showing Tari some of the tricks he had taught his precious child. “Eggdog, spin!” SMG3 told him. 

Eager to get a cracker, Eggdog did a sideways spin before getting back upright. 

“Good boy! That’s my good boy!” SMG3 reacted, handing Eggdog a treat. 

Eggdog ate the treat and vibrated on the spot with pure excitement before letting out a happy bark.

“Awwww! What else can he do?” Tari asked. 

SMG3 smiled as he put two cracker pieces in one hand, and one cracker in the other. He showed Tari the hand choices in secret, before closing his hands. “You ready?” Tari nodded her head excitedly and watched from the side. 

“Okay, Eggdog…” SMG3 put out his fists in front of his pet. “Guess.” 

Eggdog sniffed the hands for a few moments, taking the time to figure out the correct one with more treats. Then, Eggdog barked at the right hand. 

SMG3 smiled and opened the right hand, revealing 2 treats in it! “Good boy!” SMG3 fed him the treats before petting him and holding him close to his cheek. “Who’s a good Eggdog? You are! You are! My special boy!” SMG3 cooed. 

Tari covered her mouth and giggled. “If he can do that…Does that mean he can sniff out treats from your pockets?” Tari asked. 

SMG3 chuckled a little bit. “Yeah, actually. I can’t even keep treats in my pocket half the time, cause he’ll always try to get them.” He admitted. 

Tari crossed her arms. “Will you show me?” She asked curiously. 

SMG3 froze in place for a moment. “Uhhh…Show you what?” He asked for clarification. 

“The treat thing.” She told him. 

SMG3 bit his lip. Shit… “Which one?” He asked in an attempt to save himself. 

Tari snatched the treats from SMG3’s hand and looked over at Eggdog. “Eggdog, stay.” Tari ordered. Eggdog barked eagerly and stayed where he was. With Eggdog in place, Tari took a few treats out of the bag and walked closer to SMG3. “Wait, what are you-” SMG3 raised an eyebrow in confusion as Tari put a couple treats into each side pocket of his purple overalls. She took off SMG3’s hat and put a couple treats into the inner flaps of his hat. With those in place, Tari plopped the hat back onto his head. “T-Tari-” SMG3 attempted to protest, fixing his hat. 

But Tari shut him up by shoving a piece of graham cracker into his mouth. “Shhhhh…Don’t question it, alright?” She told him. 

SMG3 rolled his eyes and sighed as he munched on the graham cracker piece. 

Then, Tari took out a couple more treats and put them into his front pocket. “There.” Tari said with an eager little giggle. “Now: Lay down.” Tari told SMG3. 

SMG3 blinked with shock, before turning to look towards Eggdog behind him. Eggdog, funnily enough, had demonstrated his obedience by laying himself down. Tari laughed a bit. “Sorry, I meant SMG3.” Tari admitted. 

Eggdog sat himself up and barked proudly. SMG3 frowned and crossed his arms. “And why should I?” He asked, growing annoyed. “You never provided me a reason.” He told her, with a smirk.

Tari giggled. “Eggdog doesn’t question your commands…so why should you?” She asked. 

SMG3 widened his eyes. “Yeah, but-” 

“Don’t you wanna be a good role model for your child?” Tari asked him next, encouraging him with a little nudge. 

SMG3 was taken aback by this. Damn…She’s got a point… 

SMG3 sighed, too tired to object. “Fine. Whatever you say.” He responded in a bored tone as he laid his back onto the ground. 

Tari smiled excitedly as she turned to Eggdog. “Okay. Go!” She declared. 

Eggdog practically sprinted up to his owner, terrifying the purple villain in an instant. “Wait, WHAT?!” SMG3 sat himself up with horror as he realized what she had been planning all along. SMG3 shrieked and yelped as Eggdog had started shoving his face straight into the corners of his pockets. “BAHA! EGGDOG-” SMG3 scooted himself back, putting out his hand in self-defense. “NO! Eggdog, I’m warning you!” He ordered. 

“Awww, come on SMG3!” Tari crouched herself down to his level. “Don’t you trust him?” She asked. 

“Yes, I do trust him. But THAT DOESN’T MEAN I TRUST YOU!” SMG3 yelled. 

Tari smirked and looked at Eggdog. “Is your Dada not letting you have the treats?” Tari asked him in a baby voice. 

Eggdog looked at Tari and let out the most pain-stricken little whimper he could muster. 

It was almost enough to make Tari cry on the spot. “Awww…You’re making him saaad!” She cooed with hurt in her voice. 

SMG3 widened his eyes. He could feel confusion filling his head, and guilt filling his heart all at once. He had never heard a whine so heart-wrenching, so painfully sad, in his entire life. It…moved him a lot more than he would ever admit. 

“Go!” Tari declared happily. 

Hold up, WHAT?! 

SMG3 squeaked and rolled over, hugging his sides as Eggdog stuck his little nose straight into his left pocket. “No-NOHO SHIHIHIT!” SMG3 wheezed and covered his mouth as a helpless little wobbly grin filled his face. 

Tari gasped and squealed with pure glee. “Yes! I was right!” Tari cheered. “You ARE ticklish! That’s why you can’t handle keeping treats in your pockets!” Tari declared, acting like she had solved the biggest mystery in existence. 

SMG3 quickly tried to push Eggdog away. “Stahap, you’ve had enough-” But SMG3 interrupted himself with a girly shriek that would make even Tari’s squeals seem masculine. “GahaHAHA! NOHOHO DOHOHON’T!” SMG3 squealed again as Eggdog’s curious nose dug itself further into his other hip. “DOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAT!” He protested. 

SMG3’s squeaks mixed with his kicking feet, made Tari absolutely ECSTATIC! “EEEEK! THIS IS SO CUTE!!” Tari squealed, throwing herself around and clapping her hands. Her excitement could not have been more evident. 

SMG3 could feel his face heating up from her reaction alone. “NO IT’S NOHOT!” Desperate to stop the humiliating moment, SMG3 tried to capture his dog. “Get over here-!” He muttered, slightly annoyed. But Eggdog was a sneaky little thing who could dodge his every move. And any attempts to grab him, would make his body all twisted. 

“Go for the hat! There’s treats in the hat!” Tari told Eggdog. 

“NODON’T!” It took only a matter of moments for Eggdog to place his curious nose right where the treat-filled hat was. And because of the hat’s positioning on his head, Eggdog kept poking his nose on the hidden little spot right behind his ear! This was enough to make SMG3 emit a little giggly squeak. 

Tari widened her eyes. “Wait…Was that-” 

“NO!” SMG3 jumped and covered his ears. 

Unfortunately, that action would only raise her suspicion. “There’s NO WAY!” She replayed the two mind-boggling moments through her head over and over again. The adorable thought overwhelmed her mind as she cupped her own cheeks and gasped. “YOUR EARS ARE TICKLISH!?” She practically screamed. 

“NO, NO THEY’RE NOT!” SMG3 quickly tried to argue. 

“Are you suuuuure?” Her face morphed into a face of pure, villainous mischief. “Y-Yes!” SMG3 yelled back. He mentally cursed himself for stuttering at the worst possible time…all the while trying extensively to ignore the chill that had climbed up his spine. 

“So it reeeaally wouldn’t bother you if I just…” Tari wiggled her index finger. “Fluttered my finger-” 

“TARI!” He screeched and covered part of his face. 

“-Ever so delicately against your eeeear?” She brought her fingers even closer to the man with a look so devilishly evil. 

SMG3 uncovered his face and pushed her hand away, shooting her the most vengeful look he could muster. 

Only…this face made him look more ‘angy’ than anything else…

And it didn’t really help that Tari had LAUGHED at his attempted angry face. “OoOoOo! Sooo Scaaaaryyy!” She reacted, sarcasm dripping from her mouth before bursting out laughing. 

“I’MGONNAKILLYOU!” SMG3 threw his fist at her, in an attempt to shut her up.

Keyword: Attempt. 

Tari caught his fist one-handed so effortlessly. “Wooow…so mouthy for someone so ticklish.” Tari teased. “But since my death is inevitable…” Tari’s speedy arm maneuvered his hand around so his wrist was now in her hand. 

SMG3 widened his eyes. “WaitNO!” He protested. 

She gently laid SMG3 down onto the ground. “Might as well make the most of it!” Tari declared rather proudly. 

SMG3 shot her a furious look. “Tari-” He pulled on his hand. “T-TARI?!” He tugged once again as fear filled his face. “Uhoh…” He mumbled. Tari was preventing him from pulling his arm back! With his arm now held hostage, he couldn’t really cover up his ear anymore! 

And naturally, with his owner’s hand out of the way, Eggdog went straight for the spot. 

“OHNOhoo! Nononohoho-!” SMG3 could feel his confidence diminishing in milliseconds. THIS IS NOT GOOD! The man’s worry only increased as he felt Eggdog’s curious nose continuously poke and prod his hat. 

And to make things worse?! The little terror was taking his sweet ass time sniffing out the treats in his stupid hat! Every little poke made him flinch! It was enough to constantly keep him on edge! And the more on-edge he felt, the more ticklish he seemed to get! The idea of Eggdog having full control over him while being stuck in a vulnerable position, was driving his mind absolutely crazy! 

And the worst part?! Eggdog was refusing to give up! 

SMG3 didn’t know what to do with himself! The man had spent the agonizing seconds just struggling to figure out how to cover up his face with only one hand. And though he ultimately chose to cover up his mouth, he knew he only had so long to hide the truth…

The terrifying part was…he could feel the giggles fluttering out of his mouth. His body was beginning to fail him. 

“Come on, Three.” SMG3 heard beside him. Seeing her get closer, SMG3 squeezed his eyes shut as Tari purposely whispered the word “Laugh” into his ear. Just the air was enough to drive him up the wall! 

He squeezed his eyes even more shut. He knew…He knew that regardless of how much brain power he used, he would never be able to stop it! And the moment he does let it out, he’ll never be able to take it back! His poor ego will NEVER recover from this! 

DAMMIT, WHY DID HE HAVE TO MENTION THE TREAT THING TO HER?! This whole thing could have been avoided if he JUST KEPT HIS MOUTH SHUT! He knew! He knew not to bring it up! Cause this is exactly what happens! It’s embarrassing enough when he’s alone and dealing with Eggdog’s antics! But when there’s OTHER PEOPLE WATCHING?! AND INTERVENING?! It’s SO MUCH WORSE! 

But all his hard work went right out the window the moment he felt it…Eggdog’s wet tongue covering the back part of his ear! And GOOD! GOD! 

SMG3 dropped his hand and threw his head back with a long, heavy wheeze. It was all over. SMG3 finally lost his composure. “BAHAHAHAhahaha!” SMG3 pounded his fists into the ground as he bursted out in even more hysterical laughter. “HAHAHAHA-! GAHAHAHAHA!” SMG3 kept bursting out in fits of cackles.

God, he could feel his blush getting darker by the second…

But SMG3’s mind was thrown out of his thoughts yet again as Eggdog had planted yet ANOTHER wet kiss onto his ear! “WAHAHAIT! NONONOHOHOHAHAHA!” He laughed hysterically. 

SMG3 tried to push Eggdog’s face away with his free hand. But the poor man didn’t even have any strength left in him. His cheeks were starting to hurt from just how much he was smiling. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” SMG3 was completely losing himself in laughter. He couldn’t think! All he could do was wiggle, kick, and laugh like the world depended on it. And though it felt amazing to laugh…It was getting to be way too much! 

“Okay, okay. Eggdog, Stop.” Tari ordered calmly.  

Most of SMG3’s body had gone completely limp the moment Eggdog had stopped his onslaught. Well…all except for his detained arm. SMG3 had pulled it free from her grasp before rolling himself up into a little ball. The man focused on bringing in as much air as he could…only for him to let out coughing fits littered with cackles throughout. He kept breathing in, desperate to get some oxygen into his lungs. And though it would help immensely, his body kept forcing it out of him in more laughter! It made his laughter sound a lot more bubbly than he ever intended. As if his reputation couldn’t have been more destroyed. 

As if that mattered right now…All he could think about was how to best recover from the biggest tickle attack he’d gotten in ages…

“aAHA!” SMG3 jumped and fell onto his back, grabbing his side. “Shihit…” He muttered. 

“S-Sorry…” He heard Tari say. 

SMG3 smiled a bit. “I-It’s okay. I’m alright.” SMG3 replied. 

“You sure?” Tari clarified. 

SMG3 nodded his head. “Yup, I’m sure.”

Tari smiled a bit more and looked at Eggdog. “Okay. Go!” She told him. 

SMG3 jumped and laughed a bit. “aAh- HAHA!” SMG3 pushed Eggdog’s face away for a moment. “Hohold on, boy.” SMG3 reached into his pocket and took out the graham crackers. “There you go.” SMG3 fed him the treats. When, he took his time fishing out the graham crackers from his other pockets. “There we go.” Lastly, SMG3 handed Eggdog the hat. “Go play.” SMG3 told him, letting Eggdog walk away with the hat on its head. 

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Tari told him. 

SMG3 shrugged his shoulders. “It’s alright. I should’ve known what would happen if I brought it up.” SMG3 replied. “But on that note…” SMG3 pointed at Tari. “Don’t mention this to anyone, alright?” SMG3 warned. “Especially…” SMG3 pointed to his ear. “This.” 

“Alright.” Tari nodded her head. “But counter offer:” Tari offered. 

“C-Counter offer?” SMG3 reacted. 

“I will keep your secret on one condition:” Tari told him. 

SMG3 tensed up slightly, nervous about what it would be. “And…that is?” He asked. 

“I get a turn.” Tari replied quite eagerly. 

SMG3 blinked in surprise. “U-Uh…I’m sorry, what?” He asked, letting out an awkward laugh. He wasn’t really sure how to react. 

Tari giggled. “Let me explain this in a way you’ll understand.” She stretched out her arms in front of her, before pointing up to a text box above their head. 

[I receive: 10 seconds of tickly cuteness] 

SMG3 widened his eyes as a blush filled his cheeks. 

She smiled and pointed to the next text box. 

[You receive: A saved reputation] 

SMG3’s nervousness softened a little bit. He began to bite his lip vigorously as he thought it over. 10 seconds of…that…in exchange for a horrible secret forever kept safe? That…isn’t a bad trade, actually. 

SMG3 let out a breath and smiled slightly. “Okay. Deal.” SMG3 reached his hand out. Tari smiled eagerly as she shook his hand. 

With the deal decided, Tari let go of SMG3’s hand and walked up to the door. “Just gonna…” Tari flipped the lock on the door. Then, she walked up to the windows and made sure to close the blinds. 

SMG3 smiled a little more. Tari was being…super considerate, all things considered. 

“There we go.” With that done, Tari turned to SMG3. “You ready?” She asked. 

SMG3 chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “Ahas ready as I’ll ever be…” 

With that, Tari brought her fingers up to his ear. “Now: the timer doesn’t start…Until I touch down.” She told him. 

SMG3 looked nervous…but not in a mortified way like last time…it was more in a giddy, antsy way this time. “Okayokayokayfine, justdoit.” SMG3 mumbled. 

Tari smirked a bit. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand you. What was that?” Tari asked, wiggling her fingers dangerously close to his ear. 

“OhnononoTARI!” SMG3 squeaked and curled his neck in. 

Tari was giggling a little more now. “Ihi’m not even touching you!” She told him. “Is it really that bad?!” She asked.

“Yesyes-Itis-!” SMG3 finally squeaked as her fingers finally touched down. “HAhahaha- TarihiHIHI!” SMG3 instinctively backed himself away. 

“Hmmm…” She grabbed both sides of his belly. “How about here?” 

SMG3 gasped and doubled over. “NOHAHA! HAHAHAhahaha!” He pushed her hands, but didn’t do much else to stop her. He had made a trade with her, and he was currently fulfilling his part of the deal. But oh my god, it was a struggle! And the man was only 3 seconds in! 

“And what about here?” She asked, going for his hips next. 

“NOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” 

“That bad, huh?!” She asked rhetorically. “Now one more thing:” She put him onto the floor and tickled his ear again. “More ear tickles!” She declared. 

SMG3 squeezed his eyes shut as he squealed. “eEEEHEHEEK! *snort* HAHAhahahAHAHA!” 

“Alright. All done.” She brought her hands back. “10 seconds are over.” She told him. 

Thankfully, this second recovery was a lot easier than the first. He wiped away his tears from earlier, and got himself up. It felt much better being able to pull himself together so quickly. Which was really good in this instance, because…SMG4 doesn’t really know how to knock on doors sometimes. 

“Three?” SMG4 called. “Oh, hey Tari.” 

Tari smiled. “Hi SMG4.” She greeted. 

“What’s up?” SMG3 asked. 

“Uh…Nothing important. What were you laughing about?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3 blinked. Shit…Shit shit shit…He didn’t have an excuse ready yet! What should he say?! 

“Oh! You just missed it, SMG4!” Tari suddenly started. 

SMG3 looked at Tari. WHAT IS SHE DOING?! WE HAD A DEAL! 

“Missed what?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3 did all he could to not tense himself anymore than he already had been. Here comes the moment of truth…

“SMG3 was showing me all of Eggdog’s tricks!” Tari told him. 

SMG3 bit his lip, and very hesitantly went along with her words. “Y-Yeah.” SMG3 somewhat mumbled. 

“And oh my gosh…” Tari laughed out loud. “SMG3 was getting Eggdog to catch his hat like a frisbee!” Tari looked at the table. “And Eggdog literally slid himself across the table, and fell on the other side!” Tari bursted out laughing. 

SMG3 widened his eyes slightly. His shoulders had never relaxed so quickly in his life. She wasn’t breaking their deal. She was lying! And lying very convincingly, might I add! 

Quickly, SMG3 put his visual imagination to work and recreated the fake moment in his head. And by some miracle hidden within him…just playing the imaginary moment in his head had been enough to make him burst out with hysterical laughter all over again. 

And the almost-scary part was…this fit of laughter sounded almost exactly like the ticklish laughter from earlier! “Oho my god, it was so funny! Gohod, just thinking about it-” SMG3 wheezed and doubled over, cackling all over again. 

Tari had even bursted out laughing alongside him! To say she was impressed, was a huge understatement. This wasn’t even fake laughter either. It was completely genuine! 

“His freaking body just went-” SMG3 blew a quick raspberry with his tongue before hanging his head with laughter all over again. As it would turn out, SMG3 was secretly really good at making up stories in his head. And right now, it was a god-sent gift. It also helped that Eggdog was currently playing with SMG3’s hat on the other side of that very table. 

SMG3 finally started to calm himself down, wiping a tear from his eye. “I really wish I had my camera out.” He admitted. “Ihit was great.” 

SMG4 visibly smiled. “Awww, that’s sweet.” He grabbed the door. “You should laugh more often, Three. I don’t get to hear it very much these days.” SMG4 told him before closing the door. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as the god-forsaken blush had returned to his face. But…his blush seemed to lessen slightly when he saw Tari’s thumbs up. He smiled a slight bit in response. 

SMG3 was sitting at the TV, bored as all hell. He was flipping through the channels, trying to find something half decent to watch. He wasn’t desperate for anything on the TV…he just wanted something slightly entertaining to make the time pass by a little quicker. 

Wheel of Fortune…boring…

Big Bang Theory…not in the mood…

Grey’s Anatomy…Kinda stupid…

Spongebob…Nah, not today…

No, no. 

South Park? Nah…

Boring, Stupid- Wait, was that Mario? 

SMG3 went back a couple channels, and found a rerun of the Super Mario Bros. Super Show. SMG3 raised his eyebrow as he saw what looked to be a baby version of Peach, being babysat by Mario, Luigi and Toad. SMG3 decided to keep this on for a bit, wanting to see where this episode goes. It’s actually kinda funny seeing the low-quality show being played on live TV. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he watched Mario make a hang glider out of sticks and a leaf. He watches as ‘Sky Mario’ saves baby Peach from the dangling branch, and carries her in the hang glider. But while they’re gliding, SMG3 raises his eyebrows and drops his jaw as baby Peach starts tickling Mario mid-flight! 

Wait, Mario’s ticklish?! 

SMG3 tilted his head. Not just ticklish too…Apparently he’s ticklish enough that he lets go of the glider and falls into…A bunch of mud?! It’s enough to make SMG3 smile with laughter. It was a silly little clip on its own, and presented him a whole other side to the strict, slightly violent Peach he knew today. As it turns out…Peach was a little shit as a baby! 

SMG3 opened up his phone, and texted his brother. 

[Hey. Watching Super Mario Super Show. Didn’t realize Peach had such a silly streak. And Mario’s ticklish?! Who would’ve thought] 

SMG3 watched as the three typing dots turned into a message. 

[2 Plumbers and a Baby?] 

SMG3 checked the guide and replied. 

[Yup.] 

SMG3 looked at the phone as a message showed up. 

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkaGw8sGyeU] 

SMG3 raised an eyebrow, and clicked the link. It took him to a youtube video of the same episode he was watching! SMG3 chuckled and replied to the message. 

[Yup. That’s it. So it’s true then? Mario’s ticklish?] He replied. 

SMG3’s anticipation turned to excitement almost immediately the moment he saw SMG4’s answer. 

[Yes…Mario is ticklish. Why?] 

SMG3 threw his phone into his pocket and sprinted right out of the room. He ran out of his cafe, and straight to SMG4’s castle. He HAD to find Mario and try this out. If this clip is true…then SMG3 MIGHT FINALLY HAVE A NEW REVENGE TACTIC! 

Yes, making Mario scream will always be a whole other level of entertainment. And yes, tickling is a more childish option…But, come on! Maybe SMG3’s getting bored of hearing Mario’s painful screams. Maybe he’s looking for a new involuntary response from him…Or maybe the curiosity is just killing him…

Whatever, doesn’t matter! Because it didn’t take long for SMG3 to find Mario screwing around on SMG4’s computer. 

“Mario!” SMG3 yelled, sprinting into the room. 

“WAH!” Mario screeched and turned around. “SMG3?” He said in a multitude of clips merged into one. 

SMG3 took one glance at the computer screen and sighed. Predictably, Mario was looking at pictures of spaghetti again…

Whatever. Not important. “Okay. Do you remember the Super Show?” SMG3 asked him. 

Mario hummed and thought for a moment. Slowly, several clips from the show began to fill his mind. He looked back at SMG3. “Yeah! I quote that show all the time!” He proceeded to raddle on about the quote Mario had told Luigi about where babies come from. 

SMG3 widened his eyes. “...Huh. Right, I guess that makes sense.” SMG3 muttered. He quickly shook his head. “Anyway, I may or may not have watched a rerun on TV.” SMG3 told him in a slightly teasy tone. 

Mario went starry-eyed. “Oh boy! You can still watch it?! Which-a episode?!” Mario asked. 

SMG3 giggled a little and crossed his arms. “Two Plumbers and a Baby. The one where Peach gets turned into a baby, for some reason?” SMG3 asked. 

Mario thought for a moment. “Hmmmm…” He narrowed his eyes as he struggled to remember that story. “Oh! Right! Peach was-a thrown into the fountain of youth, and became a baby.” a slight blush appeared on his face. “Mario had to-a babysit…” He admitted. 

SMG3 smirked and pulled out his phone. “Out of the whole episode…” He started the youtube video and handed Mario the phone. “-This part stuck out to me.” 

Mario watched the moment with pure happiness. “Ah, yes! Mario had to save her!” He told him. “waAH!” Mario’s eyes widened with horror the moment he saw it…

The part where Mario was being tickled by baby Peach while flying a homemade hang glider…

Mario slowly blinked. “Hehehehe…” He giggled awkwardly. “Right…” 

SMG3 smirked. “I didn’t realize Peach was so mischievous as a kid.” SMG3 reacted. 

Mario scratched the back of his head. “Gliding with-a baby Peach was a big mistake.” Mario told him. 

SMG3 let out his villainous giggle. “Yeah, I can tell.” SMG3 walked up to take his phone back. But the purple man just couldn’t resist the urge to poke Mario’s ribs a couple times. 

“eeEEK! Hey!” Mario reacted, his face morphing into shock and annoyance. “No!” 

SMG3 chuckled. “Are you really that ticklish?” SMG3 asked, before poking Mario’s ribs a few more times. “To the point of nearly falling to your death?!” He asked next. 

Mario kept squeaking and jumping, struggling to cover up his sides. “Noooo!” Mario yelled before trying to slap his hand away. 

SMG3 paused and took a moment to study the video again. “According to the video…” SMG3 muttered out loud. “You seem to be ticklish on your neck and armpits?” SMG3 asked out loud. SMG3 widened his eyes as a gloved hand stole his phone away. “HEY!” 

“Stop-a watching it!” Mario ordered. 

“Give me back my phone!” SMG3 ordered back. 

“No!” Mario shot back. “You’re not my Dad!” Mario’s voice changed to match the meme he was referencing. “Anyway, why do you care so much?! It’s just a stupid TV show.” Mario reacted. 

SMG3 raised an eyebrow. “I think the real question is; Why do YOU care so much?! Was the show correct?” SMG3 asked him. 

Mario widened his eyes as he felt the blush on his face deepening. “Uh…” 

SMG3 sighed and put out his hand. “We can stop talking about it if you give me my phone back.” He compromised. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him and hummed with hesitation. But not even a second later, Mario smiled and closed his eyes. “Okay!” He gave SMG3 his phone back. 

“Thanks.” SMG3 put it into his pocket. “Now where was I?” SMG3 suddenly slid up to Mario and wrapped his arm around his middle. Knowing that the video was now true, SMG3 went straight for his neck first. 

Mario guffawed and immediately tried to move his fingers away. “NO! Hahaha! Leave me alone! Hehehe- Stop it!” Mario’s voice kept changing to references as he struggled within his grasp. 

“Jesus, you’re stronger than you look.” SMG3 reacted. “I might have to get Eggdog in here to hold you down.” 

“You bastard!” Mario attempted to kick SMG3 off him, but to no avail. 

“Jesus!” He somehow managed to catch Mario’s ankle. “Keep kicking me, and I’ll go for your foot.” 

Mario widened his eyes at SMG3. “....Piss.” He muttered, imitating yet another meme. 

SMG3 smirked and pulled on his ankle, bringing Mario slightly closer to him. With Mario closer, SMG3 sat on his big waist and wiggled his fingers at him. “Now you’re mine~” SMG3 teased. 

Mario guffawed. “HA! GAAAYYY!” He shouted. 

SMG3 rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself.” He grasped and raised Mario’s left arm above his head. 

“NO WAIT WAIT WAIT-!” Mario shouted before guffawing. “BAHAHAHAHA!” Mario busted out cackling the moment Three’s fingers even touched his armpit. Mario squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head rather helplessly. “LET ME GOHOHOHO!” He shouted. 

“Nah, I’d rather not- BaHA!” SMG3 jumped and let go, hugging himself and throwing his head back with cackles. “STAHAHAP WHOHO IHIS THAHAHAT?!” SMG3 asked. 

“Oh, I think you know EXACTLY who this is.” A familiar voice replied rather proudly. 

“SMG4!” Mario reacted with a big smile. 

“You really thought you could ask me if Mario’s ticklish without explaining why?!” SMG4 asked as he dug his fingers further into his sides. 

“YEHEHEHES! LEHEHEAVE ME ALOHOHOHONE!” SMG3 shrieked as he tried to push his brother’s hands off. 

“Nah, I don’t wanna. You deserve this.” SMG4 replied with pure brotherly triumph. 

Mario had gotten up, and pulled out his phone. Eager to save this moment, Mario pointed the camera towards the boys and clicked the ‘record’ button. 

“MAHARIO, YOHOU ASSHOLE!” SMG3 shouted. 

SMG4 looked up at Mario and guffawed. “HA! You’re brutal! Talk about blackmail!” He reacted. 

“PUHUT THE PHONE AWAHAHAY!” SMG3 attempted to order. 

SMG4 chuckled. “What’s wrong, Three? Too ticklish to hold your smolder?” He teased. 

Mario chuckled. “Imagine how the girls would react seeing this side of him~” He teased. 

“PLEHEHEASE STOHOP!” He finally let out. 

SMG4 widened his eyes with shock. “Uh…Maybe let’s keep the fans out of this.” SMG4 offered. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “Ugh, fine!” He looked down slightly and mumbled the words “party pooper”. 

SMG4 smirked a slight bit. “Though, I will show you something else.” He told him. “Come here! And bring the camera!” He commanded excitedly. 

Mario tilted his head and walked closer. “Hmmm…” He hummed softly. 

“Hey! Get that camera out of my face!” SMG3 yelled. “I swear to god-” SMG3’s blushy anger slowly changed to shock as four grabbed his hands and placed them above his head. “Uh- NO! Dude, I will KILL YOU!” His voice was getting abnormally higher with a large hint of desperation.

“Nah.” SMG4 declared, following it up with a poke to his belly. 

SMG3 squeaked and attempted to curl up his body further. But no matter how much he wanted to cover up his sides, he just couldn’t! It was driving him absolutely insane! “SHIT!” He shouted. 

“Damn, I’ve never seen you so powerless and scared before.” SMG4 admitted as he wiggled his fingers dangerously closer to his side. “Any last words?” He asked him. 

SMG3 slowly looked up and narrowed his eyes at Four. “I hope you fucking-...Fuckin’...You little-...I swear-…F…Fuckin-...Fuck you.” He finally spat out. 

SMG4 hung his head and snickered. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He dropped Three’s hands and shoved his hands into his ribs. SMG3 shrieked and threw his head back. “BAHAHAHA! FUCK! FUCKING SHIHIHIHIT!” 

“Watch your profanity.” Mario said in the same voice as the original memed moment. “FUCK YOHOHOUU!” SMG3 shouted back at him. 

“...Okay.” He said in the exact same voice as the vine. 

SMG3 was wiggling as much as his body could. Which wasn’t a lot, but it was honest work. “IHIHI’M GONNA KIHIHILL YOU TWOHOHO!” He shouted at them. 

“Awww!” SMG4 reacted with a chuckle. “How cute!” 

“I know, right?!” Mario responded. 

SMG3 shook his head as he kept failing to stop his hands. If you thought SMG3’s face was red before…It certainly was now! 

“Who knew SMG3 could be so adorable!” Mario teased with a snicker. “I’d even say this is cuter than Eggdog’s whimpers!” Mario added. 

Oh god…Cuter than Eggdog? That’s…

Wait! Eggdog?! EGGDOG! THAT’S IT!

“EGGDOG? EGGDOG-HEHELP MEEHEEHEE!” He screamed. 

In no time at all, Eggdog came running into the room. The only thing Mario was able to get out, was an “OH FUCK-” before bracing for impact. As a large crash filled the room, the camera Mario was formally holding, could be seen floating in the air for a couple moments like a looney tunes cartoon before it also fell to the ground with a little clonk. 

“WAAAHAhaha! Ohshit-ohshit-ohshit-ohSHIT-OHSHIT!” Mario could be heard wheezing as he felt Eggdog lick his neck and chin. 

“Yeah! Get ‘em, Eggdog!” SMG3 yelled eagerly. 

“Well, you got Mario down…” SMG4 admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you’ve stopped me-” SMG4 teased. 

SMG4’s proud words were quickly shot out the window the moment SMG3’s purple body dashed towards SMG4 and tackled him to the ground. “OW!” SMG4 sat himself up, only to be pushed back down to the ground. “HEY-” SMG4 threw his head back and wheezed the moment three’s hands went for his armpits. “DUHUDE WHYHYHYHY?!” He yelled. 

“Because I wanted to contradict you!” Three admitted. 

“FUCK YOHOHOU!” SMG4 yelled. 

“No need. Already done.” SMG3 teased with a wink. 

This comment alone, prompted a punch to the face to get Three off him. And thankfully, that’s all it took to stop the revenge. 

Meanwhile, Mario didn’t seem to catch Three’s reference due to still being tickled by Eggdog. It was only when Three directed Eggdog, that Eggdog finally stopped and got off Mario. Mario laid somewhat limp on the ground for a second. 

“So…” SMG4 looked at SMG3. “You proud of yourself?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3 smirked a little. “I’d say so, yeah.” He replied. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes at the response before getting up onto his feet. 

The whole group seemed to disperse after this. Mario went back to doing whatever he was doing. SMG4 went back to whatever he was doing earlier, while SMG3 went back to the couch to watch TV. It was almost like the moment never even happened. 

So what did SMG3 learn today? Well, Mario’s ticklish. It’s confirmed by the tv show, and it’s now confirmed in the Glitchy World too. And as weird as it sounds, SMG3 can now rest easy knowing that Mario has a weakness he can exploit to keep him in line. 

After settling on an episode of 9-1-1 Lonestar, SMG3 sat back and attempted to gather the plot partway through the episode. But his attention would be cut short by a text message from his phone. 

[Glitchy Bitches - Mario: Funny video of SMG3! :D] 

[Glitchy Bitches - Mario: IMG_9087] 

SMG3 widened his eyes. Did-did Mario just send the video of him being tickled?! 

This single video was so momentarily distracting, that SMG3 didn’t even notice the shadowy figure shaped like Mario, who was slowly raising itself up from behind the couch…

[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.