#ler!spamton

(General):

None of you are really sure how the relationship came about, who dated who first or who just happened to be absorbed in. It just... kind of happened. With the three of you being close and the complex feelings that came with it, you just decided to go with it and not question it.

Both of them are touch starved, with Tenna bordering on being needy as hell. At least one is on you (or each other) at any given time. Cuddle piles are a daily occurrance.

Spamton, being the smallest, frequently gets held like a doll to prevent from being crushed. He doesn't protest about this in the slightest, while Tenna loves being laid across. It's like a pile of cats.

Both of them need reassurance sometimes. Loneliness and rejection never quite leave you. Just tell them you love them, and maybe spoil them just a little extra when they need it. They'll return the favor if you ever needed it.

The relationship is best summed up as: two kicked dogs (Tenna and Spamton) and the extremely patient cat that thought they were neat (you). Give or take on that last part.

Alright I had to get that out of the way first just for the sake of the ideas. Time for the sillies:

When it comes to you three, tickling can get... very interesting very quickly. Tenna is a switch depending on his mood, Spamton is ler-leaning, and you're left wherever you fit. Good luck! No, seriously, good luck.

Spamton hits the silly aggro so often but he's so short he has to wait patiently until his desired target is sitting or laying down. And then your life is OVER. Sometimes comes and snuggles up nicely to you before attacking. Has interrupted a cuddle moment between you and Tenna just for funsies and nearly got his lights tickled out for it. Honestly it's his fault for being fun-sized and attacking a guy that's 15 feet tall (ruined his cuddle moment) (punishable by death)

Don't let Tenna's sweet silly behavior fool you. He starts just as many tickle fights as he loses. Sometimes he loses on purpose, sometimes someone got hold of his antennas and he tapped out. He squeals so pathetically sometimes that you can't help but feel bad. Spamton doesn't, though.

You get on the recieving end of a fair share of tickles, too. Sometimes it's only one of them, sometimes it's both at once and it kills you.

Spamton is way meaner, but his teasing is considerably softer with you. Tenna is more sweet and playful. Both at once leads to a really fun exchange though: "Aww, just look at that smile! So radiant! I'm just blinded by our sweet darling!" "[Angel] IS [laugh out loud] TOO HARD TO [reply to all!]! NOW ISN'T THAT JUST [top 10 saddest anime deaths]?" "Be nice to them!"

Spamton, despite being way meaner and more aggro, is easier to stop. You can just... pick him up. Remove him from you. Hold him under the arms and watch him squirm. Better yet, give him butterfly kisses and he's gonna let out some uncharacteristic giggles while kicking his legs helplessly in the air. Raspberry his tum and he's gonna start cussing.

Tenna? Yeah, not as easy to get away from, on account of his height and teleporting skills. But at least he's way sweeter. He'll still reduce you to a puddle, but he's gonna be hyping you up the whole time! Holds you in his lap and pokes around wherever while looking down with a soft smile. He leaves himself open often, and you can't tellnif he just got that lost in the sauce, or if he wants his target to get revenge.

Just squeeze at his sides when he's spaced out. Or if you can reach, shove your hands under his arms and go ham to get a staticy squeal-laugh from him.

You might think at a glance that you and Spamton would team up against Tenna the most. Tall guy vs two shorter people, right? WRONG. The shortest one is such a menace to society that you and Tenna have to call the other for backup against that beast. He's easy enough to take down, but good lord.

Tenna gets up the earliest for his shows (even though he wants to keep cuddling) so morning tickles are common with him, either giving or recieving. He's a big fan of tracing shapes and watching tiny sleepy giggles appear. Cannot understate how sweet this guy is

Meanwhile. Spamton will tickle one of you in the middle of the damn night because he's a night owl and thinks its funny. Most often though, he just wants a certain position in the cuddle pile and needs one of you to wake up so he can swooce in there. Only then does he stop.

If you ever feel like being nice to Spamton, you help him pin down Tenna to tickle his lights out. Usually when he's too stressed to function and needs a reset. You have to rein him in and make sure he's not being too mean to sweet TV guy though

They'll team up on YOU and the usual configuration is: You in Tenna's lap, Spamton in yours, both absolutely going to town on their partner.

It wasn’t uncommon for me to mess with Spamton by tickling him silly. When the sleazy little salesman needed to be taken down a peg, it was a fast, for-sure way to keep his ego in check. Sure, he’d swear and lightly slap at his attacker, legs kicking all the while, but I never took it too far. I could tell from the way he never complained after that he didn’t really mind it – he wasn’t one for over-the-top gestures of affection, but it was pretty easy to figure out just how touch starved the guy was. He might huff and pretend he hated it, but it almost seemed like he provoked me on purpose at times.

The attacks weren’t just one-sided, either; plenty of times before, he had tried to get me back, normally while I was distracted, or finally level with him by sitting or laying down. It was never difficult to turn the tables. He was a good foot shorter than me, and his porcelain body made him much lighter than me, so putting a stop to his attack was as simple as picking him up. It sure didn’t deter him from trying again, and again… and again. But it was funny to see the brief look of triumph on his face turn to one of disappointment as I defeated him yet again. Oh, how he swore every time that if he were bigger, stronger, that he’d easily get me back for all the times I “[Get in touch now!] YOUR FAVORITE [Top-rated salesman 1997] OUT OF JEALOUSY.”

Little did I know just how literally he meant that. Spamton Neo had come and gone, and neither of us had enjoyed it, in the end. The brief sense of “F R E E D O M” he felt quickly diminished the longer I fought him – I was hurt that he had tricked me, and the guilt was eating him up as we battled. Once we got him back in his old body, he swore he’d never do that again. I’m sure both of us from back then would be shocked to know now that I had actually helped him build another Neo… this time without the extravagant super-weapons. He wanted to relive his Bigshot days, and I made him promise me he wouldn’t go as far as he did before, which he valiantly swore to. He agreed he’d let me remove the disc and reinsert it to his old body after a little while – just to ensure he wouldn’t start power-tripping and grow violent again.

And so here I stood, the 9-foot-tall mech before me, shuddering to life, steam gushing from its slightly-parted jaws, duo-toned glasses flickering as a pair of pupils swiveled to focus on me. Creaking and hissing as air was expelled from the vents, his arms stretched above his head, body shaking from the feeling of finally being lived in.

“AHH, IT’S [Better than great] TO BE BACK!” Spamton announced, sat criss-crossed as his hands rested on his knees, leaning down to look at me. I smiled, my expression mirroring his – he looked so happy.

“Everything feels alright? No areas of discomfort?” I watched as he stood and stretched his legs, testing his joints. I hesitated before adding, “...no sudden urge to destroy me?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “THIS IS ABOUT [Your local dealership], AND YOU’RE SOMEHOW MAKING THIS ABOUT [Number one customer]. NO URGES TO DO [Anything] TO YOU, I SWEAR.” There was a brief pause before he suddenly swiveled his head to look at me, squinting. “WELL…” The way he trailed off had me anxiously fiddling with my fingers. Oh no… please tell me this hadn’t been a mistake?

“Well, what…?” I asked nervously, subconsciously taking a step back, half expecting my soul to be ripped from my body and thrown into battle. I had defeated him once – I could do it again. I just really, really didn’t want to. I mean, we were past that, right?

I squeaked in surprise as he suddenly crouched down and grabbed me with one giant hand, sitting criss-cross on the ground again and cradling me in one arm. I raised an eyebrow at the gesture, eyes wide as they darted up to meet his unreadable gaze, intentions hidden behind the glint of his glasses.

“Uhh, Spamton? What are you doing…?” Now I squinted at him. He wasn’t going to hurt me, that much was now clear, but I still felt a little unnerved. Just a few seconds of being in his new body and my friend had wordlessly scooped me up like I was nothing. Finally, his voice crackled to life above me, sounding terrifyingly low and condescending.

“DO YOU REMEMBER ALL THE [Get with the times!] YOU WOULD [Put some elbow grease into it]? JUST FOR YOUR OWN [Laughing out loud]?”

I merely blinked at him. Even knowing him for as long as I had, it was still sometimes difficult to understand him past all the ads.

“Huh?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand, eyes fluttering shut. “WHEN YOU’D YOU’D [Gentle touch]- NO, WHEN YOU’D [Take a stab at it]-” He put a hand against his head, craning his neck and sucking in a breath. I nearly jumped out of my skin as he suddenly veered down, face inches from me and eyes blown wide in frustration.

“T I C K L I N G.” My face heated up almost immediately as the understanding hit me. I glanced down at the position I was in… oh. When I looked back up at him, his grin had stretched to appear even more shit-eating than usual.

“Hey, come on, you’d always get me back after!” I stuttered, shifting nervously against his chest, staring and falling silent as his other hand slowly rose to hover above me, fingers in a claw-like motion. I tried to shuffle backwards, a nervous smile spreading across my face, but he held me securely against him, and I suddenly understood how he must’ve felt whenever I’d pick him up and bully him like this.

“DON’T ACT LIKE I EVEN STOOD [Take a chance]. YOU’VE HAD THIS COMING FOR A [Limited time offer]...”

He chuckled mischievously as his fingers started wiggling, descending upon me.

I instinctively pushed against his hand and found that it was actually giving way a little, already giggling nervously without him even touching me yet. It was even more flustering to realize that he was going easy on me on purpose – the mech might not have any weapons, but it was still definitely stronger than me physically, and yet I was able to keep his hand about a foot away from me, even as his fingers wiggled tauntingly. I heard the smirk in his voice as he slowly started applying more pressure, making it harder and harder to keep the attack at bay.

“YOU HAVING SOME [higher difficulty] THERE?” He mused, punctuating the sentence with another sharp push from his hand, his fingers barely grazing my stomach for a second, to which I jumped.

“N-No! I’m perfectly f-fine!” I shot back, wincing as I stuttered. I contradicted my obvious bluff by attempting to use my legs to help push his hand away… to which he immediately pinned them back down using the hand on the arm that held me, and I huffed in frustration as my own arms started to buckle.

“YOU SURE?” He drawled. “LOT OF [sister struggling] FOR SOMEONE NOT AFRAID OF A LITTLE [Coochie coochie coo!]”

Trying my best to ignore that last comment, I bluffed even further, hoping he didn’t see through to my real intentions. I actually let go of his hand, which shocked him enough that his fingers stopped wiggling, his hand stilling.

“Yeah, I’m not afraid.” I made a ‘come at me’ type of gesture, holding his gaze with faux confidence. “I’m actually impressed. Lot of stalling for someone so salty about how easy they are to tickle.”

He blinked at me a few times. Then, just like that, I was a laughing, shrieking mess – it had happened so quickly that I almost missed the way his cheeks grew an even brighter red, his fingers digging into my sides, ribs and stomach serving as a distraction to both me and himself. At first, he seemed shocked by how easy it was to make me laugh, before he started giggling too, clearly having way too much fun.

“HA! WHERE’D ALL THOSE [bragging rights] GO?!” He boasted, already starting to hone in on particularly bad spots, eating up my every reaction. “HOW’S IT FEEL BEING THE [Little guy]?! NOT SO [big and strong] NOW, ARE YA?!” If I wasn’t actively being reduced to a puddle in his arms, I’d have found it adorable how fast everything was going to his head.

“So what does thihis make the scohore?! One to one hundrehed?!” I forced through my laughter, just to rile him up even more. I threw my head back with a squeal as he suddenly started pinching up and down my ribs, his other fingers digging into my side.

“GUESS I’LL JUST HAVE TO KEEP [Tease and squeeze] YOU UNTIL WE’RE [even lower price], THEN, WON’T I?” I finally decided I’d stop purposely aggravating him as I felt my face explode in color, eyes widening as I wondered if he was serious. “WHAT’S THE MATTER, [Squeaky toy]? YOU’RE THE ONE THAT [Pin-point accuracy] THAT OUT!”

“Dohon’t call me thahat!” I shrieked in embarrassment, alternating between fruitlessly pushing at his hand again, which was now proving immovable, and hiding my face.

“WHY? DOES IT NOT…” He briefly paused, and I grew rightfully worried at the way his smile seemed to grow wider. “...[tickle your fancy]?” He cackled loudly at his own joke, and I had no choice but to laugh at it, too, falling into hysterics as he suddenly shoved his fingers under my arms.

“I’m nahat a squeaheaky toy!” My protest came out as a pathetic whine, and he laughed even louder.

“OH REALLY? BECAUSE YOU SURE MAKE [Just the cutest little] NOISES WHEN I-” I didn’t even know what to think as he suddenly yanked my shirt up a bit, just enough that he could lean down and blow a raspberry.

I had given Spamton them on occasion in the past, if he was being really stubborn, because they completely destroyed him. I was no different now – especially with how he could cover basically my entire stomach. I shrieked and squealed, pushing frantically at his head as he chuckled against my stomach, making it indescribably worse. I had to tap out.

“OKAYOKAYOKAY!” I shouted, and to my relief, he immediately pulled back, lowering me so I rested in his lap. He looked me over for a moment as I caught my breath and pulled my shirt back down, making sure I was okay, before sighing and giggling, studying me with his head resting on his fist.

“ONE TO [Win a hundred dollars!]” He reminded me, and I stopped in my tracks to stare up at him.

“Are you… seriously going to keep count?” I smiled nervously, glancing away.

“YOU WOULDN’T [Complaints, comments, concerns].” He seemed dead-set in his arguing point as he grinned at me with lidded eyes.

I coughed into the crook of my arm to disguise the blush creeping up my face, averting my gaze. “Whatever…” I squeaked as he gently jabbed me in the side to bring my attention right back to him.

“YOU THINK I DON’T [Find out now!] WHY YOU KEPT [Cheering me on] WHILE I WAS [Here comes the tickle monster!] YOU?”

Ah. I’d been found out. Not that I secretly wanted to be or anything.

“Well”, I stuttered, clearing my throat as his eyes bore into me. “I mean…” I twiddled my fingers. “It’s just… nice… having you be able to do it back without me making it easy for you…”

He sighed before ruffling my hair, his gaze softening.

“WELL”, he started, mimicking my cadence, “NOW THAT I’M [BIG] AGAIN…” He leaned back and crossed his arms. “FEEL FREE TO [Ask for a loan] ANYTIME.”

I paused before slowly quirking a brow. “...You are gonna let me take that disc out again, right?”

An ominous look was shielded behind the glare of those glasses.

“Right?”

“WHAT ARE YOU GONNA [Due] IF I [Say no to Prop 34]?” He leaned back down, arms still crossed, except now I could see the confident look on his face. I surprised him as I burst out laughing, leaning against him so I wouldn’t fall over.

“WHAT’S SO [Funny birthday cards]?” He demanded, cocking his head.

I looked up at him with a confidence that rivaled his own. “I’ll make it one to a hundred-and-one.” I made a claw shape with my hands, poised right in front of his midsection. He cackled at my warning, getting a dangerous look in his eye.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN [Were you in a wreck?] ME EVEN AFTER I JUST [Totaled] YOU?!”

“I might’ve put some… bonus features… into this new mech.” My smirk only grew as he squinted his eyes at me, the upturn of his permanent smile pivoting downwards.

“...WHAT DID YOU?-”

Before he could even ask, I quickly jabbed him in the sides, to which a staticky squeal burst from his speakers, and his arms flew to cover himself defensively, eyes blown wide as understanding hit him

“Twice the sensitivity.”

Not long after Tenna settled into Castle Town and FINALLY realized that the “ugly rat-looking puppet” was actually his dear beloved Spamton… he decided to make an effort to get to know him better and try becoming a better person. Something the puppet genuinely appreciates, even though he loudly admitted on his side that he also has a terrible personality and needs to grow as well. After all, they both made mistakes in the past! Now that they’re living in a much calmer present, they can focus a little more on each other.

After the Knight’s attack, the TV man’s shoulders are sometimes painful, and on certain days he struggles to properly use his arms. Thankfully, Spamton seems more than willing to help during those moments and takes care of most of the chores and cooking instead.

Because yes; the two of them decided to become… roommates. Tenna admitted to Susie that he no longer knows whether he wants to… be adopted by other Lightners or simply grow old peacefully in Castle Town and enjoy a sort of “retirement” with his former partner.

Things aren’t easy every day between Spamton and Tenna. They argue often, even if the giant TV usually bursts into tears a few seconds later and begs the puppet not to abandon him, promising he’ll try to do better. On his side, Spamton has to learn how to trust Tenna again and open up to him. The conversation about the… contract hurt the giant Darkner so badly that the puppet struggled to cheer him back up afterward. Spamton doesn’t really hate him anymore, his anger barely exists now and… he needs to focus on the present instead of staying trapped in the past. Something Tenna struggles to do. But! There is progress! Tenna is trying his best not to be clingy and gives Spamton plenty of space, while also making an effort to truly listen when he talks and respect the different boundaries he sets.

Everything is going well between them now, everything’s on the right track!

And today happens to be one of those days where the TV man seems bored after being forced to let Spamton handle the sweeping because of the pain in his arms. He HATES feeling useless.

-Heeey Spam! What if we played, uh… Truth or Dare? That way we can get to know each other even better while having fun! Isn’t that a great idea?

-YEAH, SURE IF YOU WANT!

The puppet rushes off to put the broom away in a closet before sitting down on the floor across from Tenna.

When the game begins, the questions are simple at first: things like their favorite food, choosing their favorite part of each other, describing an embarrassing moment from their lives… A few dares are thrown in too,Spamton has to hop on both feet for a few minutes, while Tenna is forced to end his sentences with “nya” for several rounds…

-Are you still ticklish, Spamton?

Tenna asks innocently, curious to know whether this… plush-and-plastic body is still capable of feeling certain things. The question seems to catch Spamton a little off guard as he crosses his arms and tilts his head slightly to the side.

It’s probably the kind of trick question where the puppet wishes he could lie a little and say he isn’t ticklish anymore, just to see whether Tenna would be tempted to grab him or secretly poke him later. Or maybe say yes and risk suffering a sneaky attack later from a TV who suddenly feels playful.

The truth? He has absolutely no idea. Since becoming a puppet, nobody has tried doing that to him! So he decides to be honest instead of giving Tenna false hope.

-I DON’T KNOW. NOBODY’S TRIED, SO THERE’S NO WAY TO KNOW! HAEHAEHAE!

Tenna’s antennas droop a little as he nods with almost disappointed sadness. Ah. He probably planned to tease him a little depending on whether the answer was yes or no, and now his plan has completely fallen apart. Spamton ALMOST feels bad for him.

The game continues, and Spamton gets a little too confident, choosing dare after dare. Which eventually leads to him ending up on the TV man’s lap, trapped in a stupidly comfortable hug. Seriously, being this warm should be illegal! He could fall asleep like this!

-And now, for the next dare, you have to… stay still and let me do whatever I want!

Spamton briefly gives the TV man a confused look before shrugging. Alright then, after the hug, what’s next? Getting covered in kisses? No problem! He likes receiving attention and affection from Tenna,feeling loved is pleasant and almost a little too addictive.

-OKAY!

The very next second, a squeak and loud cackling burst out of the startled puppet. W-What just happened? Tenna had only wiggled his fingers against his ribs, so why did-...

…Oh… WHAT?

-Congratulations, Spammy, I think even with your puppet body, you’re still just as ticklish as before!

Even if he wanted to reply, it was already too late. Spamton dissolved into a giggling little mess while Tenna’s fingers and claws attacked every spot he remembered. His sides, stomach, ribs, neck… Sometimes it was just pokes, sometimes tiny pinches, and occasionally even the lightest brush was enough to make Spamton burst into giggles. And the worst part was when Tenna scratched behind his knees. Oh, by the Angel, he thought he was going to die laughing!

-Oooh, that’s a good spot! Your knees have always been your weak point, that hasn’t changed at all! Though, you squeak way more than before,you sound like a little squeaky toy now, it’s adorable!

-I’M NOHOHOHOT ADORAHAHABLE! HAEHAEHAE!

Spamton squirms on Tenna’s lap, trying to shove away the hands relentlessly attacking him, but every single time, the TV man simply switches to another spot instead.

It’s not fair! He’s way too small to fight back,if only he could become big again, he could easily turn the tables and get his revenge!

But wait… he CAN do that! He just needs to distract Tenna for a few seconds and gather what little strength he has left to transform into NEO!

-[F1]!

A mini Spamton appears and stares at the scene… extremely confused. Until he understands his mission (after the puppet manages to point toward Tenna’s screen). The Spammling fly toward the TV man’s face before leaning closer and trying to place a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. Such a silly, cheesy little gesture, and yet it instantly makes the giant Darkner freeze.

A dumb smile spreads across his screen as a flower blooms at the tip of his nose. Perfect! The perfect distraction! Spamton uses the opportunity to catch his breath before rolling off Tenna’s lap. Slowly, he stands back up on his little legs and waves one segmented finger toward his former partner.

-MY TURN! YOU’RE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE THE [ SWEET TASTE OF NEO ]!

-The… what?

Tenna doesn’t have to wait long for his answer, especially once he sees Spamton transform into some kind of… giant bird-like puppet the same size as him. Before the TV man can even sit up and try to run away, NEO pounces on him and pins him to the floor (while carefully making sure not to hurt him,that’s not the goal). The only thing Tenna manages to do is grab Spamton’s hands.

-Hehe… Good, now we’re evenly matched! What an excellent plot twist! But what are you gonna do without your hands, hm? I still have enough strength to stop you from using them!

NEO simply snickers while… something emerges from the compartment in his chest. Something heart-shaped, with a face, hanging from a chain. It approaches Tenna before successfully slipping underneath his red suit.

-Wha-… EEK! Spam! That’s cold!

-STOP COMPLAINING ! YOU WANTED A [ HEART TO HEART ] WITH YOUR RIDICULOUS GAME , DIDN'T YOU?

Tenna doesn’t even get time to protest because the heart immediately springs into action. He starts feeling a light tingling sensation on his stomach, as if… something were giving him tiny little kisses. The former boss of TV World fights desperately not to giggle, until the heart blows a raspberry against his poor silicone stomach… and not just one.

-HEHEHE! NAHAHAHA! NOT THAHAHAT! SPAMTON! CALL IT BACK! CALL IT BAAACK!! HIHI!

The TV man finally breaks and bursts into laughter, squirming beneath him. Honestly, a part of him doesn’t really want it to stop because he loves getting attention! BUT IT TICKLES SO MUCH! OH BOY! The heart happily alternates between kisses and raspberries, and sometimes even lightly nibbles at his sides.

-SO, DO YOU GIVE UP?!

-NEHEHEVER!

While carefully watching for any sign of discomfort from Tenna, Spamton manages to make him lift his arms a little (not too much,he doesn’t want to accidentally trigger the pain in his shoulders). Once he does, he takes the opportunity to brush the tips of his wings against the bits of metallic “skin” revealed beneath the TV man’s costume.

The instant the soft feathers graze his skin, the TV man falls into another laughing fit,and even snorts a little too,until he’s finally forced to admit defeat.

-OOHOHOKAY! You win this battle! I suhuhurrender!

Tenna manages to gasp out between laughs. Immediately afterward, Spamton releases his poor prisoner. He pulls his wings away, and his heart returns to him, leaving behind a red-screened TV man desperately trying to catch his breath.

-Oh wow, I think this might actually be the first time you’ve beaten me in a tickle fight. Usually it was always very… one-sided, hehe! (Except when you used your stupid healing spell.)

Spamton simply rolls his eyes before suddenly getting an idea.

-HEY, SINCE I WON, I DESERVE A REWARD!

And he doesn’t even give Tenna time to answer before simply tapping one of his cheeks with a finger.

-And you still DARE say I’m the one who asks for too much attention?

As NEO leans a little closer to Tenna, the TV man quickly presses a kiss against his cheek. The moment he does, the puppet returns to his normal appearance with a small poof and lands right back in the giant Darkner’s arms, where Tenna immediately starts scratching through his hair and under his chin.

-You really are something else, you know that?

"Tens?" Spamton called as peeped inside. Not here?

"H-here," Tenna squeaked from his nightstand. On his nightstand. The TV show host had shrunk down and was small enough to be picked up by the addison.

"Tens? You okay?" Spamton asked as he offered his hand for Tenna to climb on. The TV didn't say anything, but crawled onto the palm of the addison's hand.

"Ant?" Spamton asked, but no answer. The addison poked Tenna's belly, which rewarded him with a tiny squeak and a giggle, "Don't worry, Spamton G. Spamton knows a way to turn that frown upside down!" "Ehehek!" Tenna squeaked before giggles bubbled from him as Spamton gently tickled his stomach, his sides, ribs and underarms. The tiny TV fell on his back and kicked his legs, laughing adorably as the addison continued to tickle him.

Spamton gently stroked Tenna's antennae, which caused the TV show was squeal before bubbly laughter poured out of him. After a few seconds, Tenna grew back to his full size and jumped onto his bed.

"Feeling better?" Spamton asked as he climbed onto Tenna's chest, "So, what's the matter, Ant?"

"Today was a disaster!" Tenna sobbed, "The game show, the cowboy show and the cooking show will surely be cancelled after the disaster we had today!!" "A disaster? No, Ant," Spamton began as he reached over to gently stroked the top of Tenna's head, "The people loved today's game show. They thought it was quite funny. For today's cowboy episode, they loved the idea the sheriff wasn't always perfect with his lasso. For the cooking show, the audience thought it made sense since the chef would often run around," "R-really?" Tenna asked in a tiny, teary voice before Spamton pulled out a file and held up a page.

"This is today's ratings and the audiençe's response to it," Spamton grinned. Tenna looked surprised. Moments later, a flower bloomed from his noise.

"Oh, Spammy! The ratings are stupendous!" Tenna giggled warmly as he wrapped his arms around Spamton and gave him a hug before kissing all over his cheeks, "Thank you! Thank you!" "hahaha! That tickles, Ant!" Spamton cackled before he playfully dug his fingers into Tenna's sides to receive a giggle, "And no more gloobiness on my watch!"

"Spammy! Eheek!" Tenna giggled as Spamton continued to tickle his sides and playfully stroke his antennae.