#ler kyle

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It was late December, a snowy day in South Park. 

“Cartman, I can’t share a seat with you, you're too fat.” “YES YOU CAN, KENNY!”

Cartman squished against the bus window, trying to make room for his friend. Kenny rolled his eyes as he tried to fit on the seat next to Cartman. 

“Can’t you, like, tuck it into your pants or something?” Kenny said as he started pushing his friend’s stomach trying to make room for himself.

“Kenny! Kehenny, stahap!” Cartman giggled as he pushed his friend’s hands.

Kenny smiled under his parka, “What, is your big tummy ticklish or something?”

“Shut uhup, Kenny! Stop!” 

“SHUT UP BACK THERE! DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE PRINCIPAL?!” 

Kenny let up at the sound of Mrs. Crabtree’s raspy voice. “No Mrs Crabtree.” Both boys said in a small voice. 

“That's what I thought.” Mrs Crabtree said as she turned her attention back to the road.

“Nice going Kenny. You got us in trouble.” Cartman harshly whispered, “you’re so annoying”

Kenny grew worried at that word. Annoying. For some reason, at that moment, it scared him. He brushed it off, however, as they got arrived at the elementary school. 

~~~ In Class ~~~

Mr. Garrison was talking about some kind of pop culture thing he saw on the television. Kenny was bored out of his mind. As he was tapping his pencil on his desk, he got an idea. 

Kyle was also bored, but felt bad completely tuning out Mr. Garrison, so he was trying to pay attention as much as he can. However, his attention was dragged somewhere else when he felt a poke on his side. His arm shot to his side, causing him to hit his elbow on his desk in the process. 

“Ow!” Kyle winced as he held the hurt joint. The whole class, including Mr. Garrison, looked at the red-haired boy in confusion. When Kyle looked at Kenny, his eyes narrowed. Both of Kenny’s hands were covering the part of his parka where his mouth would be, effectively silencing his giggles completely.

“KENNY, I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!” Kyle shouted, which made Kenny giggle so loud that he had to hold his stomach, causing everyone to hear his adorable giggles. 

“Kyle Broflovski and Kenny McCormick, if you can’t pay attention to my lesson, you could just go down to the counsellor’s office.” Mr. Garrison said with a shake of his head.

“No Mr. Garrison! I was paying attention! I swear! It was Kenny!”

“I said, go to the Counsellor’s office! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Garrison.” Kenny and Kyle said as they walked out of the classroom and down to the school’s Counsellor.

“What the fuck, Kenny? Why did you do that?”

Kenny started to giggle again, “I was bored!”

“Yeah, well now we’re in trouble! God, you are so annoying! If my mom finds out about this, she’s gonna–”

As Kyle went on, Kenny couldn’t help but feel his heart drop a little again. There was that word. Annoying. The sentence played back in his head, “God, you’re so annoying!”. Why was this effecting him so much?

~~~ After school ~~~

“So, you guys gonna come over to my place after dinner? I got the new Mario Party for Christmas, and it looks really cool!” Stan said as he showed his friends the game with a smile on his face. 

“Keeewl!” Cartman said, taking the game from Stan, “I’m totally gonna kick all your asses!” 

“Yeah right, fatass! You lose all of the other times we play!”

“I do not, Kahl! Besides, this is a new game! New game, new me! That’s totally a saying.”

“It’s new year, new me, dumb fuck!”

“Nu-uh! It’s game! Maybe you’re just–”

As the two bickered for probably the 10th time that day, Kenny felt a pit fall in his stomach. The boys were about to pass the building Kenny died in front of the day before. He doesn’t remember much of it, but he remembers something big and heavy landing on him, crushing him into the sidewalk. 

“Uh, guys?” Kenny said with a shaky voice, looking up to the roof of the building.

The boys looked back at their friend. “What’s up, Kenny?”

“Could we go a different way home? Y’know, being that I kinda got crushed yesterday…” 

“Kenny, don’t be a pussy.” Cartman deadpanned, “you’ll be fine, that was yesterday. New day, new you!”

“For the last time, Cartman, it’s new year. Not new game, not new day. New. Year.” Kyle said as he continued walking.

“Kahl, I can say whateva the hell I want! It’s freedom of speech, after all!” Cartman said, following Kyle.

“C’mon, Kenny, we have to go home and eat!” Stan said before running after his friends to catch up.

Kenny stood there for a second. He couldn’t believe his friends would just leave him like that. Well, he could. They have before. But it’s not like anything happened those last times, so nothing’s gonna happen now! 

… Right?

With a deep breath, he ran past the building with his eyes closed. He screamed when he ran into something hard, thinking he just ran into a moving car, or the same object that crushed him yesterday with his luck.

“Kenny! What the hell?!” Turns out, it was Stan’s back, “I almost fell into the snow!”

“I'm alive…? I’m alive! WOO-HOO!” Kenny threw his hands in the air in his excitement.

“... Yeah, dude, we know.” Kyle said, with a straight face, “now come on, we have to eat dinner, so we could go to Stan’s house.” 

Did they really not care?

“… Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m gonna go this way home,” Kenny said as he pointed to a side road.

“Are you sure, Kenny? We always go this way,” Stan said, a look of slight worry on his face as he turned to Kenny.

“Yeah I’m sure! See you guys!” He waved enthusiastically at his friends.

“Yeah, dude, see ya” Kyle said as he and the others turned to continue down the street.

Kenny stood frozen for a moment. What had he done? Was he really that… that… annoying? 

The blond collected his thoughts and headed down the road to his house.

~~~ At Stan’s House ~~~

“You all suck ass!”

“Shut up Stan! We just need to- Cartman! We’re supposed to be working together!”

“Oh, we are?”

“Yes, fatass! Get Stan!”

Kenny giggled as his princess Peach dodged every attack Stan’s Yoshi threw at him in the mini-game. That mixed with Cartman’s Mario pushing Kyle’s Toad in the way of one of the attacks, causing Toad to lose 1 out of the 2 lives that were given. 

Stan eventually gave up on Kenny, and went for Kyle, considering her had one life left. The blond was sat in between Cartman and Stan. When he was left alone, he looked at Stan’s sides. He smirked and squeezed it, chuckling at how Stan threw his controller up when he felt the sensation.

“Kenny!”

“Whaaat~?”

“TIME’S UP! … Mario, Peach, And Toad Win!”

“HA! SUCK MY ASS, STAN!” Cartman yelled, pointing to the TV screen.

“That was so weak! Kenny made me throw my controller!”

“All I did was help my teammates, dude!”

“Well, dude, what you did was totally cheating!”

Kenny giggled as the others watched as Toad, Mario, and Peach take 20 coins from Yoshi each, leaving him with 10 left. 

“Fuck! He’s still in first place!” Kyle said, leaving back on the couch. Although Stan only had 10 coins, he still had 2 stars (2 more than everyone else).

“Ha! Kenny’s little trick was pointless! See you losers after this round!” Stan said, grabbing his controller off the ground and getting ready for the next – and final – round.

Kenny rolled his eyes. He kinda felt upset that he did that, though. You’ve annoyed them enough for one day, Kenny. God, get a grip. That's what he thought as he watched his friends take their final rolls of the dice. 

The game ended how everyone knew it would; Stan in first place, then Kyle in second, then Kenny in third, and Cartman in fourth. Cartman was far from happy. Stan and Kyle high-fived, laughing at Cartman’s grumpy face.

“What happened to “new game new me”, fatass?”

“SHUT UP KAHL!” Cartman yelled, throwing his controller on the floor, “You know what?! Screw you guys, I’m going home.” Then Cartman waddled out of Stan’s house, and actually went home.

It was only 5:30 since the guys ate as soon as they got home from school to go over to Stan’s place. 

“Hey, we still have 4 hours until we have to go home,” Kyle said, looking at the clock, “What do you guys wanna do?”

“Uh… Kenny? Are you ok?” Stan asked as he noticed his friend was suspiciously quiet.

Kenny was thinking about the events that transpired throughout the day while fidgeting with the joycon of the controller.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry.” Kenny said, his face heating up at how easy it was to read him.

“No you’re not, dude,” Kyle said, placing his hand on Kenny’s back, “What happened? Did we say something?”

“Well… Not- not just that.”

Stan and Kyle looked at each other with worried looks on their faces. Stan then moved to sit on the floor in front of Kenny to get a better look at his face. “You can tell us, Ken.”

“Ok. How come nobody cares about me? I die every day and no one cares! It fucking hurts, but nobody asks me if I’m ok the next day.”

Kyle furrowed his brows at that statement. “Kenny, dude, we care.”

“No you don’t Kyle! Not you, not Stan, not Cartman! Nobody! I asked if we could go a different way, and you all just called me a pussy and left me! I hate dying! This might come as a shock to you guys, but it’s not fun!”

“Kenny, we’re so sorry, we didn’t mean to make you feel bad. We were just-”

“Just joking, right?” Kenny finished Stan’s sentence, his hands turning into fists, “you’re always “just joking” cause “we’re guys” and it's normal for your friends to rip in you, and it’s no big deal. I’m sorry I’m so annoying, but-”

“Woah, Kenny, you’re not annoying!” Stan said, putting a hand on his friend’s knee, “when did we say that?”

“It’s all that’s been said to me all day! And if you didn’t say it, you showed that you were annoyed. Like, I know I’m annoying. I know that you guys forget I’m here. It’s whatever, I’m used to it.”

“Kenny, are you… crying?” Kyle’s face dropped when he heard Stan say that.

“No…” Kenny lied. He pulled the strings of his parka, so his face was barely visible.

“You’re gonna get your parka wet! That’ll be uncomfortable.” Kyle said, feeling tears coming himself. He couldn’t handle seeing the people he loves cry. “Kenny, I promise we care. We only say that you’re annoying to joke around, and I know that won’t make you feel better, but it’s the truth.”

“Yeah, we don’t actually mean any rude thing we say. I promise you, we don’t think you’re annoying.”

“You guys are just saying that to make me feel better.” Kenny said, reaching into his parka to wipe his eyes.

“I swear! Scout's honour!”

“Yeah, Scout's honour!”

“Even when I tickle you throughout the day?” Stan and Kyle looked at each other again, this time confused. Sure, they get embarrassed when Kenny randomly goes up and tickles them for no reason, but the two found it more funny and endearing more than annoying. 

“Is that’s what this is about, Kenny?” Stan asked.

“Not all of it, but kinda.”

“Aww, Kenny, you’re not annoying when you tickle us! It’s honestly kinda fun having the surprise aspect!”

“... really?”

“Yeah! It’s like, you never know when it’s coming! Right Kyle?”

“Y-Yeah! Kenny, if we genuinely found you annoying, we would tell you.”

“Thanks guys.”

“No problem, dude. Now get out of your parka!” Stan giggled as he reached up and unzipped Kenny’s thick parka, and Kyle took down the hood. 

Kenny smiled a little, not entirely used to having his full face exposed to his friends. However, those said friends loved the sight. Kenny’s blond hair was a little messy from being in the hood, and his tears dried up. His face was also a little pink from all the complements and reassurance. 

“Thanks you guys, seriously. I needed to hear that today.”

“Of course, Kenny! We love you, man!” Kyle smiled, no longer feeling teary-eyed as he saw Kenny’s little smile, “Is there anything else we could do to make you feel even better?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Kyle looked at Stan, and smiled at the expression he had on his face. It was a glint in his eyes and a sinister smirk. Kyle knew that face more than anyone. Oh, this was gonna be good.

“I actually know something we could do, Kenny! Why don’t you lay down on the carpet over here?” Stan said, patting the rug beneath him. 

Kenny grew confused. How could Stan know how to make him feel better? He was more curious, however, and did as he was told.

Kyle then joined them, already knowing what to do when he saw Stan sit above their friend’s head. Faster than Kenny would have anticipated (if he knew what they were planning), Stan reached down and grabbed Kenny’s hands, sitting on them so they were stretched above the blond’s head. At the same time, Kyle tased both of Kenny’s sides at the same time as he sat on the blond’s thighs.

“AHH!” Kenny shouted. That’s when it clicked. He thanked god that Stan’s parents and sister were out shopping, “whahat was thahat, Kyle?!”

“Oh, just the warm-up!” Kyle said with a smile, and went to squeezing Kenny’s ribs.

“Ahahaha! Kylehehe! Whyyy!” Kenny giggled, shaking his head and pulling at his arms.

“Stan, some help, please!” Kyle said as he saw the wasn’t getting much of a reaction. 

“Oh yes, of course!” Stan said. The boy then started lightly scratching at Kenny’s underarms, now exposed thanks to the lack of protection from his parka, only relying on the thickness of his undershirt (it’s not that thick), “Kyle, go lighter! They tickle him more~”.

“AHHahahaha! Nohohoho!”

“Oh, thanks, dude!” Kyle switched to lightly tickling his friend’s ribs, occasionally going down to his sides.

“KYLEHEhehehe, Plehehehease! Dohohohohon’t”

“Don’t what, Kenny?”

“Nohohohot fahahalling fohohor thahahat!” Kenny squealed as Stan’s touch grew lighter as well. “STAHAHahahahan! AHAHahahahaha!”

“Aww! Listen to his giggles, Stan! They’re just so… cute!” Kyle said, a huge smile on his face, “Who knew Kenny could be so adorable!”

Kenny’s face immediately grew red at the comment, “Shuhuhut uhuhup! Thehehehey ahahare NOHOHOT cuhuhute!” 

“Yo, Kyle, let up for a second!” Stan said, as he stopped tickling Kenny, Kyle following. “Kenny, tell me, can you feel the tickles?” Stan then raised his hands above Kenny’s underarms and ribs, wiggling his fingers slightly.

“Oh, Stahan fuhuhuck ohoff!”

“You didn’t answer~! Can you feel the tickle tickle tickles~?” God damn, Stan was going all out. Kyle was even turning red, just imagining how Kenny felt.

“YES ohohokay?! IhI cahahan!”

“Funny, ‘cause we’re not even touching you,” Kyle smirked, joining in on the bit by hovering his hands above Kenny’s stomach, a known death spot.

“KYLE! I swehehear to gohohod, if yohohohou gohoho thehehere, AH! Stahahahan!” Kenny squeaked as he felt a single finger go down his bare forearm. Why did you wear a t-shirt, Kenny?!

“What’s up, Kenny? Are you a little, ticklish?” Kenny was going insane. If they didn’t start soon–

Nevermind.

“AHHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHH! GUHUHUYSS AHHAHAHAHA!” Kenny screamed with laughter as Kyle and Stan lowered their fingers. Stan lightly scribbling up and down Kenny’s forearms, and Kyle reaching under Kenny’s shirt to tickle his bare stomach.

This really couldn’t get worse.

“Hey, Stan, remember how Kenny cheated during Mario Party?”

Oh shit.

“Oh yeah! He did! The audacity he had, we should get him back!”

“NOHOHO! NONO- STAHAHAHAN!”

“You’re right! But how should we?”

“Hmm… How about you squeeze his hips, while I go for his tummy?”

Kenny grew more red of the use of the childish word. “WEHEHEHE DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE TOHOHO- AHH! AHHHAHAHAHAHA! NONO- I’M SOHOHORRY!”

“Shush, Kenny, I’m thinking!” Kyle said as he used one hand to pinch at his hips while keeping the other one on this tummy. 

“AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA- KYLE! NAHAHAHAHA!”

“Anyway, I think that would be a great idea, but I heard from Butters that his back is also a good spot! Maybe we should see for ourselves?” Oh no. Oh nono. Butters, you traitor!

“Ooh, great idea, Kyle!” Stan said, ceasing his attack, Kyle following a second after. “Would you like to do the honours, or me?”

“Guhuhuys!” Kenny was so beyond embarrassed. His literal crush talked about how ticklish he was to his best friends! “Dohohohn’t!”

“Don’t?” Kyle questioned, forcefully turning Kenny over so he’s laying on his stomach, “That’s funny, seeing as you enjoy being tickled so much, I thought you would be excited for this?”

“I don’t lihike this! Thihis is gahahay!”

“Kenny, you never asked us to stop” Stan smiled as he saw the blush spread to Kenny’s ears. Kyle then sat on Kenny’s right arm, Stan sitting on his left. Then Kyle got to work.

Kyle ran his fingers roughly up and down Kenny’s back, noticing how behind his sides seemed to be a particularly good spot. 

“Nohohoho! I’m sohohorry!”

“Kyle, go lighter! They’re more ticklish on him, remember?”

“Oh right, thanks!” Kyle smiled as he lightened his touch. Now THAT got a reaction out of him!

“AHH! AHhahahahaha! Guhuhuyss ahahahaa! AHH NAHahahahaaha!” Poor Kenny couldn’t even form a proper sentence! This whole situation was way too flustering for him. 

After a bit, Kyle let up and him and Stan flipped Kenny back onto his back. The sight they both saw was downright adorable.

Kenny’s hair was messy from the trashing, and his eyes were glistening from how hard he was laughing. His face was red from embarrassment, and his happy smile was bright enough to light up a dark room.

“Woah, dude, you’re so cute!” Stan gushed as he pinched Kenny’s cheek, feeling how hot they were from the blush.

“Shuhut up Stan!” Kenny said, pushing Stan’s hand away. 

“No, he’s right!” Kyle piped up, “your smile is so nice, actually!”

Kenny felt his cheeks heat up more, “I- no- shut up!” Kenny then covered his face. 

“I think Kenny like the compliments~!” Stan teased, poking at Kenny’s stomach.

“Wihill yohou!”

“Fine, but one last thing.” It was Kyle’s turn to smirk as he suddenly lifted Kenny’s shirt and blew the biggest raspberry he could muster right on the center of the blond’s stomach.

“AAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KYLE! Why! Why wohohould yohohou dohoho thahahahat?!”

“Cause I felt like it,” Kyle said with a smile, lowering Kenny’s shirt, “how ya’ feeling, Kenny?”

“Ehehehe… be-better,” he said with a smile, “Thanks you guys.”

“Woah Kenny… are you saying you…” Stan smirked, “like being tickled?”

Kenny’s eyes widened, “What? No I don’t! That’s gay!” 

“Really? Cause you didn’t tell us to stop.”

“Shut up Kyle!” Kenny’s face was back to being red, “I don’t like it!”

“Sure, Ken,” Stan said with a smile and a poke to Kenny’s side, his smile widening when Kenny squeaked and covered his side, “now, wanna play Mario Party again?”

Kenny’s smile went wider. Kyle nodded his head, “Yeah, and this time, I’m gonna win, Stan!”

“In your dreams, Kyle!”

The three boys giggled as Stan got the game back on. 

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.

"Ihihihihit's nahahat my fahahault! I-I hahahave a better buhuhild!" Even while getting tickled Kyle was still actively trying to win the race. Stan had abandoned his controller to use both hands against Kyle; his Dry Bowser staying idle behind the start line.

Kyle's arms tried to squeeze into his sides to get Stan's hands out of his spaces, however, that just locked Stan further into place.

"Stahahahan fuhuhuck off ahahahalready! Jehehesus!" Kyle's eyes narrowed in his giggles while Stan suddenly shoved his hands up Kyle's armpits. Kyle squealed and fell backward right into Stan as a reflex, his controller abandoned.

"GAH! Okahahahay okahahahay! I'll throw the- gahahahame!" Kyle's feet kicked while he tried to escape Stan's tickly grip. Stan looked down at Kyle's face while Kyle lay in his lap, his expression alight with forced laughter. Stan refused to blush at the boy on his lap as he picked up his controller and played his Dry Bowser.

After all that, Stan finished in third. Against the NPC's. Peach and Waluigi were always difficult. Stan celebrated his victory as he noted Baby Rosalina in 12th place. Kyle had since then rolled off of Stan's lap and sat fuming next to him, his "happiness" burnt away.

"Woo! Good game, dude." Stan smiled over at Kyle, but Kyle was noticeably angry.

"If you wanted to win, you could have just said that. Why are you always tickling me, Stan? It's fucking annoying." Kyle had his arms crossed, not wanting to admit that if he replayed what just happened in his mind, he could feel Stan's phantom fingers in his ribs.

Stan's smile slid off his face. He shrugged and offered Kyle his controller back. Kyle just stared at him with an angry silence.

"Dude I can't just ask you to lose for me, that's lame. And I-I dunno, I just think it's funny." Stan shrugged his shoulders while Kyle threw up his hands in astonishment.

"You think it's funny? You think it's a big fucking joke to laugh against your will?" Kyle's eyes burned. Stan glanced to his right to see if Kyle was serious.

"...Dude I dunno! I didn't think it was that big of a deal-"

"Oh you don't? Are you ticklish, Stan? Do you know what it's like?" Kyle started moving towards Stan; Stan now getting a nervous feeling in his chest.

"Dude come on, you don't have to do that. Alright here, I promise never to tickle you again, okay?" Stan started backing up while Kyle continued to come closer to where he sat on the carpet.

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. This is gonna be for every single time you decided to tickle me to get something from me or beat me in something." Kyle grabbed Stan's wrist and pinned it to the floor, and put his knee in place on his wrist. Stan winced and tried fighting Kyle. "Every time you distracted me to steal my toys, or every time you threatened to tell Cartman I'm ticklish so I'm forced to give you my desserts! You're gonna fucking get it, Stan!"

Stan's ears blushed a bright red at the thought of what was to come. Kyle had successfully sat on Stan's waist, his arms pinned between his sides and Kyle's legs. Stan's legs started to kick.

"Dude come on seriously you don't have to do this!" Stan shook his head as Kyle prepped his fingers.

"Oh, like you gave me a chance every time I told YOU to stop! Fuck you, Stan! This is what you deserve!" Kyle dove right into Stan's ribs, expecting a huge response from Stan as this was personally one of his biggest spots. Stan screwed his eyes shut, waiting for his own laughter to come-

But nothing happened. "Wh- huh?" Kyle squeezed and released his fingers into Stan's ribs. Stan released one eye to see what Kyle was doing to him. Stan could feel Kyle's hands squeezing his ribcage, but it wasn't exactly ticklish.

"You're not...laughing?" Kyle furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Stan bit his lip to try to not laugh at Kyle's confusion.

"Guess you're the only ticklish one here, dude." Stan shrugged and laid his head back on the carpet while Kyle started tazing his ribs. He poked and prodded his ribcage, he tried his top rib and bottom rib and everything in between.

"What? No way! Dude stop holding in your laughter!" Kyle accused. Stan's mouth went agape as he looked down at Kyle still trying to elicit a response from him.

"Dude I'm not! I'm just not ticklish there, I guess!" Kyle grit his teeth in anger as he tried poking all over Stan's midsection now. He forced his fingers into Stan's armpits. Nothing. He poked and prodded all over his tummy, which made Stan huff a little bit, but nothing to get excited over.

Kyle even went so far as to lift Stan's hoodie and stuck a finger in his belly button, to which he was called a fag by Stan for doing something that gay.

"This is impossible! How are you not ticklish anywhere?!" Kyle's eye twitched at his plan backfiring. Stan shrugged that infuriating shrug of his.

"Mmm, not sure. But we've been here for about five minutes now, so just let me get up." Stan brought his knees up behind Kyle to try and get up; Kyle felt Stan's legs bump him in the back.

A lightbulb burst in Kyle's head.

"Kyle? K-Kyle what are you-" Stan sputtered as Kyle had a wonderfully manic look on his face. The ginger sat up quickly, and planted himself back down on Stan, non too gently, by the way. Kyle was now facing Stan's jeaned legs.

"If you're not ticklish anywhere on your upper body-" Kyle reached over to Kyle's knees and locked his fingers behind them. Kyle could feel Stan shifting underneath him. "-you have to be ticklish on your lower body."

"Or maybe I'm just not ticklish at all, dumbass! People like that exist!" Despite Stan's words, Kyle could hear the urgency in them. He had him now.

Kyle didn't speak as he started squeezing into Stan's knees. There it was. Stan started giggling and kicking his legs as he felt Kyle squish into the skin just above his knees.

"You almost had me, Stan. You almost got me. Now it's time for revenge!" Kyle sounded diabolical as Stan brought his legs up only to slam them back down on his bedroom floor.

"Kyhyhyhyhyle! Plehehehease! I'm sorrehehehee! I wohohohon't tihihihickle you agahahain!" Stan's eyes narrowed in his laughs, while he felt Kyle's fingers squish and scribble underneath his knees. "No-HOHO! Nohohohohot thehehehere!!"

Kyle was LIVING right now. So many years of being Stan's victim, and now Stan was finally his. Why didn't he do this sooner? This was awesome!

"Oh no Stan, you're not getting off that easy!" Even though Stan was wearing his washed denim jeans, it was still very easy to feel Kyle's wriggling fingers through the material. Kyle squeezed his fingers from Stan's knees and kneaded up the length of his thighs, which made Stan squeal and press his legs together.

"Gahahahaha! Duhuhuhuhude stohohohohop! Ihihihihit's nohohohot funnehehehehee!" Stan shook his head as Kyle scooped his arm underneath Stan's thigh to wrench his legs apart, and started tazering his inner thigh. "STOHOHOP!! KYHYHYHYLE!!"

"Oh of course Stan, it's not funny when it's happening to you, but when it's happening to me it's just the funniest thing in the world, isn't it?" Kyle rolled his eyes despite delighting in Stan's raucous laughter. His fingers scribbled and worked up the length of his inner thigh, being careful of a certain high area. But the higher on Stan's thigh he went, the louder Stan's laughter became.

"Yeahahahaha thahahat's how ihihihiht- WOHOHORKS!! FUHUHUCK KYLE!!" Kyle had released his leg and was now kneading into the tops of both of his thighs; squishing and releasing the skin repeatedly. It seemed while Kyle was moderately ticklish all over his body, Stan had a few choice ticklish spots that needed finding.

Kyle could feel Stan shift and fight underneath him; he could feel his stomach breathing in and belting out his boyish laughs. Kyle had to admit, he could understand why it was easy for Stan to resort to this more often than not when he wanted something. It was just...so easy. His best friend was crumbling underneath him with squeezes and squishes. And his reactions were entertaining.

"Maybe it's not so funny anymore now that you-" Kyle was speaking, but was interrupted by a sudden sound. Stan snorted through his nose as he was trying to breathe. Kyle looked over his shoulder, his fingers stilling a bit.

"Dude...did you just snort?" Kyle asked. Stan's eyes were lidded as he breathed in deeply.

"I uh... I- hehe- I don't know! Get off me already!" Stan wriggled underneath Kyle. Kyle did get off of Stan's waist, but he sat by Stan's side and started digging into his sides again. This time, Stan started giggling in earnest.

"No way! Snort again! I wanna hear!" Stan shook his head while trying to elbow Kyle's arms away from his sides.

"Fuhuhuhuck nohohoho! I'm nohohohot dohohohoing thahahat!" Stan's head drug along the floor trying to escape Kyle's grip, his blue hat sliding off his head. His black hair fell over his eyes.

"Come on dude! Snort again and I'll stop, I promise!" Kyle suddenly went from Stan's sides to squeezing into Stan's thighs without warning. Stan's laughter boomed as he tried to curl into a ball and push himself away from Kyle's hands.

"GOHOD!! GET OFF MEHEHE!!" Stan demanded, now getting pissed. In a fit of effort, he reached above his head and started squeezing Kyle's sides. Kyle's hands immediately retreated as he recoiled and giggled out.

"Stahahahan! Stohohohop!" Kyle snickered and brought his knees up in defense, but Stan popped up and pushed his legs down to reach more of his body.

"No way, you-"

"Boys? Are you-" The bedroom door opened, Stan's dad appearing in the doorway. Stan and Kyle looked up at Randy; their bodies tangled in their fight.

"....right." Randy stared at them for a moment, before putting his hands up wordlessly and shutting the door behind him.

Kyle and Stan looked at each other before blushing madly and pushing themselves away from each other. Stan swiped his hat off the floor and shoved his hat back on forcefully.

"Dude, gay."

 DomDomDom- DomDomDOMDOMDOM-

 Whoever was at the door was getting incessant. Kyle groaned as he heaved his body off the couch and opened his front door. A wave of alcohol and cold night air whooshed in through the open entrance.

 "Kyyyyyllllle!" Stan stood behind the door, a wide lazy smile across his flushed cheeks. His bleached hair fell in his blue eyes as he held his arms out wide. Stan stepped forward to hug Kyle, but his heavy body fell into Kyle's. Kyle braced himself as he took in Stan's weight as Stan stumbled in through the entrance.

 "Stan? Aw dude, what the hell is this-" Kyle heard a bottle's liquid content clink behind him. Stan held the neck of a bottle of alcohol while he hugged Kyle tightly. Stan reeked of liquor and cigarettes.

 "Kyle- Kyle it's so- *hic* -it's so good to see you. I-I haven't seen you in ages-" Stan's words all slurred in an indecipherable speech. Kyle rolled his eyes as he helped Stan into his home and shut the door behind him.

 "I just saw you at school yesterday?" Kyle pointed out as he tried to get Stan to stand by himself. Stan glued himself to Kyle's shoulders.

"I know it was too long! You shoulda drunk with me dude!" Stan rested his head on Kyle's shoulder as Kyle's cheeks burned. It was embarrassing to deal with drunk people like this.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs." Kyle took Stan's arm around his shoulders and started helping him up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Ooooo- going to Kyle's rooooom! I wonder what's gonna happen in theeeeeere!~" Stan called out loudly; his head rolling onto Kyle's shoulder and poking Kyle’s side with his other hand. Kyle slapped Stan's hand away.

"Dude shut up you're too loud! You're gonna wake the neighbors!" Kyle hissed at his best friend. Stan sputtered a mixture of laughing through his nose and snorting.

"Pffmmtshshh- Oooooo gotta be quuuiiiieeeet guys- it's too looooud for Kyle- pssshhhh- quieeeetttt-" Stan put a finger over his lips to shush himself as Kyle groaned and opened his bedroom door. Stan detached himself from Kyle's shoulder as he stumbled across the room and plopped on Kyle's made bed.

"Auuuhhh duuude- your bed is soooooo comfy! Oooohmm my Goood-" Stan dropped his bottle of liquor on Kyle's floor, which miraculously stayed upright on the carpet. Kyle sighed and picked up the bottle to place on his nightstand. Kyle turned the bottle to peek at the label. A bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila. Definitely swiped from his Dad’s cabinet. 

 Kyle raked his curls out of his face as he took a seat on his bed. “So what happened tonight? Who were you drinking with?” Kyle asked Stan. Stan’s shoulders started jumping while he laughed face-down in Kyle’s bed. 

 “I didn’t know *huc* you were my MOM Kyle-” Stan shifted on Kyle’s bed to lay on his back and rub his hands on his face. Kyle rolled his eyes as he stood up and pulled out his phone to call the guys. The phone ringed for a few moments before Kenny and Cartman picked up on group call. 

 “Sup Kyle!” Kenny greeted. 

 “Wha’dyou want Jew-” Cartman butted in with the sounds of a video game filling the background. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose as Stan sat up on the bed and held his arms out to Kyle. 

 “Kyle? Kyle *hic* can I have a hug?” Stan pulled Kyle into him as he smooshed his face in Kyle’s side. Kyle held his face to contain his patience as he spoke to Kenny and Cartman. 

 “Were any of you guys drinking with Stan tonight?” Kyle asked. Kenny shook his head no as Butters popped into frame. 

 “Not me. I’ve been hanging out with Butters.” 

 “Oh, heya Kyle! Good to see ya!” Butters waved enthusiastically. 

 “Not me, been too busy killing goddamned Japs-” Cartman responded with gunshots in the background. 

 “What’s up with Stan? Is he fucked?” Kenny asked. Stan perked up at the sound of his name and tried to peek at Kyle’s phone. 

 “Kenny? Kenny is that you? Dude we should fucking invite Kenny here I wanna hug him!” Stan pulled on Kyle’s wrist to bring the phone closer to his mouth. Kyle grunted as he was forced downwards towards Stan. “Kenny! Kenny get your ass over here so I can hug you!” 

 Kyle took his phone back as Stan took back his original position with hugging Kyle’s side and his face in his belly. 

 “You tell me if he’s fucked or not, Kenny.” Kenny snorted as Butters giggled in the background. 

 “Alright, I’m leaving this call. See ya, queermos.” Cartman clicked off the call, leaving just Kyle, Kenny and Butters. 

 “Sorry dude. Let us know if you need help. We didn’t drink with him tonight.” Kenny responded. Stan started giggling in Kyle’s belly, the vibrations Kyle could feel through his clothes. 

 “Hmhmhm- Kyle has a bellyyyy~” Stan took a deep breath and blew a big raspberry in Kyle’s stomach, before laughing hysterically at his own action and falling back into the bed. Kyle pursed his lips in annoyance as he went back to the guys on the call. Kenny and Butters were watching Kyle with amused glances. 

 “Well, good luck with Stan, Kyle! And congratulations on having a belly and stuff!” Butters smiled with Kenny before clicking off the call. Kyle sighed as he looked to Stan on his bed. Stan was breathing peacefully with his eyes closed. 

 “Stan, why did you drink tonight? You know we have practice tomorrow.” Kyle sat back down on the bed; Stan immediately hooking his arm around Kyle’s waist. 

 “Wendy broke up with me.” Stan responded clearly. Kyle looked down at his friend, his mouth slightly agape. 

 “Oh dude...oh my god-” 

 “I thought this time was *hic*...gonna be different.” Stan moved his head towards the ceiling to speak more clearly to Kyle. “I thought this was gonna be the time I make- I do it right, y’know. But...she didn’t give me a reason.” 

 Kyle didn’t know how to react. He started rubbing Stan’s back in soothing circles with his hand. 

 “Stan I’m- I’m so sorry buddy. I know she didn’t-” Kyle felt Stan’s ribs contract under his hand. Kyle looked down to see Stan rubbing his face against Kyle’s blankets as tears rolled down his cheeks. 

 “Hpph- Why didn’t she give me a reason Kyle- I thought we were gonna go all the way and do it right this time. I thought I wasn’t gonna screw up, but I did, anyway. And I don’t even know what I messed up, just the fact that she broke it off so cleanly with no fucking remorse-” Stan bitterly wiped away his tears, but more came in their place. 

 “Snff- And-And I wanted to treat her right so badly, I wanted her to know I loved her and adored her every single day but it still wasn’t enough. And I was so sorry that I screwed up yet another time but I couldn’t. I love her so much, Kyle. She’s my everything. And I lost her.” 

 Kyle breathed in heavily and gave Stan a hug as well as he could in his upright position while Stan held onto him tightly. They held each other for a moment while Stan shed tears down his face. 

 “You can’t blame yourself, Stan. She could be going through a rough time and giving her her space is the one thing you can do for her. If she truly wants you back, she knows where to find you.” Kyle explained while he rubbed Stan’s back. He hated to see his friend get his heart broken over and over, but he’s come to get used to it. And he’s come to loathe Wendy as a result. 

 “But I miss her...and I wanna know what I did to make her wanna do what she did. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Kyle. I don’t know what’d I *hic*...do without her.” Stan rubbed his eyes to rid himself of more tears with the sleeves of his jacket. 

 “I’m sorry dude. I wish I could do something to help.” Kyle rubbed the back of his neck while Stan sat upright on his bed. It physically looked like his head was swirling. Kyle couldn’t imagine how he actually felt. 

 “Well- *hic* there’s- you can do me a weird favor, if you want.” Stan said with lidded eyes. Kyle nodded his head fervently, his curls bouncing with the action. 

 “Yeah, of course dude, anything!” Stan rubbed his eyes harshly of any tears, leaving his face scrubbed and worn. 

 “You can- heh- y-you could tickle me if you wanted to...” Stan carded his fingers through his bleached hair as Kyle looked puzzled. 

 “...Huh?” Stan leaned back on Kyle’s bed with his forearms behind him as his eyes grew lidded and tired. 

 “I just...I just wanna laugh and forget about everything for a second. Clearly *hic* clearly fucking booze isn’t helping at all cause I can still feel my heart shattering-” Stan held a hand over his heart and laid back on Kyle’s bed. Kyle held a handful of his blanket to think. If it would help his best friend out of this sadness he’s gotten into...and he did say he would do anything...

 “Okay, I’ll do it.” Kyle declared. Stan gasped dramatically and threw his arms up in the air to celebrate. 

 “Yaaaay *hic* th-thank you Kyle! I loooove yoooou~” Stan threw his upper body on Kyle to give him a hug that was very heavy. Kyle winced as he shoved his hands up Stan’s ribs and started scribbling into them. 

 “Dude, get off me.” Stan squealed in his throat and curled up in a ball, his knees tucking into his tummy. 

 “Gahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle stohohohop!” Stan lazily bat Kyle’s hands away, but they were easy to avoid. 

 “You told me to do this?” Kyle tried to lessen the intensity by just moving his fingerpads across Stan’s sides softly. It didn’t help. 

 “I knohohow buhuhut ihihit tihihihickles!” Stan’s eyes narrowed in his laughter as he tried to curl into a tighter ball. Kyle groaned as he squeezed Stan’s thighs to get his legs to come down. It worked. 

 “Ehehehehee! Kyhyhyle stahahap ihihihit!~” Stan gave a zesty ass response as Kyle squished his fingers into Stan’s thighs. They were jeaned and Kyle was still squeezing relatively light, but Stan was still giggling enthusiastically. 

 “Is this making you feel better yet?” Kyle groaned. He’d love nothing more than to just get Stan cleaned up and headed to bed. Stan nodded with pink cheeks as Kyle moved up to his sides and squished in the skin. 

 “Yehehehes! I-hehehee!” Stan covered his face with his arms to cover up his blush. Kyle took the stupid easy opportunity to scribble all over Stan’s tummy. Stan laughed earnestly as his elbows shot down to cover himself. 

 “GAHhahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle dohohohon’t tihihhickle mehehe!~” Stan giggled like a schoolgirl as Kyle blushed madly. This was embarrassing as all hell. 

 “Alright fine, I won’t.” Kyle stopped tickling Stan, but Stan complained and went to hug Kyle around his waist. 

 “Kyle noooo- don’t leave me. Please- I’m sorry...” Stan rested his cheek against Kyle’s thigh as he still embraced him. Kyle sighed as he rubbed Stan’s back. 

 “I’m not leaving you dude, I’m right here-” Kyle heard a burbling sound come from Stan. Stan sprang up off the bed quickly and grabbed Kyle’s trashcan to relieve his stomach of its contents. 

 “Aw- dude! Sick!” Kyle exclaimed. Stan heaved as he set the trashcan down, and face-planted on the bed. 

 “Aw dude- I’m so fucking sorry man- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” Kyle shook his head as he raked his curls back. 

 “It’s fine man, don’t worry about it-” 

 “No no no- I’m sorry, Kyle I didn’t mean to-” 

 “It’s fine dude! Just-” Kyle looked over at Stan. He was snoring, totally passed the fuck out. Kyle sighed as he got up slowly to not disturb Stan, and removed his best friends shoes and carefully removed his jacket. He tucked Stan in with a fluffy blanket of his and turned out the bedroom light. 

"Sup dude. Hey Kenny, we got a favor to ask." Stan addressed. Kenny shrugged and sat on his bed.

"Whumph umph guymphs?" Kenny asked behind his hood. Stan and Kyle exchanged a glance before they spread their hands in explanation.

"You see Kenny, me and Kyle paired up to do our science project together for Misses Garrison's class. Our project is on the study of anatomy." Stan explained. Kenny nodded along.

"...Well, Cartman was supposed to be our test dummy for the project, but he had to travel unexpectedly. So we came to you to ask!" Kyle smiled while he said this, with Stan looking a little uneasy.

"Amph me wumph?" Kenny shrugged.

"Our project is on the digestive system, so we'd need you to wear this shirt-" Stan pulled out a white T-shirt with a hand-drawn diagram of the digestive system on the front. "-while we explain the different organs that make up the system. We also have a cardboard cutout with information on it, and some other gay shit like that, whatever. Can you do it?" Stan asked.

Kenny narrowed his eyes while he thought.

"Mm, omphay. I'll do it." Kenny shrugged. Stan and Kyle shouted and high-fived each other.

"Yes! Thank you, Kenny! You're a lifesaver!" Kyle held Kenny's shoulders while he grinned wide.

"The Science Fair is this Saturday. We can pick you up if you-"

"Mm! Waimt a minumte!" Kenny's eyes furrowed. Kyle and Stan looked at each other before looking at Kenny.

"What's wrong dude?" Stan asked.

"Imph it's om Samurmay I meed momey. 300 bumcks." The boys mouths went agape at this.

"Dude- what?! 300 bucks, we don't have that kind of money!" Kyle exclaimed. Stan sat down on Kenny's bed and looked directly at Kenny.

"Dude come on Kenny there's gotta be something else we can do. It's one Saturday for like three hours, we gotta give up our Saturday too! Look, after we do the project, we can get pizza and play video games and hang out without Cartman!" Stan tried convincing Kenny.

"Yeah man, it'll be cool! And we can watch the new Terrance and Phillip! Without Cartman! That's like the best part!" Despite Kyle's words, Kenny shook his head at the offer.

"Mm-mm. 300 bumcks. I'll do the promject." Kenny crossed his arms defiantly. Kyle and Stan slumped their shoulders in dejection.

"Dude what are we gonna do? Kenny was the only kid aside from Cartman not already involved in the Science Fair!" Stan groaned. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose to try and stave off a headache.

"Kenny come on, do the project for free. You owe us anyway." Kyle's hand splayed. Kenny's eyebrows knitted themselves in confusion.

"Owme youm form whamt?? I do everymthimg form youm guymphs! If amythimg, youm owme me! 350 bumcks!" Kenny refuted angrily.

"What?! Dude don't raise the price that's a dick move!" Stan shouted, standing up from Kenny's bed.

"Kenny don't make us convince you to do the fucking project. Just do it 'cause you're our friend." Kyle crossed his arms in frustration. That made Kenny pause.

"...Howm arm youm gonma comvime me?" Kenny asked curiously. Stan and Kyle exchanged glances once more. Stan grabbed Kyle's arm and swung him to turn their backs on Kenny to discuss amongst themselves in hushed whispers. It sounded like Stan had a good idea when Kyle excitedly agreed with him before the two turned back to Kenny, all business.

"Kenny, last chance. Do the project with us for free on Saturday and we can hang out afterward. Otherwise, we'll have to use drastic measures." Stan and Kyle's faces were blank as stone. Kenny resumed his tough guy act. He crossed his arms and turned his head away.

"Fumck no." Kenny replied. Stan and Kyle looked at each other with lidded eyes before suddenly pouncing on Kenny; tackling him on the bed. Kenny's eyes widened as he kicked his legs out wildly.

"Mmph! Whumph the fumck?!" Stan had himself wrapped around Kenny's left arm and Kyle wrapped around his right. Kenny's legs were free to kick out at random.

"Sorry Kenny, but we need you at that Science Fair! And if we can't have you do it for free, we're gonna have to force you to do it!" Kyle shouted, before sneaking his hand underneath Kenny's orange jacket and scribbling his fingers in his tummy.

"MMPH!! Sthmhmhmhmm!" Kenny giggled behind his hood, his eyes squeezed shut. Kenny pulled on his arms and bucked his hips to try and throw Kyle's hand off his belly.

"Come on Kenny! Say you'll do the Science Fair!" Stan exclaimed. He wrenched Kenny's arm away from his side to shove his hand in Kenny's side.

"Mmm-mhmhmhm! I meheheheed momey!" Kenny's eyes squinted in his giggles. Kyle's hand snuck higher to Kenny's ribs, which made him squeal.

"Aw dude, I can feel your ribs! Sick!" Kyle remarked. It was easy to ladder his fingers between every rib space and vibrate his hand in a ticklish way.

"Sounds like you need that pizza, huh Ken? You could have it for free if you say yes to the fair!" Stan tried to persuade Kenny, accenting his words with squishes to Kenny's side.

Kenny's orange jacket made shuffling sounds as he shifted all over his threadbare mattress. His lewd magazines that littered his bed fell to the floor.

"Guyms sthmhmhmp! I cahahahamn't dohohohom thahahat!" Kenny's muffled laughter huffed behind his hood. Kyle grew a bit aggravated as he moved his hand back to Kenny's tummy and delivered spastic jolts to his midsection.

"MMPH!! Kyhyhyhyhyle nohmhmhmhm!" Kenny's hands clenched in Stan and Kyle's grip. Stan was having trouble navigating Kenny's ticklish spots with his hand still above his jacket, so he started going for spots where the jacket was thinner.

"Why do you need the money so bad Kenny? If you say it's for magazines, I'm gonna get your hips." Kyle threatened. Kenny's eyes flew open as he shook his head quickly.

"Mm-mm! Mm-mm! I meed it form my simster!" He admitted. Kyle and Stan's hands stilled for a moment.

"For your sister? Dude screw her, you'll get money later. We gotta do this fair-" Stan started, but Kyle shot him a look. Kyle removed his hand from under Kenny's jacket.

"What's up with your sister, dude?" Kyle asked. Stan rolled his eyes and took his hands away as well. Kenny sat up on his bed and held his own hands.

"Welm, it's herm birthmday nemxt weemk...amnd I wamnted tom get herm a premsent. Thamt's why I meed 400 dollarms form the Sciemnce Fairm-" Kenny explained, but Kyle made a scoffing sound.

"Wait a minute?! It's 400 dollars now?!" Kenny started giggling earnestly behind his hood and hiding his face with his hands.

"You fucking!-" Stan growled and started grabbing Kenny's sides. Kenny burst out laughing from the unexpected attack; his arms clamping to his sides and his knee jerking up out of reaction.

"Nohohohom Stahahahan!" Kenny shifted to Kyle's side, but Kyle pressed his fingers in Kenny's thigh. Kyle found a shredded hole in Kenny's jeans and started squeezing the bare skin of his thigh.

"You better start lowering that price dude! The fuck kinda present takes 400 dollars to pay for?!" Kenny snickered behind his hoodie and tried to push Kyle's hands away.

"Hmhmhmhm! I dohohohomn't knohohohow!" Kenny wriggled all over the bed as both Stan and Kyle's fingers pressed and prodded his skin.

"So you don't even know why you're asking for so much money, you're just dicking with us." Stan asked in a monotone voice as his fingers tazed Kenny's ribs. Kenny started belly laughing as he couldn't properly defend himself; his head knocking back with his newfound laughter. His hood fell off his head, his blonde hair poofing out along with his unmuffled laughter.

"Guy-Guhuhuys! Seheheheriously! Gehehet off!" Kenny's hair fell over his eyes as Stan and Kyle targeted his ribs and his thighs.

"You gonna do the Science Fair, Ken? We can do this all day!" Stan reached upwards and started spidering the back of Kenny's neck. The skin was warm from all his laughing in his oversized jacket. Kenny cringed and ducked his head to the side.

"If you pahahahay mehehehe!! Ihihihihit's 450 dohohollars!" Kenny shouted, his smile wide and bright. A bandaid on the bridge of his nose crinkled with his laughter. Kyle made an offended sound.

"Alright dude, that's enough! Now you're just fucking with us!" Kyle slipped his hands underneath Kenny's jacket and took hold of his hips. He started pressing his thumbs into his hip divets. Kenny squealed and started squirming underneath him.

"KHYHYHYLE DOHOHON'T!! Stohohohop!!" Kenny begged and gripped Kyle's wrists in protest. Stan was amused, and let go of Kenny to let Kyle do his thing.

"' Don't stop?' Alright, you said it!" Kyle braced his fingers behind Kenny's back to get a better grip on Kenny's hips. Kyle's green hat tipped forward as he dug his thumbs in Kenny's divets.

"Gahahahahad! Plehehehease! Ahahahahaha!!" Kenny started going a bit berserk at this spot being targeted. Stan put a hand on Kyle's back to try and still him a little.

"Are you gonna do the fair or not Kenny?!" Kyle demanded, his thumbs tirelessly jamming into Kenny's waistline. Kenny's laughter hit a high-pitched peak.

"CHRIHIST! Okay okay okahahay! I'll dohohoho it! I'll dohohoho the fahahahair!" Kenny shouted. Stan pried Kyle's hands away from Kenny's hips as soon as he yelled out his answer. Kenny breathed in deeply from his assault.

"So, you'll do the fair, Ken? Sorry we had to do that to you." Stan scratched the back of his head while Kyle rubbed his fingers. Kenny grumbled as he forced his hood back on his head and pulled on the hoodie strings to hide his face.

"Myeah I'll do it... form 100 bumcks...Samurday is my wormking daym, so if I dom the fairm I losme momey." Stan looked at Kenny with his mouth agape.

"Dude, you could have just said that from the start! We didn't know you worked over the weekend! If we did, we would have paid you from the start!" Kenny shrugged at Stan's words. Stan looked to Kyle.

"Two fifties each?" Stan suggested. Kyle nodded wordlessly.

"Alright cool. Well, thanks Kenny. Nice seeing you dude." Stan gave Kenny a bright smile and clapped a hand on his back, as if everything that just happened didn't just happen.

In the end, Kenny made it to the Science Fair with Stan and Kyle and wore his digestive system T-shirt while Stan and Kyle performed their project. Kenny was still given pizza, and video games, and watched the new Terrance and Phillip with Stan and Kyle (without Cartman).

"Oh...killer." Stan looked back to his phone with Kyle's hand hanging limp in the air. Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed.

"Dude, what the hell? You love Terrance and Phillip. You didn't think it was funny?" Kyle asked. Stan shrugged as he scrolled through his social media.

"I dunno dude, maybe I've seen the bit one too many times. It's not that big of a deal." Kyle laid back on his side of the couch with a quirked lip. Without another word, he kept scrolling through the Terrance and Phillip TikTok page, quietly giggling at the jokes.

"Pfft- hahaha! Oh man, Kyle, you gotta see this!" Stan reached over the blanket to show Kyle his phone. Kyle looked away from his to see. "It's Bo Burnham's newest show on Netflix! Everyone says it's his best one yet! We have to watch it together." Kyle looked at the phone in confusion. It was just a guy doing stand-up.

"Dude Bo Burnham isn't funny? And besides, since when did you start liking him?" Stan's face fell as he took his phone back and shrugged.

"I dunno dude, Terrance and Phillip just aren't that funny anymore. I mean, how many times can you fart on a dude's head and still think it's funny?" Stan questioned. Kyle put his phone in his lap as he splayed his hands.

"Well, what's so funny about Bo Burnham? The only thing I can remember of him is that Jeff Bezos song and that was just it- a song. You're laughing at songs now?" Stan put down his phone as well, getting increasingly agitated.

"It's better than laughing at childish shit like fart jokes and diarrhea all the time! I thought you were the mature one, Kyle. How can you still find that hilarious?" Kyle's mouth went agape as he threw up his hands.

"I don't know dude it's my childhood! It's both our childhood, and you still think it's funny, you just don't want to admit it cause you think you're more superior than the rest of us." Kyle accused.

"I don't think I'm superior! I just wanted to find different stuff to laugh at. Stuff that isn't immature." Stan crossed his arms as Kyle grunted. Kyle hated arguments, he wished there was a way to put a swift end to this.

Stan's leg was wedged between the couch and Kyle's own leg. It was starting to go numb, so Stan shifted on the couch to try and relieve it. A crazy idea shot into Kyle's mind.

Kyle grabbed hold of Stan's ankle and set it on his lap. Stan had his jeans and his black socks on despite the blanket thrown on top of them. Stan tried pulling his leg back, but Kyle had a surprisingly strong grip.

"Dude what the hell are you doing? Get off." Stan warned. Kyle shook his head as he prepped one of his hands while keeping a hold on Stan's ankle.

"You think you're grown up, huh? Not laughing at immature shit anymore? Well let's see how long you last trying not to laugh at the most childish shit on the planet!" Stan's face was a mask of confusion.

"What are you gonna do?" Stan tried pulling his leg back once more, so Kyle trapped his ankle between his own jeaned legs.

"I'm gonna tickle you until you admit that 'childish' stuff is still funny! Because it is!" Kyle growled. Stan's throat jumped in agitation as he angrily brought Kyle's foot into his own lap. Kyle had white socks on for today.

"Fine! Then I'll do the exact same thing! I'll tickle you until you can admit that mature comedy is better than a show four-year-olds can laugh at!" The sudden twist caught Kyle by surprise; his body tingling with anticipation now. But that wouldn't phase him. The boys locked eyes with each other, burning in their resolve.

"I'm. Not. Laughing." Kyle's hand gripped Stan's ankle with determination.

"Neither. Am. I." Stan replied with certainty.

"First one to laugh wins the argument."

"So be it."

After a moment's breath, Stan and Kyle dove into their respective feet; Kyle scribbling up and down Stan's foot while Stan scratched into Kyle's toes. The two boys snorted and held their breath as well as they could. They grit their teeth to bar the laughter from coming out, all of the would-be noises pent up in their chest.

Kyle could feel the scribbles shoot up his leg like electricity. His lips quirked into a forced smile as he slammed his teeth down to prevent any laughter from coming out. Stan tried not to think about Kyle's fingers rippling into his arch, because the more he thought about it the more it tickled. Stan huffed and kept his mouth shut.

"I'm- pffmmt- I'm not gonna- lose!" Kyle forced out, having to take a break between each word to not let a laugh loose. Stan was having a more difficult time speaking. His leg was jolting with every touch Kyle delivered to it, and he would admit that Kyle had method. Kyle's fingers swirled from his heel up to his toes and down into his ball and arch in careful movements despite being tickled himself. Stan just tickled anywhere he could reach.

"I-hehee- I'm not- lohosing eheither!" Stan's eyes winced as he dug his nails into Kyle's arch. Kyle's leg jumped as he snorted and set his jaw against his laughter. The two boys were starting to sweat with this exertion. It felt like the seconds that passed that they didn't laugh, all the more it tickled.

"Juhust- Just gihive up duhude! I'm- urgh- I'm gohonna win!" Kyle forced out between grit teeth. Stan shook his head defiantly and kept up his haphazard method of tickling. Kyle gained a sense of resolve and started scribbling his fingers up and down Stan's foot from toes to heel. Stan jumped on the couch and tried pulling his leg back, but Kyle's grip was strong.

"N-Nehehever!" Stan started laughing in his throat, it sounded like he was choking, but he tried swallowing the sounds as well as he could. He was becoming weak; Kyle's grip was stronger and his method was better. Stan decided to replicate Kyle's method and set Kyle's ankle in his left hand and scraped his nails top to bottom on Kyle's foot. Despite this being Kyle's method, it was very effective against him. Kyle's fingers stilled as he shifted on the couch.

"Mmph! Hmhmhmhm! Stahan quit!" Kyle's back slid forward on the couch, giving Stan more of Kyle's ankle in his grip. Stan quickly used this reprieve as Kyle stopped tickling him to tickle all over Kyle's foot, from his ankle to the top of his foot as well. Kyle's toes curled up as he snorted and tried to breathe his laughter away.

"Face it dude, I won! Now admit that mature comedy is better!" Stan dug his fingers into Kyle's toe spaces, which made Kyle laugh through his nose in a big sputtering noise. Kyle hid his face with his arms as his face turned red from exertion.

"You should see your face, dude-"

"Boys? I'm home." Stan's mom Sharon walked in through the front door with her hands full of groceries; Stan's fingers stilling against Kyle's foot. Kyle held a hand to his beating heart as he breathed in deep and laid limp on the couch.

"Oh uh- hi Mom. We're just hanging out." Stan said awkwardly.

"Oh? And what are you up to?" Sharon listened to the boys as she carried the groceries into the kitchen. Kyle shot up on the couch, catching Stan by surprise.

"Getting Stan to admit that Bo Burnham sucks!" Kyle declared and grabbed hold of Stan's foot to scribble his fingers into the arch. Stan stared bewildered at Kyle before his face lit up in his laughter. Stan held his belly with both arms in his laughs while Kyle scratched his socked foot with his nails.

"Pfft- ahahahaha! Duhuhuhude you cheheheheated!" Stan kicked his leg while it still lay in Kyle's hand. Kyle let go immediately as Stan laughed.

"HA! I got you, you bastard! Now admit it! Admit that Terrance and Phillip are funny!" Kyle crossed his arms in his victory. Stan breathed out as he sat up slowly on the couch.

"Duhude, I never said they weren't funny. I was just saying that I wanted to find different stuff to laugh at. I don't want to rely on just Terrance and Phillip for a laugh, you know? And I think if you have different things to laugh at, it kind of preserves the comedy of the show because you're not watching that comedy all the time, you know?" Stan explained. Kyle had a thoughtful face on.

"Yeah, I see what you're saying. Terrance and Phillip do get a little stale now and then. I mean, how many times can you go around farting on people and each other? Wouldn't you get sick of farts after a while?" Stan's face lit up as Kyle understood him.

"Yes, exactly! And we don't even have to watch Bo Burnham, he's just the first guy that got recommended to me on Netflix. There's a ton of stuff to watch!" Kyle grabbed the TV remote and clicked the TV.

"Come on, let's find something to-"

"Oh no, boys. I'm gonna need you to clean up all this mess." Sharon walked back into the living room and pointed out all the snacks and food that littered the floor. "Your father is coming home soon and I don't want him walking into a messy house."

"Aw man- this sucks." The boys slowly got off the couch and started picking up trash.

"This is what I get for wasting time listening to you say that Terrance and Phillip are better than Bo Burnham." Stan said under his breath.

 “Aw Cartman, you fucking idiot! That was a good game!” Kyle exclaimed. Kenny giggled behind his hoodie at Kyle’s anger. 

 “Are you kidding Kyle?! This is way BETTER than any Monopoly game you’ll ever play.” Cartman stood before the guys as they still sat around the discarded game. 

 “Well what is it Cartman? Was it a new Terrance and Philip episode?” Stan asked, genuinely curious. Cartman shook his hand to clear their questions. 

 “No no no, listen! I was scrolling through the TV and I found the history channel. They did this thing to people back in the day called ‘interronation’ and the people tell you any information you wanna know!” Kyle stared at Cartman in disbelief. 

 “You ruined a perfectly good Monopoly game for that?” Cartman rolled his eyes at Kyle’s question and splayed his hands in explanation. 

“I’m saying we can do it to each other and it’ll be totally cool and rad! Here, clear the board game and shut the door.” The guys knew better than to try and convince Cartman otherwise of whatever is going on through his head. Stan cleaned up the board game by shoving all of it under Kyle’s bed, and Kyle stood up to close his bedroom door. 

 “Alright, Kenny, you’re gonna be the guy being ‘interronated’. You’re gonna lay down on your back and we’re gonna sit on you.” Cartman explained. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. 

 “Whmmph? No waymph!” Cartman sighed and directed Kenny to the center of Kyle’s bedroom floor. 

 “It’ll be fine Kenny, don’t be a pussy. You’re gonna lay on your back and we’re gonna sit on you, and I’m gonna give you a password. All you have to do is not say the password no matter what we do to you.” Kenny looked around to Stan and Kyle. They now looked as curious as Cartman did.

 Kenny let out a grunt as he obeyed and laid on the floor, his orange jacket shuffling against the carpet. Kenny spread his arms; Stan sitting on his right arm and Kyle sitting on his left arm. Cartman leaned in and whispered a password to Kenny that Stan and Kyle couldn’t hear before taking his seat on Kenny’s legs. Kenny winced at his weight. 

 “Take it easy fatass, before you break Kenny’s legs.” Stan remarked. 

 “AYE! Shut up! Alright, now all we have to do is ‘interronate’ Kenny and get him to say the password.” Kenny looked a little worried. He tried pulling on his arms and legs, but he could barely move. 

 “Cartman, this is a little gay.” Kyle narrowed his eyes at the fact that three guys were sitting on one dude. 

 “It’s not gay it’s gonna be fucking awesome! Okay, 3, 2, 1, GO!” Still unclear about what they were supposed to do, Kyle and Stan watched Cartman launch into squeezing Kenny’s sides over his orange jacket. 

 Kenny let a surprised muffle of sound before squeezing his eyes and squirming on the floor. “Mmpph!! Mmmhmhm!” Stan followed suit by silently scritching in Kenny’s armpit, which made Kenny buck underneath the three of them. 

 Kyle watched in disbelief. 

 “Cartman! You didn’t say this would involve any tickling!” Kyle grew flustered at the sight. Kenny giggled and pulled underneath his friends, but he couldn’t get any register. 

 “What’s the big deal Kyle, it’s just ‘interronation’! We have to get the password by ‘interronating’ Kenny like we’re spies!” Cartman explained while grabbing Kenny’s sides. He wasn’t a very good tickler, he just knew how to grab and pinch. Stan had a bit more method though, with Shelly being his sister. 

 Stan looked up at Kyle while spidering his hands over Kenny’s armpit and ribs. It seemed to be a good spot. 

 “Yeah Kyle what’s up? Do you have a problem with tickling or something?” Kenny’s eyes were squeezed shut as he leaned to Kyle’s side to try and get away from Stan. 

 “Nohmhmhmhm! Sthmhmhmph!” Kenny’s muffled laugh rang in Kyle’s ears.

 “N-No, there’s no problem. I just wasn’t expecting ‘interronation’ to be so childish, that’s all.” Kyle started scratching in Kenny’s right armpit and kneading in his ribs. Kenny squealed underneath his hoodie while Cartman gaped at Kyle. 

 “How is this childish Kyle?! It’s fucking awesome! Look he’s about to break at any second! We just need to find the right spot-” Cartman started poking and prodding all over Kenny, making Kenny flop around like he was getting electrocuted. 

 “Tell us what you know, criminal!” Cartman yelled out, and settled at Kenny’s hips, prodding quickly and tazing into the bare divets. Kenny wanted to crawl into himself as he bucked his waist, his threadbare Converse drug against the carpet. 

 “Okahmhmph! Imph Terramph Amph Phillimph!” Kenny called out the password. Cartman cheered as the boys stopped tickling Kenny.

 “Yeeeah, we did it! Wasn’t that cool you guys? We made him say the password!” The boys got off of Kenny; Kenny’s blonde hair matted over his forehead. 

 Stan pat Kenny on the back. “Yeah I guess. How do you feel Kenny?” Kenny caught his breath, a small blush dusted over his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders. 

 “Eh, imph bettem than dyingm.” The boys laughed at Kenny’s joke, glad there were no hard feelings. 

 “Alright, who wants to go next?” Cartman asked.

“Cartman this is stupid. And it makes us look like fags. Is there anything else we can do?” Kyle remarked while folding his arms.

“Goddammit, it’s not fucking gay Kyle!” Stan looked around at the other guys before raising his hand in a nonchalant way. 

 “I can go. I mean, I don’t think I’m that ticklish, so it’ll be harder to get the answer out of me.” 

 “Oho, we’ll see about that, Stan. Kenny, you sit on Stan’s right arm cause he sat on yours.” Cartman directed. Kenny let out a muffled ‘okay’ and did as he was told. 

 “Here’s the password Stan-” Kyle held a hand up to Cartman’s chest and looked to Stan. 

 “Wait, I have an idea. We can use interronation to get information out of people right?” Cartman nodded, not quite following what Kyle’s logic was here. Stan was now a little uncomfortable as he felt the weight of each boy settling on his arms and legs, securing him in place. 

 Kyle turned to look down at Stan, his face as blank as stone. 

 “Stan, what happened to my Red Mega Man that went missing right after you visited my house last time? And it just so happens that the Red Mega Man is the only one missing in your collection?” Stan’s eyes went wide as he started struggling underneath his friends. 

 “I- I don’t know Kyle. You said you lost it, remember? We- We tried looking for it everywhere but we couldn’t find it!” Stan became increasingly more nervous as it seemed he wasn’t convincing Kyle. Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed as he started kneading into Stan’s tummy. Stan jumped and started laughing immediately. 

 “That’s the answer we came up with, but I’m not convinced! I think you stole it!” Kyle accused, with Stan giggling in the background. Stan’s laughter filled up the room, unlike Kenny’s muffled laughter. 

 “Aw dude sweet, this is just like how it was in the TV show! Kenny, start ‘interronating’ the suspect.” Cartman started looking for tickle spots on Stan, while Kenny prodded along Stan’s ribs. 

 “Kyhyhyle I didn’t steheal it! I swear! You sahahaid you lost it!” Stan’s giggles petered out as he was prodded with the hands of all his friends. 

 “I don’t believe you Stan! I had my Red Mega Man right before you came over to my house, and as soon as you left, I can’t find it anywhere!” Kyle removed his green gloves and started to wriggle his fingers in Stan’s open armpit. Stan snorted and squeezed his eyes shut in laughter. 

 “Hmm, after calling me a piggy after all these years, seems like you were the little piggy Stan~ Kyle, make him snort again.” Cartman commanded. 

 “Shuhuhut the fuhuhuck up fahahatass!!” Stan retaliated, yet snorted again against his will. Cartman started arguing at a laughing Stan about how he wasn’t fat while Kyle angrily tickled his best friend. Kenny accidentally found one of Stan’s most ticklish spots while dotting around Stan’s upper body with his fingers. Kenny’s fingers brushed past his connecting rib between his armpit and his ribcage. Kenny dug in and surprised himself with the reaction. 

 “GAH! Kennehehey! Gehehet ohohout of thehere!” Stan’s fists balled up as he retreated from Kenny’s side of the carpet. 

 “Kenny what spot is that? I wanna see if I can get him on this side too.” Kyle asked, Cartman poking along Stan’s waist and getting dangerously close to another spot. 

 “Imph thm highemph ribmph im himph rimbcamph.” Kenny answered underneath his jacket. Kyle grew a sinister smile as he cracked his knuckles. 

 “Kyhyhyle dohohon’t dohoho it! I didn’t steheheal the Mehehega Mahahan!” Stan’s eyes were squeezed tightly in his laughter. Cartman turned to Kyle and nodded his head. 

 “Do it Kyle. The bastard totally stole your Red Mega Man. Your Red Mega Man is living in the same house as the kid who jacked off his dog and didn’t wash his hands after.” Cartman added more fuel to the fire as Kyle dug in to the same spot Kenny did. Stan spazzed on the floor as both bad spots of his were getting targeted. 

 “KYHYHYLE!! Stohohop plehehease!! Okahahay okay okay!! I stohohole it! I stohole yohour Mehehega Mahahan! I’m- I’m sorr-EHEHE!!” Cartman found another one of Stan’s ticklish spots during his confession. He squished Stan’s upper thighs, making him pull and buck as hard as he could muster. 

 “Hmm, alright that’s enough. He said he stole it.” Kyle waved the guys hands off Stan as he caught his breath, and curled up in a ball on the floor. 

 “You fucking bastard Stan, you knew I was looking for it and you pretended to help me? But you knew you had it the whole time?” Stan was suffering from residual giggles as he could feel his friends fingers brushing past his skin. 

 “I- hehe- I’m sorrehee- You left it right out in the open so I thought you didn’t care about it that much-” 

 “If I was looking for it for over an hour then OF COURSE I care about it, dickstain! If I don’t have it back by tomorrow, I’m gonna kick your ass!” Kyle absent-mindedly switched places with Stan, as he now took the middle position of the group. 

 “Oh thank you Kyle, for volunteering yourself to be the next person to be ‘interronated’.” Cartman expressed as he took his seat on Kyle’s legs. Kyle’s eyes flew open as he was late to find out what was happening. 

 “Woah woah woah! I-I didn’t volunteer myself! I don’t wanna be ‘interronated!’” Kyle pulled on his legs as Kenny and Stan pulled his arms apart to sit on his elbows. 

 “What’s wrong Kyle? Nervous after how you treated me, huh? You know I actually have a question of my own.” Stan loomed up over Kyle, Kyle now wearing a nervous face. 

 “Wamph! I hamve a quemphon!” Kenny raised his hand excitedly. Stan gave him a sideways glance. 

 “Kenny save your question for Cartman’s turn. Kyle, did you ever have a crush on Wendy Testaburger? I knew you said you didn’t try to impress her when we had to take care of our eggs, but I’m not convinced.” There was a drawl to Stan’s voice, as if he knew he was using Kyle’s words against him. Kyle sagged against the floor at the impossible question. He could say no to this question all he wanted, but it would never convince Stan unless he gave him the answer he was looking for. 

 “Of course not Stan, I never had a crush on Wendy. I don’t even like her!” Kyle pleaded in his voice, but Stan wasn’t having it. Kyle’s heart started to beat. The boys would soon find out that Kyle was the most ticklish one in the group really fucking quick. He’d have to hold out as much as possible. 

 “Uh oh Stan, looks like he’s lying. You know what we do to liars around these parts, don’t you Kyle?” Cartman, always the instigator, butted in. All three boys stared down at Kyle. He swallowed nervously. 

 “W-Wait a second! Give me another question, that isn’t even fair! Stan you know I never had a crush on Wendy and I never will!” Kyle pulled on his arms as Stan’s hands started to slip under Kyle’s jacket. 

 “Damn, trying to steal Stan’s woman Kyle? That’s totally not cool. Stan, you should show him what happens when you cross a Marsh.” Cartman butted in once more. 

 “Cartman shut the fuck- uhuhuhup! Stahahan stohohop!” Kyle shook with laughter as Stan gripped his fingers all over Kyle’s freckled tummy. Cartman and Kenny followed suit and started tickling the usual spots, but on Kyle the reactions seemed to be doubled. 

 “Stohohohop!! I’m- I’m seheheherious!” Kyle’s eyes narrowed in his high pitched laughter. 

 “Ohm, hemph som timplhish!” Kenny remarked brightly. Stan started squeezing around Kyle’s belly button, which Kyle let out a shriek. 

 “Tell me, Kyle! Tell me you had a crush on Wendy!” Stan actually was interrogating Kyle at this point, which filled Cartman with a sadistic glee, to see Stan and Kyle bicker and to see Kyle in such a predicament. 

 “Oh, did you hear that Stan? Kyle totally called you a pussy!” Cartman instigated. 

 “YOU SAID WHAT?! I’LL KILL YOU!!” Stan growled and started kneading into Kyle’s ribs. Kyle let out a cry of half pain and half unabashed laughter. 

 “NOHOHO!! He’s lyhyhyhying! Cahahartman I’m gohohonna fuhuhucking fihihhight yohohohou!!” Kyle let out. Kenny kept his tickling to a minimum. He knew what it was like to die of laughter, and he didn’t want to subject that to Kyle. Cartman and Stan were having fun hearing Kyle in such a state. 

 “Oh oh, did you hear that Stan? I belieeeeve Kyle just said you’re a pussy whipped cuck who has no chance with Wendy, you have a better chance with your sister Shelly!” Cartman was having an incredible time watching Kyle flail and pull on his limbs to escape. Cartman started kneading into Kyle’s waist and thighs while Stan dug into Kyle’s sides. 

 “Shut up Cartman, he didn’t say all that. Come on Kyle, say you had a crush on Wendy already and this can stop.” 

 “Unleph hem limph it.” Kenny interjected. A lightbulb appeared over Stan’s head. 

“Ooooh, that’s it huh? You’re not letting up cause you like it, Kyle? Just admit it! You admit liking getting tickled and you liked Wendy!” Kyle was experiencing too many things to answer. Stan’s hands sped up under his jacket, making Kyle laugh so hard his hat was knocked askew from his head. 

 “I dohohohon’t lihihihike gehehetting tickled!! Ahahand I dohohohon’t lihihihike Wendeheheey! Plehehehease Stahahahan!!” Kyle shook his head back and forth to try and throw the tickles off of him, but that just knocked his hat off his head. His ginger hair was unleashed; his velvety curls splayed all over his carpet. 

 “Oh come on Kyle, if you just admit that you like it, it’ll stop. The fact that you’re nooooot admitting it leads us to believe you like it afterall...” Cartman reasoned with Kyle. 

 “Duhuhuhude nohohoho wahahay! STOP! STAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAN!!” Kyle belted out his laughter when Stan fluttered his fingers over his bare ear. Stan scribbled all around it, his fingers getting lost in Kyle’s red curls. Kyle was sent into a spiral of silent laughter. 

 “Ohp, you’re killing him Stan. Welp, that’s one less Jew to worry about, I guess. Heh heh heh.” Cartman snickered while Stan rolled his eyes and lessened up his tickling. 

 “Alrihihihight! Alright stohohop nohohow please! I ahahahadmit it! I lihihihike tihihihickles ahahahand I like Wehehehendy!!” Kyle blurted out. Stan waved everyone’s hands away as soon as Kyle uttered his confessions. Kyle’s heart beat quickly as he lay on the floor breathless. 

 “Aw sweet! I got that on video!” Cartman had a shit-eating grin on his face while he replayed Kyle’s laughter filled confession. “Oh I’m totally turning this into my ringtone.” 

 Kyle turned to Stan while he still laid on the floor. 

 “S-Stahan, I don’t like Wendy, I never did. I only sahaid it, so it would stop-” 

 “I know dude. I just wanted to get you back for how you had me before.” 

 “What?! But you actually stole something from me! It was what you deserved!” 

 “Yeah well-” Stan shrugged. “-Now I know you’re crazy ticklish, so I can tickle you whenever I want.” 

  Kyle sat upright and dove after Stan, Kenny backing up from the fight.  

 “You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Stan and Kyle started rumbling on the carpet, while Cartman got up and broke them apart. 

 “Hey wait a minute! I never got a chance to get ‘interronated’!” 

 Kyle and Stan stared at him blankly. 

 “....Dude, nobody wants to tickle you Cartman.” Kyle remarked.

 “Yeah nobody wants to tickle you, fatass.” Stan agreed. 

  “What the-” Cartman sputtered as he looked to Kenny, and Kenny just shrugged. 

 “Well fine! I didn’t wanna get ‘interronated’ anyway! I would have outlasted all of you guys and I would have been the coolest guy in the room! Well now you don’t get a chance! Screw you guys, I’m goin’ hooome!” Cartman left Kyle’s room with Stan and Kyle still on top of each other. 

 Stan got off of Kyle and turned to Kenny. 

 “Well, that was the gayest thing I’ve ever done.” Stan claimed.