#switch!sean

Séan and Evelien were watching Corpse Bride as a way to welcome some Halloween spirit into their house. It was an awesome animated movie that still gives Séan goosebumps. The stop motion is fantastic! The story is really good, and the music is top notch. 

They had finally gotten to the scene where Victor called for the undead to help him and Emily get married. “We decided to do this thing properly. So grab what you can, and follow us. We are moving this wedding party upstairs.” Victor declared, pointing to the ceiling. 

Séan and Evelien watched as the group of undead citizens reacted to the news before yelling out “Wedding!” while dispersing in every direction. 

They watched as Victor hopped off the stone table, and was stopped by a spider. “Hold on, Victor.” 

“Oh noooo…” Evelien raised her hands up to cover her eyes. “Here comes the spider bit…” She mumbled nervously. 

Séan bit his lip and pulled Evelien closer. “It’s okay. I’ve gotcha.” He told her, trying to be strong for her. 

“You can’t get married looking like that.” She told him, before using her front 2 legs to whistle her army of spiders to help him. 

“Oh GOD!” Evelien squealed and covered her one eye. 

Séan and Evelien hesitantly watched as 6 spiders with ridiculously long legs sang as they lowered themselves down and landed on his thin little arms. The moment those spiders started walking around on his arm, Evelien and Séan both yelped in horror. “How can he handle that?!” Evelien asked. 

Séan seemed to calm down slightly as Victor laughed and tried to handle the rest of the alterations. 

“God, I hate it…” Evelien muttered. 

“The spiders? Or being tickled?” Séan asked for clarification. “Spiders!” Evelien replied. “Being tickled is fine. But spiders crawling on me?” Evelien shuttered. “Nuh uh…” 

Séan raised an eyebrow. “Wait, what did you say?” He asked. 

“I don’t like spiders crawling on me.” Evelien replied. 

“No, the other thing.” Séan explained. 

“Oh…the ‘being tickled is fine’ thing?” She clarified. 

“Yeah.” Séan replied. “I mean…If it’s you, then I don’t mind it because it’s you.” Evelien told him. “But spiders tickling me? No way.” She clarified further. 

Séan looked at his hands, before looking at Evelien. “You realize that hands feel similar to spiders, right?” Séan asked. 

“Well yeah…but I know it’s you…so that makes me feel better.” She described. 

Séan smirked slightly. “Alright.” He grabbed the remote and paused the movie right as the dinner scene between Victoria and Barkis was beginning. “Okay.” 

Evelien looked at the TV, before looking at Séan. “What are you doing?” She asked. 

Séan pulled Evelien closer and wrapped his arms around her. “Gotcha!” He declared. 

“You got me!” Evelien reacted, staring at Séan. “Why do you have me?” 

Séan smirked. “Because I want to.” He replied proudly. “But it’s not just me that’s got you…” He teased next. “Iiiiiit’s theeee- spider fingers!” 

Evelien widened her eyes and squeaked as Séan attacked her sides. “eEEEK! SÉANYYYY!” Evelien shrieked and laughed. 

Séan giggled. “What? Why are ya laughin’?” He asked, pretending to be innocent. 

“YOHOHOHOUR FIHINGEHEHERRS!” She yelled back. 

“My fingers?” Séan lifted his right hand up and pretended to look at the nails. “What about them?” 

“eeEEHEHEEheeeheehee! Ihihihit ticklehehehes!” Evelien told him through her newfound giggles. “What tickles?” Séan looked down and gasped. “Oooooh! I get it, it’s the spiders!” He declared. 

Nohoho ihihit’s NOHOHOT! Yohohou lihiarrr!” Evelien shot back. 

“Lying?!” Séan gasped. “I’ve done no such thing!” Séan reacted before adding his right hand back into the tickle onslaught. “I’m not even tickling you!” 

“Thehehen whahat do you cahahahall thihihis?!” Evelien asked. 

“This is what you call ‘being tickled by evil little spiders’.” Séan explained as-a-matter-of-factly. 

Desperate to gain control of the fight, Evelien threw her hands against his belly. “Paybahack!” She announced. 

“GAHAHA- YOHOU LITTLE SHIHIHIT!” Séan bursted out rather abruptly. 

“I’M the little shit?! Try looking in the mirror, Spider-Man!” She reacted playfully. 

“IHI WAS- EEHEE! I WAS PLAHAHAHAYING AROHOHOUND!” Séan told her through his strong laughter. 

“Exactly! What do you think I’m doing right now?” She asked. 

“YOHOHOU’RE A MEEHEEHEANIHIHIE!” Séan shot back. 

“A meanie?!” Evelien pulled Séan onto her lap, and lifted his shirt up as she took in a deep breath. 

Séan yelped in horror. “NonONO-” 

“PPPBBBBFFFBBBFBFFTT!” She blew a gargantuan raspberry right onto his belly! 

Séan shrieked and let out the longest fit of cackles. “FAAAHAHAHAHACK! EHEHEVILIHIHIHIEN!” He laughed. 

“Such a poor, ticklish little leprechaun.” She teased. 

“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup.” Séan muttered, pushing her chest lightly. 

Evelien laughed and booped his nose in response. “Boop!” 

Séan’s eyes went cross-eyed for just a couple moments. Oh…It was ON! 

Séan picked her up and playfully tackled her into the couch before tickling her armpits. “Your turn, Gab~” 

“eeEEEHEHEHEEE!” Evelien squealed, arching her back and pulling her arms into her sides as more laughter overcame her. “SÉAHAHAhahahan!” She giggled. 

“Who’s the poor little leprechaun now?” Séan asked, leaning closer to Evelien’s face. 

“Yohohou, stihihihill.” She said back, topping it off with an evil little giggle. 

Séan’s smirk widened…and that was the last thing she saw before he shoved his face into her belly and blew a raspberry. “PPPBBBBFFFFBBBFFFTT!” 

“eeeeEEEEEEHEEEEE!” Evelien squealed rather high-pitched. 

Séan lifted his head up. “Good lord, my poor virgin earholes!” Séan reacted, rubbing his ear. 

“Thahahat’s whahat you get!” Evelien told him, poking his chest. “For what?” He asked. 

“For tickling me!” Evelien replied. 

“Well…” Séan’s voice went super low as he mumbled something under his breath. 

“What?” She asked. 

“It’s notmyfau-” Séan’s voice dropped to a mumbly whisper again. 

“Sorry Séan, I couldn’t hear you. What was that?” Evelien asked, bringing her ear closer. 

Séan laughed. “Ihihi said…It’s not my fault you’re so damn ticklish…” Séan mumbled a little louder. 

Evelien raised an eyebrow. “Oh reeeaaally?” She taunted mischievously. 

Séan chuckled rather villainously. “Uh huh~” He leaned back slightly. 

“You’re pretty mouthy for a ticklish little lerse jongen~” Evelien teased, calling him an irish boy in Dutch. 

“And what is the little poepie gonna do about it?” He taunted right back with a smirk. 

“Why don’t you guess, Séanyboy~” She teased. 

Séan chuckled. “Nah…I’d much rather you show me what you’re gonna do.” He told her, in the same devilish little tone. 

“Oh, if only it were that easy~” She taunted right back. “Is it not? Please, indulge me~!” Séan encouraged. 

“Alright~” She immediately reached for his belly and started skittering as quickly as she could. 

“OhFUHUCK-” Séan jumped and yelped as he tried desperately not to fall onto her. But by some miracle, Evelien managed to move out of the way, right as he fell into the couch. 

With one quick push, Evelien flipped him onto his back and attacked the right side of his belly. “Evelien-NOHAHAHAHAHA!” He cackled, throwing his head back as more laughter escaped his mouth. 

Seán got up and turned off the cameras, while Ethan stayed on the couch. “Alright. That’s a wrap for Brain Leak.” Ethan declared into the microphone. 

Seán laughed a bit. “Mic’s off, you know.” He reminded him. 

“Yeah, I know. But it’s funnn!” Ethan reacted dramatically. “You can spin it around, you can swing it back and forth…” Ethan started swinging the mic back and forth, while watching it swing with just his eyes. 

“You are getting sleeeepyyy…” Seán joked. 

To go along with the joke, Ethan leaned himself over and went limp before snoring dramatically. 

This made Seán laugh at him. “Woooow. Sooo sleeeepyyy.” Seán walked around the right side of the couch to the back. He leaned his arms on the back of the couch and started to whisper something to him. “When I snap my fingers, you will say ‘Buddy’ in your silly voice.” Seán said, giggling near the end, which only broke his facade as the hypnotizer. 

Sean’s giggles only made Ethan start smiling and giggling as well. 

“Hey, I didn’t snap my fingers yet.” Seán warned with a bright smile, poking his side. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Seán told him. 

Ethan jumped and giggled. “Sohorry, sorry.” He cleared his throat and pretended to be sleeping again. “Okay.” Ethan said quietly. 

Seán snapped his fingers, and waited for Ethan to do his thing. Right away, Ethan lifted his head back up, put on the stupid little signature face, and smiled all childishly. “Buddyyy!” Ethan declared. 

Seán doubled over and bursted out laughing, absolutely loving the Unus Annus reference. “Buddyy!” Seán imitated almost perfectly. 

“Buddyyy!” Ethan declared in his baby voice. 

“Buddyyyy!” Seán imitated, laughing. “God, I think we drank too much giggle juice before this.” Seán admitted. 

“What’s giggle juice again?” Ethan asked. 

“I dunno.” Seán replied. “Probably water.”  

“Ah.” Ethan replied with a laugh. 

Seán hopped back onto the couch. “Okay.” He thought for a moment. “Just to clarify, is it actually true that you can’t do massages?” Seán asked. 

“Yeah. My neck and shoulders are toooo tickly.” Ethan admitted. 

“Meanwhile I can’t even handle being touched.” Seán joked, touching his own right side. 

“Really?” Ethan asked in his ‘eef’ voice. “You can’t handle a little touchy-touchy?” Ethan asked, bringing his wiggling finger closer to Seán’s face.

Seán pushed his hand away. “Don’t even think about it.” He warned. 

“Aww come on, buddyyy.” Ethan said, referencing the Unus Annus quote again. “Not even a poke? Not even a little boop?” Ethan asked before bringing his other hand to his side. 

Seán pushed his other hand away this time. “You touch me, I punch you.” He warned. 

Ethan laughed. “Wohohow.” 

“That’s what’s gonna end up happenin’. You poke me one too many times, and I end up sucker punching you all the way to space.” Seán warned. 

“It’s just a poke.” Ethan told him. “Come on.” Ethan adjusted himself and put up his hands in fists. Only, both his index fingers were up. “Put ‘em up! Fight me!” Ethan teased. 

Seán raised his eyebrows. “Oho, you’re on.” He put up his fists with the index fingers up as well, and put on his game face for the poke war that was about to ensue. 

Seán ended up throwing the first poke. He poked Ethan in the left side, making Ethan double over slightly. “AH- Hey!” Ethan poked Seán’s right side with his left finger, before following it up with a right finger against the left side. 

“Ah fAHCk! You fuckin-” Seán threw his fingers towards Ethan’s sides and unloaded several pokes against him rapidfire. 

On the last poke, Ethan felt more than one finger touch down, which only made him laugh more. “HAHAhaha! Yohou cheater!” Ethan reacted, poking Seán’s right and left side with his index fingers super quickly. But Ethan’s hands would slip out of the fists, and he would end up throwing a few more fingers in. 

Seán fell back onto his butt and laughed, wiggling himself around and attempting to grab at Ethan’s hands. “ETHAHAHAN!” Quickly, Seán tried to take the upper hand. “YOHOHOU BASTArdly little-” Seán pulled Ethan’s arm out from his belly and pulled the childish blondie across his lap. “Gotcha now.” Seán proceeded to cover Ethan’s sides with tickles and squeezes. 

Ethan wheezed and closed his eyes, laughing almost hysterically as he kicked his feet like a little ballerina. While he wiggled around, Ethan managed to turn himself onto his left side with his back facing Seán, which somewhat got him out of an uncomfortable position. Ethan grabbed at Seán’s hands, attempting to pull them away and escape. “HAHAHA! KKKHAHAHAHAHA!” Ethan threw Seán’s hands away from his sides and just barely managed to escape on his feet. “HA! I got out!” Ethan cheered, throwing his hands away. 

Seán got up onto his feet. “Not for long.” He warned. 

Ethan looked at Seán, and quickly saw the mischievous twinkle that filled his eye. Realizing he might be fucked, Ethan sprinted away from him. “YOU CAN’T CATCH MEEEE!” Ethan shouted. 

Seán ran after him. “IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!” Seán yelled back. 

“I DON’T KNOW!” Ethan replied. 

Ethan ran through doors, thankfully having a better understanding of where he was going. Seán had started out following him, but seeing where Ethan was going, Seán quickly noticed a secret little passage he could take and turned to take the detour. 

Ethan turned around and smiled brightly. He had lost Seán! Time to get to the backyard and do some mad stunts! He opened the door to the backyard and ran out, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Ethan ran and slid across the green grass, completely covering his light brown pants in grass stains. 

Ethan made it to the bottom of the hill, and hid behind a tree. He was breathing heavily by this point, which he likely knew may be giving away his position. But he didn’t care. He felt he was hidden enough. He looked around at the yard, and sighed. He was safe now. He can rest. 

By this point, Seán had slowed himself down and was shaking his inhaler. He took a moment to breathe in the medication, and held his breath to let it kick in. He didn’t want to experience an asthma attack while he was simply running around with Ethan. that’d be a sorry reason to end up in the American hospital. When Seán felt physically ready again, he let his breath out and put his inhaler back in his pocket as he resumed walking at a faster pace to find Ethan. 

“Ethan?” Seán called, looking around. “Eeethan?” he called again, turning to look at the other side of the yard. “Eef?” Seán called teasily. 

Then, he heard it. A little Ethan giggle. A contagious Ethan gaggle. There was his clue! Now how to make Ethan giggle all over again… 

Seán thought for a moment, and smiled a bit as he remembered Unus Annus moments again. He remembered Ethan’s failure to say ‘skillet’. And then he remembered the infamous song…

“The dance of Italy!”  Seán sang loudly. 

Ethan gasped and smiled brightly. An Unus Annus song! “WOH-WOH-WOH!”  He loves that one! 

WAIT- DAMMIT! HE TRICKED HIM! HE ACTUALLY TRICKED HIM!

Seán widened his eyes. There’s no fucking way…That WORKED?! Seán sighed and rolled his eyes with a smile as he kept going. “The dance of Italy!” Seán repeated. 

Ethan sighed. “WOH-WOH-WOH!” Ethan replied, giving up and not even caring about being found anymore. 

Seán smirked and noticed a tiny finger hiding behind the tree. He showed off his teeth in his smile and walked closer. “It’s the dance of Italy~!” Seán said. 

“Woh-Woh-Woh??” Ethan said, turning to listen for where his friend was located. 

Seán ran to the tree. “GOTCHA BITCH!” He shouted as he charged at Ethan. “AAAAAAAH!” Ethan yelped as he was successfully tackled to the ground by Seán. 

The moment he managed to keep Ethan under control, Seán started poking the absolute heck out of the man. “Poke war finale!” Seán proclaimed. 

“AAHAHAha! HahaHAHA! OHO! OHOHO GOHAHAD! GAHA- HahAHA!” Ethan cackled, his voice going up and down, and all over the place. 

“A little poke here…” Seán poked his belly button a few times. “A little poke there…” Seán poked at his ribs next. “Ound a leetle poke zhere!” Seán declared in his ‘Henrik’ voice as he poked his right side a few times. 

Ethan tried and failed to push Seán’s hands away. “HAHAHA! Naha- PLEHEASE! Ahaha- Ihi’m SORRYYY!” Ethan reacted. 

“Sorry doesn’t fix how much I can tickle you now that we’re in-person.” Seán reminded him. 

It was here that Ethan started to try and get him back. His pushing hands moved to poking Seán back, specifically going for his right side. “Poke de nerve.” Ethan kept repeating. 

Seán jumped and chuckled, curling in on himself. “Yohou motherfucker.” Seán muttered, resuming his poking. 

Then, Ethan grabbed both his hands and used them to push his friend down. “Poke fight over. ONLY TICKLES!” Ethan covered Seán’s right and left side with endless tickles. 

This made Seán wiggle around and curl up into a ball, laughing involuntarily. “HAHAHA! YOHOHOU BAHASTARD!” He yelled. 

Ethan smiled eagerly. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle-” He kept repeating the word over and over again. 

“SHUHUT THE FUCK UHUHUP!” Seán yelled back at him. 

“Tickle tickle- Hm? Why? Too ticklish for your own good?” Ethan asked in his Eef voice. 

“WHAHAT DO YOU THIHIHINK, AHAHASSHOLE?!” Seán shot back, kicking his feet while still in the fetal position. 

“Would raspberries be too much for you-” Ethan started to genuinely ask. “DON’TYOUFUCKINGDAHAHARE!” Seán warned, pushing Ethan’s head away from him. 

“Ahalright, alright! Fine!” Ethan stopped his fingers and moved away from him. “Too much?” He asked. 

Seán let out a breath and slowly unraveled himself onto the grass. He grunted and sighed. “A little, yeah. But I’ll be fine.” Seán replied. 

Ethan smiled, laid down a couple feet beside him. They hung out outside for a little while longer, chatting about a few different things. They chatted about the next couple days of filming, and chatted about the different topics they may chat about on the podcast.