#toad children

Mario was walking around a grassy area. He happened to be in a mushroom village, where there were many mushroom houses with mushroom families. Mushrooms, mushrooms, more mushrooms, you get the point. 

“Mario!” A red toad child yelled from the window, waving at him. 

“Mario?” A blue toad child asked, sticking its own head out the window. 

“It’s Mario!” A yellow toad child reacted. “Hi Mario!” 

“Hello!” Mario replied, waving back. 

“Mario!!” a pink toadette declared. “Sis, Mario’s outside!” She reacted, opening the door with a slightly shorter toadette running out with her. 

“Mario!” A blue toad kid reacted, running with a fellow green toad child. 

“Thuper Mario!” a pink toad child with glasses declared, grabbing his toadette twin sister and running out of the house. 

“Mario!!” A yellow toad yelled, running out the front door. 

“Upa Maro!” a yellow toad the size of a toddler, started tottling over, following his brother to get to Mario as best he can. 

“Ah ah ah, you’re too young.” the yellow toad Dad told his toddler, in the most normal voice possible. 

“Itsa okay. I would love to say hi.” Mario told the toad Dad, kneeling over to see the toddler. 

“Okay. Wanna see Mr. Mario?” the toad Dad asked. 

“Maro! Marowowo!” the toddler tried to say, reaching its tiny arms out to Mario. 

“Awww, hello baby.” Mario reacted, gently taking the toddler in his arms. Mario started gently holding the toddler, and pacing around with the toddler in his arms while he talked to the other toad kids. 

“Maro moooth-” the toddler grabbed Mario’s mustache with his strong grippy hand. 

“AH- Y-Yes, that’s my mustache.” Mario muttered with slight nervousness. He knew quite well that kids love to grip and pull things. So he slightly feared that the kid may just try to pull his entire mustache out from his face. That would be a sight to behold in and of itself…And Luigi would probably fall over laughing if it happens. 

“Toaden, let go.” the toddler’s brother told him, holding out a stick for him to grab. The toad toddler’s eyes widened as he let go of Mario’s mustache, grabbed the stick instead, and started waving it in the air, trying to make it shake. It’s a wonder Mario’s head didn’t get bonked in the process. 

He started to let out huffs of relief. “Hooo…hooo…thank you.” Mario replied. “My mustache is safe.” Mario added, spinning the tip of his mustache with his fingers. 

A little toadette walked up to Mario. “Can you draw a mustache on my face?” a toadette asked, holding up a black pen. 

Mario couldn’t help the little chuckle that left his mouth. “Sure!” Mario replied, lowering himself down slightly before drawing and filling in the equivalent of a ‘Mario mustache’ on her little face. 

The toadette pulled out a mirror from her cap, and squealed excitedly, running around to show everyone the new mustache she had. She soon went home to show her toad parents the mustache on her face. Mario chuckled and looked over at the toddler in his arms. “Do you want a mustache too?” Mario asked, holding the pen up. 

“Moooooosh!” The toddler dropped the stick onto the ground and started poking and dragging her fingers all over Mario’s neck and chin. 

Mario widened his eyes and chuckled. “Eehehe! Nohow now…” Mario grabbed his left arm. “Nohoho tickles.” Mario warned with a smile. 

The toddler widened his eyes, stared at Mario for a few seconds, before smiling brightly. “ickl! ickl!” The toddler declared before reaching his hands out and wiggling his mitten-like fingers. 

“Oh- Oh no, you shouldn’t have said that word, Mario.” Toaden’s Dad teased.  

“Why not- EEK!” Mario yelped as the warm, skittery toddler fingers started tickling the left side of Mario’s neck. “Ehehahaha!” Mario laughed. “thahahat tihickles.” Mario admitted, before reaching his finger out so the toddler could grab it. 

But the toddler only pushed the finger away and resumed tickling his little fingers. “No ‘ingerrr! ickl ickl!” the little tot declared. 

The Dad chuckled. “Alright, Toaden. That’s enough. Time to go.” The Dad told him, picking up the toddler from Mario’s arms. 

Toaden started whining and crying, not wanting to be taken away yet. “NOoo! Maroooo!” The toddler whined. 

“Sorry about that, Mario.” The Dad told him. 

Mario chuckled. “It’s fine. It was funny.” Mario admitted. 

Mario peeked at the other kids, before doing a double take. He quickly looked over at all the other kids with surprise: About 15-20 toad children were staring at Mario with wonder and…almost excitement. 

“Wha….What?” Mario asked. 

“Mario’s ticklish?!” A blue toad child finally declared. 

Mario widened his eyes at this. Uh oh…

“Super Mario’s ticklish!”  A green toad child reacted. 

“Super Mario? More like Super Ticklish.” a purple toad teased. 

This specific comment made Mario blush slightly. And where did the purple toad even come from?!

“Mario’s thicklith?” The pink toad child with the glasses asked next. 

“Looks like he is.” the nerdy toad’s twin sister replied. 

“That’s so cute!” A Toadette reacted. 

Where else are you ticklish, sir?” Another green toad asked. 

“YEAH, WHERE ELSE?!” All the toads asked at pretty much the same time. 

“...Ummm…” Mario mumbled. 

“Are your feet ticklish?” the yellow toad asked, pointing to his shoes. 

“What about your armpits?” A green toadette asked, poking his arm. 

“Or your belly!” A red toad asked, poking his belly. 

“WAH!” Mario reacted, moving back. “Now w-wait-” 

“Or his hips?” A black toadette asked, poking his right hip. 

“GAHA! Toadies-” Mario reacted, holding his side and moving back. 

“Excuse me!” A little voice said, running and pushing on Mario’s leg. 

“EEP!” Mario yelped, lifting his leg up and out of the way. The kid quickly ran past Mario’s leg with a big grin on his face. But Mario could quickly feel his balance failing him. “WhoOoOa-” 

“Careful, you’re gonna make him-” One of the yellow toads said. 

“WAAAH!” Mario shouted before letting out a big “OOF!” sound. Mario had fallen over onto the dirty ground, causing a big puff of sandy smoke to fill the air. He lifted his head up and yelped as the kids started to ambush him from every way. 

“Aaaand that’s where I take my leave.” Toaden’s Dad declared before walking away. 

“WaiT- WHAT?!” Mario reacted as the kids swarmed him. 

“Have fuuuuun~!” The fatherly toad said with an innocent smile, carrying his toddler back to the house. 

“Baaaaiii Maro!” The toddler yelled, waving to him. 

“WAIT! DON’T LEAVE ME ALL ALONE!” Mario pleaded, reaching his arm out to try and grab the toddler’s father. But obviously, he could not grab him. If anything, reaching out only allowed for a blue toad to grab his elbow and pull it back. With another blue toad doing the same thing with his other arm, a yellow toad child walked up to the right armpit and started to tickle it. “Tickle tickle!” 

“EEEK! Let me go! Lehehet mehehehe gohohohohaha!” Mario tried to tell them before already succumbing to his own laughter. 

“Toada! Get his belly!” A toadette kid told a green toad child nearby. “On it!” The green toad child somewhat climbed onto Mario’s belly, before he started skittering his mitten-like hands all over the man’s slightly chubby belly. 

“HAHAHAhahaha!” Mario laughed, squeezing his trapped right hand into a fist. “Wahahahait dohohon’t!” Mario reacted. 

A little pink toad had managed to climb itself onto Mario’s shoe, holding onto the top of the shoe like a little monkey. Mario opened his left eye just a touch to see this, which worried him slightly. “Gehehet ohohoff my fohohoot!” Mario tried to tell him. But that man was just too giggly to be taken seriously. 

“No way, Mario! This is fun!” The pink toad reacted as the foot moved up and down somewhat slowly while he was on it. 

“Do you have ticklish feet, Mario?” A red toad asked him, holding onto the toe of his shoe. 

“Ihihihi-” Mario opened his left eye a bit more and looked over at the green toad. 

The green toad moved its hands more towards the right side of his belly next. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo, Mario!” The green toad declared. 

“No, per favore! HAHAHAHA!” Mario laughed, closing his eyes and loosening his fists as he laughed wholeheartedly. 

The brother of that yellow toad toddler from earlier, was now holding his brother’s stick in his hand. He held it up in the air, yelling the words “Victory is ours!” with pride on his face. 

“Whath?! Buth you haventh even toushed every thpot!” The pink toad with the glasses declared. 

The black and white-spotted toad looked at the nerdy one with confusion. “Huh?” 

You thould go for the ribcage.” The nerdy pink toad declared with a smile. “Printhessth Peach hath thold me that humanth have these ribcageth.” The toad added. 

The black and white-spotted toad rolled his eyes. “No one cares, pink nerd.” the toad yelled at him. 

“Now wait…” The nerdy toad’s sister mentioned. “I think he has a point.” 

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” The black toad asked with a taunting expression. 

All the toads stopped tickling him for just this moment, so they could all properly hear her. “He learned that Princess Peach has a ribcage because she’s a human.” She said, “According to her, Humans always have ribcages.” Toadette added. “So?” The black toad asked. 

“So if Peach is a human…and Mario is a human too…” The toadette explained out loud. “Does that mean Mario has a ribcage too?” Toadette asked. 

Hearing this made Mario’s eyes widen. 

Oh no…

“And what was it you found out about the Princess’s ribcage?” The toadette asked, looking towards her nerdy brother. 

The toads all looked over at the nerdy toad this time for once. Mario widened his eyes and looked at the toad as well. He’d better not blurt it out. If he does, then Mario’s in BIG trouble. “That…” The nerd looked at Mario, noticing Mario’s unusually fearful face…And for some reason…this fearful face only brought the toad more confidence. The toad looked at the others with a proud smile before adjusting his glasses. “Peach’th ribcage was very ticklith.” The toad declared. 

Mario could feel the butterflies just dancing in his belly. “Oh boy…” Mario mumbled. The nerd couldn’t help a proud laugh. “And Mario, can you thell me whath a ribcage iiiith?” The nerdy toad asked with a smirk. 

Mario widened his eyes, before looking at all the toad kids that had all flipped around to hear Mario talk. He slowly bit his lip. “Ehm…Ahem…” Mario awkwardly smiled and let out a nervous chuckle. He wanted to say something to just let the embarrassment end…but nothing was leaving his mouth. 

The toad sighed. “If you don’t anthwer, then I will.” The nerd said. “Ith a curvy cage thath protects the organths. They feel like curvy rodths with dippths in bethween.” the nerd told him. 

“And you know exactly where these ribs are.” Toadette said with a smirk. 

“Precithly!” the nerd declared. “Please no-” Mario said. 

“They’re locathed from the thides up to the armpiths.” The nerd told them, drawing a line up his own side to the underarm. “I remember counthing the ribth mythelf!” The toad added. 

“Uh oh-” Mario muttered. 

“And the higher I wenth up-” the nerd just kept on going with a growing smirk on his petty little face. 

“Toadie, please no!” Mario begged. 

But the little kid just beamed even brighter! “The more laughter she leth outh!” the toad declared loudly. 

All the toads gasped, widened their eyes and smiled brightly. Almost immediately, all the toads jumped on top of him, basically ambushing him. “TICKLE ATTACK!” All the children declared in unison. 

A few of the kids began feeling Mario’s sides and belly for something hard…Something curvy…something cagey with dips between. Mario immediately tried to protest. “WAHAIT! He’s lying! Hehehe wahas lihieihihing!” Mario tried to tell them while he attempted to push them away. And no matter how much Mario tried to get them away, he just couldn’t stop every toad kid at once. They were all going for the kill. And most of the kids managed to reach it. About 8 toad kids started pushing and feeling for the lower ribs, 4 on each side. 

“Oh! I can feel them!” a toad declared from the right side. 

“Oh nohohohahaha!” Mario laughed. 

“They’re curvy!” A toad reacted from the left side. 

“Yeth” the nerdy toad declared. 

“And I feel the dips!” A toadette reacted from the left side as well. 

“EEK! EEEHEHEHEHE!” Mario squealed. “NOHOT BOHOHOTH!” Mario yelled.

While those toads played with the lower ribs, most of the other kids worked on feeling for the upper ribs. They went exactly where the nerdy toad had pointed to: slightly below the underarms. “waaAAAAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHO!” Mario laughed loudly. 

“Wow! Nerdy was right! The higher ribs seem to tickle him more than the lower ones!” The black toad reacted with shock. 

“The nerd’s a genius!” the purple toad declared. 

“STAHAPIT! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Mario begged. 

“There’s so many ribcage pieces!” a blue toad reacted. “How many ribs are there?” 

“There thould be thwelve ribth on each thide.” The nerd added. 

“TWELVE ON EACH SIDE?!” The toads all yelled in unison. 

“Well…Yeah! Jutht counth ith for yourthelf!” The nerd declared. 

All the kids went right back to poking, rubbing and prodding his ribs, causing Mario to let out all sorts of different types of laughter. Mario chuckled, cackled, laughed, giggled, even squealed like a little girl! All the toads got a kick out of that one!

“WAIT!” Someone shouted. 

Every toad stopped tickling and looked at the one toad that had shouted. It was the black and white toad from earlier. Mario’s body went limp the moment they stopped.

“Hoooo…hoooo…Hooo…I’ma tired…” Mario muttered, lowering his head onto the ground. 

“Why don’t we let nerdy show us?” The toad asked, pointing to the pink toad with the glasses. 

The toad widened his already abnormally large eyes. “R…Really?” 

“Wha-what?” Mario asked, looking at the black toad with mostly tiredness, but a small bit of confusion. 

“Well…yeah. I think it’s easier than all of us trying to do it and then killing Mario with laughter.” The black toad added. Mario turned his head forward again. He had a point. Anything’s better than being tickled by 18 little toad kids at once. 

The nerdy toad smiled a bit. He really did want to tickle him. But…he was scared he may hurt Mario in the process. “Well…” The nerd looked at Mario, who was visibly tired. “I’ll countt the ribth on one condithion.” The nerd said. “Afther I sthow you, Mario will be lefth alone. No more thickles afther I show you.” The nerd decided. 

Mario let out a small sigh and smiled a slight bit. Finally…after what felt like hours…finally, one of these toads had some common sense. Mario looked at the nerd with a tired, but thankful look. “Okay…I agree with that.” Mario told them. 

The toads thought it over for a moment. Yes, it would be disappointing to stop tickling their favorite hero…but if they refused, then they wouldn’t know much more about the ribcage. Finally, the toads nodded their heads in agreement. 

“Wontherful!” The nerd declared. The nerdy toad picked up the pen that Mario had dropped earlier, and lifted up Mario’s arm. He held it back, and sat on the arm so it would stay there. Slowly, the toad began to show the kids the different spots on the ribcage, making sure to feel each individual rib before identifying its location. 

With the lower ribs, Mario was just chuckling, giggling and occasionally laughing. 

“Ohohokahahay, Hahaha!” 

“Ehehehehahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles!” 

With the middle ribs, he was laughing almost gleefully and shaking his head all around, making his hair fly back and forth in the process. 

“HAHAHAhahahaha! YAhahahaha!” 

“Oho bohohoy- EEHEHEHE!” 

But when the top of the ribs were poked and counted, then the entire dam just broke right open. “OhohohOHOHOHO NOHOHAAA! AAAHAHAHAHA!” 

“NAHAHAT THERE! PLEHEHEHEASE NAHAHAHAHA!” 

And the man even started reverting to his Italian roots for a couple moments!

“FERMAHARE! FEHEHERRRMAHAHAHARE!”