"NOOOOOO!"

Megan screams amidst her laughter, but two more pyrots have already began to tickle their underarms with their wings. YOu know that your sisters are UNBEARABLY ticklish there, and soon you see them howl with laughter.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Marissa laughs. "Stop tickling, no, stop! CHEEHAHAHAHA!"

Tears begin rolling from Megan's eyes as she is forced into silent laughter. You sit and watch as your sisters are tortured for the next twenty minutes until Megan finally speaks. "I can't breathe!" She gasps. "Stop it! You're killing mehehehehe!"

"You heard her gang," the head pyrot says, "that's enough!" With that, the tickling stops.

"What?" you ask, confusingly. "You're done?

"Of course, matey. We're ticklers, not killers. You girls are free to go." Saying that, the pyrots untie them. Your sisters, still giggly from the torture, just grabbed their shoes, give you a menacing look as if they will have their revenge, and go to their rooms.

"Your sisters' feet are sure big," the pyrot says. "And mighty ticklish."

"Um...thanks," You say. "Now what?"

"Well, matey, since you have been so generous, I'll give you this. This paper holds the directions to Dr. Hex's right-hand woman, Natasha. She will tell you what you need to know. But be careful, she won't talk without a fight."

"OH let me guess," you say sarcastically. "Tickling." Saying that you wave goodbye to your new friends, tell them to clean up before they go, and head off to meet this Natasha

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