It's a deal.

"Please, I'm sorry", you gasp out, "let's make another deal. I promise I won't go back on it this time."

The pyrots stop tickling and start talking to each other again. Mrs. Fergeson has stopped laughing and is yelling at you. "Be quiet", you tell her, "or I'll leave you here forever".

"Oh, please don't do that", she begs. "I could never take it."

"I didn't know you were ticklish. You sure don't look like anyone who would be ticklish", you say.

"Well, I am, just don't tell anyone, okay?"

"We'll see", you reply.

By now the parrots have come up with a deal, and tell you about a part of the island that possesses a fruit called "Gigglefruit". It's heavily guarded and they can't make it to the area because of the animals that live there. If you could bring back the fruit, they would let you and Mrs. Fergeson go free.

"What types of animals live there", you ask.

"Oh, under the ground live the brush moles. They will pull your feet through the ground, grab your ankles and tickle you sensless. Up in the trees live the goochie monkies, they will hold you by the arms and lift you off the ground and tickle you with their toes. Beware of the plant life, too. This is a very ticklish island with danger around every curve."

You agree to go, but Mrs. Fergeson is left behind for insurance. As you leave, you hear her start to giggle, so you know the pyrots have started in on her and it is up to you to act fast.

Written by duster28 (edited by wanderer)

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