One day, Holly and Moby were out walking in the forest. Both of them intended to gather food for themselves and their friends, and planned to return home once they thought they had enough. They had been to this forest before, but this time, they had decided to go by themselves while their friends waited back at their home. It was fortunate that this forest wasn't too far from their house, to the point that walking from there to the forest would take less than fifteen minutes.
However, as much as Holly wanted to help find some things to eat, she was actually feeling pretty bored. It felt like she hadn't done anything memorable all day, and she kept thinking about what she could do. Suddenly, an idea popped into her mind, and a playful smile appeared on her face. She turned to face Moby, who had collected several blackberries from a bush and put them into a basket.
"Moby, can I ask you something?" Holly asked.
"Sure, Holly. What is it?" Moby replied.
"Are you ticklish?" The way Holly asked that sounded mischievous.
"Well, um..." Moby seemed reluctant to respond. Apparently, the idea of being tickled just didn't appeal to him. "Maybe I am."
"Maybe?" Holly approached Moby. "Are you sure about that?"
Moby seemed to be nervous about this situation, but tried to remain serious. "Holly, what are you trying to do?"
Without responding, Holly leaped at Moby and pinned him down on the ground. Moby struggled to get up from this position, but couldn't, since Holly was holding him down with her paws.
"Holly! Get off me!" Moby said, his nervousness turning into irritation.
"Come on, Moby, lighten up a little!" Holly said. "I just wanna have some fun!"
"Absolutely not!" Moby snapped.
Deciding to punish him for his response, Holly raised one of her front paws, placed it right on Moby's belly and began to rub it gently. As she did, a smirk appeared on Moby's face and he began to giggle.
"Hee hee hee! Holly! Hee hee hee hee, stop that!"
"Aw, what? Are you ticklish?" Holly responded. She switched from simply rubbing Moby's belly to tickling it with her fingers. Moby's laughter increased.
"Hahahahahahaha!" Moby began to squirm around as he laughed. "Hohohohollyheheheheheee! You don't understahahahahahahahand!"
"What do you mean?" Holly placed her other front paw on Moby's belly and continued tickling it.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Moby laughed even harder, squirming around even more. "STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M REHEHEHEHEHEALLY TICKLISH THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!"
"I never would have guessed," said Holly. After a few seconds of tickling Moby's belly, she moved her hands to his sides and continued tickling him.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Moby continued to laugh and squirm around. "HOLLY, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! CUT THAT OHOHOHOHOUT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"I don't know, Moby. It sounds like you're enjoying it to me," Holly admitted before moving her paws up to Moby's underarms and tickling him there.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Moby continued to laugh, but since he wasn't as ticklish under the arms, he regained some of his breath. "Holly, stop, plehehehehehehehehehease! I'm too ticklish! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Holly continued to tickle Moby's underarms, but quickly got bored and pulled her paws away from them. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her, and she gently grabbed onto Moby's back paws.
"Holly... please... no more." Moby was panting hard, but otherwise, his dialogue was almost perfectly clear.
"Almost done. There's just one more place I wanna tickle you," Holly responded. She began to wiggle her fingers right on Moby's feet.
"HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Moby immediately reacted, as he laughed really hard and squirmed around constantly. "OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH, GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"You like that? You like that, Moby?" Holly said as she continued to tickle Moby's feet. Even though he didn't have any visible toes, she still enjoyed how much he twitched his feet with every moment that she wiggled her fingers upon them. "Goochie goochie goochie!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Moby continued to laugh loudly and squirm around violently. "I'LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHING! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"
After about ten seconds of tickling Moby's feet, Holly finally decided to stop tickling him. She pulled her paws away from his feet, and he stopped laughing. She got off him as she lay there, panting constantly as he struggled to regain his breath.
"Thank... you," Moby managed to say.
"Moby, I'm sorry I tickled you," Holly said. "I was just bored and wanted something to do.
Eventually, Moby regained his breath and replied.
"It's alright, Holly. But I really didn't want you to tickle me because I'm really ticklish. I think we should get back to finding food."
As Holly and Moby resumed gathering food for their friends, they continued their conversation.
"I didn't know you liked tickling that much. That seems more like something Pio would be interested in," Moby said.
"I'll usually only do it when I want to have some fun," Holly said. "And if I recall correctly, Pio does it for the exact same reason."
"Yeah, he does. I'm pretty sure," Moby responded.
"And as much as I enjoy it, I would never torture you or my friends with it or anything like that," Holly stated. "It's just wrong."
"I agree. I don't know why people still do that," Moby mentioned. "And one more thing. Would you do me a favor and promise me you won't tickle me like that again without warning me first?"
"Yes, Moby," Holly said, nodding her head. "I promise."
Eventually, Holly and Moby collected enough food to make it through the week, and then returned home. Once they had gotten home, their friends were waiting for them.
"It's about time you got back," Top Hat said. "Gosh, what took you so long?"
"Well, um..." Moby just looked away and blushed. "I don't even want to talk about it."