Okay, a few things before I start.
1. I don't do this often, sorry if it's not up to par.
2. Please let me know what you think anyway!
3. My apologies to Mike Judge, for turning his brilliant little TV show into a tickling fiction.
4. Oh, and in case you haven't seen the show (King of the Hill), Mihn actually talks like that (the "Engrish"), so don't be offended at me.
Peggy stood at the side of her yard, watching Mihn talk on the phone. Undoubtably blabbering to one of her "Country Club" friends, of course. Feelings of bitterness and malice permeated her mind, as she watched her Asian neighbor admire her new diamond ring.
Peggy thought back to what brought on these emotions. Last weekend, "Girls Night Out" Saturday. Mihn went a bit overboard on the martinis at the bar, and Peggy, the good upstanding one of the bunch, made nothing but a bit of a MENTION to her tipsyness and Mihn does the unthinkable.
"Oh Peggy Hill! just becuase you don't wanna have fun because of your big feet doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself!"
Nancy heard it. The Waiter heard it. The couple on their right heard it, and the small, mixed group on their left heard it as well. And Peggy was sure that at least a dozen other people walking around stopped to hear it as well. Yet still, Peggy was the one who heard it sharpest.
Everyone let out a chuckle at the statement. Unbenkownst to Peggy, they were laughing at the way Mihn couldn't help but say it with one eye completely open and the other nearly shut, and the way she spat up Vodka just saying it, not at the fact that Peggy had big feet. Even if Peggy did know this, however, she wouldn't have cared. She mentioned Peggy's most embarassing secret. It almost threw 2 years of friendship away.
Peggy was still there, lemonade in hand, watching Mihn. What flaw did she have? Thinking back on it, none. Mihn had flaws, sure, but they weren't the kind you'd bring up to humiliate her. They would just be easily turned around on Peggy (a penchant for alcohol isn't that easy to poke fun at).
Suddenly, Peggy realized something. Hank was at work. Bobby at school, along with Connie. Khan was at work. and to be extra safe (if she had to), she reminded herself that Dale, Bill, and Boomhauer were at work as well (well, Boomhauer was SOMEWHERE.) What if... what if the humiliation wasn't... verbal?
Peggy smiled deviously, and receded into her empty house.
The phone of the Souphenousenphone (that's probably spelled wrong, but oh well) rang, and Mihn quickly answered it.
"Barbra? Oh! I so glad you called, I forgot to mention something about Khan's raise, see-"
"No, Mihn, it's Peggy."
"Oh, Peggy. What you want?"
"I'm a little bored. Perhaps you'd like to tell me about how well Connie's doing in school?"
"Oh, but of course Peggy Hill! She just made the honor roll at school, one of the only 3 in her entire class to-"
"Um, Mihn, why don't you come over to talk about it? I think it'd be a bit more enjoyable to hear it in person."
"Sure Peggy Hill! I be right over!"
they both hung up simeltaneously. Mihn was enthralled she could finally brag to Peggy, who usually didn't want to hear any of it. How strange, she thought. She quickly put the thought aside, and went to Peggy's.
*knock knock* "Peggy? You there?"
Peggy's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. "It's open Mihn!"
Mihn turned the knob and walked in. "Peggy?"
She looked into the empty living room and walked forward. suddenly, she felt a slight gust of air behind her, then a familiar scent in the air. A rag over her mouth was the last thing she could remember before it all went black.
When mihn awoke she was sitting on a chair in the kitchen, hands tied behind her back with some cheap rope. her legs were stretched out on a small stool, and her feet were bare. Peggy stood ahead of her, frowning.
"Hello Mihn."
"Peggy Hill! What you doing? why you kidnap me? for money? Khan not give you a cent!'
Peggy couldn't help but smile. "I don't need any money, or any sort of ransom. I just need revenge."
"Revenge? for what??!!"
"For your comment, Mihn. For your malicious little comment about my feet!"
Mihn was too drunk at the time to remember it, but Nancy did remind her that the night was kinda spoiled when Mihn made fun of Peggy's feet and Peggy sulked the entire night. but it was so stupid to get angry over!
"Peggy! don't be ridiculous!"
"Mihn, if you apologize whole heartedly, I may release you. Well?"
"Never! I never apologize to hillbillies!"
"Fine then."
Peggy got up from her chair and moved over to Mihn.
"Well Mihn, since I guess since you tortured me over my feet, I guess I'll just start by torturing yours."
The comment didn't sink in until Peggy was crouched down by Mihn's feet.
"So Mihn... how ticklish are you?"
Before she could respond, Peggy began tickling Mihn's feet. and that's when she exploded.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH NOOOOO PEGGY HILL! NOOOO!"
Peggy giggled. "Oh Mihn! I never would have guessed you were that ticklish!"
she picked up the pace a bit, and Mihn began to thrash violently.
"STOOOP PEGGY! YOU CAN'T DOO THIS!!!"
Peggy just giggled and continued the torture. Mihn's well-manicured feet wriggled about as Mihn struggled against the ropes. It was all in vain, though.
After a few minutes, Peggy stopped. Mihn sweated profusely, her breath heaving.
"Peh...gy... stop..."
Peggy's eyes were filled with an evil sort of joy that made Mihn trembled. This was not good.
"Why Mihn! I can't believe you're already begging for mercy! I haven't even used any of my tools yet!"
Mihn's eyes widened as Peggy pulled up a feather. A peacock feather, purchased on a school field trip to a zoo. huge. wide. feathery.
"Peggy! Nooooo!" tears brimmed in her eyes as she watched the feather encroach on her feet.
"I don't have much room to work with, but let's see if I can release some sort of noise..."
Peggy didn't have to do anything but place the feather on Mihn's feet to have Mihn squealing. Still, she continued.
She brushed the feather up, then down once. Mihn was paralyzed.
"AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOOOODD!"
Peggy laughed malicously and moved the feather up and down at a quickening pace. Mihn's laughter was incredible. It pierced Peggy's eardrums, and although it seemed almost painful, it was, in fact, just what Peggy wanted.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Mihn returned to thrashing about in her chair, the stool moving a few inches each time, yet Peggy continuing to follow her feet with the feather.
Vengance had been taken.
10 minutes of wailing past. They were all too quick for Peggy, but much to lengthy for Mihn. The best torture always is. Peggy had taken to torturing Mihn's feet with an old toothbrush, passing it along Mihn's soles vigorously.
"AhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA PEGGGGGY HIILLLL!! I SOOOOO SORRRRRRY! PLEAAASSEE! LET ME GOOOOO!"
Peggy stopped briefly. "So, finally apologized? Well, I'm glad. Aren't you."
Mihn felt even worse for apologizing, after all, Peggy was the one doing wrong. still, she said "yes".
Peggy looked at Mihn and smiled, and Mihn closed her eyes to stop the tears a bit. They stayed there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. It was broken, however, when the phone rang.
Peggy glanced across the room and saw the caller ID. Hank, from work. No doubt it was some long conversation piece about Propane, or it's many accessories. Great, she thought to herself. I'll have to leave Mihn's feet alone...
Or did she?
Ladybird had been awakened by the laughter, and was standing in the doorway, panting. Peggy got one look at that huge dog tongue and could only think one thing.
Ladybird loves honey.
"Yeah, so Peggy, Looks like I'll have to work late tonight Peg, I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's okay Hank, I understand. I've actually been having a pretty wonderful time here with Mihn."
"Mihn's over there as well? I hope it's not too tense for either of you."
"Oh no Hank, we're actually having a bit of fun, talking, shooting the breeze, laughing..."
Peggy glanced from the living room over to the kitchen, where Mihn sat, her mouth tightly gagged with duct tape stolen from Hanks garage. Her eyes were bulging, and her laughter would be loud if the sock in her mouth did not absorb most of the sound particles the tape didn't already block. She was thrashing every moveable part of her body, as Ladybird stood diligently, licking the copious amounts of honey off her feet.
It was a moment that Peggy just wished she could bottle up forever.
"LOTS of laughter Hank... LOTS of laughter..."
*Possibly to be continued...*
1. I don't do this often, sorry if it's not up to par.
2. Please let me know what you think anyway!
3. My apologies to Mike Judge, for turning his brilliant little TV show into a tickling fiction.
4. Oh, and in case you haven't seen the show (King of the Hill), Mihn actually talks like that (the "Engrish"), so don't be offended at me.
Peggy stood at the side of her yard, watching Mihn talk on the phone. Undoubtably blabbering to one of her "Country Club" friends, of course. Feelings of bitterness and malice permeated her mind, as she watched her Asian neighbor admire her new diamond ring.
Peggy thought back to what brought on these emotions. Last weekend, "Girls Night Out" Saturday. Mihn went a bit overboard on the martinis at the bar, and Peggy, the good upstanding one of the bunch, made nothing but a bit of a MENTION to her tipsyness and Mihn does the unthinkable.
"Oh Peggy Hill! just becuase you don't wanna have fun because of your big feet doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself!"
Nancy heard it. The Waiter heard it. The couple on their right heard it, and the small, mixed group on their left heard it as well. And Peggy was sure that at least a dozen other people walking around stopped to hear it as well. Yet still, Peggy was the one who heard it sharpest.
Everyone let out a chuckle at the statement. Unbenkownst to Peggy, they were laughing at the way Mihn couldn't help but say it with one eye completely open and the other nearly shut, and the way she spat up Vodka just saying it, not at the fact that Peggy had big feet. Even if Peggy did know this, however, she wouldn't have cared. She mentioned Peggy's most embarassing secret. It almost threw 2 years of friendship away.
Peggy was still there, lemonade in hand, watching Mihn. What flaw did she have? Thinking back on it, none. Mihn had flaws, sure, but they weren't the kind you'd bring up to humiliate her. They would just be easily turned around on Peggy (a penchant for alcohol isn't that easy to poke fun at).
Suddenly, Peggy realized something. Hank was at work. Bobby at school, along with Connie. Khan was at work. and to be extra safe (if she had to), she reminded herself that Dale, Bill, and Boomhauer were at work as well (well, Boomhauer was SOMEWHERE.) What if... what if the humiliation wasn't... verbal?
Peggy smiled deviously, and receded into her empty house.
The phone of the Souphenousenphone (that's probably spelled wrong, but oh well) rang, and Mihn quickly answered it.
"Barbra? Oh! I so glad you called, I forgot to mention something about Khan's raise, see-"
"No, Mihn, it's Peggy."
"Oh, Peggy. What you want?"
"I'm a little bored. Perhaps you'd like to tell me about how well Connie's doing in school?"
"Oh, but of course Peggy Hill! She just made the honor roll at school, one of the only 3 in her entire class to-"
"Um, Mihn, why don't you come over to talk about it? I think it'd be a bit more enjoyable to hear it in person."
"Sure Peggy Hill! I be right over!"
they both hung up simeltaneously. Mihn was enthralled she could finally brag to Peggy, who usually didn't want to hear any of it. How strange, she thought. She quickly put the thought aside, and went to Peggy's.
*knock knock* "Peggy? You there?"
Peggy's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. "It's open Mihn!"
Mihn turned the knob and walked in. "Peggy?"
She looked into the empty living room and walked forward. suddenly, she felt a slight gust of air behind her, then a familiar scent in the air. A rag over her mouth was the last thing she could remember before it all went black.
When mihn awoke she was sitting on a chair in the kitchen, hands tied behind her back with some cheap rope. her legs were stretched out on a small stool, and her feet were bare. Peggy stood ahead of her, frowning.
"Hello Mihn."
"Peggy Hill! What you doing? why you kidnap me? for money? Khan not give you a cent!'
Peggy couldn't help but smile. "I don't need any money, or any sort of ransom. I just need revenge."
"Revenge? for what??!!"
"For your comment, Mihn. For your malicious little comment about my feet!"
Mihn was too drunk at the time to remember it, but Nancy did remind her that the night was kinda spoiled when Mihn made fun of Peggy's feet and Peggy sulked the entire night. but it was so stupid to get angry over!
"Peggy! don't be ridiculous!"
"Mihn, if you apologize whole heartedly, I may release you. Well?"
"Never! I never apologize to hillbillies!"
"Fine then."
Peggy got up from her chair and moved over to Mihn.
"Well Mihn, since I guess since you tortured me over my feet, I guess I'll just start by torturing yours."
The comment didn't sink in until Peggy was crouched down by Mihn's feet.
"So Mihn... how ticklish are you?"
Before she could respond, Peggy began tickling Mihn's feet. and that's when she exploded.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH NOOOOO PEGGY HILL! NOOOO!"
Peggy giggled. "Oh Mihn! I never would have guessed you were that ticklish!"
she picked up the pace a bit, and Mihn began to thrash violently.
"STOOOP PEGGY! YOU CAN'T DOO THIS!!!"
Peggy just giggled and continued the torture. Mihn's well-manicured feet wriggled about as Mihn struggled against the ropes. It was all in vain, though.
After a few minutes, Peggy stopped. Mihn sweated profusely, her breath heaving.
"Peh...gy... stop..."
Peggy's eyes were filled with an evil sort of joy that made Mihn trembled. This was not good.
"Why Mihn! I can't believe you're already begging for mercy! I haven't even used any of my tools yet!"
Mihn's eyes widened as Peggy pulled up a feather. A peacock feather, purchased on a school field trip to a zoo. huge. wide. feathery.
"Peggy! Nooooo!" tears brimmed in her eyes as she watched the feather encroach on her feet.
"I don't have much room to work with, but let's see if I can release some sort of noise..."
Peggy didn't have to do anything but place the feather on Mihn's feet to have Mihn squealing. Still, she continued.
She brushed the feather up, then down once. Mihn was paralyzed.
"AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOOOODD!"
Peggy laughed malicously and moved the feather up and down at a quickening pace. Mihn's laughter was incredible. It pierced Peggy's eardrums, and although it seemed almost painful, it was, in fact, just what Peggy wanted.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Mihn returned to thrashing about in her chair, the stool moving a few inches each time, yet Peggy continuing to follow her feet with the feather.
Vengance had been taken.
10 minutes of wailing past. They were all too quick for Peggy, but much to lengthy for Mihn. The best torture always is. Peggy had taken to torturing Mihn's feet with an old toothbrush, passing it along Mihn's soles vigorously.
"AhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA PEGGGGGY HIILLLL!! I SOOOOO SORRRRRRY! PLEAAASSEE! LET ME GOOOOO!"
Peggy stopped briefly. "So, finally apologized? Well, I'm glad. Aren't you."
Mihn felt even worse for apologizing, after all, Peggy was the one doing wrong. still, she said "yes".
Peggy looked at Mihn and smiled, and Mihn closed her eyes to stop the tears a bit. They stayed there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. It was broken, however, when the phone rang.
Peggy glanced across the room and saw the caller ID. Hank, from work. No doubt it was some long conversation piece about Propane, or it's many accessories. Great, she thought to herself. I'll have to leave Mihn's feet alone...
Or did she?
Ladybird had been awakened by the laughter, and was standing in the doorway, panting. Peggy got one look at that huge dog tongue and could only think one thing.
Ladybird loves honey.
"Yeah, so Peggy, Looks like I'll have to work late tonight Peg, I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's okay Hank, I understand. I've actually been having a pretty wonderful time here with Mihn."
"Mihn's over there as well? I hope it's not too tense for either of you."
"Oh no Hank, we're actually having a bit of fun, talking, shooting the breeze, laughing..."
Peggy glanced from the living room over to the kitchen, where Mihn sat, her mouth tightly gagged with duct tape stolen from Hanks garage. Her eyes were bulging, and her laughter would be loud if the sock in her mouth did not absorb most of the sound particles the tape didn't already block. She was thrashing every moveable part of her body, as Ladybird stood diligently, licking the copious amounts of honey off her feet.
It was a moment that Peggy just wished she could bottle up forever.
"LOTS of laughter Hank... LOTS of laughter..."
*Possibly to be continued...*
