Sanders & MacArthur Tickle One-Shots Chapter 1 "Ticklish Princess"

Sanders was slumping on the couch in the living room, exhausted of her and MacArthur's busy day at the police station. MacArthur tries to cheer Sanders up but nothing worked. She was about to give up until something popped in her brain.

MacArthur: (in her head) "I wonder if Sanders is ticklish?"

MacArthur smirks as she suddenly comes up with an idea to cheer up Sanders. She walks over to the couch and sits next to her partner.

MacArthur: "Sanders, I know how to cheer ya up!"

A small smile formed on Sanders face when she heard this.

Sanders: (sighs) "What are you gonna do, MacArthur?"

MacArthur handcuffs Sanders' wrists and ankles and puts her arms over her head.

MacArthur: "But first, let me ask you one question!"

Sanders: "What is it?"

MacArthur: "Are you ticklish, princess?"

Sanders' eyes went wide. She was REALLY ticklish but half hates-half likes it when MacArthur tickles her. She tried her best to lie.

Sanders: "No, I'm not!"

MacArthur didn't buy Sanders' lie. She uses her index fingers to lightly tickle Sanders' hips. Sanders tried to hold in her laughter but a few seconds later, giggles came out of her mouth.

Sanders: (giggling) "MahahahahahahahacArthuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhur! Hehehaha! I tohohohohohold yohohohohohohou! I'm nohohohohohohohohohohohot tiihihihihicklihihihihihihihihihish!"

MacArthur: "Then why are you giggling, huh?"

MacArthur uses all her fingers to mercilessly tickle Sanders' sides. Sanders finally bursts out laughing.

Sanders: (laughing) "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACARTHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUR, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!"

MacArthur: "So you are ticklish!"

Sanders: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHESE!"

MacArthur: "Who's a ticklish police cadet? Yes you are, yes you are!"

MacArthur kept up the tickling for 36 minutes, often switching to Sanders' belly, ribs, flanks, chest and armpits.

Sanders: "PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAESE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

MacArthur stops.

Sanders: (panting) "Are you done yet?"

MacArthur: "Are you feeling better?"

Sanders: "No!"

MacArthur: "Then no!"

Sanders groans. MacArthur takes off Sanders' socks.

Sanders: "What are you doing?"

MacArthur then started tickling Sanders's bare soles with all her fingers.

Sanders: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

MacArthur continued to tickle Sanders' ultra-ticklish bare soles for 3 minutes. Then, she stops.

Sanders: (panting) "I'm starting to feel better!"

MacArthur: "Good! Cause' you'll fell better after I do THIS!"

MacArthur started to tickle Sanders' legs.

Sanders: "NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I'M TOO TIHIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLISH ON MY LEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEGS!"

MacArthur FINALLY stops.