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Bear Belly

Anywhere else in the world, the sight of a giant blue-grey bear in a flight jacket would be disconcerting. But right now, that round plushie belly looked like the perfect testing grounds for your TK-9000.

You walk up behind Baloo and pat him on the back. "Hey, poppa bear, spare some candy?"

"Hey, buddy," the bear says amiably, "Oh I'd like ta help ya, but Kit got me to fork over half my supply before I even got here. I gotta make this stuff last, y'know."

"Oh I'm sure you can spare *one* piece, for a buddy." You punctuate the word "one" with a fingertip lightly twirled in the center of his stomach.

"Gnheh...naw now...heh-heh-hah...now you're ticklin'...heh-hah-ha-ha...can't stand the ticklin'..."

Squirming, the giant bear stumbles backwards and lands on his backside. With his arms stuck above his head and his little legs kicikng uselessly, his plump tummy is an open target.

The claw end of your tickler starts making laps through his belly fur. Down the side, over the lats, up the center to dance over his gut, then down the other side to start again.

"heh-heh-hah-HAH-HA-HA-HAAAH-ho-ho-heh-heh-haw"

Rocking back and forth like a turtle on it's back, Baloo laughed like he was born to do it. His belly stretched and jiggled under your attack.

"More! Mo-hohohore...heh-heh-heh-HEH-HAH-HAH-heh-heh-heh."

He's enjoying this. Well, you're not going to get and candy this way. Time to go for the kill.

Bracing both hands against his belly, you draw in a deep breath melodramatically.

"No...heh-HA-HA...no-no..."

You bury your lips in the blue fur and lay a giant raspberry dead center of his tummy.

BRRRRRRRRAAPPPPPPPPTTTHHHH!

"HEH-HEH-HAAWW-HA-HA-HAHAHAHAHAHAWW..."

You draw back for another breath, your fingers wriggling in his sides as you do.

BRRRRRRRRAAPPPPPPPPHHHHHHTTTTTTTTHHHHHHH!

"HAHAHAWHOOOHOOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHA..."

You draw back again.

"ALL RI-HIGHT! HEH..heh-heh-heh...All right alrea-heh-dy...whew." With a click, a candy treat pops out onto his heaving stomach.

You sntach up the sweet and give Baloo a friendly pat on the belly. "Thanks, poppa bear."

"Heh...you're OK, buddy," he says, "Now help an old bear to his feet, 'kay."

You're about to reach out a hand to lift him up when three young ducks armed with ticklers scurry up. "Look, it's Unca' Baloo!"

Baloo waves away your hand with a wink. Smiling you wander off to the sound of deep helpless chuckles.


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