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Shower Races and Tickle Torture

Dean Portman, Charlie Conway, Adam Banks, and Dwayne Robertson stepped off the crowded airplane after a long flight to Toronto. They glanced around the room for about thirty seconds before Dwayne's eyes found the familiar face of a smiling Mr. Tibbles. Mr. Tibbles appeared to be over excited due to the frantic waving and the fact that he was smiling like a madman. He even went so far as to stand on an unoccupied chair and shout each of their names causing much embarrassment on behalf of the young men who were now refusing to acknowledge Mr. Tibbles. Once the crowd died down, Mr. Tibbles rushed over to greet the boys, nearly trampling a five year old in the process.

"Oh! I haven't seen y'all in ages! Look how big you've grown!" exclaimed the middle aged man now taking the part of the crazy grandmother that one never sees (for an excellent reason).

The teenagers simply nodded and excepted the fact that they could do nothing to avoid further embarrassment. Mr. Tibbles just seemed to not realize how embarrassing he could really be!

They all exchanged greeting before being ushered out of the airport and into a SUV, which was unfortunately driven by a one Mr. Tibbles. While Mr. Tibbles was loading the baggages into the car with the help of airport personnel, Dean, Charlie, Adam, and Dwayne played a quick game of "rock, paper, scissors" in order to decide who was stuck sitting in the passenger seat and enduring a seemingly long ride of listening to Mr. Tibbles talk. Charlie lost. Dean and Adam insisted the much shorter Dwayne sit in the middle with Dean stating that one, in fact, "always puts the smallest person in the middle, because they're the funnest to smash when you go around turns!"

"Damn my feet hurt!" exclaimed Nolan Holden as he and the rest of team USA walked back to their residence hall.

"My whole body hurts!" countered his best friend Meredith Daley.

Team USA of the Goodwill Games had just finished their first conditioning practice where they ran two miles before doing a variety of strength training for muscles they didn't even know they had.

As the team rounded the corner they spotted a SUV pulling into the driveway of the team USA residence house. They watched as four guys and Mr. Tibbles hopped out. One appeared to be ready to cut his own ears off and the team assumed that he had been forced to sit with Mr. Tibbles on the ride there. Another looked annoyed and was rolling his eyes at the larger one that was almost giddy. The final one was rubbing his sides and was standing as far away from the large one as possible.

"Howdy y'all!" greeted Mr. Tibbles. "These here are your new teammates from team USA a few years ago! This'un here," he gestured to the annoyed one, "is Adam Banks one the greatest hockey players I've ever seen!"

Adam stepped forward and waved a little before thinking he must look stupid and quickly putting his hand down at his side.

"This'un is Dean Portman." Mr Tibbles waved his arm towards the large one. "He's one of the best enforcers in the states!"

Dean let out a low grunt that the team assumed meant 'hello'.

"This here is Charlie Conway, the captain and leader of the Eden Hall Mighty Ducks!" Mr. Tibbles exclaimed as he gave a little nudge to the one that still looked as though he was contemplating weather or not his ears were really that useful.

Charlie stepped forward and said an enthusiastic hello before stepping back into line.

"An' finally we got the greatest puck handler I've ever seen," he gestured toward the final person, "Dwayne Robertson!"

Dwayne let out a quick 'howdy y'all' before returning his attention to the ground.

"Boys this here's your team! I'll go through their names quick like and y'all can get to know them later. Let's see here, we got Nolan Holden, Brandon Rowan, Meredith Daley, Conner and Colton Snodgrass- I can never tell those two apart- Evan Cole, Victoria Burdette, Macayla- she goes by Mac- Jarret, and Jamison Allif."

At the mention of their names each player stepped forward and gave a small wave before rejoining the rest of the team.

"Well now that that's done, I best be off! Got stuff to do ya know!"exclaimed Mr. Tibbles before getting back into the SUV and speeding off.

The two groups stood there and stared at each other for a few minutes before Meredith looked around and shouted "I call girls shower!" and dashed into the house with the two other girls chasing after her, protesting. This spurred the guys into a race to see which three could get into the house the fastest and get to the designated "guy" showers first. The four ducks watched with amusement at the antics of their new teammates and knowing that tomorrow they'd be fighting for the chance to shower first as well.

Meredith, being the first one in the shower, was the first one out, after the first three guys of course. It seemed as though the guys simply got in the shower long enough to get wet and then got out. She was almost trampled by Mac who dashed into the bathroom before Victoria even noticed the door had began to open.

Meredith walked down the hall to the living area to find the four new guys talking with Brandon, Nolan, and Colton. She walked in very quietly and was only noticed by Adam and Colton who happened to be facing the door. She gave them the "shush" sign and they complied. Meredith snuck up behind Nolan, who was discussing the teams current strategy with Charlie, and let out a war cry before throwing herself on him. Nolan let out a yelp and began tickling Meredith without mercy.

"Stop it! Stop it! This isn't how this is supposed to be going! Nolan, if you don't stop right now I'm going to wet myself all over you!" Meredith screamed and threatened. But Nolan tickled on.

"Say it! Say it!" he demanded.

"No!" Meredith managed to squeak out in between her fits of laughter.

"Then I won't stop tickling you. I can do this all night long if I have to!"

"Fine! Fine! I'll say it! Nolan, I'll say it, just stop tickling me!" said Meredith finally giving in to his demand. She cleared her throat. "Nolan is the coolest, most greatest guy ever and did, in fact, kick my butt in one-on-one on January 13, 2006."

"Yes!" shouted Nolan as he ceased tickling Meredith and jumped up pumping his fist in the air. Meredith, who was on his lap fell to the ground with a loud "thump" and began mumbling something about how her butt would never be the same. Then it looked as though a brilliant idea crossed her mind as she jumped up and went to stand behind Dean who happened to be the biggest person in the room with Brandon at a close second.

Once Nolan finished his victory dance Meredith cleared her throat loudly to get everyones attention. Once all eyes were on her, she looked Nolan straight in the eyes and said "Not."

Immediately after the word had had a chance to sink in, Nolan walked over to stand in front of the couch that was Meredith's only line of defense, intent on getting her to take it back.

"Take it back! Take it back!"

"NEVER!"

"Take it back! I'm gonna tickle you until you take it back!"

The occupants of the couch slowly stood up and quietly exited the room.

"NEVER! I will not yield to the torture that is tickling!"

And with that Nolan dived over the now empty couch that separated the two and resumed the fierce tickling.

"Fine! I yield!" shouted Meredith after about seven minutes of ticklish torture. "Nolan is the coolest, most greatest guy ever and did, in fact, kick my butt in one-on-one on January 13, 2006. There I said it are you happy now and will you please get off of me. You're restricting my air intake."

"HA!" exclaimed Nolan as he began to do his victory dance for the second time in ten minutes.

Meredith's face twisted into an evil grin as she proclaimed, "When you least expect it, that's when you can expect it.", and walked out the door.

Hope y'all enjoyed it! Please Review! I can use all the help I can get!