Disclaimer: I do not own Our Gang A.K.A Little Rascals. All rights go to Hal Roach.
"Just wait till I get my hands on you!" Butch shouted as raw, yellow eggs oozed down his face.
Alfalfa let out a whimper and ran for dear life. It was an accident; he didn't mean to trip Butch and make him fall, face-down into a basket of fresh eggs. That didn't matter to Butch though – the disgruntled boy could not be reasoned with. He had cleared the yolks from his eyes and was now chasing down the scared Alfalfa.
"Which way did he go?" Butch asked his faithful sidekick, Woim.
"That way!" Woim pointed, after pausing for a moment to think.
Butch smiled evilly. "He can't escape from me!"
Alfalfa turned a corner and came face-to-face with a fence. There was nowhere left to run. The fence was too high to climb over and there was no way around it. He realized that Butch was right – there was no escape.
"Aha! We got you now!"
Knowing they would catch him, Alfalfa sat down to cry when he noticed something that gave him hope…it was a small hole at the bottom of the fence – just big enough for a cat, rabbit, or small dog to fit through. Alfalfa thought he might just be skinny enough to squeeze through and escape!
So, Alfalfa got down on his stomach and started pushing himself through the hole. First his head, then shoulders, torso, and finally just his legs to go. The skinny youngster was almost free!
Then somebody grabbed his ankle.
Alfalfa's heart sank. "Oh no…Butch."
"Darn right it's Butch!" The tough kid smiled and gripped Alfalfa's ankle even harder.
"Ohh! Ouch! Take it easy, will ya?" Alfalfa whined.
This was not good at all. Poor Alfalfa was stuck halfway through a fence with his feet on the side with angry Butch.
"Let's teach him a lesson, Butch!" Woim said, excitedly. "What should we do to him?"
"Hmm, let me think," laughed Butch, sitting on both of Alfalfa's ankles to hold them down.
"Help! Somebody help me!" Alfalfa screamed, but there was nobody around to save him.
Butch took hold of Alfalfa's right foot and removed his shoe and sock.
Alfalfa grew even more nervous and confused. His bare little toes wiggled in the cool air. "Ohhhhh...what are you tryin' to do?" he moaned sadly.
Butch grinned evilly, and he started running his finger up and down Alfalfa's exposed sole. "Coochie coochie coo!"
Alfalfa's eyes lit up and a huge, goofy smile spread across his face. "Heeheeheheheehee! Hey, that tickles! Ahahahahahaha! Quit it!" he giggled, squirming.
"Come on, Woim! This is fun!" Butch said, tearing the shoe and sock from Alfalfa's left foot. He then tickled both feet at the same time, moving his fingers in a scribbling motion.
Alfalfa shrieked and squealed and laughed hysterically. His ticklish feet had been his undoing many times in the past, and now the freckly-faced crooner feared that he would be tickled to death.
Woim joined in, delighted to help with the tickling.
"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STOOOOP!" Alfalfa screamed with laughter, tears rolling down his freckled cheeks. He thrashed around in a frenzy, desperately trying to pull his feet away from those twenty tickling fingers.
"Give up yet, ya grasshopper?" Butch asked, mockingly.
Through his shrill laughs, Alfalfa screamed that he gave up and pleaded for them to stop. He also threatened to lose his temper if they didn't stop. However, the boys just kept on tickling him without mercy. The torture lasted for hours – at least that's what it felt like to poor, helpless Alfalfa.
Suddenly, Buckwheat and Porky appeared from around the corner, dragging a squeaky wagon through the grass. Hearing Alfalfa's laughter, they came to investigate and quickly spotted Butch and Woim by the fence with a pair of trapped bare feet. After putting two and two together, the young boys figured out what was going on.
"Hey, whatcha doin'?" inquired Buckwheat.
"Beat it!" Butch growled. "I'm teaching this grasshopper a lesson he'll never forget."
"That not very nice," Porky muttered, casually rubbing his nose.
Butch glared at them. "Look, I told you both to beat it. Now get!"
As the tough boys were distracted, their grip loosened on Alfalfa's legs and he pulled himself free and slid through the fence – safe at last on the other side! He lay down to rest, catching his breath while hearing the defeated rants of Butch.
"Hope ya know this ain't over!" Butch called through the fence. "We'll get ya again..."
"Yeah, so watch your back," Woim chimed in.
The two bullies went on their way, and Alfalfa was left by himself, still laying and panting.
"Oh, there you are, Alfalfa!" He looked up to see a cheery Spanky strolling towards him.
"Where ya been? I've been lookin' all over for…," Spanky frowned when he noticed the bright red face and red, teary eyes on his best friend. "Hey, what happened?"
With his head hung in shame, Alfalfa told Spanky the whole story about getting trapped in the fence and having his feet tickled by Butch and Woim.
Spanky shook his head in pity. "Gosh, that must have been terrible."
"It sure was," Alfalfa pouted, folding his scrawny arms. "I sure wish I could get some revenge."
"Say," Spanky said, starting to smile. "That gives me an idea."
"What kinda idea?"
"An idea about how you can get revenge on Butch of course!"
Spanky then leaned into Alfalfa's ear and whispered his plan. They looked at each other and shared a sly smile.