Today, Guapo noticed Fraz looked grumpier than usual.
"Fraz, are you okay?" Guapo asked.
"I'm never okay! I never will be okay..." Fraz grumbled.
"Frazzy..." Guapo sighed. "Want a hug?"
"No..." Fraz groaned.
"Want me to play the tuba for you?" Guapo asked.
"Don't even think about it!" Fraz warned. "Unless you want your head stuck inside the tuba!"
Guapo scratched his head, but soon he thought of a solution.
"Fraz! I know what will make you laugh!" Guapo said as he wiggled his fingers. Then he wiggled them against Fraz's sides. "Tickle, tickle, tickle!"
"No, stop!" Fraz started laughing out loud and squirming. "That tickles!"
"That's the point, dear brother!" Guapo laughed as he continued tickling his older twin brother.
"Why? Must you torment me so?" Fraz asked between laughing hysterically.
"Come on, you like the attention!" Guapo said smugly.
"Hey, look! Flying Guacamole!" Fraz pointing at the ceiling.
"Really! Where?" Guapo looked around enthusiastically.
"Psyche!" Fraz said evilly. He began tickling Guapo's belly.
"No fair, Fraz!" Guapo laughed out loud as he wiggled a bit. "Let me go!"
"Not yet, brother!" Fraz chuckled then he continued tickling Guapo. Guapo didn't mind too much though. He did enjoy the attention and he was glad Fraz was having fun now.
