Diddy was laying on his stomach, pinned there by an evilly smirking DK.
Diddy ventured a glance behind him, and seeing the playfully evil look on DK's face made his stomach drop. He was in for it now. DK didn't even say anything, just wordlessly pinned Diddy's hands with his knees and pushed his tank top just a bit.
"DK, come on. Is this really necessa-REE!" DK brought Diddy's little speech to an abrupt end with a jab to his side just above his hip.
Then, with no further hesitation, DK began to poke and prod Diddy's back, out to the sides of his back, and the part of his shoulders that is near his armpits. He began to draw little circles right at the edges of his underarms.
Don't laugh... don't give up... Diddy thought as he bit his lower lip in an effort to keep his laughter in.
"Come on, little buddy. We both know this tickles, so just let it out." DK teased.
"N-No! I-I won't l-let you!" Diddy squeaked out.
"Really? Why don't we ask your worst spot and see what happens?" DK suggested as he he spidered his fingers on Diddy's upper back and just below his neck.
"N-N-No... please!" Diddy pleaded. "N-Not... not..."
"Not what, little buddy?" DK asked teasingly.
"Not my neck! Please leave it alone!" Diddy pleaded.
"Oh yes, your neck." DK replied, trailing a finger down Diddy's spine.
Diddy knew he couldn't get himself out of this, so he just closed his eyes and prepared for the worse. He suddenly felt ten fingers attacking his neck. Not being able to hold back any laughter, Diddy instantly began to laugh.
"STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP! DK, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"See? I told you that I would get you to laugh!" DK commented in triumph.
"OKAHAHAHAHAHAY, IHIHIHIHI'M LAUGHING! NOW, PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!" Diddy laughed as he continued to struggle and squirm.
"I'm afraid not!" DK commented as he flipped Diddy onto his back, and beginning to tickle Diddy's stomach.
"STOP IT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Diddy laughingly begged.
"Really?" DK asked. "It looks like you're having alot of fun!"
"I'M NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT! G-GET OHOHOHOHOFF!"
DK paused the tickling. "You know, I was thinking of stopping right here, but now I'm reconsidering it."
"No!" Diddy protested.
"Yes. Unless you wanna say you're sorry."
"Not on you're life," Diddy replied, rolling his eyes as he didn't feel like giving up.
"If you want it so bad, then..." DK began to attack every single ticklish spot he had. He pinched his sides, rubbed his neck, squeezed his knees, dug into his ribs, and even began to blow raspberries all over Diddy's ticklish belly.
Diddy, on the other hand, felt as though he were going to die, laughing so much.
"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DK, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOP! I'M SORRYHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Diddy screamed in ticklish agony.
"Apology accepted, little buddy," DK commented as he let his little nephew up and rubbed his back to help calm him down.
"What was that all about?" Diddy asked.
"I thought it would be fun!" DK commented, giving a poke to Diddy's stomach once more.