This idea comes from Crystaliser

After the Ridonculous Race had ended, Father and Son had headed straight back home to their normal lives. Unfortunately, the house looked to be completely empty when they arrived. Junior sighed as he sat by himself in disappointment on the couch. He knew that his mother had a full time job, so he couldn't complain too much about her absence, but he was still looking forward to seeing her again after being away from home for so long. Dwayne had taken notice of his son's mood and tried to comfort him.

"Hey now, sport, what's the matter? What's got you so down?" He asked his son in his usual fatherly concerned tone. "Oh, it's nothing really major dad, it's just...we literally got back home just now, and it just so happened to be when mom has to be at work for the whole day. I understand she has to provide for the family, but I was just really hoping I'd be able to see her again first thing we got home." He sighed sadly as he finished expressing his sadness.

Dwayne looked on in sympathy as his son sulked to himself. He thought of what he could to possibly cheer his boy up, when he saw some long rope in the closet and that a nearby decorative vase was filled to the brim with colorful, soft looking feathers. As he took in this information, an idea popped into his head about how he could put a smile on his son's face, a grin stretching across his own face. He reached over and grabbed the feathers out from the vase, and he took the rope out from the closet before he slowly turned and creeped up behind the couch to playfully pounce on Junior.

He wasted no time in tying the boy's arms above his head with one end of the rope, and using the other end to tie his ankles together. Junior took a moment to process all this, before he tried and failed to break free, his father having tied those knots really tightly and secure. "He-Hey! Dad, what's going on here?! What do you think you're doing?!" He asked as he struggled to crawl away, but found himself unable to, since his father had a lot more muscle than him. "Oh, me? I'm just seeing to it that a smile is on your face." Dwayne explained as he grinned as he lifted the boy's shirt up, it didn't take long for Junior to realize what his father had in store for him. The father took the multiple feathers in his hand and started to brush them gently against his boy's exposed stomach.

Junior had a shocked look on his face, before a small smile found its way on there, and he began to protest between a series of giggles and laughs. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Hehehehehey, thahahahahahahahahahat tihihihihihihihihihihickles!" The boy chortled as the multiple feathers danced along his belly. "Well I would certainly hope so, since that's what I was thinking of doing!" Dwayne remarked as he continued onwards.

He began to think back to how much his wife had just loved to always tickle Junior all the time while he was growing up. It was their favorite game during those times, after all. And while Dwayne himself had never actually done it before, he had heard about what a blast his wife had doing it, and he figured that now would be the best time to try it, and hopefully perk up his son from his disappointment. As he slowly brushed the feathers along every inch of his stomach, he took a small handful of them and stuck them one by one into his belly button, swirling each one of them around in there gently.

"Ahh! Dahahahahahahahahahahad, cohohohohohohohohome on! Quihihihihihihihihihihihihihit it!" The blonde boy tried to throw his dad off him, but finding himself unable to get a good grip, which was further taken advantage of, as Dwayne lifted up both his son's arms, and began brushing the feathers against his underarms.

"Oh ho no, Junior, I won't just leave you to sulk and mope like this!" Dwayne stated as he rolled up the sleeves to get at the sensitive bare skin of his son's armpits. This really made his laughter go up a couple notches. "Ahh! Dahahahahahahahahahahad, I'm seheheheheheheheherious! Stohohohohohohohohohohohop!" He told his father, who just continued on with his procedure.

Eventually, Dwayne took his son's ankles into his lap, and proceeded to remove his shoes and socks, leaving his bare feet exposed. "Oh no...No dad, please! Don't go for it!" Junior begged him not to do what he thought his father would do, but he went ahead anyways, and started brushing the feathers all over every inch of his son's feet.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!" He laughed loudly as the soft feathers dragged and danced across his long arches, his small soles, as well as underneath and in between each one of his toes, as they curled and wiggled helplessly. He pounded his fists on the couch as tears streamed down his cheeks from laughing so hard and as he shook his head, his cap had fallen off his head "DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!" He once again insisted on being let go, only to get the usual silent treatment from his dad.

Dwayne continued on with this procedure for a little while longer, before he figured that his son could use a breather. He stopped and took all the feathers back and placed them back into their proper spot in the vase. He then proceeded to untie his son, and helped him sit up right as he caught his breath.

"Your mother was right, that really WAS a whole lot of fun to do!" He chuckled good-heartedly, before his face dropped as his son stared at him with a glare. He worried that he had just worsened his son's mood, before he saw a smile form on the boy's face, before he began to laugh about the whole thing. Soon enough, Dwayne joined in, and they both shared a good laugh together.

Once they calmed down, Junior placed his cap back on as he turned to his father, and threw his arms around his father's torso in as big a hug as he could manage to give. "Thanks for that, Dad. It really brought back some nice memories." He whispered gratefully.

"Hehe, aww, sure thing there, son. Anything to help cheer you up." Dwayne responded as he returned the hug, and rubbed his son's back affectionately.

Alright, another idea down. I really rather quite liked these two, and I can't help but feel jealous of Junior. Even though his dad was pretty much a cartoon example of a dad, He still turned out much better than the horrible monster my own father was, in real life.