This idea comes from Angelblue13257

The Police Cadets were feeling down right now. Despite having a spectacular run on the Ridonculous Race, they only got awarded second place for their troubles. And while 2nd place was nothing to scoff at (unless you were the Ice Dancers), the fact that they were so close to the million, only to come up with nothing in the end, was really quite a damper on their confidence.

Sanders was just lounging on the couch in their apartment. While she was happy that her arm had made a full recovery, she was still feeling that disappointment about the finale outcome sink in. She gave a sad sigh as she continued to flip channels on the TV, not really even paying attention to what was on, until MacArthur came into the room, holding what looked to be a newspaper.

"Hey partner, check this out!" She showed her the front page of the paper. It showed Scarlett, one of the newer contestants from Total Drama Pahkitew Island. "Says here that she's invented some kind of tickle machine that needs testing, and that any volunteers who decide to take part would be paid a pretty penny. Not as much as the million, but anything's better than nothing, I suppose."

Sanders was a bit skeptical about the idea, because she had briefly seen Pahkitew Island, but from what that brief watching had shown her, was that Scarlett had quite the brief stint as an evil genius, and she had tried to blow up the island and everyone on it, only to be foiled and promptly disqualified. And while the paper said that she had gotten back on the right track, you could never be too sure. "I don't know about this, MacArthur. Can we really trust somebody like that?" She asked cautiously.

"Ahh, it's just some voluntary tickling, it's not like she'll try to dissect us or something. Besides, I already signed our names in on the submission paper." Sanders had promptly gotten into her partner's face with a look of fury. "What?! Why would you just sign me up for getting tickled, without actually asking me first?! Especially when you know that I'm EXTREMELY ticklish!"

It seemed that despite feeling guilty about being the reason for Sanders' arm breaking, MacArthur still had the tendency to make bull-headed decisions, without thinking ahead first. "Pfft, you worry too much, now come on! Let's get going!" She grabbed her partner, picked her up, and headed out the door, carrying the protesting Sanders over her shoulder.

Down at the research lab, Scarlett was looking over the submission sheets that MacArthur had sent her. She mulled over the information about both cops' most sensitive tickle spots, and tinkered with her machine to focus on their respective spots during the testing. She suddenly got a knock at the door, and was pleased to see her volunteers standing there, as MacArthur finally placed Sanders back down.

"Welcome, officers. I assume that you're both ready?" The quiet brainiac asked. "Might as well, just to get this over with." Sanders grumbled, still not happy about this whole ordeal. "Aww come on, we're tough as nails, remember? We'll get through this just fine." MacArthur dismissed her partner's attitude as they followed Scarlett over to two tables.

"Excellent, now if you two will just lay down here, and I'll strap you in, then we'll get this started." She told them. Both cops did as they were told as Scarlett used thick belts to strap them down, restraining their arms above their heads, and keeping their ankles close together. She had also opted to make some adjustments with their attire. She rolled Sanders' shirt up to the point where her midriff was revealed, and she rolled up MacArthur's sleeves and removed her footwear, leaving her bare feet exposed.

"Now then, I'm going to go through each level of power, starting off with beginner." She turned a dial on a remote, and 8 robot hands popped out. They each had 1 feather, and there were 4 hands for each cop, so they would be dealing with 4 feathers tickling them. At Sanders' table, they began to tickle her belly, sides, and ribcage. For MacArthur, they began to tickle her underarms and feet.

Because they were only on the first level, the feathers brushing against their skin was nice and gentle, considering how soft they were. "Hehehehehehehehehe! Thehehehehere, yohohohou seeheeheeheehee? No prohohohohohoblem, at ahahahahahahahall." MacArthur told her partner amongst her giggles. "Juhuhuhuhuhuhuhust shuhuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhuhup!" Sanders bit back.

Scarlett watched this from behind a desk, and smiled as she took some notes. After letting it go on a little while longer, she slowly turned up the dial to the medium level, getting more hands with feathers to pop out, and add more to the process. Sanders' entire midsection was being attacked by feathers now, while MacArthur just got more parts of her feet being tickled.

Now things were getting a little more unbearable, as the giggling had turned to light laughter. "It's fihihihihihihihine, nohohohohohoho bihihihihihiggie! We're stihihihihihihihill goohoohoohoohoohoohoohood!" MacArthur chortled as she struggled to maintain her confidence. "Mahahahahahahahahahahaybe yohohohohohohohou ahahahahahare!" Sanders retorted as she began to squirm around in her restraints.

As time went on, Scarlett decided it was time to kick things up a notch, and turned her remote all the way to the highest setting. Now an entire array of feathers of all different lengths and colors were being brushed across each inch of sensitive skin that were exposed on both cops. They were both roaring with hysterical laughter now.

"AHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIHIHIHIHIHIS MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAVE BEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEN A HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUGE MIHIHIHIHIHIHISTAKE ON MY PAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHART!" MacArthur howled as there was no conceivable way for her to pull away from the feathers. "OH GEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZ, YA THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINK?!" Sanders snarked as she laughed. She really wished her partner were more rational like she was, and thought ahead of what circumstances may happen to them.

Scarlett finally felt satisfied with all the information that she had gotten out of this procedure, and proceeded to turn the machine off. However, she found herself struggling, as the dial must have gotten stuck, and wouldn't budge. "AREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEN'T YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU GOHOHOHOHOHOHONNA STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS?!" Sanders called out to her.

"Unfortunately, the machine doesn't seem to be responding to the controls." The genius put a finger to her chin as she pondered to herself. "Perhaps I should have spent more than two weeks working on what's essentially a form of artificial intelligence." As she mused to herself, she took a while to notice that now, apparently more and more robot hands kept popping out with more feathers to add in more.

The machine seemed to be gaining a mind of its own, and found new ways to really drive the Police Cadets mad. The hands all brushed their feathers at different speeds. For Sanders, one hand had stuck its feather into her belly button, and proceeded to swirl it around in there. For MacArthur, the hands were "sawing" their feathers between each of her toes.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!" MacArthur was begging and pleading for this to stop, as tears streamed down her face from how hard she was laughing. What was she thinking getting them involved in this?

Scarlett continued to fiddle around with the remote control, trying desperately to shut off her machine, but not having any luck. With that strategy being a failure, she raced over to the outlet where the machine was plugged in, and she pulled the plug out, the machine powering down, and the tickling finally coming to a stop.

The redhead stepped over to the tables, and began unfastening the straps holding the cadets down. "I apologize sincerely for this, officers. I never intended for this to go so far. There must have been some kind of glitch in the software that I need to work on." She apologized as Sanders and MacArthur just laid there on the tables, gasping for air.

Scarlett went over and got their payment, $400 for each of them, and handed them over to the cops. Sanders looked her reward over, and just gave a sigh. "No worries, it's not you that I have a beef with." She told the genius, before turning to her partner with a glare.

"You and I are going to have a serious talk when we get home." She stormed out of the room. "Aww, man!" MacArthur groaned in disappointment at that news. Sanders' arm reached back in and grabbed MacArthur by the ear, before starting to pull her out by it. "Ow! Geez! Hey! Come on! Not the ear! Ouch!" She continued to cry out in pain as her partner dragged her back to the apartment to give her a stern talking-to.

Alright then, there's another idea done. I wanted to try something different and have each victim have different tickle spots, so I hope that's alright. As far as my thoughts on the characters here, I generally like Scarlett quite a lot. Sanders is alright, to me, and MacArthur, I'm honestly more neutral on.