This idea comes from Angelblue13257

Scarlett was busy sitting at a desk in her laboratory, working on some of her studies for college work. She felt incredibly lucky that her little evil stint that happened back on Pahkitew Island, where she attempted to blow up everyone on it in exchange for the million dollars, hadn't gotten her expelled. She would be absolutely devastated at the idea of her, one of the most highly intelligent students in her class, being dropped as a result of a poor decision on her part.

"Hopefully I never end up making that mistake ever again." She sighed to herself, as she wrote down some answers in her notebook. There was suddenly a knock at the door, which she got up to check on. When she got there, she found that there was nobody there, but she looked down to see a gift basket of sorts, filled with delicious food and a bottle of fruit juice. She saw that a note was attached to the package and took it off as she read it carefully.

It said that it was from the Total Drama producers, who after having banned her from ever appearing on the show ever again, offered this basket as a consolation prize of sorts. She seemed accepting of it, and began to open it up. She took the bottle of fruit juice and gave it a small taste. "Hmm...wow, that is quite...quite exquisite..." She yawned as she suddenly began to feel very sleepy. She dropped to the floor, completely knocked out and unsuspecting of what was in store for her.

She groaned when she finally started to come around, and when she tried to get up, she found herself unable to. She looked and saw that she had been strapped down to a stretcher, with her arms pinned above her head, and her bare feet dangling over the edge. She gasped as she realized that fruit juice she drank was laced with a powerful sleeping pill. She mentally cursed herself for letting herself be deceived, as she tried in vain to pull her limbs free, but found that she was unable to. The entire room had also gone pitch-dark, so she couldn't make anything out.

"Uh, hello? Is anybody here?" She asked as she nervously tried to look around, before the lights suddenly came back on, and she looked away for a moment. "Well, well, look who finally decided to join us." She heard a voice call. She turned and saw that it belonged to MacArthur, who was in the room right now, alongside Sanders.

"Uh officers, what is the meaning of this?" The redheaded genius asked cautiously as they circled around her. "Well, you remember a couple weeks ago, where you tickled us silly for research? Well, lately that's been making me curious about something, more particularly, whether or not YOU'RE ticklish. My partner over here says that we couldn't find out." The more brash cop explained with a devilish grin on her face.

Sanders looked to her partner, eyelids lowered in annoyance. "I didn't say we couldn't find out, I said we SHOULDN'T find out." She snarked, feeling concerned about the idea of them actually going through with this, being well aware of Scarlett's past incident. "Quit being such a worrywart, and learn to live a little!" MacArthur scolded her partner before they both walked over to the stretcher, Sanders in the middle of it, while MacArthur went to the end, where Scarlett's feet were dangling over the edge.

The quiet genius was panicking a bit, as she was extremely ticklish, and did not want to be involved in this, in any way. But alas, she was unable to do anything to escape this as Sanders placed her hands down on her sides, and began scribbling away at it. Meanwhile, MacArthur took some soft feathers from out of her pocket, and proceeded to stroke them up and down on the soles of the genius' feet.

Already, she had broke into a giggly fit, as she squirmed around helplessly. "Hahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohohohoho, stohohohohohohohohohohohop it!" She protested to being subjected to this. "No chance, poindexter, we aren't gonna let up when we just got started with this!" MacArthur dismissed as she dragged the feathers up and down on her captive's soles. "And don't you go getting any ideas on quitting, Sanders!"

The more level-headed cop just sighed as she really didn't want to be doing this, knowing full well it was going to end in disaster. But alas, she had pushed into a corner by her partner, and so she continued, scribbling one of Scarlett's sides with one hand, and beginning to use the other hand on her ribcage. Meanwhile, MacArthur had proceeded to slowly drag the feathers across Scarlett's long arches.

She couldn't even attempt to pull away from either of them, as the restraints really seemed to work like a charm. "I'm seheheheheheherious! It wohohohould behehehe in yohohohour behehehest inteheheherest if yohohohou stohohohop thihihihihis, ahahahand lehehehehet mehehehehe gohohohoho, plehehehehehease!" Scarlett tried to get the cops to quit now, before they regretted their choice.

But while Sanders seemed completely willing to follow her advice, MacArthur, being her typical headfirst, gung-ho self, wasn't keen on it in any sense of the word. "Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of your laughter." She feigned not hearing anything as they pressed on with their torture.

The ultimate mistake that they had just made was when MacArthur put her focus on Scarlett's toes and Sanders moved on to her stomach. This really got her to explode with laughter. "Pff-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, LEHEHEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEHEHE OHOHOHOHOHOUT OHOHOHOHOF THIHIHIHIHIHIHIS, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" She begged and pleaded tearfully, only getting the same silent treatment for her troubles.

MacArthur even opted to tickle between toe as well, as they wiggled and curled in a desperate attempt to defend themselves, while Sanders even swirled a finger around in her belly button. Scarlett could feel a similar feeling of fury building up in her, as her head was shaking back and forth so fast, that her glasses flew off, and her hair became undone from its usual bun, to now being long and flowing down her back. She had gotten back into her evil schtick as she focused and strained.

"I…said…THAT'S ENOUGH!" She roared as she busted through the straps holding her down, sending both Sanders and MacArthur tumbling down to the floor. Scarlett stepped off the stretcher, her nostrils flaring with fury as she looked evilly down at the Police Cadets. "I tried to make it plain and simple for you, but you refused! And now, I'll see to it that both of you pay for your insolence!" She screamed at them. MacArthur looked unnerved while Sanders sent her a glare. "See? I TOLD you that this was a very strong possibility!"

Later on, Sanders was shown having been strapped down to the same stretcher that Scarlett was on, and they now had their roles reversed, with the redhead mercilessly wiggling her fingers all over the cop's midsection; stomach, sides, and ribcage in all. As for MacArthur, she had been strapped into the tickling machine that Scarlett had used on her and Sanders from before, which had a pair of robot hands scratching deep into her armpits, while feathers were brushed up and down on her bare feet.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP, LEHEHEHEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEHE OUT OHOHOHOHOF THIHIHIHIHIHIS!" She cried out in laughter as her most sensitive spots were assaulted by fingers and feathers alike. "FROHOHOHOHOHOHOHOM NOHOHOHOHOHOW OHOHOHOHON, WHEHEHEHEN I SAHAHAHAHAY WEHEHEHEHEHEHE SHOHOHOHOHOULDN'T DOHOHOHO SOHOHOHOHOMETHING LIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIHIHIS, ACTUHUHUHUHUHUALLY LIHIHIHIHIHIHISTEN TOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEHE!" Sanders called over to her as she cackled.

"You're no better, really. You could have stepped up, but you let her influence overpower your common sense, so you only have yourself to blame for this." Scarlett smirked sinisterly down at her as she continued. These two got what was coming to them for messing with her, and would soon learn just how merciless she could be, as she kept them there overnight to continue onwards.

The next morning, they had been set free, and were making their way to the door, before Scarlett stood in their way. "Now see to it officers, that this NEVER. HAPPENS. AGAIN." She told with emphasis to really prove her point. They both nodded fearfully before bolting out the door, back to their apartment to recover from the all-nighter they had been forced to endure.

Alright then, another idea down. For those who were concerned about the lack of any new one-shots over the last 10-11 days, I apologize. I've just been busy with other things in real life, like taking care of trash, college assignments and midterms, looking after my little brothers, that kind of stuff.

And in addition to those factors, I'm also admittedly lazy, so sometimes I just don't feel the motivation to work on anything for prolonged periods of time. Hope that this makes up to you, at the very least.