This idea came from Angelblue13257

Late at night in the apartment of the Police Cadets, they were just sitting on the couch in the living room, dressed in nothing but their pajamas. They were watching television one of MacArthur's favorite programs; championship wrestling. And from how much she was whooping and hollering with excitement, she was getting really invested into it.

"WHOO! YEAH, THAT'S IT! FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" She chanted as she clapped her hands above her head, while beside her, Sanders merely rolled her eyes at how over the top her partner could really be.

"Ugh, come on! Can we watch something else? We've put on all of YOUR picks throughout the entire day, I'm getting sick of this unfairness!" She grumbled with her arms crossed. MacArthur's teasing, along with her pinching and squeezing her cheek didn't make her feel any better.

"Aww, is somebody regretting that poker game we had earlier today? Well too bad, I came out on top, and the reward was that I get the complete say in what plays on our TV screen!" She said as she waved the remote back and forth to further add onto the teasing.

"Grrr, that settles it! Give me the remote, give it here!" Sanders tried to climb over and snatch it from her, but considering how much more strength her partner had than she did, MacArthur had no trouble holding her back with only a single hand.

"Woah there, tiger! You have to honor the agreement of the game that you lost!" MacArthur said, and as she pushed Sanders back into the couch, she also thrust a cushion in her face before making a run for it.

"MacArthur, get back here!" Sanders said as she threw the cushion away and chased after her partner, determined to make sure she finally got to watch her choice of television programming. She was really getting sick of her partner always taking everything, and decided that a change of pace was necessary to show she meant business.

Sanders followed her partner into her bedroom, who just whistled to herself. Sanders stormed over and got right in her face. "Alright MacArthur, where did you put the remote?" She asked lowly and slowly.

"Oh uh, gee, I must have slipped and dropped it somewhere, better go and find it." MacArthur didn't seem all too bothered by her partner's tone, or how upfront she was at the moment. But that quickly changed as she got even more close to see the fury in her partner's eyes.

"I'm serious now, MacArthur. Give. Me. The. Remote." She emphasized slowly to show how serious she was about this. "If you don't, I know of your weakness to get you to cooperate." She said with a sinister smirk on her face.

"Uh, heh heh, you don't have the guts, sister." MacArthur chuckled nervously as her eyes darted back and forth, before Sanders stuck her hands past her partner's arms, and began scribbling at her underarms, getting immediate giggling out of her.

"Oh, I very much DO have the guts." Sanders retorted as she watched MacArthur try and fail to get away from the reach of her fingers. While she was having fun like this, she knew very well that she needed to make this much easier for herself to do. Luckily for her, she remembered that in addition to MacArthur being extremely ticklish, she was also very responsive to the Vulcan nerve sleeper hold.

So that's exactly what Sanders did. She pinched a specific pressure point on MacArthur's neck, and while she tried to swing at her partner in desperation to get out of this, it was working like a charm, as she slowly but surely began to feel her eyelids get heavy. She was completely unconscious as Sanders wrestled her down to the floor.

"Perfect." She grinned as she went to the closet to get some things that would help her with her process. When she gathered all of her tools, she strained as she lifted MacArthur up, and placed her down on her bed. She then took out a whole roll of duct tape, and proceeded to strap her down to it, leaving her arms pinned to her sides.

When she got down with that, she took a pair of handcuffs, and slapped them onto MacArthur's ankles, effectively keeping her feet from being able to separate from each other. She dusted off her hands, satisfied with her work at keeping her tied down.

"This will definitely be a lot of fun." She said to herself as she waited for MacArthur to awaken, which didn't take very long. As she tried getting up, however, she found herself to be strapped down with lots of duct tape, and that her ankles were cuffed together. She gulped nervously as she saw Sanders looking back at her with a sly grin.

"That's right. I'm pulling no punches right now, and I want you to tell me the truth about where you hid that remote." Sanders explained as she circled around her strapped down partner slowly.

"Forget it, Sanders. I'm not going to reward you with the remote, just because you can't handle the massive butt-whooping you got from that card game." MacArthur sneered at her, before it immediately faltered under her partner's hard gaze.

"Oh, I think I just might have ways of getting you to talk." Sanders stated before she placed her hands on MacArthur's legs, and began to slowly trail her fingers along them, going back and forth between the thighs and the calves. MacArthur tried to bite her lip, but it didn't do any good, as she was just too sensitive. She was already giggling up a storm at Sanders' touch.

"Hehehehehehehehehe! Cuhuhuhuhuhut thahahahahat ohohohohohout! Stohohohohohohohop it, hahahahahahahahaha!" She giggled as she wriggled around, but being very limited in it, thanks to being strapped down like she was.

"Oh no, not after I just got started. I'll be at this for quite a while." Sanders stated as she as she scribbled one hand on MacArthur's left knee, while also poking and prodding at her right shin. "Tickle, tickle, tickle~! Poodly, poodly, poodly~!" She cooed as she played around with the sensitive skin on her partner's legs.

"Hahahahahahaha! Cohohohohohome on Sahahahahahanders, juhuhuhuhust accehehehehept yohohohour lohohohohoss huhuhuhuhumbly, and quihihihihihihit it! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!" MacArthur was proving to be difficult to work with.

"You always were the most stubborn, defiant person I've ever come to know. Guess that means I'll just have to kick things up a notch, won't I?" Sanders sighed as she climbed up onto the bed, and grinned at her next target. Because of how bulky MacArthur was known for being, her shirt didn't completely cover her, leaving her belly exposed. Sanders took a deep breath, before she leaned down put her mouth on MacArthur's belly, and blew a big raspberry on it.

"Pfff-Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohow yohohohohohohou cuhuhuhuhuhut thahahahahahat ohohohohohout, heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!" Her giggling turned to light laughter at that sensation. But as always, her demands went ignored as Sanders was just having too much fun with this, as she giggled and cooed at how admittedly cute her partner sounded like this.

"Aww, what's the matter? Is MacArthur a little bit ticklish in this tubby tummy of hers?" She teased as she continued to blow raspberries on it. "Sh-Shuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhuhuhuhup! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" MacArthur cried out as her face flushed with embarrassment at that comment.

Sanders kept up the raspberries for a while, before she stopped and hopped off the bed. MacArthur took this moment to catch her breath. "So, finally decided to give up?" She asked with a haughty grin, which disappeared instantly as she saw Sanders hold up a jar of honey and a paintbrush.

"Not in the slightest." Sanders remarked as she dipped the brush into the jar, and proceeded to paint her partner's feet with the stuff, lightly tickling her some more. "Eww! Grohohohohoss!" She giggled before she paled in realization of what was coming her way next. "Oh no…Oh no, Sanders please! Please, not that! Anything but that!" She begged frantically.

"You know how to get me to stop, MacArthur. Tell me where you put the remote!" Sanders said as she finished her painting and proceeded to slowly inch her way forwards. "You've got 5 seconds to decide. After that, it's no mercy for you."

"Only 5 seconds?! That hardly seems like a fair amount of time for me to think abou-AHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" MacArthur didn't even get to finish her complaint, as she saw that Sanders had begun to lick the sweet, gooey treat off her feet.

"Mmm, so good." She moaned in delight at the pleasant taste, slowly licking up from her partner's heels. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANDERS, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" She begged as she shook her head back and forth at the wet, tickly feeling.

Sanders slowly dragged her tongue across MacArthur's soles, as well as swirling it around in circles on her soles, relishing in listening to her boisterous hysterical laughter as she enjoyed her snack. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANDERS PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, JUHUHUHUHUHUHUST STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!" She begged and pleaded as tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice sounding hoarse.

But she was once again shunned with utter indiffereance as Sanders proceeded to move onto her partner's toes. She licked them happily as they wiggled and curled helplessly. She made sure to get underneath them, inbetween them, and also one by one, as well.

"AHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! ALRIHIHIHIHIHIGHT, ALRIHIHIHIHIHIHIGHT! I'LL TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALK, I'LL TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALK! JUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUST STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!" MacArthur didn't care about what was on anymore, she just wanted to be let out of this right now.

"There, see? Was that really so hard?" Sanders asked as she had finished licking up all the honey, anyways. After MacArthur told her that she had hid the remote under the bed somewhere, she grabbed a flashlight to get a better look at it, and sure enough, she found the remote control.

She then proceeded to unstrap MacArthur from the bed, and helped her stand to her feet. She handed her partner the honey and paintbrush, instructing her to put them away, which she did do. After that, they went back to the living room where Sanders would finally get to pick something for them to watch, instead.

Alright, that's the big 40th chapter finished. I know I said before that I was getting tired of writing about the Police Cadets last chapter, but I had promised the contributor of the idea that I would write one of their ideas next.

In unrelated news, one of the other main contributors for this series, xtremexavier15, has uploaded all of the Total Drama Confessionals to his YouTube channel to make up for how WinterSolstice195's channel had gotten taken down because of some stupid bull. So feel free to go and check him out.