THE TICKLE ME FLAME, Princess Azula Doll
Princess Azula's likeness was taken by a combination of both boys and girls, and a handful of creepy adult men. She was dressed in full regal dress and clothes, which could be customized any way the child wanted to, and had a sweet smile, with closed eyes and folded hands.
A little girl poked her on her feet, and the princess giggled, "Aren't you cute! Remember to always be an obedient servant!" The girl gasped, looking at her first talking doll and hugged it tight. It giggled, and repeated the statement, again and again, until her father went out screaming, hands over ears being driven nuts by the doll's repeated phrases.
Two boys looked at their Azula doll, and poked it in the arms. "No," she giggled, "that just tickles too much! Don't disrespect me, or I'll hunt you down and make you suffer!"
"This is what a child's toy says?" one of the boys asked.
"I'll say one thing," the other said, "I'm never going to disrespect Azula."
"What a nerd," the other growled, stroking the doll's feet.
The doll vibrated and shook as it went into hysterics, and finally she said, "That really tickles! Pay me money, and I'll keep you off my hit list!"
The boy's eyes grew wide, and he looked at his friend, "On second thought, you may be right!"
A little boy tickled the doll's stomach, and Azula squealed with glee, "That's so funny! You're going to make a great soldier one day, or slave, whichever comes first."
The boy looked at his mother and blinked. "Mommy, the doll says I've got to be a soldier or a slave!"
"Do what the nice princess doll says," she said calmly watching as guards glared in their direction. "We're not rich, so we can't speak out too much."
A girl either in or close to her teens tickled the doll on her three different areas, each resulting in different guffaws of giggling, and finally the doll stopped and said, "You're good at this! But if you try and steal my man, I'll have to hurt you!"
"Your man? How does it know I'm a girl?" the girl asked.
"It has built in radar that can detect what and who you are!" the spokesman said.
"So then it's personalized for the buyer?" the girl asked. He nodded. "Wow! So can when can I buy one!"
"Well, you could buy one of these prototypes, or buy them in four months when the finished dolls come out!"
"Okay, then I'll buy this Azula doll, and …, all three of the Zuko variation dolls," the girl said. She smiled, "I really love Prince Zuko!"
"That's fine! Just pay ten gold coins for each doll, and give me your name, and they're all yours!"
The girl paid the price, and told him her name was Kakyo, and was fifteen years old. He handed her three of each version of Zuko, all who seemed to pee without being tickled. "This is going to be so awesome!" she squealed. "Now I have a tickle me Zuko and a tickle me Katara! I can put them on the shelf in my room next to each other!"
The man frowned, "Wait, a tickle me who?"
Kayko shrugged and walked off with her Azula, and Zukos, the three of them still seeming to pee without being tickled. "I guess I'll have to get diapers for you three, huh?"
A creepy man in his mid forties got a hand on an Azula doll, and tickled its stomach near the sides. The doll giggled and said one of it previous phrases, and then the man tickled its feet, which made it vibrate and she spoke yet another of her older phrases. He continued to tickle it, and then as he slinked off to the shadows, tried to investigate it to see if it had clothing that could be interchanged. While he was doing that, he accidentally tickled its underarm, and the doll laughed, "My name is Princess Azula, and I'm really ticklish! But if you don't get away from my clothes, I'll rip your eyeballs out and force feed them to you through your butt cheeks!"
The man frowned, and looked at the doll. "Wait, what did you say?" There was no response, and he shrugged. "Stupid doll. Well might as well have fun with it!"
The doll giggled, and seemed to look up at him, "I'm Princess Azula, and I don't like you very much!"
"Wait, I'm confused," the man snapped. "That's seven phrases, I thought you dolls came with only six!" He tickled it again, and she laughed wickedly.
"I'm Princess Azula, and I'm going to kick your ass now!"
"Say what! Eight phrases …," he didn't get any more off than that, as the doll, and several dozen unattended Azula dolls, leapt up and beat him into a bloody pulp. The spokesman hurried over, and stopped the rampage, just short of the dolls electrocuting the creepy man with lightning bolts from their fingers.
"Don't forget folks, these are just prototypes, then real ones won't be so violent!"
"But what about the one that girl, Kakyo bought?" a woman in the crowd asked.
"That was one of our more tamer dolls, so she'll be okay," the man said.
With the chaos stalled, and the radical Azula dolls quarantined, business went on as usual. The spokesman thanked his lucky stars it hadn't gotten worse. When testing the dolls, the Azula Tickle Flame dolls had mauled over a dozen in a half workers, before being brought down by the real thing. Those nut job dolls were taken by Azula for her to admire herself in, and train with. Why the Zuko dolls weren't as violent, no body knew.
Okay, the second chapter is done! Kayko15, if you're reading this, I hope you liked your cameo! I'm really starting to enjoy this story now. It wasn't supposed to be a parody/ humor, but it kind of forced that issue on me, and I think it works best like this! So, okay, on to chapter three. Up next: Mei.