Tootie and Clara were outside in Tootie's backyard. Both of them were wondering what to do today. On one corner of the backyard was a pile of junk - most of which consisted of broken or heavily damaged items, pieces of wood, rubber and leather. On most days, Tootie and Clara didn't pay much attention to this pile of junk.
Tootie lifted her head up as she noticed her mother, Nicky, walk over to the pile of junk, put something on it, and then go back into the house. At this distance, Tootie couldn't see what the thing was, but she still wanted to know what it was. She got up and walked over to the pile of junk. The item that Nicky had just thrown out was a duster, which was slightly damaged and had some feathers detaching from it. Just looking at the duster gave Tootie an idea.
"Hmm..." She picked up the duster and smiled mischievously to herself.
"Hey, Tootie, what'd you find?" Clara asked, walking up to Tootie.
Without speaking, Tootie turned towards Clara and started tickling her on the neck. Clara started giggling cutely, since it really tickled.
"Hee hee hee hee! Tootie! What are you- Hee hee hee hee hee! -doing?! Hee hee hee!"
After a few seconds of tickling Clara's neck, Tootie moved to a lower and hopefully more ticklish spot. She pulled up Clara's sweater, revealing her tummy and started wiggling the duster right on her tummy. Clara squealed with laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She couldn't help it, since her tummy was really, really ticklish.
"You like that? You like the tickles?" Tootie said, continuing to tickle her best friend.
After a few seconds of being tickled, Clara turned away from Tootie and pulled her sweater back down. Tootie giggled to herself in amusement, but then Clara took the duster from her. Tootie raised an eyebrow at first, but then gasped when Clara pulled up her shirt.
"No! Clara! Don't-" Tootie tried to say, but Clara didn't bother to let her finish. She moved the duster close to Tootie's tummy and began wiggling it around.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The moment she felt all of those feathers stroking her tummy, Tootie started to laugh uncontrollably. Her tummy was her most ticklish spot, except for her feet. "NO! STOHOHOHOHOHOP!"
Despite hearing her, Clara continued tickling Tootie. She deserved this for tickling her in the first place. "I'll stop in a minute, after I've had enough," Clara told her.
"I'M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRYYYHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Tootie apologized, hoping it would get Clara to stop tickling her.
Unbeknownst to the girls, the Jet was soaring up in the sky, and Tootie's laughter gave him a hint on where they were. He descended to Tootie's backyard and landed. Clara was the first one to see the Jet; she stopped tickling Tootie and removed the duster from her tummy. Tootie stood there, panting and rubbing her ticklish tummy for a few seconds, only to see Clara looking scared.
"Clara? What's wrong?" Tootie looked where Clara was looking, only for her to become scared as well when she saw the Jet.
"I heard you laughing, Tootie. Were you having fun?" the Jet asked. "Well, I'd like to have some fun, too!"
A panel in the Jet opened, and a mechanical arm came out and started to approach Tootie. She grabbed the duster from Clara just before the Jet's arm grabbed her and pulled her up to the Jet.
"Hey, what are you doing with that?!" Clara called.
"Don't worry! I know exactly how to get out of this!" Tootie responded.
"It's time for you to come with me, little girl!" the Jet said. "And this time, you're not coming back! What do you have to say about that?"
"I just have one question..." Tootie said, and then held up the duster she was holding. "Are you ticklish?"
"What?" The Jet couldn't believe what he had just heard. "What are you talking about, and what are you doing with that?!"
Without saying a word, Tootie raised the duster to the Jet's nose and started tickling his nose.
The Jet's nose started to twitch from just feeling the feathers brush across his nose. It really tickled, a lot, and he knew that he was going to sneeze. He began to inhale.
"Aaaaaah... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..."
Hearing his gasps, Tootie continued to tickle his nose. She didn't notice the feathers detaching from the duster, but she just didn't care. After a few seconds had gone by...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH..." The Jet gave a final, dramatic inhale, and then exploded. "CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The sneeze was so big and so loud that the Jet blew himself far away. He also let go of Tootie, who fell down to the ground, but landed safely when Clara caught her.
"Tootie, you did it!" Clara said. "You got rid of him again!"
"Yeah. And I wouldn't have if I didn't have that duster," Tootie responded.
Shortly after she had finished speaking, however, her nose started to twitch noticeably. It felt like something was tickling the insides of her nose. Clara noticed her nose twitching, and became concerned for her.
"Are you okay, Tootie?" she asked.
"Yeah." Tootie sniffed a few times, but it only made her nose tickle even more. She rubbed her nose with her hand, trying to stop it from tickling. "But I think I got a feather stuck up my nose, because it tickles..."
"You did? Maybe if you sneeze, it'll blow it out," Clara suggested.
"I would, but I don't have to sneeze yet. My nose just feels tickly."
Clara looked down at the ground, only to see one of the feathers from the nearly-destroyed duster that Tootie was holding. She took the feather and began to wiggle it softly under Tootie's nose.
In response, Tootie's nose twitched even more, and her nostrils began to flare up. She needed to sneeze. "Ahhhh... Aaaaaaahhh..."
Seeing her nostrils flare up, Clara inserted the feather right up Tootie's nostril and tickled the inside of her nose. She couldn't resist teasing her as she did. "Coochie coochie coo..."
"AaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHH... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH...!" Tootie tilted her neck as far back as she could, and then turned away from Clara before she released the sneeze. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Tootie shot her neck forwards as she exploded, but it wasn't enough to blow the feather out of her nose. She tilted her neck back again, inhaling again. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Aaaaaaaaaah... AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH..."
As Tootie prepared to sneeze a third time, Clara could clearly see the pointy part of the feather sticking out of her nose. Dropping the feather that she already had in her hand, Clara took the pointy part of the feather in Tootie's nose and wiggled it around gently, trying to make her release the sneeze. Needless to say, it worked exactly as planned, and Tootie exploded.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
That final sneeze was enough to blow the feather right out of her nose, and bring her sneezing to a close. Tootie sniffled as she rubbed her nose several times on her forefinger.
"My goodness. Bless you, Tootie," Clara said.
"Thanks," Tootie said as she was still rubbing her nose. "And thanks for tickling those sneezes out for me. They really tickled..." She sniffled again. "Ugh."
"Are you feeling okay?" Clara asked, letting go of the feather and letting it fall down to the ground.
"Yeah, but I think I have the sniffles..." Tootie sniffled again.
Clara decided to go into the house, and motioned for Tootie to come along. "Come on, Tootie, let's get you inside and get you a tissue."
Tootie did as she was told. Once they had gotten to the bathroom, Tootie took a tissue from the tissue box and blew her nose loudly. She then wiped her nose once it had been cleared.
"There. You feeling better?" Clara asked.
"Yeah," Tootie said. "But the next time you wanna make me sneeze, would you please not tickle my nose too much like that? My nose can't take that much tickles."
"I'm sorry, Tootie," Clara apologized. "I'll go easier next time."
"It's okay, I'm not mad or anything like that," Tootie said. "I just wanna warn you."
Meanwhile, after several minutes of flying backward through the sky, the Jet finally landed back at his garage. Upon recovering, he sniffled and rubbed his nose on his mechanical forefinger.
"That little brat..." he muttered to himself. "I've sneezed from pollen and pepper before, but feathers? Why didn't I realize what she was going to do with that feather duster? But what she doesn't know is that I have one of those feather dusters myself. And maybe the next time I get her, I'll tickle her nose with my duster and see how she likes it..."