Bonjour, everybody! Back! Please enjoy this one. I love writing Gaston's kids.

Gaston had decided to have lunch at home with his wife and children before heading back into town. Sarah asked if he could watch the children for a little while because she needed to do some shopping. Gaston had agreed to it, but as soon as the children raced upstairs to grab their favorite toys, hoping their papa would play with them, Gaston had dropped down onto the sofa with his legs stretched out in front of him and fallen asleep!

He would never admit it, except to Sarah, Lefou, or Prince Adam, but raising three rambunctious little kids-thanks to his ambitious genes-was hard work and it fatigued him more easily and more often than he wanted to say.

Luke, Allyson, and Joshua all clambered down the stairs, arguing about who had true dibs on Gaston being part of their playtime. They jumped, startled when they heard loud snoring and gaped seeing their father sitting back on the couch with his head tilted backwards. "What should we do?" Allyson asked.

"I have an idea." Joshua smirked. Being the youngest, so far he was Gaston and Sarah's cheekiest, most mischevious child. He hurried back upstairs and returned with a long goose feather from his pillow.

"What are you doing, Josh?" Allyson cocked her head.

"Let's play a trick on Papa!" Joshua grinned evilly.

"What kind of trick?" Luke asked, intrigued.

"I don't want to get in trouble." Allyson shook her head.

"Fraidy cat!" Joshua chided.

"I am not! Take it back, you little imp!" Allyson retorted. Being the youngest, Joshua also knew how to manipulate the bigger people to get what he wanted. Sometimes it worked, other times not so much. But he always knew where to push their buttons. Allyson scoffed, grabbing the feather and headed for the couch.

Gaston snorted as he felt a light, fluttery sensation brushing over the back of his neck. He twitched but the feeling kept coming back. He tried swatting at the infernal nuisance but found he couldn't move his arms! Then something very soft and feathery tickled inside his ear. Gaston growled, trying to raise his arm to rub his sensitive ear but found his arms wouldn't cooperate to rid himself of the infernal nuisance. Gaston straightened up and darkly looked around looking for the culprit and found that his youngest, Joshua ever the naughty boy, was tickling his daddy's neck and ear with a goose feather! And Luke and Allyson were each holding down one of his arms!

"Confound it, unhand me!" Gaston growled.

"Nope!" Luke gloated, gripping his father's arm harder and leaning on it even heavier.

"I'm warning you, if you don't release me..." Gaston huffed. His children weren't merely bothering him. Oh no! They were tickling him! And it was an unwritten rule in Villenueve that Gaston was not ticklish. He refused to give into his kids' antics this time. He was a man of steel, robust, and strong as a horse. He stubbornly refused to be taken down so easily but something as trivial as a little family affection.

"Hold him down! Hold him down!" Luke shouted to Allyson. Joshua giggled and maneuvered his 'partner in crime' faster, only this time down to Gaston's shoulders. Gaston gritted his teeth hard to keep from laughing.

"That's it!" Gaston bellowed, and quickly rose to his feet, causing Luke and Allyson to land into a heap on the floor while Joshua fell back on the sofa cushions. "You've done it now, you little miscreants! This calls for the Tickle Monster." Gaston sneered in a menacing tone. "Which one of you shall suffer first?" He raised his hands in the form of claws. The children screamed and hit for cover. Of course, his two oldest were faster and Joshua was frantically scrambling off the couch. Gaston snatched the youngster by his heel and held him upside down. "Aha! What have we here?" He chuckled with one hand on his hip, the other holding the little boy suspended up in the air.

"Put me down, Papa!" Joshua barked, flailing.

"Trying to order me around, eh? Oh, yeah? Well, two can play at this game." Gaston narrowed his eyes and lightly wiggled his big fingers in circles over his little son's exposed midsection.

"Aahh!" Joshua shrieked, trying protect himself and failing because of his laughter. "P-Papa! Stop!"

"Nuh uh! Not until we get this cleared up." Gaston shook his head. He tromped back to the sofa and plopped Joshua down on his back, lying over Gaston's knees, his head and arms still hanging upside down. And, his little shirt having come untucked and leaving his middle very unprotected. "Alright, you." Gaston snarled playfully. "Whose idea was it to gang up on me, hmm?"

"I won't tell you." Joshua said defiantly.

"What was that?" Gaston arched his eyebrows, and poked Joshua's belly. Joshua giggled. "Come clean, you little chipmunk."

"Uh uh." Joshua shook his head.

"Stubborn one, aren't you? Oh, very well." Gaston pretended to sigh. "I have other ways to get my answers." He smiled darkly. He leaned forward and buried his face into his son's middle, nuzzling the toddler's giggly tummy with his facial hair. Joshua squealed, wriggling around but couldn't pull himself up to push his papa away. He laughed helplessly as his papa's all too scruffy whiskers mercilessly tickled his bare skin.

"Papa! Pppaappaa!" Joshua cried mirthfully.

"Mmm! I think I found a wiggly little country mouse to munch on! A little tough but...Mmm!" Gaston chuckled as he continued his playful torture.

"Papa!" Joshua laughed. "Stop! Stop!" He begged.

"Well, have you decided to make it easier on yourself?" Gaston slightly halted.

"Lukee and Allie! They told me to do it!" Joshua lied.

"Is that so?" Gaston cocked his head. "Hmm. I think I shall have a talk with them." He said sternly. "Once I'm finished with you." He clawed his large fingers and tickled again.

"No, Papa! Not there! Not my tummy!" Joshua giggled hysterically again.

"Oh, I think I have found your weakest spot, boy." Gaston smirked. He finally relented, letting his son breathe and patted his belly as Joshua got his breath back. "Well, maybe now you have learned your lesson? Or do you need another one?" He teased.

"No, no, no! I've learned my lesson!" Joshua blurted out, holding his little arms up defensively.

"Good." Gaston harrumphed. He set Joshua on the sofa against the cushions so he could calm down, then rose to his feet. "Now, to find the rest of my wife's little minions." And he strode up the stairs.

Gaston quietly approached the boys' bedroom, and he could hear giddy whispers behind the door. His eyes narrowed as he opened it. "Alright, you two little gremlins. I know you're in here." He spoke, with his hands on his hips.

"Get him!" Luke yelled. He and Allyson clambered out from his bed and they pounced on Gaston from behind.

"Aagghh!" Gaston growled. He snatched Luke from his shoulders, and locked on Allyson's ankle. Luke was under him on the floor. Gaston ran his big fingers up and down his sides. Then he tickled the bottom of Allyson's foot.

"Papa! Pappaaa!" They squealed, wriggling like sardines.

"So, you decided to recruit your younger cohort in the art of stealth, did you?" Gaston grunted.

"N-n-noooo!" Luke shook his head, trying to push his father's hands away.

"Papa, let go! Stop!" Allyson screeched merrily, squirming in all directions.

"Who's idea was it?" Gaston asked.

"J-J-Josh!" Both children blurted.

"Oh! So now you've resorted to passing the blame, hmm?"

"Honest, Papa!"

"Right." Gaston said skeptically. "He's too young for that."

"No, he's not!"

"If I release you, will you come clean?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, very well." Gaston sighed, releasing them. "Alright, who was it?"

"Josh!"

"I said-"

"Papa, it was Josh!" Luke protested.

"He's not the little angel Momma thinks he is!" Allyson added.

"I am shocked at you two."

"HONEST!"

"Alright, I admit. Your younger brother does have a naughty side."

"More like a monopoly." Luke raised his eyebrows.

Gaston was romping around the yard with children when Sarah returned from town. She shook her head, bemused. "Where did these wild puppies come from? I'm going to call my husband!" She blurted.

"We're not puppies, Momma!" Josh cried.

"Yes you are. Come inside and clean yourselves up. I will need your help with supper."

"Aww, Momma." The children sighed.

"Aww, Momma." Gaston moaned.

"Come along." Sarah marched inside the kids followed dutifully. "By the way, I have something very special planned for dessert tonight." She announced tauntingly, emptying her basket on the table while the children washed their hands.

"What?! What is it? What are we having, Momma?" The children asked excitedly.

"Like I said, a surprise."

"Tell us!" Luke begged.

"No."

"Momma, please! We will die from suspense! What are we having?" Allyson asked.

"I'm not saying anything."

"Aww, Momma." Josh pouted, bringing on the puppy dog eyes. Sarah struggled not to smile.

"That won't work this time, Sweetling." She sighed.

"What?"

"Alright. Let me wash up, then we'll prepare dinner." Sarah said, walking to the master bedroom.

"I want to know what we're having for dessert!" Luke whispered loudly.

"So do I!" Allyson agreed.

"Let's look in the basket!" Josh suggested.

"Oh, yes!"

"No so fast." Gaston told them, placing his large hand in front of the grocery wicker. "I think I have a better idea."

"Walk could be better than peeking?" Josh creased his little eyebrows.

Gaston chuckled derisively and leaned down forward whispering, "Your momma is very ticklish. Want to help me?"