I sat on the couch that night, attending to a primal, carnal need of mine. Foolishly, I hadn’t been paying attention to the television until I heard a voice that seemed to come from all around me.

“Looks like someone needs a tickle.” it said.

I became transfixed by the television as Mr. Tickle’s orange arms began to protrude from the screen, becoming three dimensional orange fingers and hands.

In moments, he was out of the television, with me restrained by his long, tentacle-like appendages.

He began to tickle places that were not meant to be tickled by a child’s cartoon character.

I survived, but barely. So, I warn you: late at night, be careful of your television, or this may happen to you.

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You laugh nervously as you look around you, thinking “That couldn’t be possible.” But it is, and it will happen…

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But don’t worry…

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...He’ll be gentle.

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“Looks like someone needs a tickle.”