The Laughing Box

         You are still dangling upside-down next to Tess, both of you having your feet incessantly stroked by feather tips while you both cackle with laughter. Glancing over at her, you see that she too is laughing and smiling, but you wonder if she is also secretly feeling as panicked and terrified as you! Will this whole ride be as exasperating as this?!?

         Suddenly, you are both sent into another conniption of terrified screams when a beach-ball-sized bulbous clownish head suddenly comes accordianing down right between you and Tess’s seats, as if it is looking down at the two of you from the darkness above. You and Tess both shriek in unison at the surprise, and go into an even worse tantrum when it says in a laughing, goofy-sounding recorded voice: Welcome to The Laughing Box! Aren’t we having FUN? Ha!Ha!Ha! Yes you ARE! LaughLaughLaugh for us! Oochie, goochie-goo!”, while robotic cartoonish hands suddenly sprout out from somewhere behind your seat-backs, a pair for the two of you, and begin their coordinated tickling and stroking attacks!

         You are screaming bloody murder, but still look like you are laughing and having a good time to the girls in the other cars, who are laughing and egging the creepy clownish mechanoid on to continue tickling you! Your head is pounding from all the blood rushing to it, and you are sent into renewed hysterics when you feel the hands getting a little too touchy-feely for comfort, insinuating their way under your tight top and even into your stretchy leggings!

         You want to scream out, “MAKE IT STOP!”, but you are too flabbergasted with every new sensation as your hands try to fend off the snakelike appendages assaulting your body. The hands eventually leave-off from their fondling all over your torso to take a turn at some fingertip sole-tickling! You are literally crying with laughter and nearly out of breath! You feel like you are about to faint while all the other girls seem oblivious to your desperation!

         Just as you think you can’t take any more of this treatment, the carnival car abruptly rights itself, slamming you back against the cushy backs again, and a metal rail locks into place right in front of both you and your ride-partner Tess’s tummies. While the car slides back into action on the rails, the scary bobbing clown-head calls out: “That was fun, wasn’t it? Now on to more excitement inside The Tickle Box! Bye girls! Ta-Ta!”, and the car again picks up speed inside the pitch dark ride, sending you and Tess hurtling forward on into the twisting and turning, up, down, and around ride.

         You seem to be handling this traditional thrill-ride part better than Tess, who looks a tad blanched as you careen down the track. Perhaps because you are so thankful that the tickling has subsided. Trying to yell over the loud music and laughter inside the ride, “I think I just got groped by a robot, Tess!”

         “Me too Brenna! This isn’t at ALL like I thought this ride would be!”, she yells back in her tiny voice over the loudspeakers inside the ride, as the both of you round a bend in the dark tunnel, and suddenly the car stops in it’s tracks again, and the girl’s seat suddenly folds out so that their legs are now trapped-in-place facing straight in front of them.