Perry the Platypus arrived at Doofensmirtz's lair and looked around. The mad scientist was nowhere to be seen, but Perry could sense that something was amiss. He approached a slightly open door and then noticed a bucket of powder set right on top. Perry smirked at this, realizing that Doofensmirtz had prepared a trap of knock-out powder for him. Oh well, I'll play along, thought the platypus. So he pushed slowly against the door until the knock-out powder came tumbling down all over him, the bucket hitting his head in the process.

When Perry woke up he couldn't move. He soon realized he was tied to a cold metal table in an X shape. "Oh good! You're awake!" came a familiar, scratchy voice. Perry lifted his head and looked around the laboratory. Doofensmirtz rubbed his hands together in excitement. "And now I will do something that I've always wanted to do… tickle you into hysterics! Ha!"

Perry gulped. You wouldn't dare…

Doofensmirtz giggled as he flipped a switch on his ticklinator. The machine made a buzzing noise, then a large feathered claw began moving towards Perry's exposed belly. The platypus braced himself by sucking in his stomach, but there was no way out. Within seconds, the feathered claw was skittering on his belly, making him burst into laughter.

"AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU VILLIANHEHEHHEHEN! TURN IT OHOHOHOHOFF! EEEKHEHEHEHEHEEHE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Perry shrieked and twisted, trying to get away from the offending claw.

Doofensmirtz watched with an evil smile. "Ooh, this is quite entertaining! I should have brought popcorn!"

"Y-YOU'LL NEHEHEHEHEHHEVER GET AWAY WITH THIHIHIHIS!" warned the hysterical platypus as he tried to fight off the horrible tickly sensation. But it was no use. His stomach was his worst spot. Still, he refused to yield.

"Oh, but I will get away with it!" laughed Doofensmirtz. "In fact, I might even do this!" He pushed another button on the ticklinator. Then four white feathers popped out of the table and started brushing Perry's armpits – his second most ticklish area.

"HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT! THIS IS TORTURE! M-MAKE IT STOHOHOHOP!" Perry was begging for it to stop, but secretly he had always wanted to be tickled like this.

"Not until you let me win!" sing-songed Doofensmirtz.

"NOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOHOHOHO! NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVER!"

"If I stop the tickling, will you stay as my prisoner for two days?"

"HAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! NOOO! I- I REFUSE! I REFUHUHUHUHUSE!"

"Oh really!? Well, let's just see how you like THIS!" Doofensmirtz excitedly punched another button, causing a huge feathery pinwheel to come down on Perry's vulnerable belly. Now there were thousands of dastardly feathers washing over the ticklish platypus. It was so unbearable that he had to give in.

"EEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEOKAYOKAYOKAY! YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIN! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA! I GIVE UP! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Doorensmirtz shut off the ticklinator and ran over to Perry. "I win? Did you say I WIN!?" Perry nodded as he caught his breath.

The scientist whooped in excitement and danced a goofy dance of victory. Perry smiled and rolled his eyes, regaining his breath.

"I'll let your owners know where you are," Doofensmirtz told him, after his wild victory dance was over. Then he tied a blindfold over Perry's eyes and rushed off to send the note.

Perry shook his head as a smirk crept across his face. He could totally escape from this, but decided it's not so bad if Doofensmirtz wins once in awhile.

The End