Penelope's Latest Peril (2 of 2)
by J-Dark
(Author's note: Found this a while ago. It's an old cartoon series about a lovely
southern Belle named Penelope, who happens to be a world famous race car
driver and adventurer. She's always being stalked and hunted by the eccentric
Mr. Sneaky and his alter-ego, The Purple Hooded Claw. She is also helped
by a group of seven short dwarfish cartoon gangsters, known affectionately as
the Anthill Mob Gang. The premise of the show is that The Hooded Claw always
captures Penelope, ties her up, and puts her into some kind of diabolical
complicated trap meant to kill her. Of course, she always escapes somehow,
either from her own ingenuity, or with the help of her inept gangster pals arriving
at the very last second. With that in mind, here's a strategy that the Hooded
Claw SHOULD have considered.)
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(Fast-paced Ragtime music playing in the background.)
Narrator: Oh the humanity!! When last we left Penelope Pittstop, she was in the
clutches of the evil and diabolical Purple Hooded Claw. Having just escaped a
death-dealing doomsday device--- hey, trying saying that three times fast--
Penelope ran smack into The Claw and his henchmen, and was carried away
to be tied up and put into even more perilous peril!!
"Unhand me you brutes!" Penelope yelled, as her tightly tied body was set into
place. "What is the meaning of this? Ah demand that you let me go this very
instant!" As it was, she was going nowhere fast. The Bully Brothers had lashed
her wrists together and tied them to a steel pole running up into the ceiling. With
her hands held high above her head, the Bully boys then proceeded to secure
Penelope's waist in place, tying her tightly against the pole, and her thighs
lashed down to the platform on which she was seated. Her bare ankles, however,
we placed into padded wooden stocks, holding them secure, but exposing her
delicate little old feet to whatever deviltry the Claw had up his sleeve.
"I suppose you're wondering what I've got planned for you THIS time, Penelope
Pittstop!" the Claw asked, with a smirk. He removed a glove and wiggled his
fingers. "Let me ask you a question, my dear. Are you by any chance...
ticklish?" The look on Penelope's face said it all. Her normal restrained, apathetic
look had changed to a look of utter horror.
Eyes wide, she shook her head in denial. "NO! No, you can't! You all can't tickle
my poor helpless defenseless old feet with me all tied up like this! That's... that's
inhuman!" Her feet, long and pale, with tiny little toes, and a high arch, wiggled
desperately, testing the restraints. "Please, you all can't tickle my feet, ah'll just
DIE!"
"That's the general idea, Pittstop!" the Claw chuckled, as he stroked the tender
sole of Penelope's left foot. The plucky heroine bit her lip, shook her head in
denial, but the sensations tormenting her foot would not be denied. A smile
quickly grew on Penelope's face, growing wider and wider, then finally it
happened.
"Tee hee hee hee," she giggled, as her resistance crumbled away. "Stahhhpp.
that... tee hee hee... oh oh it tickles soo omuch!! Tee hee hee... hahahaha..
hehehe heh heh heh hee!"
"Looks like we've got a winner! Mhuahuahuaaa!" the Claw retorted, stroking her
spasming sole. "Okay boys, I need to get set up. Bully Boys, keep Miss
Pittstop... entertained, until I'm ready!" The Bully brothers looked at each other
and grinned. Sometimes being an evil henchman had its perks. With undisguised
glee, the two brothers began an all-out tickle assault on Penelope's bare feet.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!" she screamed as ten fingers began scratching each soft
pale foot. Penelope was beside herself in laughter. "Hahahahahahaha no no no
no hahahaha... nooo.. hahahaha... stop it! stop it!! Blast you tickle twins!!
hahahahahahahahahahaha staaahpp tickling meeee haahahahaha
heheheheee!!" The wild shaking of her head has dislodged her driving helmet,
and her long blonde hair surged up and outward, going all over her face.
"Hey," the first brother said, not even bothering to face the other, "try her toes!
She's VERY ticklish there. It's kinda hard to keep them spread out, but if you
tickle in between them, she goes plumb nuts!" He demonstrated the technique,
wiggling his fingers between Penelope's tiny, plump little toes. Her body bucked
wildly, as if she has been struck by lightning, and her laughter peaked, going
silent for a few seconds before returning to the audible range once more.
"Yer right! Hey, let me try that!" the other brother began mimicking the first's
movements, causing Penelope to thrash and laugh even harder. Within a few
minutes of this treatment, Penelope quickly lost her strength, lying there limply,
laughing weakly while trying to gasp for air.
Penelope was in hel--- er, she was in HECK! The tickling had robbed her of her
strength, and her brain felt like it would explode from the sensations. Her tummy
hurt from laughing so much, and she was seriously regretting that last bottle of
pop she'd had before being captured. The dainty southern belle was extremely
ticklish all over, but her feet were her weakest points. The tickling of her toes in
stereo by both brothers had her on the ropes. Her face was tear-streaked, she
could barely breathe, and spots were dancing before her eyes. Just when she
thought she could stand not a second more, mercifully, the brothers stopped.
"OH! *gasp* Oh, oh, thank you! *wheeze* Thank you... for stopping," she
panted. "A few more seconds and Ah thought Ah would just die!"
"Don't count yourself lucky yet, Pittstop!" the Hooded Claw sneered, as he
brushed the Bully Brothers aside. "I stopped them because I'm now ready to put
you in your latest peril, and I wouldn't want you passing out and missing all the
fun!" He reached over and removed her scarf, then taking a pair of shears, he cut
away her stylish pink racing jacket.
"Stop that, you fiend!" she screamed, red-faced with anger. "How DARE you
disrobe me this way! Why, Ah never!"
"Well there's a first time for everything, Mhuahuahuhaaa!!" the Claw chuckled,
as he revealed her slender arms, and the soft shaved hollows between them, as
well as showing a bit of Penelope's tummy. "Now that you're properly dressed,"
he replied with an evil grin, "allow me to show you my latest diabolical creation!"
He quickly placed several metal boxes around the stone slab: two near the top,
two in the middle, and two at the bottom. Pulling a small lever on the side of each
box caused a grinding metal-on-metal sound. Suddenly, a robotic arm popped up
from each box, each holding a feather.
"These robotic arms were specially crafted to your specifications, Pittstop," the
Claw said, cranking up each device. "They will feather each of your ticklish spots
relentlessly for two hours before they wear down."
Two hours?!? "You evil, deplorable, despicable man!" Penelope cried. "Such
torture! Why not simply kill me and get it over with?"
"Ah, but I've discovered something you fear even worse than death," the Claw
replied, wafting a long feather in front of her face. "I've decided from now on that
killing you is just now... enticing enough. No, Pittstop, I'd rather torment you
endlessly, drive you insane, and break that fiery spirit of yours instead!" With
the last box wound up, he and the Bully Brothers walked to the door. "Well, I'll
see ya in two hours, Pittstop," he said with a chuckle, as the arms began to
move.
Narrator: Oh horror of horrors! Poor Penelope, tickled to insanity, teased and
ortured beyond endurance! Oh where is the cavalry when you really need it?
Where is the Anthill Mob Gang?
"We're right here!!" Clyde yelled over the sound of the engine, as their special
suped up jalopy burned up the highway. "If you REALLY wanna help poor
Penelope, you'd tell us where she is, so we'll stop driving around aimlessly and
save her!"
Narrator: Huh? Wha.. well, you know, that never really occurred to me. Okay,
boys, she's being held in the Hooded Claw's latest hideout, about two more miles
up the road, in a small cave on your right. Hurry boys, hurry!
(Old fashioned ragtime music plays as they drive along towards the captive heroine.)
Narrator: Hurry boys... what? No...NO!! I said on the right, the right, not the left!!
No, don't turn that way!! Look out!!
(A loud bang sounds as they crash into a large bolder, and the scene switches
back to Penelope once more.)
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! " Penelope screeched,
thrashing and flexing madly, as six robotic hands tickled her senseless. The two
at her arms were horrible, stroking her smooth hairless pits, teasing her ticklish
exposed flesh, making her crazy. The sensations at her tummy alone would have
been enough to break her. But it was the relentless stroking at her feet that was
slowly unhinging her.
The robotic arms had been made to feather her toes exclusively, stroking under
the curl, and occasionally sliding in between. Penelope tried in vain to clench her
toes, to catch the evil feather with her toes, and yank them free of the robotic
hand, and give her SOME relief, but her ticklish reflex was too powerful. As soon
as her toes clenched, the fluffy white feather caused her toes to spread wide to
avoid the sensations.
After an entire hour of the treatment, Penelope was a mess. Her beautiful
lustrous blonde hair was wet and stringy, plastered to her head. Her eyes were
red from the tears, and her pale milk white skin was pink, from her face down to
her poor tickled soles. Her muscles felt like limp noodles, and she doubted she
could have got up and escaped even if she had miraculously freed herself from
her bonds. The feathers at her feet began running between her pinky toes and
ring toes, causing her eyes to roll back into her head. At that moment, she would
have got down on her knees and begged to kiss the Claw's feet if only he
promised to stop the tickling.
"Penelope!! We're here!" Clyde yelled as he and the boys filed into the room.
Their clothes were ragged and torn, and smoke trailed from each of them. Seeing
their friend tied down, not in death-defying danger, but in a... ticklish situation,
they all paused, watching, wide-eyed as she was tickle-tortured by the
mechanical arms. After a moment or two, Clyde snapped out of it. "Hey, quit
gawking, you mugs!" he yelled. "Stop those robotic hands, and get Penelope out
of there!"
"Whew, tee hee hee... thanks, guys... hee hee hee," Penelope tittered softly, once
she was free. "Ah thought ah was gonna go out of my mind! Now, let's get out
of here... hee hee... before that evil old Claw comes back!" And as good as her
word, Penelope grabbed her helmet and boots, and jumped back into her car,
driving off once again.
Narrator: Yes friends, Penelope Pittstop has escaped once more, and defeated
her evil nemesis, the Purple Hooded Claw. She was tortured, teased, and tickled
nearly out of her mind, but thanks to her friends, she has managed to emerge
victorious once more. But let us not forget that evil never rests. The Claw is still
out there, ready to strike once again.
The Claw chuckled darkly. "Right you are. Penelope Pittstop may have gotten
away this time, but she's not seen the last of me. And believe me, I'll make sure
DOES get the last laugh! Mhuahuahuahaa!!"
((The END))
by J-Dark
(Author's note: Found this a while ago. It's an old cartoon series about a lovely
southern Belle named Penelope, who happens to be a world famous race car
driver and adventurer. She's always being stalked and hunted by the eccentric
Mr. Sneaky and his alter-ego, The Purple Hooded Claw. She is also helped
by a group of seven short dwarfish cartoon gangsters, known affectionately as
the Anthill Mob Gang. The premise of the show is that The Hooded Claw always
captures Penelope, ties her up, and puts her into some kind of diabolical
complicated trap meant to kill her. Of course, she always escapes somehow,
either from her own ingenuity, or with the help of her inept gangster pals arriving
at the very last second. With that in mind, here's a strategy that the Hooded
Claw SHOULD have considered.)
==================================================
(Fast-paced Ragtime music playing in the background.)
Narrator: Oh the humanity!! When last we left Penelope Pittstop, she was in the
clutches of the evil and diabolical Purple Hooded Claw. Having just escaped a
death-dealing doomsday device--- hey, trying saying that three times fast--
Penelope ran smack into The Claw and his henchmen, and was carried away
to be tied up and put into even more perilous peril!!
"Unhand me you brutes!" Penelope yelled, as her tightly tied body was set into
place. "What is the meaning of this? Ah demand that you let me go this very
instant!" As it was, she was going nowhere fast. The Bully Brothers had lashed
her wrists together and tied them to a steel pole running up into the ceiling. With
her hands held high above her head, the Bully boys then proceeded to secure
Penelope's waist in place, tying her tightly against the pole, and her thighs
lashed down to the platform on which she was seated. Her bare ankles, however,
we placed into padded wooden stocks, holding them secure, but exposing her
delicate little old feet to whatever deviltry the Claw had up his sleeve.
"I suppose you're wondering what I've got planned for you THIS time, Penelope
Pittstop!" the Claw asked, with a smirk. He removed a glove and wiggled his
fingers. "Let me ask you a question, my dear. Are you by any chance...
ticklish?" The look on Penelope's face said it all. Her normal restrained, apathetic
look had changed to a look of utter horror.
Eyes wide, she shook her head in denial. "NO! No, you can't! You all can't tickle
my poor helpless defenseless old feet with me all tied up like this! That's... that's
inhuman!" Her feet, long and pale, with tiny little toes, and a high arch, wiggled
desperately, testing the restraints. "Please, you all can't tickle my feet, ah'll just
DIE!"
"That's the general idea, Pittstop!" the Claw chuckled, as he stroked the tender
sole of Penelope's left foot. The plucky heroine bit her lip, shook her head in
denial, but the sensations tormenting her foot would not be denied. A smile
quickly grew on Penelope's face, growing wider and wider, then finally it
happened.
"Tee hee hee hee," she giggled, as her resistance crumbled away. "Stahhhpp.
that... tee hee hee... oh oh it tickles soo omuch!! Tee hee hee... hahahaha..
hehehe heh heh heh hee!"
"Looks like we've got a winner! Mhuahuahuaaa!" the Claw retorted, stroking her
spasming sole. "Okay boys, I need to get set up. Bully Boys, keep Miss
Pittstop... entertained, until I'm ready!" The Bully brothers looked at each other
and grinned. Sometimes being an evil henchman had its perks. With undisguised
glee, the two brothers began an all-out tickle assault on Penelope's bare feet.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!" she screamed as ten fingers began scratching each soft
pale foot. Penelope was beside herself in laughter. "Hahahahahahaha no no no
no hahahaha... nooo.. hahahaha... stop it! stop it!! Blast you tickle twins!!
hahahahahahahahahahaha staaahpp tickling meeee haahahahaha
heheheheee!!" The wild shaking of her head has dislodged her driving helmet,
and her long blonde hair surged up and outward, going all over her face.
"Hey," the first brother said, not even bothering to face the other, "try her toes!
She's VERY ticklish there. It's kinda hard to keep them spread out, but if you
tickle in between them, she goes plumb nuts!" He demonstrated the technique,
wiggling his fingers between Penelope's tiny, plump little toes. Her body bucked
wildly, as if she has been struck by lightning, and her laughter peaked, going
silent for a few seconds before returning to the audible range once more.
"Yer right! Hey, let me try that!" the other brother began mimicking the first's
movements, causing Penelope to thrash and laugh even harder. Within a few
minutes of this treatment, Penelope quickly lost her strength, lying there limply,
laughing weakly while trying to gasp for air.
Penelope was in hel--- er, she was in HECK! The tickling had robbed her of her
strength, and her brain felt like it would explode from the sensations. Her tummy
hurt from laughing so much, and she was seriously regretting that last bottle of
pop she'd had before being captured. The dainty southern belle was extremely
ticklish all over, but her feet were her weakest points. The tickling of her toes in
stereo by both brothers had her on the ropes. Her face was tear-streaked, she
could barely breathe, and spots were dancing before her eyes. Just when she
thought she could stand not a second more, mercifully, the brothers stopped.
"OH! *gasp* Oh, oh, thank you! *wheeze* Thank you... for stopping," she
panted. "A few more seconds and Ah thought Ah would just die!"
"Don't count yourself lucky yet, Pittstop!" the Hooded Claw sneered, as he
brushed the Bully Brothers aside. "I stopped them because I'm now ready to put
you in your latest peril, and I wouldn't want you passing out and missing all the
fun!" He reached over and removed her scarf, then taking a pair of shears, he cut
away her stylish pink racing jacket.
"Stop that, you fiend!" she screamed, red-faced with anger. "How DARE you
disrobe me this way! Why, Ah never!"
"Well there's a first time for everything, Mhuahuahuhaaa!!" the Claw chuckled,
as he revealed her slender arms, and the soft shaved hollows between them, as
well as showing a bit of Penelope's tummy. "Now that you're properly dressed,"
he replied with an evil grin, "allow me to show you my latest diabolical creation!"
He quickly placed several metal boxes around the stone slab: two near the top,
two in the middle, and two at the bottom. Pulling a small lever on the side of each
box caused a grinding metal-on-metal sound. Suddenly, a robotic arm popped up
from each box, each holding a feather.
"These robotic arms were specially crafted to your specifications, Pittstop," the
Claw said, cranking up each device. "They will feather each of your ticklish spots
relentlessly for two hours before they wear down."
Two hours?!? "You evil, deplorable, despicable man!" Penelope cried. "Such
torture! Why not simply kill me and get it over with?"
"Ah, but I've discovered something you fear even worse than death," the Claw
replied, wafting a long feather in front of her face. "I've decided from now on that
killing you is just now... enticing enough. No, Pittstop, I'd rather torment you
endlessly, drive you insane, and break that fiery spirit of yours instead!" With
the last box wound up, he and the Bully Brothers walked to the door. "Well, I'll
see ya in two hours, Pittstop," he said with a chuckle, as the arms began to
move.
Narrator: Oh horror of horrors! Poor Penelope, tickled to insanity, teased and
ortured beyond endurance! Oh where is the cavalry when you really need it?
Where is the Anthill Mob Gang?
"We're right here!!" Clyde yelled over the sound of the engine, as their special
suped up jalopy burned up the highway. "If you REALLY wanna help poor
Penelope, you'd tell us where she is, so we'll stop driving around aimlessly and
save her!"
Narrator: Huh? Wha.. well, you know, that never really occurred to me. Okay,
boys, she's being held in the Hooded Claw's latest hideout, about two more miles
up the road, in a small cave on your right. Hurry boys, hurry!
(Old fashioned ragtime music plays as they drive along towards the captive heroine.)
Narrator: Hurry boys... what? No...NO!! I said on the right, the right, not the left!!
No, don't turn that way!! Look out!!
(A loud bang sounds as they crash into a large bolder, and the scene switches
back to Penelope once more.)
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! " Penelope screeched,
thrashing and flexing madly, as six robotic hands tickled her senseless. The two
at her arms were horrible, stroking her smooth hairless pits, teasing her ticklish
exposed flesh, making her crazy. The sensations at her tummy alone would have
been enough to break her. But it was the relentless stroking at her feet that was
slowly unhinging her.
The robotic arms had been made to feather her toes exclusively, stroking under
the curl, and occasionally sliding in between. Penelope tried in vain to clench her
toes, to catch the evil feather with her toes, and yank them free of the robotic
hand, and give her SOME relief, but her ticklish reflex was too powerful. As soon
as her toes clenched, the fluffy white feather caused her toes to spread wide to
avoid the sensations.
After an entire hour of the treatment, Penelope was a mess. Her beautiful
lustrous blonde hair was wet and stringy, plastered to her head. Her eyes were
red from the tears, and her pale milk white skin was pink, from her face down to
her poor tickled soles. Her muscles felt like limp noodles, and she doubted she
could have got up and escaped even if she had miraculously freed herself from
her bonds. The feathers at her feet began running between her pinky toes and
ring toes, causing her eyes to roll back into her head. At that moment, she would
have got down on her knees and begged to kiss the Claw's feet if only he
promised to stop the tickling.
"Penelope!! We're here!" Clyde yelled as he and the boys filed into the room.
Their clothes were ragged and torn, and smoke trailed from each of them. Seeing
their friend tied down, not in death-defying danger, but in a... ticklish situation,
they all paused, watching, wide-eyed as she was tickle-tortured by the
mechanical arms. After a moment or two, Clyde snapped out of it. "Hey, quit
gawking, you mugs!" he yelled. "Stop those robotic hands, and get Penelope out
of there!"
"Whew, tee hee hee... thanks, guys... hee hee hee," Penelope tittered softly, once
she was free. "Ah thought ah was gonna go out of my mind! Now, let's get out
of here... hee hee... before that evil old Claw comes back!" And as good as her
word, Penelope grabbed her helmet and boots, and jumped back into her car,
driving off once again.
Narrator: Yes friends, Penelope Pittstop has escaped once more, and defeated
her evil nemesis, the Purple Hooded Claw. She was tortured, teased, and tickled
nearly out of her mind, but thanks to her friends, she has managed to emerge
victorious once more. But let us not forget that evil never rests. The Claw is still
out there, ready to strike once again.
The Claw chuckled darkly. "Right you are. Penelope Pittstop may have gotten
away this time, but she's not seen the last of me. And believe me, I'll make sure
DOES get the last laugh! Mhuahuahuahaa!!"
((The END))
