When mr tickle is tired of being hated by the townsfolk, he creates minions to later be named mr greedy, mr happy etc: but when they find their own way of people hating them, mr tickle gets revenge on them and traps them in silver platters one by on...
In his small house at the other side of the wood Mr Tickle was asleep.
You didn't know that there was such a thing as a Tickle, did you?
Well, there is!
Tickles are small and round and they have arms that stretch and stretch and stretch.
Extrodinary long arms!
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Mr Tickle was fast asleep. He was having a dream. It must have been a very funny dream because it made him laugh out loud and that woke him up.
He sat up in bed, stretched his extraordinary long arms, and yawned an enormous yawn.
Mr tickle felt hungry, so do you know what he did?
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He reached out one of his extraordinary long arms, opened the bedroom door, reached down the stairs, opened the kitchen door, reached into the kitchen cupboard, opened the biscuit tin, took out a biscuit, brought it back upstairs, in through the bedroom door and back to Mr tickle in bed.
As you can see, it's very useful indeed having arms as long as Mr Tickle's.
Mr tickle munched his biscuit. He looked out of the window.
"Today looks very much like a tickling day". He thought to himself.
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