Chorizo

So because I fell in love with the movie Coco when it first came out, and I just watched it again, I decided to write a little something for it. Hope you all enjoy, and if you haven't seen Coco yet, go find it (aka pirate it) and watch it!
Also, I use a little Spanish in the fic, so here's a little glossary of the Spanish vocabulary in the fic:
abuela- grandmother
primos- cousins
hermanos- siblings
Lo sentio- sorry
cosquillas- tickles/tickling
cosquilloso- ticklish
Chale- (slang) give me a break!

(This got some good feedback on Tumblr, so I'm posting it here too. Hope you all like it!)

"Are you still laughing about the whole 'chorizo thing?"
Miguel and Hector were still on their way to an old friend of Hectors to borrow a guitar. They had just gotten to the ally's of the neighborhood when Hector heard Miguel giggling for the eighth time since he had heard about the chorizo incident back at the rehearsal studio.

Miguel tried to suppress his laughter as he said, "I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it's only a little bit funny."

"That doesn't make me feel better at all!"

Miguel gave up trying to hide his smile and busted out cackling.

"You know, food poisoning is no laughing matter." Hector countered.
Miguel gave a slightly sympathetic look through his laughter. "Okay, you're right. It doesn't sound like the best end." Dispite this, he still had a goofy grin on his face.

"It might not be the most graceful way to go, but at least I wasn't crushed by a giant bell at my own concert like 'Mr. Greatest Musician of all time' was."

"Yeah," Miguel said. "But he doesn't have the nickname chorizo either."

"How is that my fault?!"

Miguel had to stop walking for a second so that he wouldn't fall over from his side splitting laughter.

"Oh, you think that's funny?"
Miguel nodded at him. "Yeah, that's why I'm laughing!"
Hector put his face in his hands and shook his head. "Ay yi yi, you keep laughing like that and you might just laugh yourself to death."

"What?" Miguel said with disbelief. "No ones ever actually died laughing."

Suddenly, an idea popped into the skeletons head.

"Oh really," Hector said with a mischievous smirk. "Are you sure no one can die laughing?"

This was a bad sign for Miguel.

"Uh, I think so." Miguel said as he nervously started backing away. Hector was getting alarmingly closer and had his fingers wiggling towards Miguel.

"Then maybe I should give you something to really laugh about."

That's when Miguel knew he was in trouble. He had seen the same look on all his family members, from his abuela, to his mama and papa, and all his primos and hermanos, all right before they would-

"Don't even think about it," he tried to say as threateningly as he could possibly muster, though right then it didn't seem all that convincing.

"Oh, I've already thought about it." Hector laughed maniacally.

Miguel tried to back away, but he ended up running right into a pile of old wood and bricks.

"Uh, is it to late for lo sentio?" He tried to negotiate.

"Oh yeah, much to late for that."
Well, there goes that brilliant plan.

"Ey, Hector, please don't- ahahaha!" Hector brought down his boney hands to the living boys sides and started scribbling away. Just as Miguel was afraid of; the dreaded cosquillas.

"No Hector! Plehehease! No tihihickling!"

"What's that Miguel?" Hector mocked. "Couldn't quite hear you."

"What part of- AHAHAH no!" Miguel was thrown back into hysteria as he felt the bony fingers reach his underarms.

Hector couldn't help but start laughing along with the boy.
"You know, I had almost forgotten what tickling the living was like, but I can't remember anyone else being this cosquilloso! Tickling the dead isn't nearly this fun!"

"oh shut u- AHAHAH! Okay! I'm sorry!" Miguel had tears in his eyes as he threw his head back, trying to escape from the wiggling fingers.

"I already told you Miguel, its too late for sorry!"

"But I'm dyeheheying!"

Hector gave a mock gasp. "I thought you just said that no one has ever died laughing? Did you lie, Miguel?"

At this point Miguel didn't even care about what he said before; if no one had ever died laughing, then he was about to be the first.
"¡Chale! I gihihive! Just stohohop tickling! ¡Por favor!"

Hector saw the boys eyes streaming with tears of mirth and decided to finally show some mercy. After all, he was trying to help him get out of the land of the dead, not get him stuck there permanently.

As he let up, Miguel finally started to catch his breath and dry the tears from his eyes. "¡Gracias! I thought I might actually, like, die there for a second."

Hector just giggled as he helped the boy back to his feet.

"Well, think next time you start laughing at someone's nickname. Who knows, your nickname might just be cosquillos when you come down here one day." Even with the seriousness of the subject, the statement was said in a light hearted tone.

"Heh, yeah yeah. Still better then chorizo." He joked back.

"Hey, you watch it Mr. ticklish." Hector laughed.

"Whatever you say, chorizo."
Miguel started running ahead, because he knew that Hector was going to try to teach him another lesson.

"Get back here!" Miguel heard come from behind him.

The two laughed and enjoyed the chase all the way down the neighborhood, until their laughter could be heard all throughout the entire land of the dead.