The Tick (1994–1997): Season 3, Episode 7 - Tick vs. Europe - full transcript
The Tick is sent to Antwerp, Belgium on a superhero exchange program to sip flavored coffees, dance until dawn and... oh, yeah... contend with Octopaganini and the Eastern Bloc Robot Cowboy while his Belgian counterpart Eclair hel...
[both cackling]
Come on, that's a villain
laugh. Let's get them!
No, not a villain laugh.
That's the laugh of henchmen,
and I think I know whose.
Octopaganini, right?!
Exactly!
Ah, the mighty Eclair
and your scintillating sidekick, Blitzen,
the sworn defenders of Antwerp.
There you are.
I have a letter for you, mademoiselle.
Hmm. It's from the International
Superhero Exchange Program.
Ah, looks as though I'll
be going away for a month.
But now?!
We're just about to crack
Octopaganini's latest caper!
Ah, not to worry.
I'm sure these Exchange people
know exactly what they're doing.
[laughs]
[excited gibberish]
He's so fluffy!
Come on boy! Dig my love!
Tick. Mail's here.
Ah, there's a letter for you.
[gasps]
Special delivery!
Oh Arthur! The thrill of modern post-ism!
Uh huh. Bills... bills...
Bills... wow!
[Speak grumbles]
[clears throat]
Congratulations! You have been chosen...
[gasps]
Arthur! I've been chosen!
Mm-hmm.
Uh, for what?
To participate in the International
Superhero Exchange Program!
Arthur, I get to change
places with a superhero
from another country
for a whole month!
Ooh! I wonder where they'll send me?
Maybe Rome, the eternal city!
Or Paris, the city of lights!
Or Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization!
Antwerp?
Here's just a little taste of what's
to come, signed An Old Friend?
Let's see what-- Oh, hey Tick!
We got gingerbread men!
[inhales deeply]
Oh and they--
[screams in terror]
Ah, Antwerp... Antwerp...
And aha! Antwerp!
The second-largest city in Belgium.
Well, hello there, cookie man.
[crunches]
Mmm!
Hey, wait a minute...
Tick! Help!
Egad! Unhand him, ginger fiends!
Rest easy, chum. They're gone.
For now...
[violin plays]
[violins duet]
Henchmen: He's here!
Well, open him up! Presto, presto!
Ah, Eastern Bloc Robot Cowboy.
Welcome to Antwerp!
I am Octopaganini.
Certainly you've heard
of my criminal genius?
I am known throughout Europe
as the Virtuoso of Villainy.
The Maestro of Maleficence.
Robotic voice: I'm not
sittin' to jaw all night, partner.
I just spent a month in a goldarned crate.
What's your game?
Hold your horses, cowboy!
I was about to say...
I want your brilliant robotics expertise.
For certainly, any man who
can transplant his own brain
into a walking, talking vending
machine has got the chops,
as we say in the music business.
Even as we speak,
the King of Belgium is in
Antwerp to christen a few ships,
and break ground for the new shopping mall.
And it is widely known
that, when in Antwerp,
the King stops everyday at a certain
sausage stand, just around the corner.
Mustard, your majesty?
This is where he is at his most vulnerable!
[chomps]
Mmm! Good sausage.
And that is where we will
kidnap the king and replace him
with a perfect robotic
replica of your design.
With which, we will rule Belgium!
[Octopaganini cackles]
EBRC: Yee haw! Yahoo! Yippee!
Okay, now, do you have your tickets?
Oh surely, surely. They're right here in--
Ah!
Is he on me? Is he on me?!
You're okay.
[sighs]
Oh, Tick.
Y'know, maybe this isn't the
best time for you to be going away.
I mean, something's up, and I have
a feeling it's only going to get worse.
Ah, flummery, chum!
I'm sure my replacement can
handle a few gingerly upstarts.
Just keep him out of trouble.
Show 'em the ropes.
Tick, the letter said her name was Eclair.
She's a woman.
Yes... and she's a delicious
chocolate-covered pastry!
No, Tick, not that kind of eclair.
In French it means "lightning."
Ooh, lightning; now you're talkin'!
PA: Final boarding call for flight 114...
Hup! Well, see you in a month, Arthur.
Yeah, well, don't get all emotional.
Okay, let's see. Her flight
should be coming in any minute.
Hmm... but what gate?
Eclair: Arthur?
Eclair?
Ah, look at you! Aren't you cunning?
[joints cracking]
[Arthur gasps]
We're going to get along swimmingly!
To the headquarters!
Uh, yeah... Yeah. Listen,
uh... the headquarters, um...
Uh, you see, right now
they're a little, um, infested.
Cockroaches?
Mm... cookies. Ah!
Whoa!
[chuckles]
This exchange thing
just might work out, after all.
Tick: Hello, Europe!
Bonjour! Heh, bonjour. Yes, guten tag.
Tick, over here!
I'm Eclair's sidekick, Blitzen!
Righteous speed-demon and
trust fund party darling of justice!
Ah! Bonjour, Blitzen!
Je suis Le Tique.
That's really great, Tick.
How is your English?
Oh, I... Well, I, um...
Blitzen, huh? My favorite reindeer!
It means "lightning," Tick.
Oh, I thought eclair meant "lightning."
It does. In French.
Blitzen is German.
Tick: Egad! How many
languages do you people have?!
Blitzen: Listen, Tick, here's our problem.
Our archenemy
Octopaganini is about to strike
at the king's favorite
sausage stand.
Ooh! My first day on the continent
and already I've got an archenemy!
Onward, sidekick!
I'm not sure this exchange
thing is such a great idea...
Mmm! Oh, you have outdone
yourself, my good man!
Mmm. Well worth the trip.
Robotic Voice: Thank you.
You... look different today. New hat?
Yup. Into the cart, hombre.
Excuse me? I-- Ooh!
[King exclaims]
[chuckles]
There they are, and they've got the king!
Tick: Majesty snatchers!
Unhand that highness!
Blitzen: The Fortissimo brothers
have the strength of ten men!
Uh, is that five men apiece,
or twenty men all together?
Oh boy.
[Tick grunts]
[straining]
Big get!
Now, after that king-napper!
That's far enough, stranger.
On the count of three, draw.
One. Two.
Oh, uh, well I don't have any--
Three! Slow poke.
[Tick screams]
[sighs]
Europe at its least charming.
Dear Tick, Europe must be great!
Back here, things are okay.
Eclair is a gracious guest, and
a powerful force for goodness.
Every morning she makes
delicious Belgian waffles.
Yum yum!
But, oh those gingerbread men!
They are some tough, ruthless cookies.
Night times are the worst.
[screams]
It turns out all of the other
superheroes have gotten them too.
Die Fledermaus says
he hasn't slept in a week.
[screams in terror]
[laughs]
Fledermaus, silly goose!
[clears throat]
Dear Arthur, having a wonderful time.
Wish you were here.
Belgians are a polite
but mysterious people.
I've been hardly scolded
for my normal mode of travel.
These Europeans can get pretty touchy
about their architectural treasures.
Now I do most of my patrolling
on the back of Blitzen's motorcycle.
Each morning starts at the café
with a leisurely crème coffee,
a delightful little crescent roll,
and a look at the day's news.
Then it's off to scour the underworld,
pressing for leads on the kidnapped king.
After a hearty lunch, it's
time for an afternoon siesta.
Then we dance 'til dawn at
Antwerp's hottest night spots.
[dance music]
The King of Belgium has been kidnapped!
Ah, Octopaganini. So
that's what he was up to!
But I don't understand.
How can Tick and Blitzen just sit
around in cafés and go dancing when--
ugh...
when a crime that serious
has been committed.
Arthur, we Europeans take a
long-range view of these things.
[thunder]
More whipped cream?
[Octopaganini chuckles]
The King of Belgium helpless in the
spidery clutches of Octopaganini!
[laughs]
EBRC: Turn to the left, please.
Come now, Eastern Block Robot Cowboy,
we have no time for your finishing touches.
At any moment that meddling
Blitzen and her ugly American
tourist could discover my lair!
Whatever you're planning,
you won't get away with it.
You know, you are
becoming quite a royal pain.
But no matter! We have a new king now.
I am the King of Belgium.
Give me all the money.
Ha ha. Yippee-ai-kay-
[robotic beeping] ya-yo!
My subjects will never mistake
that mechanical monstrosity for their king.
It's laughable.
Yes, Your Majesty.
[laughs]
We will be laughing Belgium's
riches all the way to a Swiss bank.
[chuckles]
Come on boys!
Let's go call a royal press conference.
Ha ha ha!
[all cackle]
Another postcard to The Tick?
Truly, Arthur, you are a loyal sidekick.
Well, thank you, but I
know he'd want to hear
how all that gingerbread
business turned out.
I got 'em. I got 'em!
The battle was long and hard.
Two dozen against one!
But in the end, the Maus prevailed.
They went stale, didn't
they, Die Fledermaus?
What?
They went stale. They stiffened up.
They stopped moving. Just like ours, right?
Oh, well, uh...
[stammers]
I mean I would've had 'em,
if they lasted.
Hey! It's Eclair, my favorite cream puff.
Tell me, what flavor is your filling?
Ooh, lightning flavor!
[chuckles]
I'll be checking my mail.
Hey, a letter!
[sing-song]
Somebody loves Die Fledermaus!
Come on, sidekick. Let's go on patrol.
Ah. Oh, it's from the Breadmaster.
Oh, the Breadmaster!
I should've known.
Breadmaster: By now, as
you know, my wondrous
gingerbread minions have gone stale.
But that is not the
end of my brutal batter!
I have poured the rest into a
new recipe for delicious destruction.
[cackles maniacally]
Wow. He wrote out his villain laugh.
Ha ha ha. What a turkey.
[distant rumble grows]
Maus: Oh man!
[cackles evilly]
Breadmaster, you are
a disgrace to your apron!
Oh! Three heroes all in a row.
[chuckles]
Taste my blintz-krieg!
Eclair: Incoming blintzes!
[explosion]
This is glazed gingerbread!
It's reflecting my lightning;
I can't chance using it!
Um, I think I've got an idea.
Me too! Let's go home!
Eclair, can you cover me?
Like a blanket, sweetheart. Let's go!
Ah, Eclair, the meddling pastry.
Try some of my quick-setting frosting.
[Eclair struggles]
[Breadmaster laughs]
You twisted, twisted man!
Hello. I am the King of Belgium.
I hereby appoint Octopaganini
as my new Prime Minister.
Give him all the money.
Ah, thank you very much, Your Majesty.
Blitzen: What?!
OP: Please make out your checks
payable to Octopaganini,
care of the Royal Palace in Brussels.
Wow, the king must really like that guy!
Yeah, I have a funny
feeling about that king.
[crowd gasps]
[winding down]
Hello. I am the King of Belgium...
Ah... regicide! Regicide!
The king is dead.
Long live, uh, me! Ha ha ha!
[Fortissimos grumble]
Tick: Spoon!
[clears throat]
Uh, ich bin ein Berliner!
[robotic beeping]
Blue stranger!
This town ain't big enough for you.
I'm calling you out!
On the count of three, draw!
Oh, man!
[struggles]
I'm sorry to have to crush you, madam.
It was my intention to take over
The City with much more finesse,
but my hench-cookies went stale.
And do you know why they went stale?
Because I have baking integrity.
I am pure.
My cookies contain no
artificial preservatives!
And for that alone I must applaud you.
Excuse me?
I too have been sorely disappointed by
the quality of baked goods in this country.
The bread is bleached,
soaked in chemicals; flavorless!
Oh, a kindred spirit?
Well, goodbye!
Milk beats cookies!
Ugh. Drat!
You've dunked my treads!
Buttery Pat, load the heavy artillery!
Well, eclair woman,
eat this eclair!
I've got one shot. Better make it good!
Fire!
[massive explosion]
Breadmaster: No!
All right!
One.
Oh, man. I can't stand this guy.
[robotic whir]
Two.
Well, let's just see how
you fare against two bits
of flat, shiny America!
Three!
Dagnabbit!
All right! I bought his brain!
[speaking foreign language]
Okay, Octopaganini, give us our king back!
So, Arthur,
once again we've found that you
can't disguise the foul taste of evil
with artificial, or even
natural sweeteners.
The recipe for goodness is ever elusive,
but here's a little tip...
When a nice, clean brain
tumbles to the dirty street,
to lie among the discarded wrappers
and spat out gum wads of wickedness,
you can't just pick it up and
wash it off with soap and water!
You've gotta think it
clean from the inside out!
Right, King?
Don't ask me!
Okay!
Right, Blitzen?
Right, Arthur?
Right!
26-year-old Helmut Fitzgerald writes,
Dear Tick, what makes us ticklish?
Well, it's not that we're ticklish
as much as our skin is ticklish.
[chuckles]
Skin; ten layers thick and dying on top!
The largest organ our
bodies have to offer.
And those who tickle
the ivories of that organ
are playing the oldest
song in the body's book.
That's why a child's
laughter is so much like music!
And that's why people
are ticklish, Helmut;
because people need to laugh!
Come on, that's a villain
laugh. Let's get them!
No, not a villain laugh.
That's the laugh of henchmen,
and I think I know whose.
Octopaganini, right?!
Exactly!
Ah, the mighty Eclair
and your scintillating sidekick, Blitzen,
the sworn defenders of Antwerp.
There you are.
I have a letter for you, mademoiselle.
Hmm. It's from the International
Superhero Exchange Program.
Ah, looks as though I'll
be going away for a month.
But now?!
We're just about to crack
Octopaganini's latest caper!
Ah, not to worry.
I'm sure these Exchange people
know exactly what they're doing.
[laughs]
[excited gibberish]
He's so fluffy!
Come on boy! Dig my love!
Tick. Mail's here.
Ah, there's a letter for you.
[gasps]
Special delivery!
Oh Arthur! The thrill of modern post-ism!
Uh huh. Bills... bills...
Bills... wow!
[Speak grumbles]
[clears throat]
Congratulations! You have been chosen...
[gasps]
Arthur! I've been chosen!
Mm-hmm.
Uh, for what?
To participate in the International
Superhero Exchange Program!
Arthur, I get to change
places with a superhero
from another country
for a whole month!
Ooh! I wonder where they'll send me?
Maybe Rome, the eternal city!
Or Paris, the city of lights!
Or Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization!
Antwerp?
Here's just a little taste of what's
to come, signed An Old Friend?
Let's see what-- Oh, hey Tick!
We got gingerbread men!
[inhales deeply]
Oh and they--
[screams in terror]
Ah, Antwerp... Antwerp...
And aha! Antwerp!
The second-largest city in Belgium.
Well, hello there, cookie man.
[crunches]
Mmm!
Hey, wait a minute...
Tick! Help!
Egad! Unhand him, ginger fiends!
Rest easy, chum. They're gone.
For now...
[violin plays]
[violins duet]
Henchmen: He's here!
Well, open him up! Presto, presto!
Ah, Eastern Bloc Robot Cowboy.
Welcome to Antwerp!
I am Octopaganini.
Certainly you've heard
of my criminal genius?
I am known throughout Europe
as the Virtuoso of Villainy.
The Maestro of Maleficence.
Robotic voice: I'm not
sittin' to jaw all night, partner.
I just spent a month in a goldarned crate.
What's your game?
Hold your horses, cowboy!
I was about to say...
I want your brilliant robotics expertise.
For certainly, any man who
can transplant his own brain
into a walking, talking vending
machine has got the chops,
as we say in the music business.
Even as we speak,
the King of Belgium is in
Antwerp to christen a few ships,
and break ground for the new shopping mall.
And it is widely known
that, when in Antwerp,
the King stops everyday at a certain
sausage stand, just around the corner.
Mustard, your majesty?
This is where he is at his most vulnerable!
[chomps]
Mmm! Good sausage.
And that is where we will
kidnap the king and replace him
with a perfect robotic
replica of your design.
With which, we will rule Belgium!
[Octopaganini cackles]
EBRC: Yee haw! Yahoo! Yippee!
Okay, now, do you have your tickets?
Oh surely, surely. They're right here in--
Ah!
Is he on me? Is he on me?!
You're okay.
[sighs]
Oh, Tick.
Y'know, maybe this isn't the
best time for you to be going away.
I mean, something's up, and I have
a feeling it's only going to get worse.
Ah, flummery, chum!
I'm sure my replacement can
handle a few gingerly upstarts.
Just keep him out of trouble.
Show 'em the ropes.
Tick, the letter said her name was Eclair.
She's a woman.
Yes... and she's a delicious
chocolate-covered pastry!
No, Tick, not that kind of eclair.
In French it means "lightning."
Ooh, lightning; now you're talkin'!
PA: Final boarding call for flight 114...
Hup! Well, see you in a month, Arthur.
Yeah, well, don't get all emotional.
Okay, let's see. Her flight
should be coming in any minute.
Hmm... but what gate?
Eclair: Arthur?
Eclair?
Ah, look at you! Aren't you cunning?
[joints cracking]
[Arthur gasps]
We're going to get along swimmingly!
To the headquarters!
Uh, yeah... Yeah. Listen,
uh... the headquarters, um...
Uh, you see, right now
they're a little, um, infested.
Cockroaches?
Mm... cookies. Ah!
Whoa!
[chuckles]
This exchange thing
just might work out, after all.
Tick: Hello, Europe!
Bonjour! Heh, bonjour. Yes, guten tag.
Tick, over here!
I'm Eclair's sidekick, Blitzen!
Righteous speed-demon and
trust fund party darling of justice!
Ah! Bonjour, Blitzen!
Je suis Le Tique.
That's really great, Tick.
How is your English?
Oh, I... Well, I, um...
Blitzen, huh? My favorite reindeer!
It means "lightning," Tick.
Oh, I thought eclair meant "lightning."
It does. In French.
Blitzen is German.
Tick: Egad! How many
languages do you people have?!
Blitzen: Listen, Tick, here's our problem.
Our archenemy
Octopaganini is about to strike
at the king's favorite
sausage stand.
Ooh! My first day on the continent
and already I've got an archenemy!
Onward, sidekick!
I'm not sure this exchange
thing is such a great idea...
Mmm! Oh, you have outdone
yourself, my good man!
Mmm. Well worth the trip.
Robotic Voice: Thank you.
You... look different today. New hat?
Yup. Into the cart, hombre.
Excuse me? I-- Ooh!
[King exclaims]
[chuckles]
There they are, and they've got the king!
Tick: Majesty snatchers!
Unhand that highness!
Blitzen: The Fortissimo brothers
have the strength of ten men!
Uh, is that five men apiece,
or twenty men all together?
Oh boy.
[Tick grunts]
[straining]
Big get!
Now, after that king-napper!
That's far enough, stranger.
On the count of three, draw.
One. Two.
Oh, uh, well I don't have any--
Three! Slow poke.
[Tick screams]
[sighs]
Europe at its least charming.
Dear Tick, Europe must be great!
Back here, things are okay.
Eclair is a gracious guest, and
a powerful force for goodness.
Every morning she makes
delicious Belgian waffles.
Yum yum!
But, oh those gingerbread men!
They are some tough, ruthless cookies.
Night times are the worst.
[screams]
It turns out all of the other
superheroes have gotten them too.
Die Fledermaus says
he hasn't slept in a week.
[screams in terror]
[laughs]
Fledermaus, silly goose!
[clears throat]
Dear Arthur, having a wonderful time.
Wish you were here.
Belgians are a polite
but mysterious people.
I've been hardly scolded
for my normal mode of travel.
These Europeans can get pretty touchy
about their architectural treasures.
Now I do most of my patrolling
on the back of Blitzen's motorcycle.
Each morning starts at the café
with a leisurely crème coffee,
a delightful little crescent roll,
and a look at the day's news.
Then it's off to scour the underworld,
pressing for leads on the kidnapped king.
After a hearty lunch, it's
time for an afternoon siesta.
Then we dance 'til dawn at
Antwerp's hottest night spots.
[dance music]
The King of Belgium has been kidnapped!
Ah, Octopaganini. So
that's what he was up to!
But I don't understand.
How can Tick and Blitzen just sit
around in cafés and go dancing when--
ugh...
when a crime that serious
has been committed.
Arthur, we Europeans take a
long-range view of these things.
[thunder]
More whipped cream?
[Octopaganini chuckles]
The King of Belgium helpless in the
spidery clutches of Octopaganini!
[laughs]
EBRC: Turn to the left, please.
Come now, Eastern Block Robot Cowboy,
we have no time for your finishing touches.
At any moment that meddling
Blitzen and her ugly American
tourist could discover my lair!
Whatever you're planning,
you won't get away with it.
You know, you are
becoming quite a royal pain.
But no matter! We have a new king now.
I am the King of Belgium.
Give me all the money.
Ha ha. Yippee-ai-kay-
[robotic beeping] ya-yo!
My subjects will never mistake
that mechanical monstrosity for their king.
It's laughable.
Yes, Your Majesty.
[laughs]
We will be laughing Belgium's
riches all the way to a Swiss bank.
[chuckles]
Come on boys!
Let's go call a royal press conference.
Ha ha ha!
[all cackle]
Another postcard to The Tick?
Truly, Arthur, you are a loyal sidekick.
Well, thank you, but I
know he'd want to hear
how all that gingerbread
business turned out.
I got 'em. I got 'em!
The battle was long and hard.
Two dozen against one!
But in the end, the Maus prevailed.
They went stale, didn't
they, Die Fledermaus?
What?
They went stale. They stiffened up.
They stopped moving. Just like ours, right?
Oh, well, uh...
[stammers]
I mean I would've had 'em,
if they lasted.
Hey! It's Eclair, my favorite cream puff.
Tell me, what flavor is your filling?
Ooh, lightning flavor!
[chuckles]
I'll be checking my mail.
Hey, a letter!
[sing-song]
Somebody loves Die Fledermaus!
Come on, sidekick. Let's go on patrol.
Ah. Oh, it's from the Breadmaster.
Oh, the Breadmaster!
I should've known.
Breadmaster: By now, as
you know, my wondrous
gingerbread minions have gone stale.
But that is not the
end of my brutal batter!
I have poured the rest into a
new recipe for delicious destruction.
[cackles maniacally]
Wow. He wrote out his villain laugh.
Ha ha ha. What a turkey.
[distant rumble grows]
Maus: Oh man!
[cackles evilly]
Breadmaster, you are
a disgrace to your apron!
Oh! Three heroes all in a row.
[chuckles]
Taste my blintz-krieg!
Eclair: Incoming blintzes!
[explosion]
This is glazed gingerbread!
It's reflecting my lightning;
I can't chance using it!
Um, I think I've got an idea.
Me too! Let's go home!
Eclair, can you cover me?
Like a blanket, sweetheart. Let's go!
Ah, Eclair, the meddling pastry.
Try some of my quick-setting frosting.
[Eclair struggles]
[Breadmaster laughs]
You twisted, twisted man!
Hello. I am the King of Belgium.
I hereby appoint Octopaganini
as my new Prime Minister.
Give him all the money.
Ah, thank you very much, Your Majesty.
Blitzen: What?!
OP: Please make out your checks
payable to Octopaganini,
care of the Royal Palace in Brussels.
Wow, the king must really like that guy!
Yeah, I have a funny
feeling about that king.
[crowd gasps]
[winding down]
Hello. I am the King of Belgium...
Ah... regicide! Regicide!
The king is dead.
Long live, uh, me! Ha ha ha!
[Fortissimos grumble]
Tick: Spoon!
[clears throat]
Uh, ich bin ein Berliner!
[robotic beeping]
Blue stranger!
This town ain't big enough for you.
I'm calling you out!
On the count of three, draw!
Oh, man!
[struggles]
I'm sorry to have to crush you, madam.
It was my intention to take over
The City with much more finesse,
but my hench-cookies went stale.
And do you know why they went stale?
Because I have baking integrity.
I am pure.
My cookies contain no
artificial preservatives!
And for that alone I must applaud you.
Excuse me?
I too have been sorely disappointed by
the quality of baked goods in this country.
The bread is bleached,
soaked in chemicals; flavorless!
Oh, a kindred spirit?
Well, goodbye!
Milk beats cookies!
Ugh. Drat!
You've dunked my treads!
Buttery Pat, load the heavy artillery!
Well, eclair woman,
eat this eclair!
I've got one shot. Better make it good!
Fire!
[massive explosion]
Breadmaster: No!
All right!
One.
Oh, man. I can't stand this guy.
[robotic whir]
Two.
Well, let's just see how
you fare against two bits
of flat, shiny America!
Three!
Dagnabbit!
All right! I bought his brain!
[speaking foreign language]
Okay, Octopaganini, give us our king back!
So, Arthur,
once again we've found that you
can't disguise the foul taste of evil
with artificial, or even
natural sweeteners.
The recipe for goodness is ever elusive,
but here's a little tip...
When a nice, clean brain
tumbles to the dirty street,
to lie among the discarded wrappers
and spat out gum wads of wickedness,
you can't just pick it up and
wash it off with soap and water!
You've gotta think it
clean from the inside out!
Right, King?
Don't ask me!
Okay!
Right, Blitzen?
Right, Arthur?
Right!
26-year-old Helmut Fitzgerald writes,
Dear Tick, what makes us ticklish?
Well, it's not that we're ticklish
as much as our skin is ticklish.
[chuckles]
Skin; ten layers thick and dying on top!
The largest organ our
bodies have to offer.
And those who tickle
the ivories of that organ
are playing the oldest
song in the body's book.
That's why a child's
laughter is so much like music!
And that's why people
are ticklish, Helmut;
because people need to laugh!