The Pickle-Tickler

I am known as the Pickle. To some, it’s Darth Pickle. I have been on his trail for weeks, always one step behind. That’s all right, because I can feel myself getting closer. Any day now, I’ll catch up with the Pickle-Tickler. He thinks he’s funny, but we’ll see who laughs last.

It was 10:30 at night. I was siting down to watch the tube. I even made myself a sandwich. That’s when the phone rang. I picked it up. I did not recognize the voice, but she said she had information for me. I am to go to the bowling alley and ask for Strike Master J. Sounds like one of those rap artists I keep hearing about. You know, like C-Pac or P. Diddle. Anyways, I packed up my things and went to the bowling alley.

I walked in and my eyes needed a minute to adjust to the darkness. I looked around for anything suspicious and then went to the cashier. I asked for Strike Master J. and she pointed to a blond curly-haired female. As I walked closer to her, she turned to reveal the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen.

We spoke for a little while. She said that she was Strike Master J. When I asked her for the information, she told me that the Pickle-Tickler was going to strike tomorrow at 4 PM. This was interesting. She said the Pickle-Tickler would be at the park on the west side of the city. I asked her how she knew all this. She looked around quickly and said she had to go. Then, she went.

I sat there thinking about all this information. Could this be a bogus lead? Was she working for the Pickle-Tickler? Too much here did not add up. I walked home in the dark. I was listening to the cars drive by and to the people talking as they walked by. I stopped at a set of lights and waited for it to turn green. As I waited, I looked over to the other side of the street. And to my surprise, it was Zeeba!

Zeeba had straight blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was once associated with the Pickle-Tickler. She did not see me, so I followed her for three blocks. She then went into this house. I decided to hang around outside for awhile. A couple of hours went by and nothing. Stakeouts were a very long and boring process.

Just as I was about to get up and leave, the door opened. Strike Master J. came out with Zeeba. Very peculiar. I sat still as they walked down the street. Once they were far enough, I got up to follow them. Just then, a car stopped and they hopped in. I did not have time to get the license plate number. That’s okay. I’ll go home and finish my sandwich.

The next day, I did a few errands, ordered some food for lunch and they got ready to go to the park. When 4 PM rolled around, I was in the park already, checking things out. This strange thing kept happening. I was hearing laughter in the distance. It was very annoying. As I came around the corner lined with trees, two people, both laughing and giggling, jumped me and I fell to the ground.

When I looked at them, I saw that it was Zeeba and Strike Master J. They were tickling me, the Pickle. That’s when it hit me, they were the Pickle-Ticklers, and I was the Pickle being tickled. I had fallen into their trap. It was a sad day for all, except for me, I was laughing.