Space Ship Sappy

[AM Harm760]

Three Stooges in "Space Ship Sappy" (FFF/MMM barefoot tickletorture)

It had been quite a long flight, but the rocket was finally touching
down on the surface of the moon. They would have gotten there sooner,
only the Professor and his daughter were not expecting to take their test
flight until after their three new friends had gotten out of the ship; of
course, they also didn't expect Curly to accidentally hit the "ignition"
button and launch them all ahead of schedule....

The Professor, an older man with greying hair and darkening vision,
was glad to have landed safely; he was also glad that his pretty young
daughter was with him as well. She also provided some incentive for Moe,
Larry and Curly to act like men and help him with his work. "Someone
needs to go outside and explore, while my daughter and I go to work on
preparing the rocketship for our return flight -- we can't stay here for
more than an hour or two without risking running out of all power -- then
we'd never be able to get back!"

"Don't worry, Father," his daughter said. "I'm sure these three fine
gentlemen would be more than happy to help us out with our research in the
meantime...."

"It's the least that we can do -- especially since this lame-brain is
the one responsible for us being here," Moe said, and then smacked his
brother Curly on the back of his head.

"Hey, what's the big idea? Why, I ought to...!" Curly had had enough
of this sort of abuse. He took a quick swing at Moe, who ducked at the
last moment, causing him to hit Larry instead.

"Watch it, will you?!" Larry had had about enough of this, too!

"The atmosphere is surprisingly a lot like earth's according to our
instruments. Looks like you won't need the spacesuits after all," the
Professor said. His daughter also pointed out that this was fortunate,
since they only had two suits anyway; at least it was safe then for their
friends to go out and explore in their street clothes.

"You can count on us, professor," promised Moe. "And YOU can count
on us, too," Curly said, leering at the Professor's daughter. Larry
grabbed the back of Curlys shirt in protest of his uncouth behavior, only
to have Moe take hold of him by his hair. "He's MY brother; I'LL take
care of him, wise guy!" "Why don't all three of you get out already!"
The Professor's daughter was starting to lose her patience, and the boys
decided they had better get going if they were going to be able to compete
against each other for her affections....

While The Professor and his daughter went to work on prepping the
rocket for the flight back from the moon, Moe, Larry and Curly began
exploring. The moon's surface was quite barren; sort of like a temperate
desert, very dusty, with a few rock formations here and there.... It
wasn't long before they were complaining to one another about how sore
their feet were from walking across the pebbly terrain in their dress
shoes. "At least two of us could have worn the boots from the spacesuits
in the ship...why didn't one of you lamebrains think of that before we
left," Moe asked angrily.

Now they were approaching a somewhat larger rock formation, a number
of big stones arranged in some sort of cleared area; but they could see
that they would have to pass through a tight little passage between two of
the formations to see what might be in the clearing. There was just
enough room for them to go single file, once they finally finished arguing
about which of them should be in front, and who should be in the back....
The corridor was about ten feet long, and three feet wide.... Moe was
just about to step out into the clearing when he noticed an odd sight. In
the middle of the clearing -- which was in a rough circle, about twenty
yards wide -- were three slender wooden poles, about eight feet high and
three yards apart, apparently driven into the dusty ground of the clearing.

"Hey, boys; check this out," Moe started to say as he turned to pass
the message on to Larry, who was right behind him, with Curly bringing up
the rear. The next thing he knew, the ground was rushing up to meet his
face; he could have sworn he heard a bell chime -- no, three chimes, then
he suddenly had a terrible headache.... Like Larry and Curly, he was
blacking out from a blow to the top of his head....

At first, only darkness; then, some sounds, like voices...feminine
voices...talking quietly...and in some strange sort of language never
before heard by man.... Next, they felt something...like they were losing
their balance, except that something was keeping them from falling over.
When they went to use their hands to steady themsleves, they realized that
they couldn't move them...that their hands were tied behind their backs....

As their eyes slowly began to open, they began to realize that they
were standing in the middle of the clearing...but they couldn't see the
poles that Moe had mentioned before...then they realized that this was
because they were now tied to them....

Each one of them then noticed some sort of movement about their right
foot...as if their shoelaces were being untied.... The three stooges
shook their heads, and looked downward, at first spotting the caveman-like
clubs that had knocked them unconscious. And then they noticed the
pretty young women at their feet, dressed in leopard skins, just like the
women they had encountered on their last trip on the Amazon. The women
were chatting away with one another in whatever moon language they spoke,
stopping when they saw that their captives had finally awoken....

The boys began exchanging glances with one another, looking quite
worried. "Hey, Moe; what's happening," queried Curly. "I've got a bad
feeling about this, Moe," lamented Larry. "So do I," said Moe worriedly,
as he directed his gaze again at the amazon moon woman removing his right
shoe.... She looked up at him for a moment, right into his eyes...and
gave him a devilish smirk. Moe's hair stood right up on end as he began
to imagine what might happen to them next. The woman removing his shoe
only looked at the one removing Larry's right shoe, said something that
sounded like gibberish, and continued her work. All three of the women
then giggled an evil little laugh, and continued with their work....

As each amazon woman began removing her stooge's right sock, they
boys noticed that each one of them was also crouching next to a little
leather bag, much like the medicine bags carried by the tribes they found
on their jungle journeys. Larry was getting very, very nervous; "Oh, no;
you don't think...?"

"I'm afraid so, Larry," Moe said. "Oh, no," Curly said, and then let
out a little nervous laugh. "Do you mean...," said Larry; "Yes," said
Moe; "I think they're going to...TICKLE OUR FEET!"

At this, all three of them started trying to scream for help, but
they couldn't get out a sound loud enough to be heard outside of the
clearing....

They started struggling with their bonds, trying to untie the knots
that held their hands behind their backs, but they couldn't...and their
legs were also restrained a little bit, by ropes that came about their
knees. It was no use....

Now that each woman had her stooge's right foot bare, she held it by
the ankle with one hand, as they reached into their medicine bags with the
other.... The they carefully lifted the foot up abit...the rope gave just
enough leeway to allow them to bend their stooge's leg outward, raising the
foot about twelve iches or so off of the ground. All six of them were
speechless right now...the stooges staring down at their vulnerable feet,
the amazons doing the same.

At first, the amazons got out little wooden sticks,about six inches
long, an inch in diameter...these stakes had apparently been whittled and
smoothed for just this express purpose.... They began by rubbing the long
side of the sticks against their stooge's bare insteps, almost as if they
were trying to start a fire...at first, the boys were still to nervous to
be affected, but it wasn't long before the first giggles started.... At
first, the laughter was purely from nervousness; but now, they were
definitely laughing becuase their feet were being tickled...AND THERE WAS
NOTHING THEY COULD DO TO STOP IT!

Curly was the first to start losing it....
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH NO! STOP IT! HA! HAHA!
HAHAHA!"

The amazons kept on stroking the stooges bare insteps...then they
started rubbing up and down the instep, bringing the stick under the foot,
rubbing more and more across the ball of the foot....

Larry was hysterical with laughter. "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
PLEASE! PLEASE! HE! HEHE! HEHEHE!"

Now the ladies were also rubbing their tickling sticks up and down
their stooges helpless soles, using the long side of the stick, rubbing
from the backs of their ankles to the tips of their toes and back
again....

Moe was getting it the worst of all. He not only had the most
ticklish feet of the three, but he was also getting it from the most
experienced tickler of the amazon moon women! "HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!
No! HO! PLEASE! HOHO! STOP! HOHOHO! DO'NT! HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!
NOPLEASESTOPDON'TTICKLEMYFOOT! HO! HOHO! HOHOHO! HOHOHOHO!"

Then the girls switched over for a little while to digging the
rounded points of their tickle-sticks into the depths of the stooges'
vulnerable arches...their most ticklish spot of all....

The girls were quite intent in their work; their brows were furrowed,
as though they were intensely concentrating -- but, at the same time,
their evil grins also showed that they were enjoying themselves, too.
Every so often, one of them would look up at her stooge's laughing face.
Sometimes his eyes were closed, but sometimes they were looking right into
each other's eyes; when the women saw their captives laughing faces, they
only grinned more evilly; and when the men saw their evil grins, it only
made it tickle more....

This went on for a good half hour, the tickling, the laughing...such
hysterical, helpless laughter.... Having only one foot bare, with the
other foot still shod and socked, only seemed to make the bare foot even
more sensitive to tickling than usual.... They were still laughing for a
good minute afterwards before they realized that the torture had stopped.
Once they caught their breath, they saw that the three amazons were now
huddled together, arguing about something, very animatedly, too; the
stooges exchanged quick, helpless glances, wondering what was going to
happen to them next....

After another minute, the huddle broke, and the women went back to
crouching at their stooge's foot. "I don't think this is over yet, guys,"
Moe stammered worriedly. Larry and Curly were unable to speak in reply,
too scared at the thought of more barefoot tickletorture.

After placing their tickling sticks back into their medicine bags,
the ladies removed the next instrument in their torture ensemble...little
whisk brooms, about six inches long, with lots of stiff bristles. "Here
we go again," muttered Larry, as the women began brushing their stooge's
bare, ticklish soles.... And so it went on for about another half hour,
as the women worked their wicked magic on the three stooges' ticklish
feet, torturing their bare soles as the boys laughed helplessly,
hysterically, almost losing their breath....

Meanwhile, back at the rocket, the Professor was finishing up on the
last details of preparation for their return flight back to earth.
"Father, is there anything I can do while you finish up?" "No, not
really; there's nothing really left that can be done by anyone but myself;
besides, I'm almost done." "Then what can I do to help now," his daughter
asked.

"Why don't you use the viewscreen to locate the boys, and then we'll
call them on the loudspeaker; by the time they get back to the ship, we
should be ready to take off...." The professor's duahgter began fiddling
with the knobs on the viewscreen, adjusting all the controls, searching
for the intrepid explorers. Finally, she located them, and started
tuning the picture in. Her eyebrows arched dramatically when she finally
saw where the three stooges were.... "Father, quick, come take a look at
this!"

"Why, what is it," her father asked as he came to the viewscreen.
"Oh, my! So that's where they've been for the last hour and a half!" The
Professor and his daughter were filled with sympathy for the plight of
their friends. "Father -- they're going to tickle them to death!"

"Yes, soon they won't be able to breath anymore! We must rescue them
-- but how?" "Well, you're too old, and I'm only one woman; there's no
way we can beat their odds!"

"Never fear, darling, I have an idea!" The Professor picked up the
microphone for the loudspeaker, turned the volume way up, and began
speaking. "Hey, you; cut that out!" His daughter took the mike next,
shouting "Let those boys go, now!"

The amazons stopped their tickling for a moment, disoriented by the
loud, booming voice that came from out of nowhere, speaking in some
strange tongue. The boys were still laughing, not yet realizing that the
tickling had stopped; they were scared by the sound of the voice, too.

The noise of the loudspeaker also drew the attention of the giant
gila monster that lived in the cave on the other side of the clearing.
Not wanting to be eaten alive, the three amazon moon women immediately
began gathering up their instruments -- as well as the shoe and sock each
one had taken from her stooge -- and hurriedly made their escape through
the other end of the clearing. They seemed quite upset, not so much as if
they were scared of the monster, but rather as if they were quite upset
that their fun had come to an end. Later, they would come back to
slaughter this giant monster for eating their captives and putting an end
to their work....

After a minute, the stooges finaly stopped laughing, realizing that
their feet weren't being tickled anymore, catching their breath -- next
they noticed that the women were gone; and then, just as they were
overcome with relief, they realized that they were about to become an
afternoon snack for the gila! The fear filled their systems with
adrenaline and endorphones, enough that they were able to break the bonds
that held their wrists, and quickle untie the ropes about their knees.
"Come on, guys! Hurry," shouted Moe, as he led the charge back to the
rocketship.

The Professor and his daughter had everything ready, he had begun the
initial launch sequence, and she was holding the door open for the boys.
"Hurry! Hurry!" It was hard for the boys to run very fast, what with one
shoe and sock off, and one shoe and sock on, the pebbles underfoot hurting
their tender bare soles as they ran. At long last, they made it into the
ship, while the gila monster scrambled over the last rock formation that
separated him from the rocket.

"Hold on for blast off," the Professor said as he hit the ignition.
His daughter helped the stooges strap themselves into the stand-up
stretcher-baskets that were used to hold extra passengers and cargo, then
she sat down and belted herself in next to her father. They managed to
leave the moon's surface just soon enough to escape the clutches of the
giant gila monster....

It wasn't long before they were in orbit, and they were finaly able
to relax again. "That sure was a close on, Father." "Well, none of this
would have happened if you guys would have let me lead," said Larry. "Oh,
yeah? Well, none of this would ever have happened if Curly hadn't
launched us prematurely," said Moe. "Well, none of this would have
happened if Moe hadn't insisted on going inside the ship for an inspection
in the first place!" The three stooges were back at it again, arguing with
each other, trying to assign blame. The Professor and his daughter
couldn't believe it. "We almost got killed because of you!" "Yes,
Father's right -- because of all three of you!"

The boys said in unison, "Oh, Yeah -- what are you going to do about
it?!" "We'll show you!" That was when the guys realized that they
couldn't undo the straps that held them into their upright
stretcher-baskets. "You set the ship on automatic pilot, Father; I'll get
out the feather-dusters...."

It was a long, slow flight back to earth...a long, slow flight....

THE END

[planetx]

That would be JOE BESSER, not Curly, you dough-head!