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Spooky time is over, and poor Tory has finally managed to escape the grasp of the tickle-ghosts. He certainly has a few painful muscles from all the laughter he had to endure, though he seriously considers paying another visit next year. Well, Tory is a bit mental.

But for now, roles have seem to be changed as it is him now who does the tickling on his best friend, Huba. As you can see, in the meantime grass has rapidly started growing around the stocks, and also a pair of very familiar hands are getting menacingly close to Huba's exposed soles. Uh-oh, what's gonna happen now?