Hello everyone! I've noticed that a lot of people have been down in the dumps lately. So I've wrote this light-hearted tickle fic of the sides that I'm hoping will lift your spirits. I certainly couldn't stop grinning and giggling while writing this, and I hope you won't either while reading it.

This was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out to be longer than my 1,000 word limit, but still I hope you enjoy.

The "Fun"dant Thief

(Ships): None

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It was a very uplifting day in the mind palace. Virgil was in reality working one-on-one with Thomas to help sort some things out that he had been struggling with in the past, leaving the other three to tend to their own matters. Everyone had grown closer as friends because of their escapade in Virgil's room and getting along much better than in the previous videos. But, this was the first time that only Virgil had left. What would become of the mind palace if the darker trait wasn't there to balance things out? Well, for one thing, Patton had become much more giddy and daring.

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For no reason in particular, Logan felt he needed to bake a cake. He had already mixed everything together with little to no mess, and the batter was now rising in the oven. He still didn't understand why he was baking a cake or why at this moment he had a sweet tooth, but he 'rolled' with it.

Once the timer went off, he opened the drawer to look for the oven mitts, only to find they were all gone. His eyes widened slowly as he began to frantically search for pot holders. He was only able to find one, so he used some cloth rags for a second, make-shift potholder. Logan quickly grabbed the cake out, set it down gently, and turned the oven off. With a sigh of relief, he checked his masterpiece confirming that it had not been burnt.

The cake must have smelled good because the other two aspects slinked into the kitchen, trying to find the source of the wonderful aroma.

"You're gonna share that right?"

Logan turned around to find both Roman and Patton staring, drooling at the cake.

"What makes you think I will?" Logan crossed his arms, looking defiantly at them.

"Sharing is caring." Patton licked his lips as he began to sneak towards the unfrosted cake.

"No!" Roman held him back. "It's not even decorated yet Patton! You can't just dig into an undressed cake! While thats just savagery! At least give it decent protection first!!"

Patton pouted while Logan nodded, agreeing to Roman's argument. "Then perhaps we can make a compromise. If you both aid me in decorating this cake, then you can each have a piece."

"Two pieces?" Roman wiggled his eyebrows at him, getting a "don't push it" look from Logan in return. "Bwahahaha!" Roman heartily laughed. "I'm just joking Mr. SmartyPants."

Patton jumped up and down for joy. "YES DECORATING!!!!!" He ran to the pantry to grab out the frosting, sprinkles, and other items needed for the so called 'dressing of the cake'. He came back, arms full, and set everything down on the table. He was about to open a can of frosting when it was snatched out of his hands by Roman.

"No Patton. We are NOT putting you in charge of the frosting again. Remember what happened last time?" Logan reminded the giggling aspect while the Fanciful trait passed the object of attention to him.

"This whole thing was gone. In less than five minutes." Roman pointed to the can of frosting that Logan was now holding.

"And don't let us catch you eating the decorating candies either or there will be no cake for you." Logan opened the can and began spreading out the first layering of frosting.

"You can help me decorate, Patton!" Roman exclaimed excitedly. He handed him a bag of chocolate chips. Patton huffed slightly, annoyed that he wasn't getting his way, but he had a sneaky plan in mind.

It had been a couple minutes into the Dressing of the Cake and everything was going smoothly. Roman was decorating away while Logan gave his input, mostly to have it shot down by the egotistical Prince. By complete accident, the two aspects had left the tubes of icing unattended giving Patton the opportunity to grab one of them. Of course he grabbed Roman's favorite color: red. Whether he just wanted to stir up trouble, or he legit wasn't afraid of anything, even Patton didn't know the answer. What he did know, however, is he wanted that icing and he wanted it bad.

With the fondant in his hands, he carefully slinked away trying not to make a sound. He wasn't as successful as he would have hoped.

"Patton?" The childish trait turned around and faced the two aspects who were currently staring at what he had in his hands. Foolishly, Patton had forgotten to hide his secret treat. Instantly, Patton put on an innocent face and hid it behind his back. Morality knew they had seen it, but he was having fun being troublesome.

"Oh hi! I was just leaving..." He pointed in the direction he was originally going and began to back away.

Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose while Roman began cracking his knuckles. The fanciful trait then leaned over and whispered into the other aspect's ear. Logan turned his head back to Roman and nodded. "Yes. I suppose that can be arranged. Patton. In the words of Roman, you're dead."

Patton literally bolted. He ran like his life depended on it.

"Ill take left! You go right! We'll meet in the middle."

"Affirmative!"

The chase was on. While Roman ran after Patton, Logan took the other way around hoping to cut him off somehow, allowing the fanciful trait to catch him. And this is exactly what happened. Logan hid behind a corner as he heard Patton's squeals make their way to his location. At the last second he jumped out, stopping the icing-stealing trait in his tracks. As he was stunned, this granted roman enough time to scoop the aspect up and throw him over his shoulder.

Logan swiftly grabbed the icing out of his hands and put it back on the kitchen counter where it belonged.

"Ohoho!! Thought you could get away didn't 'cha?" Roman teased as he walked to the living room with Logan close behind.

"Nooooooo!!!! Let me gooooooooo!!!" Patton was smiling, undoubtedly happy that he got caught, but he was afraid of what they were going to do to him.

"It is too late for that, Patton. If you didn't want to be caught, then you don't steal in the first place." It seemed that Logan couldn't hide a grin either, which made Patton very nervous.

The first thing Roman did when he got to the living room, was chuck Patton onto the couch, then proceeded to straddle his hips. Logan sat down on a different couch and decided to watch from afar.

"Rooommmaaaannn!!! Get offa me!!" Patton tried to push the fanciful trait off of him, but to no avail, couldn't even budge him.

Roman chuckled and trapped Morality's hands under his knees, preventing movement. "Uh-uh-uh. I was serious when I said that I would win at physical fighting. Perhaps, this will teach you not to toy with me. As I recall, ask the dragon witch, she knows the drill you're screwed. Royally!"

Patton's eyes widened as Roman wiggled his fingers teasingly over the captive trait, before diving his hands straight in to squeeze his sides.

Laughter instantly bubbled from the dad aspect's mouth. Apparently his arms were not restricted enough, because they got free and tried to protect himself from Roman's wiggling hands.

Roman grunted as Patton fought him off. "Oi! FitBit! Get over here and help!" Rolling his eyes, the logical aspect calmly got up and held Patton's arms above him, giving more access to the current tickle monster.

"Logaahahahahahahahn!!! Nooohohohoho!!!"

"Aha!!! A window of opportunity!!" Roman retrieved his hold on Patton's sides, squeezing up into his armpits and back down.

Poor Patton was already beside himself with laughter. He wiggled desperately trying to get away, but he was weakening by the second, and the fact that both aspects were hell bent on punishing him didn't help either.

Pretty soon he felt both of his arms shift to being held by only one of Logan's hands. Suddenly, Patton snorted as a third hand joined the tickling assault, scratching at the inside of his right armpit. Morality looked up to see Logan trying to suppress a smirk on his face.

"Keep it up Logan! I'll go for his tummy next!"

"Noooooooohohohohoho!!! I dooohohohnttt wahahahahnt iiihihihit!!!"

"Too bad, so sad. I'm glad, you're mad." Roman didn't hesitate as he scribbled his fingers over Patton's shirt. Patton let a tiny squeal out before his higher pitched giggles began to escape.

"Awwww! That was so cute. For being the dad, Patton, you certainly could use a deeper voice."

"You realize we all have the same voice right?"

"Shut up NVidia! No one asked you." Roman's hands then journeyed their way underneath Patton's shirt and began grazing his ribs. Even worse, Logan's elbows were holding down Patton's hands with ease while his hands circled both of Morality's armpits.

"Nohohohohohohohoh Fahahahahahir!!! Hehehehehehlp!!! Someoneeeeeeee!! EEEHheehehehehe!!!"

"Just face it Patton. No one will be coming. The knight in shining armor that would be saving you, is actually torturing you. Muahahahah!!!" Roman gave an evil laugh as he poked and pushed Patton's belly button with one hand while reaching behind him and squeezing one of his knees with the other.

Patton was now shrieking instead of laughing. Both of the aspects had to stop tickling and cover their ears because Patton's screams were so shrill.

A certain feeling suddenly circled the air. Thomas had heard Patton's screams. Looks of panic were exchanged between the two ticklers.

"Oh shi-I mean. Roman! Finish it up and hurry!"

"On it!" Roman took a deep breath and blew right on Patton's tummy causing one last squeal to escape his lips as the parental trait laid back breathless, seemingly endless giggles still pooling out of his mouth.

Roman jumped off of Patton and ran with Logan back to the kitchen. As soon as they arrived, Thomas and Virgil suddenly materialized in the kitchen.

"What the hell is going on!? Why was Patton screaming?!" Virgil was obviously in an angry state of confusion.

"Is he alright? What happened!?" Thomas was in a less angry, but more confused state than Virgil.

"It's alright-

"He's fine-

"We were just-"

"-Having a tickle fight!" All eyes turned to look at the figure who was leaning against the entrance of the kitchen, red in face, panting and breathless.

"Patton?" Virgil and Thomas asked together.

"Ohohoho no! There was no tickle fighting involved." Roman stated. "It was two against one."

Despite how tired he was, Patton giggled mischievously. "I know. There's a reason why I said '"having" a tickle fight.'" He laughed evilly, raised his fingers up, and ran at his two prior torturers.

"You're on your own, Motherboard!" Roman ran away first and was out of the kitchen faster than someone could say that super long word from Mary Poppins that not even the author knows how to spell correctly.

Logan instantly took out his vocabulary cards and threw them at Patton, eveloping the whole kitchen in a cloud of white temporarily stunning the parental trait. Logan grabbed the first card he could get his hands on and quickly followed Roman's footsteps. "I am not dealing with this dipshit!"

Morality recovered and ran after him. "Language Logan!"

This left Virgil and Thomas in the kitchen as the shouting, laughing, squealing, and other weird noises reverberated all over the mind palace.

"How often does this happen?" Thomas turned to Virgil.

"Never..." Virgil mumbled, almost jealous of the bonding session the other traits were having without him. There was once again silence between Thomas and Anxiety, as various crashes from the others' antics rang about, killing any ounce of peace and quiet that had previously rested in the mind palace.

Thomas shifted from side to side, slightly uncomfortable, but his nervousness changed into delight as he glanced to his left.

"Oooh! Cake!"