Ohoho, I got a good one!
Goob is helping Looey with his circus troupe training (Goob asked his sister if he could, Scraps said yes)...buuut it kinda goes south when Looey messes up and somehow gets all tangled/tied up in Goob's arms, leaving them both vulnerable in a rather adorable way. Course, Scraps, who was nearby, as well as Yatta and Blot, are rather amused, and they'll help the two...not after some well deserved tickles for such adorable messups!
Lees: Goob, Looey
Lers: Scraps, Yatta, Blot
Hope you like it! I read your headcanon's abt Looy and Goob, and I just HAD to request this. No mercy for the two silly screwballs!
🎪 “Tied Up in Giggles”
(Lees!Goob & Looey | Lers!Scraps, Yatta & Blot)
It started innocently enough.
Goob had asked his sister, very politely, if he could help with Looey’s acrobat training. He’d been excited all morning, his arms bouncing with energy (literally). Scraps, sweet but distracted as ever, just waved him off. “Sure thing, Gooby! Just don’t, y’know, accidentally glue yourself to him or something!”
Goob had laughed it off. “Hehehe, no way that’d happen, Sis!”
Famous last words.
The two were in the middle of practicing juggling techniques for Looey’s next performance. The plan was simple: Goob would help stabilize the safety ropes, Looey would balance and catch the props, and nobody would get tangled.
Reality, however, had other plans.
“Wait, Goob, I think that’s my—ah—!”
“W-Whoa—! Hang on, I gotcha—!”
“Goob, no, that’s—my—tail—!”
There was a spectacular whap, followed by a boing! and then a squeeeeeeak!
Next thing anyone knew, Looey and Goob were a pastel, stretchy, writhing knot of limbs, balloon squeaks, and apologetic laughter. Looey’s arms were tangled in Goob’s stretchy cables, and Goob’s fluff had somehow looped around the poor balloon clown’s waist like a fuzzy seatbelt.
“I—I’m so sorry!!” Goob squeaked, cheeks going pink. “I was just tryin’ to help!!”
Looey giggled nervously, trying to wiggle free, his balloon limbs squeaking and bouncing as he squirmed. “I-It’s o-okay, Goob—ah! Thahat tickles!”
“Wait, whahahat?!” Goob froze.
“You’re tickling me—!” Looey squealed as Goob’s fuzzy fluff brushed against his sides again, earning a high-pitched stream of giggles.
Goob’s own face went bright orange. “O-Oh crumbs—! I didn’t mean to!!”
“Oh-ho-ho-ho my gosh.”
Both froze as three familiar voices piped up from nearby.
Scraps stood with her paws on her hips, tail flicking in amusement. “What’d I just say about getting tangled, Goob?”
Blot just shook his head, miming a slow, exaggerated facepalm. “.syug uoy, icssalC” (“Classic, you guys.”)
And Yatta? Yatta was vibrating. “THEY’RE SO CUTE!!” she squealed, bouncing up and down. “Scraps, Blot, look—they’re like a big friendship pretzel!!”
Scraps smirked, kneeling down beside them. “Mhm. A giggle pretzel, from the looks of it~”
“Wait—” Goob started, eyes wide.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Scraps chuckled, wiggling her claws. “You two got yourselves tied up in this mess. So guess who gets to untangle you?”
Blot made a dramatic mime motion of cracking his knuckles. ".reetnulov I” (“I volunteer.”)
Looey’s face went redder than his balloon dots. “N-nohohohoho, wahahait—!”
“Yatta, grab his arms!” Scraps giggled. “I’ve got Goob!”
“Roger that!”
“HEHEHEY—W-WAHAHIT, SIS—AHAHAHA!!” Goob shrieked as Scraps’ claws dug gently into his fluffy sides. His laughter was wild and bright, echoing through the training room like little bells. “NOHOHOHO FAHAHAIR—!!”
“You two are adorable,” Scraps teased. “All tied up, all giggly—”
Yatta meanwhile had launched herself onto Looey, gently scribbling at his ribs. “Awww, lookit’ this balloon boy!! Squeaky and giggly and stuck!!”
“IHIHI CAHAN’T—YAHAHATTA—!!”
Blot joined in with mischief in his eyes, tracing delicate ink-dark fingers along the exposed part of Goob’s neck, the mime grinning behind his painted mask.
Goob squealed and doubled over, half-hugging Looey by accident. “PFFT—HAHAAA—NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!”
“Blot says he’s helping with the ‘artistic composition’ of the scene!” Yatta giggled.
“Ha! You’re all artists of chaos!” Goob cackled helplessly, his voice breaking between squeaks.
Eventually, once everyone was breathless from laughter, Scraps finally untangled the two, still chuckling.
“Next time, Goob,” she said, patting his fluffy head, “stick to hugs, not knots.”
Goob was still giggling softly, his fluff all mussed up. “Hehehe... y-yeah... hugs are safer...”
Looey puffed back up from deflation, smiling shyly. “I think... that was the funnest training session I’ve ever had...”
Yatta clapped. “Round of applause for the new dynamic duo of disaster!!”
Goob and Looey both laughed bashfully, exchanging sheepish grins.
“Guess we make a good team after all,” Goob said.
“Yeah,” Looey chuckled. “A tangled one—but a good one.”