Poor Ashton Monroe may not be cut out to be a spy. Once again she was given a formula to hide and found herself in the diabolical clutches of the evil genius hell-bent on retrieving the formula from her. Now Ashton does her best to resist the tickle . First her feet are tickled with feather, bare hands, and the dreaded hair brush. When my nemesis moves to tickle her upper body, however, Ashton finds herself breaking.