He's made from a million pieces of old bubble gum. Imagine that.
In the summer of 1976 he was on his way home from an Alice Cooper concert, Charlie started to melt onto the pavement, it was too hot in LA and he melted like a pink bitch.
Luckily, there was Eric Philips, a local crocodile who dabbled in black magic.
He took pity on Charlie and scraped him off the floor with a pair of fish slices.
He poured him into an antique soup ladle
and boarded his magic carpet.
Destination, Alaska.
Eric Philips decided to refreeze Charlie.
But in his cold-blooded reptilian haste, he refroze him into the shape of a Hoover.
Charlie wasn't fazed, though. He just zoomed about the place
Sucking Up Inuits.
The Inuits didn't mind, they loved it in Charlies pink tight warm belly pouch and refused to come out.
Charlie said, "i'm cool with that."
And set fire to a posh hammer to make it official
The downside was that the Inuits suffocated immediately. It was air tight in there.
Charlie panicked
and fired the tiny Inuit bullets
Into Eric's crocodile peepers.
After a quick drink
Charlie stole Eric Philips' magic carpet and left for Seattle.
Charlie was racked with guilt. He'd killed 50 inuits. No one needs that.
He decided to spend the rest of his life putting small hairstyles on to boots, monkey nuts, trumpets and spanners.
