Tingle Dingle and The Little Stinkers – The Rear End
So, we have come to the rear end and with every ending there is a new beginning.
PONGPENDIUM – LETTING IT GO! PONGS AWAY!!!
The third in the series of signs was when the bulldog blow off ambushed me. I felt as though the ‘Little Stinkers’ were out for me and I had to get the book written – or else stinks, pongs and nasty niffs were going to catch me at every opportunity.
PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Parpsichord Player?
What makes the Parpsichord player smile is when the first raspberry sounds and the variety of expression that cross the audience’s faces. What an absolute classic! There are usually frowns, looks of disgust and many ‘did I just really hear that?’ expressions. Pongle’s favourite was the ‘that sounded like a fart look – did anyone…
PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Gathering Guffer?
There is a less distinct flavour and it is more challenging to identify the culprit when there are so many parping particpants. It is like the old saying too many cooks spoil the broth. In the case too many stinkers ruin the pong.
PONGPENDIUM -What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Duckbilled-splatterpus?
What would happen if that whale released a stink? Do whales have funny tummies? That then resulted in shark smells. Did sharks blow off? Did a shark have a bottom? All of that came from one innocent bottom bubble!
PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Dancey Doom Dunker?
When the Dancey-Doom-Dunkers first began to practice their moves they practiced in cities. They surrounded people who were eating their lunch on benches and staring looking at their phones. It seemed that lunchtime was the optimum time to provide a pasty-flavoured-festering-fragrance.
PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are you? A Whiff Warbler?
The stench was intense and while the crowd reacted the warblers flitted away with their beautiful dragonfly wings as if the huge squelch had been a figment of people’s imaginations.
Time for a Ponga-long Sing Song about a Pertinent Pong!
‘Time for the chorus,’ Sebastian waved his hands in the air as if conducting an orchestra. All the Little Stinkers united in song. ‘Ohhh it stinks… it smells so bad… the rancid stench makes us so sad…
PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Pump-kin?
The calm rippling motion when they arrive and their funny beaver faces make you relax and enjoy the spectacle. Yet, that relaxation is destroyed when they become fartistic, create a random image that then evaporates into a terrible stench.
PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Hideous Hummer?
Now imagine gathering a group of them together, all humming their own tunes then you certainly have the potential for absolute aggravation. Now combine that with a fruity fragrant fart and you have a catastrophic combination.