The Wumpus' origins are mysterious. Some theorize he once worked in the meat-packing district for an abusive employer who went missing back in 1983. Others believe that he snuck into the country by unknown means or escaped from the puppet ward of a state mental facility. He is kind, generous, and well-meaning. Though he does not seem to grasp the simplest of concepts, he is always eager to learn. And then forget. He posesses surprising brute strength, so if he asks you for a Pez you better damn well give him one. When asked about his past, The Wumpus had this to say - "i am the wumpus, chipwiches are cold in my teeth."
We have allowed The Wumpus to make this page himself. We apologize for any inconvenience.
---The folks at GTB
Who I'd like to meet: "...meeting is finding out the person. several times i like people who talk, making fun to laugh on, and work with bunny buttons and tv. dont live scared, hugging is good..."
Wumpus, I have a restraining order against you. You might not have the brain capacity to know what that means, but perhaps the shock collar will get through to you.
I love you wumpus. I would not make the bad sound with you. Please write me a comment, you are my favorite puppet of all time! love and lollibones, ihaveanegg ;o)
