Charlie is genius. He's made from a million pieces of old bubblegum, imagine that.
During the summer of 1976, on the way home from an Alice Cooper concert, Charlie started to melt on the pavement. It was too hot in LA and he started to melt like a pink bitch.
Luckily though there was a local crocodile, called Eric Phillips, who dabbled in black magic.
He took pity on Charlie and scraped him off the floor with a pair of fish slicers.
He poured him into an antique soup ladle and boarded his magic carpet. Destination: Alaska.
Eric Phillips decided to refreeze Charlie, but in his cold blooded reptilian haste, he froze him into the shape of a hoover.
Charlie wasn't phased though, he just zoomed about the place, sucking up inuits.
The inuits didn't mind, they loved it inside Charlie's warm, tight, pink belly pouch. They 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 airtight in there.
Charlie panicked, and fired the tiny inuit bullets into Eric Phillips' crocodile peepers.
The green shape was frozen.
After a quick drink, Charlie stole Eric Phillips' magic carpet and left for Seattle.
Charlie was racked with guilt. He'd killed fifty inuits, no-one needs that.
He decided to spend the rest of his life putting small hairstyles onto boots, monkey nuts, trumpets and spanners.
