Bright, boisterous, symphonic.
Do you like parping? Good, because these melodious Moshlings can't stop tooting thigh-slapping tunes whenever they smell sausages grilling or hear wobble ade fizzing. And that's why I've managed to collect so many of 'em over the years because I like nothing more than a few silly sausages washed down with wobbleade when I'm on an expedition. I've recently discovered that brassy blowythings also enjoy burping rainbow coloured bubbles when they march in time to their toot-tastic ditties. Parp!
In Polka Park (alongside Squeezy TinkleHuffs) but some parp around Windypop Place.
Lederhosen and Jolly Tubthumpers.
Kazoo solos and greasy fingers.
- He is probably best friends with Wallop.
- He was thought to be called 'Tooter or Parpy'