The Terrible Adventures of Pud

                            Dubble Bubble's Cheerful Mascot, Spokesman... Enforcer

 

 

When you're #2 you have to try harder. And Dubble Bubble bubble gum was never the first choice of kids looking for a sugary pink brick to chew for two minutes until the flavor ran out. Nope, first choice was always Bazooka, with its hilarious comics featuring the cockamamie adventures of 'Bazooka Joe and His Gang!' Oh, how we laughed at the hijinx one-eyed Joe would get into with his presumably even more hideously mangled pal Mort, who steadfastly hid his face behind what I assume was a horrible-smelling red turtleneck! (Were they in an industrial accident together? Is that why they're friends? Was it abusive parents? A moonshine explosion? Oh, those irrepressible scamps!)

 

To compete with Bazooka Joe and his weirdly disfigured gang, Dubble Bubble formed their own band of dirt poor maladjusted youth, led by beanie-hatted, always smiling, assuredly diabetic Pud. But little did the folks at Dubble Bubble know, Pud had more on his mind than serving as a simple mascot. No, Pud wanted more. Pud wanted to build an empire. Pud wanted to rule the gum world, flexing muscle stronger than the jaws of anyone able to soften up a hunk of rock-hard Dubble Bubble.

 

This is his story. These are his adventures. This is our shame.