This midget menace is at a deeply impressionable age. A glance to the top left will show him making a deep impression upon Wellington; Grumpling's recent experiments with soap have proved it to be the ideal material upon which to make a deep impression of the key to the larder. Mind you, his experiments with soap are still incomplete since he has yet found no other possible uses for the substance.
As the inventor of the worm sandwich, the polyfiller blancmange and other aids to digestion, Grumpling has assured himself of a place in the world. Hopefully a place from which his soap-impressed keys will fail to release him.
You see him here, praying for a world fit for Baby Grumplings to live in. A world wherein everything that can go wrong will do so at the worst possible moment. So next time you find yourself at a party and you forgot to don your nether garment, you spill your drink down the cleavage of your hostess - who reacts by sitting in the trifle… Well - you do know who to blame.
