Doughboy's Camping Trip
Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 11:20 am
Despite his public image as a hardworking promoter of baked goods, the
popular Pillsbury spokesman, Mr. Fresh, does occasionally enjoy
activities outside of the kitchen. Recently he went on a camping trip
with a few of his corporate mascot pals.
Present were Ronald McDonald, Uncle Ben, the Hamburger Helping Hand,
Snap, Crackle and their Pop, The group enjoyed a pleasant weekend of
fishing and hiking. In the evenings they gathered around the campfire
and swapped amusing anecdotes of corporate mascottry.
None present on that weekend could help noticing that Mr. Fresh and
Mr. Hand seemed especially chummy, spending much of their time together
in what seemed like grooming activities. (I should mention here that
soft doughy creatures and outdoor adventures don't really mix well.
It's very tough for them to avoid picking up stray twigs and bugs as
they interact with nature.)
All weekend the pair stayed close together and seemed curiously
preoccupied with this grooming behavior. Numerous times through the
evenings around the fire Mr. Hand was seen pressing his big puffy
fingers into Poppin's soft white flesh whereupon Mr. Fresh would let
out his characteristic giggle. At first everyone just shrugged these
things off, but by the end of the weekend whispered speculations about
the relationship of these two grew rampant.
As the gang was packing up to return home, curiosity got the best of
young Crackle and he just had to voice the question on everyone's mind.
"Mr. Fresh," he shyly asked, "I couldn't help noticing how close you
two seem. Are you...um...a couple?"
"Oh my, no!" replied Mr. Fresh. "I'm always being bothered by
parasites and such out here in the woods. Mr. Hand was just squashing
them for me. He's my dough mashed tick partner."
popular Pillsbury spokesman, Mr. Fresh, does occasionally enjoy
activities outside of the kitchen. Recently he went on a camping trip
with a few of his corporate mascot pals.
Present were Ronald McDonald, Uncle Ben, the Hamburger Helping Hand,
Snap, Crackle and their Pop, The group enjoyed a pleasant weekend of
fishing and hiking. In the evenings they gathered around the campfire
and swapped amusing anecdotes of corporate mascottry.
None present on that weekend could help noticing that Mr. Fresh and
Mr. Hand seemed especially chummy, spending much of their time together
in what seemed like grooming activities. (I should mention here that
soft doughy creatures and outdoor adventures don't really mix well.
It's very tough for them to avoid picking up stray twigs and bugs as
they interact with nature.)
All weekend the pair stayed close together and seemed curiously
preoccupied with this grooming behavior. Numerous times through the
evenings around the fire Mr. Hand was seen pressing his big puffy
fingers into Poppin's soft white flesh whereupon Mr. Fresh would let
out his characteristic giggle. At first everyone just shrugged these
things off, but by the end of the weekend whispered speculations about
the relationship of these two grew rampant.
As the gang was packing up to return home, curiosity got the best of
young Crackle and he just had to voice the question on everyone's mind.
"Mr. Fresh," he shyly asked, "I couldn't help noticing how close you
two seem. Are you...um...a couple?"
"Oh my, no!" replied Mr. Fresh. "I'm always being bothered by
parasites and such out here in the woods. Mr. Hand was just squashing
them for me. He's my dough mashed tick partner."
