We go where we want, when we want. It’s going to be tough to try and catch us because we don’t stick around for long, so try and keep up!
It’s happened. The Fugglers have got worse! They’ve cut the cheese and let one rip! These flatulent fiends are a testament to the old saying "whoever smelt it dealt it". Flatulence is no joke, especially when these nosy monsters are ready to sniff out their next victim. The wind-breaking bottom burpers have got more mischievous and cunning, scenting out their prey and surprising them with a crop-dusting. They delight in causing chaos and confusion wherever they go. We strongly advise you hide away and never let these rump-rippers into your home!
Terms and conditions: These Fugglers are misunderstood, and most importantly, up to no good. Beware, befriending a Fuggler is an invitation to mischievous mayhem and comical chaos. We accept no responsibility for any of the following mischief that your Fuggler may do: raiding your fridge, adding their face to family photos, changing the times on all the clocks, shaving your pets, opening an online shop that sells wigs made from shaved pet fur, warping the time space continuum and opening a black hole, time-travel, generating fartnados, firing phlegm, "borrowing" your vehicle to take all of its Fuggler friends to the nearest theme park, using your credit card to fund their campaign for political office, claiming to be royalty and staking their claim to a throne, opening their own Fuggler emporium and much more.