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!
When all the Fugglers gather in one place, brace yourself — it’s a full-blown assault on the senses. First comes the stench… a thick, noxious cloud of farts that hits you right in the nose-holes and leaves your eyes watering. Before you’ve caught your breath, your eardrums are under siege — an unbearable racket, like a choir of a thousand screeching alley cats, all belting out their ridiculous songs. And the fur… oh, the fur. Spend just two minutes in a room full of Fugglers and you’ll walk out an expert on static shocks, relentless itching, and uncontrollable sneezing. But hey, you asked for it… by overwhelming demand, here they are — every Fuggler, crammed together in one chaotic, smelly, noisy, furry mess.
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.
