The name’s Tacular. Chip Tacular. I live in a sweet burgundy, velvety, tubular pad.
I’m what you might call "on the prowl". I show up when you least expect it—the company Holiday party for example… You thought that was punch? guess *hic!* again…
I need a wingman for this gig. How about that Dude over ther—EHN! [jumps from cup]
Wot up bro?
The hors d’ouevres aren’t bad this year, Huh? Nice sushi station, too. Now if only I could talk to that buh-lond…woo! H-O-double-T! [takes swig of liquid courage]
Dude, Nice chattin’ but gotta bounce. Late! Ehn! [jumps]
[Land’s on blond’s head]
Pupette: [Muffled] Baroo?
Chip: Listen, Blondie, I know what you’re thinkin. What’s Chip Tacular doing at a party like this? I’d be askin’ the saaaaaaaame thing. It’s just your lucky day.
Moochas gracias to Lisa P.