Just as he could always be counted on to scold shoppers out of squeezing the Charmin,
Mister Whipple could also be counted on to be caught red-handed in that very same illicit act.
"Mister Whipple!" the mortified housewives would cry in a chorus of exasperation.
It seems the squeakiest wheel is indeed always the one that wants to get greased the most.
If Moustache Daddy Whipple were around today, he'd probably be running an internet fetish
community for squeezably soft toilet tissue enthusiasts. They'd probably call themselves Charmies.
