Monster Mouth

What evil lurks within these diseased gums? When he was a tyke, little Charlie Finklestein’s mom caught him saying things too nasty to repeat here. She quickly washed his mouth out with two bars of soap. To spite her, he vowed not to brush his teeth until she apologized. That was four years ago.

Assuming the alter-ego of Monster Mouth, he made it his mission to have the most horrendous breath on earth, wolfing down pounds of rotten fruit, rancid meat, empty cans of cat food, trees full of squirrels, and anything else he could wrap his crusty brown choppers around. Though his mouth smells like a sewer, Monster Mouth has a number of friends. But ever since his breath singed off Toe Jam Jimmy’s eyebrows, no one will talk to him face to face.