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A Moose of a Different Color
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Maj. Tom Beaver, Retired
Tom is one of the Talking Moose's
oldest friends, since he was born in a river near the Moose's home town. Tom had a peaceful life, which would have been enough for most beavers. Tom, however, knew that he wanted more out of life than a split-level dam and a gourmet bark collection. Tom had always dreamed of reaching the stars, so with a few helpful prods from some familiar antlers, he began training. Most of the locals thought that he had last
his mind-after all, a beaver in a jogging suit is a pretty bizarre sight. Most of the other locals were content to sit and sun themselves (except for those four young turtles who had delusions of grandeur-but that's another
story). Tom refused to be discouraged by all of the short sighted animals around him and continued to train.
His humble beginnings seem very far away now, since Tom was eventually given the highest ranking position in the Canadian Space Program. Tom was instrumental in forming the Dam in Space, and was the first to
discover the maneuvering advantages of a beaver's tail in zero G.
Tom joined the carnival after the Moose's acquisition of it, trying to escape from growing speculation that he had illegally sampled portions of his life from a popular rock song.
P.T. Penguin
P.T. is a distant member of an unnamed Sicilian Penguin family, the one that controls most of the gambling and protection industries at the South Pole. P.T. worked his way up through the ranks of the family, watching
his back and keeping track of people who owed him favors. He now has control of several large icebergs and is one of the most powerful members of the family. He hastens to mention that no connection has ever been
made between him and the Thanksgiving Day walrus massacre of several years ago. P.T. came to Baseline insisting he should have a piece of the Carnival. He says that he is a business man, and the Cartoon Carnival is just his way of branching out into the "entertainment industry." Who
were we to refuse? The last thing we wanted was to wake up with a moose head in our beds.
Puck the Bardic Dragon
Dragons still exist-or at least one of them still does. Prior to about fifty years ago dragons were actually plentiful, albeit difficult to locate. Many of them inhabited the Black Forest in Germany, and there were still a good
number in Great Britain.
Puck lived in London, sticking mostly to the back alleys and sewers to keep
from being harassed by tourists and Frenchmen. He was a fun loving dragon who was proficient at darts and was not above having a pint or two if the pub suited him. He occasionally made excursions into the
countryside to visit friends and relatives, but Puck was mostly a city dragon.,
Then it happened - World War II began. Puck, being the patriotic mate that he is, volunteered for the RAF, who didn't quite know what to make of him. Puck was refused by every branch of the service and eventually
came to the realization that he could not serve his country in combat. In frustration Puck went to see Winston Churchill to ask how he could best serve England. Churchill noticed that Puck was quick of wit and very
eloquent, so he offered Puck a job as a speech writer. Puck accepted, and spent the remainder of the war writing speeches and reading philosophy. Unfortunately, the war caused the untimely demise of all of the other
dragons in the world (at least all of the ones we know about), and now Puck is the last dragon in existence.
Puck joined the carnival in the late 70's. He had been forced to leave his new home near Loch Ness by a number of submarine-equipped Peeping Toms who wouldn't let him bathe in private.
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Tom is one of the Talking Moose's
oldest friends, since he was born in a river near the Moose's home town. Tom had a peaceful life, which would have been enough for most beavers. Tom, however, knew that he wanted more out of life than a split-level dam and a gourmet bark collection. Tom had always dreamed of reaching the stars, so with a few helpful prods from some familiar antlers, he began training. Most of the locals thought that he had last
his mind-after all, a beaver in a jogging suit is a pretty bizarre sight. Most of the other locals were content to sit and sun themselves (except for those four young turtles who had delusions of grandeur-but that's another
story). Tom refused to be discouraged by all of the short sighted animals around him and continued to train.
