It all started on a sunny Saturday morning in the quiet town of Pickleberry. A local park, affectionately named Itching Man Place after the statue of a man who looked like he was scratching his back for eternity, was hosting its annual “Baby Giggle Fest.” Parents, toddlers, and confused teenagers gathered around the statue with juice boxes, balloons, and diaper bags.
Now, the name Itching Man Place was a bit misleading. There was no actual itching happening—at least, not until that day.
Among the crowd was Baby Clarence. Clarence was no ordinary baby. At just 11 months old, he had a sense of humor that rivaled most late-night comedians. He had one joke: unexpected bodily noises at critical moments. Whether it was a well-timed raspberry or an impressive armpit fart, Clarence delivered every time. People laughed, pointed, and some even clapped.
That morning, Clarence was in rare form. His mom, Linda, had fed him mashed bananas and prune juice, which seemed to supercharge his comedic timing. As the local mayor gave a speech in front of the Itching Man statue, Clarence let out a spectacular “ptthhbbbbt” that echoed off the bronze man’s perpetually scratched back.
The crowd roared.
But Clarence wasn’t done. Just as a nearby hotdog vendor bent down to fix his ketchup machine, Clarence giggled, rolled over on his blanket, and launched a spit bubble the size of a grapefruit. It floated gently… landing squarely on the vendor’s bald head.
That’s when the real itching began.
“AHH! What IS that?!” the man yelled, swatting his head.
People turned. A rash seemed to be spreading in real-time.
Within minutes, other grown-ups started scratching. One man ran into the fountain screaming, “I’m turning into the Itching Man!” Babies were crying. Parents were panicking. The mayor had vanished.
And in the center of the chaos sat Baby Clarence, giggling hysterically, clapping his tiny hands like he was at a stand-up comedy show.
Turns out, Clarence’s spit bubble wasn’t just funny—it was potent. Doctors later discovered it had some rare enzyme only found in overfed babies with a love for prunes. The good news? The itch was harmless. The bad news? The entire town would be scratching for two full days.
Ever since that fateful day, locals refer to that park event not just as “Baby Giggle Fest,” but as the “Funny Baby, Itching Man Place Incident.” Clarence is now a minor local celebrity. He has his own T-shirt that says “I made a whole town itch” with a cartoon of the Itching Man scratching in the background.
And the statue? Still standing, still scratching—but now with a little bronze baby next to him, holding a spit bubble forever mid-flight.
