Once upon a time in the sixties, I played with a potato
I’m gonna call this Mr Potato Head fan fiction. Because it’s based on real toys and real life, but I made stuff up. That counts, right?
See that Potato Head ^up there^ ? I played with one that looked exactly like that. Seriously - Mr Potato Head used to have a body. No, really. When my kids got Potato Head toys as gifts, I was quite appalled to find that not only had they removed all the fun, pointy parts because kids, you know, might stab it into something other than a potato, and parents can’t be bothered to tell them not to. I’ve no idea how my friends and I survived the toys of the 60s and 70s, with all the tiny parts and pointy bits. (It’s a Christmas miracle!)
Moving along….did you know that in addition to a body, Mr. Potato Head used to have friends? Many many friends. As above in Exhibit A, he had a friend with an unfortunately elongated and slightly curved head, and the obvious name of Frankie Frank. They had a mutual buddy, the disturbingly jaundiced-looking Mr. Mustard Head. Of course, Mr. Mustard Head left and joined the Marines. It was inevitable, really — he was a natural-born jarhead.
Why did his friends leave? Perhaps they had a falling out due to communications difficulties. After all, sliced onions and pickles don’t make especially good ears or mouths. And look at those bloodshot eyes on Messrs. Potato and Mustard Head – looks like maybe they set upon their other friend Mr. Bottle Of Rum Head and drank him dry.
But why does Frankie have yellow eyes? I think it’s fear - fear that his two buds are gonna get the munchies and they’re gonna realize he’s just a big weenie.