Mister Poop, and all of his compatriots, have a huge debt of gratitude to South Park's Mr. Hanky, who broke the fecal barrier, and made this possible for all dookies, logs and their multitudinous brethren.

I thought it was a pea (ha!).

Man, look at this thing. All that's missing is handlebars and a foot clutch. And a nekkid lady mudflap.

Now I'm all pissed-off, because I haver had one of these!

Well, uh, apparently it's not that unmentionable, Mmissy Nicola, since it's the title of your book. with a graphic picture, no less.

I don't have it, man! I swear! Ask Bennie down on 39th--he'll tell ya, man!

Yes, this is a mighty popular one at home.

Well, then you're clearly doing something wrong.

In my experience, it was Uncle Piddy.

My potty! Mine! Get your own!

Uh, what exactly do you put the stickers on?

Yes, I have known some big girls who use the potty, in creative ways, and it left, ahem, a powerful impression.

I don't think I want to bend my ear close enough to hear it.

Again, that's because you're doing it wrong!

They all do it, why shouldn't you?