Pezhead
Monthly: Extreme Goofy Pez, you are part of one
of the newest sets of Pez dispensers available in stores, the
Extreme Disney set. Why Extreme Disney Pez, and why now?
Extreme
Goofy Pez: Well, just look around and you'll
find your answer. Today we live in a world of extremes. We have
extreme batteries, extreme laundry detergent, extreme volleyball,
and extreme deodorant. I believe we even have extreme peanut
butter. So why not extreme Pez, then? I say it's long overdue.
PM:
Yes, but haven't your Looney Tunes Pez counterparts already
beaten you to the punch a few years back?
EGF:
Actually, that's a common misconception. The Looney Tunes set
that you are referring to is the Cool Looney Tunes set. Me wearing
headphones, that's extreme. Pluto Pez chomping on a bone, well,
that's extreme, too. And yes, Sylvester Pez might look cool
in those sunglasses. But "extreme"? I don't think
so.
PM:
Well, I suppose you do have a point. But is there a fear amongst
your Extreme Disney Pez set that you might scare off some of
the more traditional Pez collectors, who may prefer a more,
shall we say, conventional look to their dispensers?
EGF:
Well, here is the thing. You can dress us up in bowties and
edgy countenances, and in comparison to someone like Panda Pez,
yes, we may seem to have a lot more going on. But ultimately,
a dispenser is a dispenser is a dispenser. The joy of finding
a new dispenser in the stores, of freeing it from its wrapper,
of loading it up with sweet, delectable Pez candy, and sharing
it with kids of all ages, that transcends whatever flashiness
there might be in the design of the dispenser. To paraphrase
a popular song, all in all we're just candy brick dispensers
in the wall.
PM:
Incredibly deep, Extreme Goofy Pez, incredibly deep. But now
that we've established that you are indeed extreme, can you
elaborate on your goofiness? How does your being extreme relate
to your being goofy?
EGF:
Well, I'm a little bit extreme, a little bit goofy. Kind of
like being a little bit country, a little bit rock n' roll.
But where the extreme part of me is natural (I've got a "Born
to be Wild" tattoo on the inside of my stem. I'm bad news,
baby.), the goofiness kind of comes with my name. That's what
people expect of me, so that's what they get. I mean, if I were
Extreme Lounge Singer Pez, you'd catch me in Las Vegas on the
weekends singing "Strangers in the Night".
PM:
Well, I suppose I would. Finally, Extreme Goofy Pez, the question
that America, nay, the world, needs to know the answer to: just
what on Earth are you listening to with those headphones?
EGF:
I'm listening to motivational tapes, you know, learning how
to get in touch with my inner Pez. Oh, and also Less
Than Jake. I'm telling you, man, that band really speaks
to me.
