I am mangOtis!

I am Spartacus Mango!

I was most excited when I read about the Be Like Mango contest! You see, when I first got on the series of tubes to meet all of Wally's friends I was most intrigued by the Mango Man who is possessed of a most fetching brindle coat, a fashionable black mask, and jowls that go on forever. We even both have most annoying black-coated siblings (hey, not everyone can wear stripes). Indeed, I sometimes like to fancy myself a mini-Mango. (Mini is relative as I am quite substantial myself.)

I have a most impressive tongue that can produce slobber with the best of them:

And I can produce ice-cream aided suds.

As with Mango I require much sustenance throughout the day to keep my most muscular body going. My prodigious eating capacity also makes me the world's 3rd largest source of natural gas.

We also have most expressive faces able to covey a variety of messages.

Righteously indignant.

Ironic distance.

Hunger (for meaning and for food.)

I just ate 3 pounds of dirt.

Like Mango I am a prolific gardener who prunes the hostas daily.

And I am a Sophisticated Gentleman who never likes to go out without a little lipstick.

We are both unparalleled athletes who require regular exercise for our physicals and our mentals.

And then there is my Mango-ness. I got tutored so late that I can fake possession of my original mangoes. I am quite hopeful for the wonderful prize that it be either a nice container of suds with which to wash my brindley furs or perhaps some fruitables: