Just in case you were wondering, this is not the Hamburglar. This is Mayor McCheese. Or something.
This is the Hamburglar:
Apparently, he is dressed like a “burglar,” and doesn’t have a hamburger for a head. I’m sorry, a cheeseburger for a head. Husband thinks this is a very stoooopid mistake to make.
My as-yet-unanswered question is: why wouldn’t the Hamburglar have a hamburger for a head (with or without cheese)? If you’re going to commit yourself to a life of beef patty crime, wouldn’t you want a little something to show for it?
[Don’t even ask how this came up. Okay, fine, since you asked. Husband and I were watching Little Miss Sunshine (again), and during that uncomfortable dinnertime scene in the beginning when Steve Carell’s character is about to explain to his young niece why he tried to commit suicide…before that part, when they’re setting the table, he gets a cup with the Hamburglar on it. I mean, Mayor McCheese. And I said something like, “Hey, look, it’s the Hamburglar,” and the ridicule pretty much hasn’t stopped since. Don't make the same mistake.]