On a section of a block in the neighborhood where artists, musicians, and all form of local characters fell in and out of doors all day, every day, Drippy Charles showed up.

Not only are the two characters made cooler by the presence of the other - I love that the mouse ears drip down Charlie's face as if a dark spell is slowly saturating his soul.

A young couple passes by as the image catches his attention. Drippy Charles is calling.