Yorkshireman the late Roger Hargreaves certainly created a phenomenon when his then six-year-old son Adam reportedly asked what a tickle looked like. Hargreaves drew a figure with a round orange body and long rubbery arms, which subsequently became Mr. Tickle, the first of the long-running series of Mr Men books.
In this tale takes place on a (not surprisingly) perfect summer's day. Mr Perfect looks splendid, he doesn't have a hair out of place. He lives in Tiptop Cottage and, like its owner, it, too, is perfect, not even a curtain out of place!
This particular day is Mr Perfect's birthday so he is having a party and when there is a knock at the door he says to himself, 'Perfect', answers it and discovers that his friends are arriving complete with birthday presents. 'How kind of you all, we'll open the presents later,' says Mr Perfect. The only person to object is Mr Uppity who says that he does not have time to waste. Mr Perfect displays perfect manners in not rising to the bait when Mr Uppity then explains that he does not want to be bored.
Mr Perfect says that they will dance, and they do so, even Mr Uppity - who, however, does not raise a smile - but Mr Clumsy breaks a pile of plates. 'Don't worry, Mr Clumsy,' says Mr Perfect as he produces a pile of cardboard plates.
Mr Perfect then brings in a large cake but Mr Greedy eats it all up, there is not even a crumb left for anyone else. Does this upset Mr Perfect? Oh, no, he simply brings in lots of small cakes for everyone. He eats just one himself for he deems that to be perfect and the rest of the guests eat the cakes and the other food on offer.
Mr Perfect then opens his presents and thanks everyone profusely but Mr Mean shouts that he has not opened his present. It is so small that Mr Perfect has missed it but seeing it, he opens the tiny parcel to find a small lump of coal. 'How kind of you,' says Mr Perfect. Mr Mean ruminates on this comment and thinks to himself, 'If I'd known I would only have given him half a lump.'
The party is almost over when Mr Uppity shouts out, 'I'm fed up with you, Mr Perfect. And do you know why? I have discovered that there is a most enormous, unbearable, exasperating fault with you.'
Politely Mr Perfect asks what that might be, so Mr Uppity tells him, 'Your fault is ... that you have no faults!' And there the story ends.
A great addition to the Mr Men series.