Ralph Wiggum has all the spontaneity and innocent wonder of a newborn babe – with the intellect and thinning hair to match. Normal everyday occurrences seem magical to him and much of his time is spent exploring the cast recesses of his nose, in which he once claimed to have found a moon rock. Were it not for pity and the fact that his Dad is Police Chief, it's unlikely Ralph would have made it to the second grade. Yet, despite his fractured English, paste-eating, and occasional ringworm, Ralph has lots of friends – all imaginary.




