It's the tiny little feet that get me. Like all on MSHPL, these tiny, flat - well, squashed to buggery - little flippers, sticking out from under the mass. Feet can only get so fat and she reached that point several tons ago; after that they just become steadily more comical.
It's good if you play the Benny Hill music in your head too. Or the tuba. I have an entire internal orchestra to accompany Big Al's fascinating vuhlaaaargs.