Luckily, the girl they're competing for rejects the bully despite his powerful tool and chooses kind, dorky, micro-penised Martin. It's a sweet little message about how true beauty lies inside the heart, not inside the pants. Except ...
The Horrible Message:
Stop and think for a moment about who is purchasing this book, and whom they're purchasing it for. That's right -- imagine being the poor young boy who gets this book from mom and dad (who is presumably more endowed than you are). There's only one message to be gleaned here: "By now you realize your penis is an embarrassment. This should help you deal with it."
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"You're not fit for the Jeremy name, Ron Jr. Anyway, happy birthday."
That is, after all, why books like this exist -- when you wet your bed, your parents buy you Dry All Night. When you're afraid of the dark, they give you C Is for Coward or something. So if you get Little Zizi, it sure as hell won't be because of the cool art. Why couldn't the authors tell this story through, say, a bird with a small pecker or an elephant with an inadequate trunk? Anything to make it less embarrassing for when friends come to your house and see this thing on your shelf.