Freddy was born to a lumberjack and a radioactive beaver from outer spac.  Pronounced "spass" , the 'e' is silent.  He was a jovial and precious youth, blessed with keen mechanical aptitude and a natural didgereedoo prowess.  Although shunned by his peers, critical and crowds of theater goers praised his moving pieces in all their monotone droning glory.  As one columnist once wrote, "it's like he turned a Vuvuzela into ASMR.  How even the hell did he do that?."

Though he was lauded for his musical endeavors, it was not the life for Freddy.  For he longed to follow in the footsteps of his lifelong hero, Gerald the Ecclesiastic Bat-face.  Gerald was not a bat, he just had the face of one.  This inspired Freddy, because in spite of his bat face, Gerald was a wildly adored televangelist.  

It was on that day, July 19, 207070, that Freddy sold his diggerwhatever, bought a ticket to slaptown, and prepared to study from his idol in the kingdom of Bananaville.  But on the way, the train was hi-jacked by the turnip gang.  Up to their no-good tricks yet again like a bunch of fiesty piñataboys.  They had princess daisycups held hostage and Freddy knew what had to be done.  

He pooped his pants, everyone laughed at him, and he was murdered to death on the spot with a rusty cheese grater.  He died as he lived...being carved into really stupid cheese.

The end.