When I was eight years old I went through what my mom called my, “Angelica Phase.” She describes this, and I certainly remember it as, a time when I was an obnoxious brat and bully to my friends. The period was brief, thank Jebus, but it did happen. Angelica Pickles has clearly influenced my life in a profound way. She is addicted to cookies, so am I. She hates small children, so do I.
She sees herself as Queen of the World by divine right despite popular belief that she is just an annoying person to be around, SO DO I!!!!! (Why didn’t she have friends her own age? Why’d she hang out with kids who can’t talk and lack motor skills, yo?) Angelica was clearly the H.B.I.C. of the rugrats world she put everyone in their place and was not afraid to put her hand in the cookie jar.