Handle Bar P goes everywhere.  When he passes on his trike, it doesn't seem like he's doing warp speed, but Bumbo will  swear he's seen the kid come out of a store at every stop on his route. 

Handle Bar P is like a contagious pillar of common sense – his music briefly transforms even a total douche bag, into a somewhat-tolerable upright monkey. 

Beginning arguments with “Handle Bar P says...” seems to be, for lower lifeforms, a favorite way to sound smart.  If P doesn't swoop out of nowhere to deliver sage wisdom at the crux of a conflict, one of his many friends will probably mis-rep-ruh-zent. 

He tolerates Be Cool more than other folk – Handle Bar P says, “just tell him, 'Be Cool, be cool!'”