imp

New York Times critic Stanley Kauffmann called her performance in the 1966 “It’s a Bird... It’s a Plane... It’s Superman” “pure imp”: “I wish she were in every musical and revue.”

“The little imp speaks,” said Rasseem.

Which, in turn, sat on top of an imp’s tiny, pointed head.

“Let me go!” the imp screamed, desperately clutching its red hat with little, white-knuckled fists as it kicked at Jack with all its strength.

The imp’s furious face scrunched up as tightly as it could, considering its beard was tucked into its bright blue pants, a color that happened to go nicely with its shockingly goldenrod tunic.