The best anyone (the missus and her friends) has come up with so far is “Timmy,” which is cute enough for around the house, but lacks both the grandiosity, absurdity and downright snarkiness it deserves.
So, the contest is open until, oh, I don’t know, further notice. And the grand prize? You can take the little fellow home in a jar of formaldehyde. Freak out generations of already terrified children or just feed it to your cat.
My loss is your gain.