His name is Martin. Martin Kratt. I’ve loved him even longer than I’ve loved Colin Firth.
He is adorable, smart, loves animals, has a great sense of adventure, loves to laugh, and is AWESOME with kids.
As if that weren’t enough, now he has discovered the secret to eternal youth:
Oh yeah, that’s my man. I’m beginning to think there’s hope for PBS, after all. Go, Wild Kratts!