Publicity

Baxter Wiff a B was no stranger to the spotlight, but today was different. He wasn’t leading his brothers fru a high-stakes time trabel journey—no, today, he was posing. The star of the show stood on the Broadway stage, his whiskers twitching as a photographer adjusted the lighting. “Alright, Baxter, gib me regal!” the photographer called out. Baxter straightened his tail, puffed out his little chest, and struck a pose that screamed leading rat energy. A flash went off, and Baxter, eber the professional, didn’t so much as flinch.

Between shots, he scurried ober to a belbet chair where a minuscule cheese platter had been prepared just for him. His brothers watched from the sidelines—Waffles adjusting his tiny bowtie, Barry muttering about how he should’ve been the star, Reuben fixing Baxter’s ear tuft, and Fish hoarding some cheese. The next setup involved a dramatic pose in front of the show’s illuminated title. Baxter perched on the letter B, one paw raised triumphantly, as if declaring, Yes, Broadway, I have arrived! The photographer snapped away, capturing the essence of a rodent who wasn’t just here to survive—he was here to shine.