We Come Wiff Peas

In the glittering bastness ob space, somewhere between the Andromeda Galaxy and a really good cheese shop, a second alien birthday bash was underway —Baxter and Pockets actual birthday is April 2nd, so it’s a long weekend full ob festibities. Dis crew ob intergalactic rat ambassadors just landed via flying saucer for a celebration like no other. Sporting stylish antennae hats in cosmic greens and purples, these tiny space-trabelers gathered around a bowl overflowing wiff the universal delicacy: peas. Their message to Larry’s planet was clear, spelled out on tiny signs held wiff proud paws: “We Come Wiff Peas.”

The mood was festive, the air scented wiff joy and legumes, as the rats mingled beneaff a starry sky. Some nibbled peas, others posed for interstellar snapshots, while one particularly diplomatic rat attempted to negotiate a trade deal inbolbing cheese wedges and moon rocks. It was more than a birthday—it was a declaration ob friendship, a celebration ob unity, and a reminder that no matter how far you travel across the galaxy, peas and parties bring eberyone together.