Cheese Break

Reuben had just gotten into a good work rhythm—stacking calemdars, peeling labels, smoothing enbelopes—when he realized the quiet behind him was too quiet. That was neber a good sign.

Sure enuff, Fish had declared it was time for a cheese break, which he announced loudly before disappearing behind a stack ob boxes wiff a wedge ob somefing crumbly and suspiciously imported-looking. The only ebidence ob his location was the occasional satisfied “mfff mfff” and a soft thunk wheneber he tipped over from leaning too far into his cheese.

Meanwhile, Reuben and Gil kept the Internashunal Mail Room running like a well-oiled machine.

Gil, who had appointed himself Superbisor ob Serious Staring, stood next to the stack ob calemdars gibbing Reuben the most intense managerial gaze possible. Reuben didn’t mind—he liked habing company—and wheneber he placed a label perfectly straight, Gil gab a tiny approving nod, which in internashunal bizness is basically a gold star.

Reuben carefully pressed down each shipping label, doing the jobs ob three rats while Fish was off on his “nutritional sabbatical.” He muttered softly, “We are neber going to finish if he keeps taking cheese breaks ebery elebenty minutes…”

From the boxes, Fish’s muffled voice called out, “It’s twelbe minutes, Reuben! I’m a professional!”

Reuben rolled his eyes affectionately, kept working, and Gil continued superbising wiff the intensity ob someone who has neber mailed anyfing but fully believes he could run USPS if asked.

Together, the two ob them kept the calemdars mobing out the door so that when Fish finally waddled back—crumbs eberywhere—they could proudly announce: “All the orders are packed.”

Fish blinked. “Already? WOW. I should take breaks more often. I’m GREAT at delegating!”

Gil just stared at him. Berry seriously.

Happy Fanksgibbing!

Today we’re grateful for all the good bings in life — family, friends, cozy moments, and this wonderful community that shares our journey wiff the boys.

Your kindness, love, and laughter mean the world to us, and we’re so thankful to still hab four ob our little guys wiff us to celebrate today.

Whether you’re enjoying a feast, snuggling up wiff a good book or teebee show, or just treating yourself to a tasty snack, we hope your day is filled wiff warmth and joy.

From our family to yours — thank you for being here, for cheering us on, and for being part ob our story.
We lub you all, and we wish you the happiest Fanksgibbing!

Fanksgibbing shopping

Dougie came for a bisit for Fanksgibbing!!


Reuben and Dougie rolled into the big store like two tiny tornadoes on a mission for fankgibbing supplies. Dougie rode proudly in the little cart, steering like a captain, while Reuben marched beside him.

“Okay,” Reuben said, looking serious. “We need the essentials: pie, crumbs, and more pie.”

Dougie nodded big. “And smashed taters! I heard fanksgibbing MUST hab smashed taters.”

They zoomed down the aisles, grabbing anyfing that looked delicious. A box ob crackers? Into the cart. A tiny bag ob marshmallows? Also in. A suspiciously large wheel ob cheese? Reuben just stared at it dreamily before whispering, “Fish will cry happy tears.”

By the time they reached the checkout, the cart was bursting wiff snacks, treats, and exactly zero actual dinner items.

Reuben blinked. “Do we need… like… a begetable?”

Dougie froze. “No. That sounds dangerous.”

So they rolled away triumphantly, ready for a Fanksgibbing feast made entirely ob snacks, cheese dreams, and one berry polite elephant.

It was perfect.

Captain Barry

When the Ratty Box arribes, that’s when the imagination and adbentures kick in…
Captain Barry set off at dawn, his tiny pirate hat bobbing as he marched toward destiny—and hopefully treasure. Rumor had it that a stash ob golden seeds was hidden somewhere beyond the great blanket ocean, and Barry meant to claim it for himself.

He climbed aboard the ship, but the seas were ferocious.

First came the whirlpool ob sudden soft spots, where Barry nearly sank into a surprise pillow dip. He squeaked in terror, but pressed on.

Then he braved the wind monsters, which were actually just the ceiling fan turning on unexpectedly, blowing his hat sideways and making eberything feel dramatic.

Next, he encountered the siren ob snack temptation, a stray treat on the bridge designed to lure him from his quest. Barry hesitated. He sniffed. He almost gave in… but no! Treasure first, snacking later.

Finally, he reached the cabe ob shadows, where strange shapes lurked (his own tail in bad lighting). He squeaked again, but as a pirate, he declared it a “bery manly battle cry.”

Beyond the cave, atop the highest pillow peak, he saw it: A glimmer. A sparkle. The bowl Pirate Treasure!

Captain Barry scampered forward, claimed the golden seeds as his own, and shouted into the wind:  Behold! I hab conquered danger, darkness and found the snacks!”

His hat fell off, but the victory was still absolute.

(Fank you Ratty Box for the Box filled wiff Pirate Ship, pirate treasure (seeds), a wooden bridge, a treasure chest chew toy and an extra bed for post adbenture napping – great adbentures guarunteed!*).

A Flashback


Ahhh yes, a rare and precious moment — a flashback to the Gathering ob the Pamcakes, before the great feast began! You know how sometimes teebee shows go backwards to show you what happened before? It’s like that.

Here we see one ob the early morning scouts hard at work, securing the first golden disk ob deliciousness. Ebery pamcake was carefully inspected for fluffiness, edge crispness, and proper butter absorption rate. The air was thick wiff the scent ob maple and triumph.

Some say this was the very moment the Secret Order ob the Nocturnal Water Buffalo – Chapter Elebenty knew the breakfast would be a success. The Pamcake Guardian’s eyes shimmered wiff determination (and maybe a dab ob syrup), as the sacred stack began to form. Soon after, laughter, crumbs, and chaos would fill the Gilly Sock — but in this quiet moment, it was just one tiny hero, one perfect pamcake, and a mission.

Sacred Ritual ob the Un-Stickification

It was a grand success: stacks upon stacks ob golden pamcakes, rivers ob syrup, a mountain ob butter pats, and laughter echoing fru ebery stitch. Barry tried to balance a pamcake tower taller than Reuben (and nearly succeeded until Fish decided to “help” by nibbling from the bottom). Baxter, eber the dignified one, made a brief speech about the noble spirit ob the Order — right before getting syrup in his whiskers.

Now, however, the aftermaff has settled in. The Gilly Sock, once a proud meeting hall, habs become… somewhat adhesive. A few crumbs, a drizzle or two, and perhaps a berry smooshed here or there. Nothing that can’t be fixed!

So today, the brothers prepare to summon the Grand Mopkeeper ob the Order, keeper ob suds and guardian ob cleanliness, to perform the Sacred Ritual ob the Un-Stickification. There will be bubbles. There will be squeaky sounds. And when it’s all done, the Gilly Sock shall be fresh, fluffy, and ready for the next grand assembly – perhaps a Secret Cheese Council.

The Day After

Halloween Humor

Halloweem Story


Fish had planned to go trick-or-treating just a bit early — mostly because he wanted first pick ob the cheese-flabored candies. He packed his tiny pumpkin pail and set off down the winding paff fru the woods.

At first, eberyfing was fine. The moon was bright, the pumpkins were glowing, and he was humming a tune. But soon, the trees started to twist and creak, and a cold fog rolled in. The paff disappeared under swirling leaves.

“Uh-oh,” Fish squeaked softly. “This doesn’t look like the way to the candy houses…”

Just as he began to worry, a soft green glow appeared ahead. Fish crept closer — and found a cheerful little creature sitting beside a crooked jack-o’-lantern, smiling with big round eyes and a leafy hat.

“Hello!” the creature said in a friendly, papery voice. “I’m Sprout, keeper ob the Pumpkin Paff! You look like you could use some company.”

Fish brightened immediately. “Oh good! I was just thinking how lonely it was out here. Do you happen to know where the candy is?”

Sprout chuckled. “Candy? Not much of that here — but I do hab stories.”

So the two of them sat by the glowing pumpkins while Sprout told tales of ghostly turnips, mischievous moon mice, and the night the pumpkins came to life to dance. Fish listened wide-eyed, nibbling a piece ob wrapped caramel he’d found in his pocket.

By the time the fog began to lift, Fish wasn’t afraid anymore. The forest didn’t seem haunted after all — just full of stories waiting to be told.

When he finally found his way home, he promised to visit Sprout again next Halloween… and maybe bring some extra candy to share.

It’s time


Finishing up his lists and plans outside in the loading dock, Barry double-checked the route map one more time, tapping his tiny pencil against the clipboard.

It used to be just one little wagon and a short list of names scribbled on a napkin — but now? The operation had grown immensely. Rows ob gleaming trucks lined the Delibery Dock, engines quiet for now but waiting, ready. Whole neighborhoods, towns, and secret tunnels were now on the route. There were spreadsheets, shipping labels, and eben a call center (staffed mostly by bery polite mice).

Barry looked around proudly at the bustling scene. Reuben was oberseeing tower stacking efficiency in Truck #3, Fish was conducting last-minute cheese inspections “for safety,” and the new recruits were scurrying to load the final crates ob corms.

The air buzzed wiff excitement and the sweet scent ob sugar. Barry straightened his candy corm hat, smiled to himself, and said softly, “We’ve come a long way from that first sticky handful.”

And then, as he checked off the final box on his list, the Candy Corm trucks rumbled to life. Delivery season had officially begun.