Robby

Robby wasn’t born in the sewers like other rats. he showed up behind a bakery, right where the muffins cooled fresh out the oven. he lived off crumbs, stuffed his cheeks full, and that’s how he got chunky and why they call him “mcmuffin.”

He’s lazy but clever, always sniffing out the coziest spots and the best snacks. he waddles more than he runs, squeaks only when he feels like it, and somehow stumbles into the funniest situations.

To most, he’s just a fat rat. but to the ones who know? he’s plotting. every muffin stolen, every cheese found—it’s all part of the plan. world domination, one crumb at a time.