Tucked between the pages of a forgotten book in the historic town of Bittybury, you’ll find the home of the Fuzzlewhisks — a cheerful little mouse family whose tales have been whispered through generations.

The Fuzzlewhisks have been part of Bittybury for as long as anyone can remember. Their story begins with Benedict and Merriweather Fuzzlewhisk, who journeyed out of the Wee Woods long ago in search of a place to call their own. They found shelter inside a worn and dusty volume resting on an old shelf, and there they made a home. Over the years, their family grew and new dwellings were built nearby, weaving together a cozy corner of community and kinship within the book’s hidden world.

Generations of Fuzzlewhisks have carried on this legacy — clever, resilient, and devoted to hearth and home. Their days are filled with tiny adventures, warm quilts, and simple joys. They believe deeply in the motto passed down since Benedict and Merriweather’s time:

“By Wit and Whisker.”

🛸 Meet the Bradys!

(Not their real surname, of course;  they adopted the name from a documentary on proper Earth family dynamics called "The Brady Bunch.")

This lovable alien family crash-landed on Earth under a shrub in the quiet town of Bittybury and has been "trying" to blend in ever since.

There’s Jerry, the swashbuckling tinkerer dad with the crooked smile; Carol Ann, the upbeat mission mom-commander; their curious and determined daughter, Nebula Anne (Neb for short, unless she’s in trouble); and their cute little tornado-like son, Crash (he's the one who got them stranded in the first place.)

The Bradys were originally sent to Earth to collect flora and fauna to bring back to their home planet. But upon landing, they were in for quite a shock. Due to a malfunction in their Earth Culture Training Module, they were surprised to discover that Earth life forms are much larger than expected, including a particular species they were supposed to collect:  Mice.

Now stranded under a shrub, the Bradys have made contact with a nice mouse family called the Fuzzlewhisks. They must somehow convince the mice to return to their home planet with them. That is, if Zorb… er... Jerry… manages to repair the ship.

To make matters even weirder, the last footage received by the Earth Culture Training Module was from the mid-'80s. So for the Brady's, high fashion involves tracksuits, shoulder pads, and a variety of questionable choices inspired by Material Girl–era Madonna.  

And then there’s Ernest. No one can pronounce his real name (not even Neb), so everyone just calls him Ernest, and he’s perfectly fine with that. He crash-landed near the same hedge as the Fuzzlewhisks ages ago, possibly lured in by the odd magnetic field around Bittybury. Ernest is a quiet wanderer, showing up where and when he pleases. Pants are… optional, as far as he’s concerned. This horrifies Carol, delights Crash, and earns him quite a bit of notoriety among the locals.