Garbage Can Critters

They're on your street corner. Hanging out by the newsstands, out front of bodegas, in the alleyways. They're the derelicts, the unwanted, the scourge of the city. They feast on what you discard, turn famine into fortune and trash into cash. With a language all their own and a penchant for mischief, these street urchins can turn corners at top speed while lifting your car stereo even faster. Whether climbing trees looking for their next meal or scaling rooftops to spot a place to fence some copped jewelry, these little miscreants will steal your wallet and steal your heart.

Garbage Can Critters

They're on your street corner. Hanging out by the newsstands, out front of bodegas, in the alleyways. They're the derelicts, the unwanted, the scourge of the city. They feast on what you discard, turn famine into fortune and trash into cash. With a language all their own and a penchant for mischief, these street urchins can turn corners at top speed while lifting your car stereo even faster. Whether climbing trees looking for their next meal or scaling rooftops to spot a place to fence some copped jewelry, these little miscreants will steal your wallet and steal your heart.

MEET THE CRITTER GANG
Rocko the Raccoon
The ring-tailed ringleader of the Garbage Can Critters. Arrested at birth for having someone else’s silver spoon in hand. Been in and out of juvie ever since. Will do anything for a bit of bling or a piece of tail. Too clever for his own good.
Twitch the Possum
High-strung. Hapless. The designated fall guy of the Critters. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Excellent night vision, terrible judgment. Will eat anything. Has an unfortunate pouch fetish.
Snot the Pigeon
Unofficial lookout for the gang. Easily startled. Survives entirely on bread crusts. Flew the coop by accident, never found his way back. Collects stools of all shapes and sizes. Flunked out of Air Force bomber training.
The Crow
Opportunistic and unfeeling. Alleged participant in multiple Murders. Rumored to have been a cracked egg. Attacks his own reflection on sight. Often mistakes trash for treasure. Loosely affiliated with the Critters.
Lucky the Skunk
Cute as hell, and she knows it. Often struts through unsavory areas. Use’s other critters to get what she wants. Easily distracted by flowers. Loves stopping to smell the daisies. Picks locks and breaks hearts.
The Rat Pack
Foot soldiers of the Critters gang. Numberless. Multiply faster than rabbits. Seemingly hive-minded. Always sniffing something. Never not lurking.
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