“I hope she’ll be a rat——that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little rat.” – Squeak Fitzgerald, The Great Ratsby
Out of the public eye, a verminous society of fuzzy flappers and mobster mice rules the underworld of Mardi Gras. We eat at night, squeak in spite, delight in blight——WE’RE THE RATS!
The Krewe of Rats is a mischief of Prohibition-era rodents, ready to scurry and dance through the streets in the Mosaique, Barkus, and Monsters Parades.
Welcome to the Squeakeasy.
