The People's Republic of Criddle is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Miz Butterworth with a fair hand, and remarkable for its irreverence towards religion and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, democratic population of 3.067 billion Criddleans live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Megacakes. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.9%.

The very strong Criddlean economy, worth 171 trillion creuros a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is led by the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Pizza Delivery, Basket Weaving, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 56,011 creuros, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 237,666 per year while the poor average 8,514, a ratio of 27.9 to 1.

The nation is a sap about cutting down trees, it is not politically correct to suspect that a serially convicted burglar might steal again, Miz Butterworth has taken to wearing medal-adorned military uniform in all public appearances, and air purifiers fight smoke machines on Criddlean stage setups. Crime, especially youth-related, is a major problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Criddle's national animal is the albatross, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Criddle is ranked 88,721^st in the world and 9^th in Fifth Wall for Most Cultured, scoring 67 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.