The Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz of Petit Mustique is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by The Wind with an iron fist, and renowned for its daily referendums, parental licensing program, and national health service. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 35.594 billion Petit Mustiqueans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Swarm. The average income tax rate is 17.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Petit Mustiquean economy, worth a remarkable 7,763 trillion Bloods a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, and Furniture Restoration. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 218,106 Bloods, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.9 times as much as the poorest.

Police are trained in using their steel-capped boots as a tool of law enforcement, blue bloods are welcome in Petit Mustique, gamblers often find their stakes burnt, and tea and biscuits have replaced waterboarding and sleep deprivation as the primary tools of interrogation. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Petit Mustique's national animal is the Human, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Petit Mustique is ranked 62,495^th in the world and 13^th in St Abbaddon for Most Cultured, scoring 69 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.