Is it an elite tech startup? A secret society? Or just a gang of raccoons with too much time and not enough supervision?
No one really knows. But one thing’s certain: mayhem is inevitable.

At Raccoon Engineering, we don’t follow the rules.
(Partly because raccoons can’t read. Mostly because they don’t care.)

🛠️ Our “engineers” wear masks.
Not for safety. Just to look cool while stealing your lunch.

🧷 They hoard zip ties and loose screws.
We assume it’s for work. We’re afraid to ask.

🔌 They rewired the break room.
Now the microwave plays smooth jazz and the printer dispenses marshmallows.

This is not a workplace—it’s a raccoon-powered circus of mayhem.
They’re building things. Breaking things. Probably starting a podcast.

So if your flashlight is missing, your keyboard smells like cookies, and your electrical panel now requires peanut butter to open…
Welcome. You’ve been recruited.

Real? Or raccoon mayhem? You be the judge.
Either way, wear gloves and keep snacks on your person at all times.