The Protectorate of Little playthings is a very large, safe nation, notable for its lack of airports, frequent executions, and feral children. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 394 million Little playthingsians 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 80.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Little playthingsian economy, worth 3.72 trillion everythings a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Gambling. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 9,440 everythings, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Tourists are kicked out if they express interest in their national sport, it's believed that women's brains will overheat if they think for themselves, DDT is used widely to repel disease-carrying insects, and an increasingly villainous series of sports coaches are demanding the national mascot's true identity. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Little playthings's national animal is the Devil, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Little playthings is ranked 313,462^nd in the world and 45^th in The waters for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 298.03 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.