Meet the Scruffians, workhouse tykes and street arabs scrobbled by the
Waiftaker General, dragged to the Institute and put to the Stamp that
writes your very soul into your skin. Meet the waifs of Ripper Vicky's
Empire, Fixed forever as they are, never ageing, never starving, ever
bouncing back to exactly how they were Fixed... the perfect child
labour. Now escaped from their chimney sweep and mill owner masters,
hiding out in their rookery cribs, surviving as thieves and beggars...
and fighting back. Meet Flashjack the hellion and Puckerscruff the
urchin; Squirlet Nicely and Vermintrude Toerag; Yapper, the Scruffian
who learned to speak Dog; Whelp, the dog Fixed as a Scruffian; and Rake
Jake Scallion, not a Scruffian, but the finest friend any scruff ever
had. Meet Gobfabbler, the fabbler of this here crib, with his fabbles of
Christmas spirit, canine spifflication, and why, only the most important
fabble of em all... the fabble of how the Scruffians took the Stamp!