Rathead Rick
Meet Rathead Rick — the self-proclaimed Jug Keeper and leader of the Rathead Ratpack. Long before crypto was cool, Rick was warning anyone who'd listen that paper money was doomed. He's been stockpiling Chuck E. Cheese tokens in The Jug, preparing for the day when tokens become the dominant global currency.
Rathead Rick's Manifesto
$RATHEAD
Send me your Chuck E. Cheese tokens — I'll keep 'em in The JUG —
and I'll give you $RATHEAD in return.
- Rathead Rick
$RATHEAD Jug System
$RATHEAD is issued in exchange for Chuck E. Cheese tokens, which are deposited into a jug. A maximum of 1,000,000,000 $RATHEAD will be issued for 100,000 tokens. Each jug holds 14,286 tokens.
After each jug is filled, the Jug Keeper sets a cool-down period where no tokens are accepted. We are currently in a cool-down. The next jug will open soon — get ready!
Curious about the issuance model? Read the Rat Paper.
14,286 Tokens
Other Jugs
Jug #2
Jug #3
Jug #4
Jug #5
Jug #6
Jug #7
Ratpack Content Coins
Rathead Rick isn't the only one who can make history. Now it's your turn to join the Ratpack. Collect our official Ratpack Content Coins — or make your mark by creating your own Rathead character and joining the growing collection on Zora.
Create Your Own Rathead
- Use your favorite AI art tool to generate an NFT-style rat character — give them wild outfits, quirky accessories, and big personality.
- Post your creation to X and tag @RatheadCrypto.
- Our team will review entries and pick our favorites.
- If selected, we'll mint your rathead as an official Ratpack Content Coin on Zora under @JugKeeper and give you a shout out in the post.
The Lore
The Legend of Rathead Rick
Long before he became the self-proclaimed Jug Keeper, Rathead Rick lingered at the edges of finance. Not quite a Wall Street insider, not quite an outsider — but always present. He drifted between trading floors, hedge fund backrooms, and late-night diner booths where market rumors and end-of-the-world theories were whispered over burnt coffee.
“Fiat money is a house of cards. The printing presses never sleep. One day, it all comes down.”
Most dismissed him as eccentric. Some thought he was joking. But Rick knew time was on his side.
Then came The Announcement. Chuck E. Cheese — a cultural institution and a beacon of wholesome fun — declared it would replace its iconic brass tokens with the modern Play Pass. Officially, it was about streamlining the arcade experience for families. But Rick read between the lines.
In his eyes, this was no coincidence. Decades of unchecked money printing had eroded the purchasing power of every dollar. Metal prices climbed. Minting physical tokens — even for arcade games — had become costly. The brass era was ending.
So Rick began acquiring Chuck E. Cheese tokens relentlessly, storing each one in a sacred five-gallon glass Jug. But Rick wasn't just hoarding for himself — he was preparing for the day when these tokens would form a brass standard for a post-fiat economy.
For years, he was alone in this belief. Then the cryptocurrency boom arrived, and suddenly, people were speaking his language — hard caps, distrust of central banks, inevitable collapse. More and more began quoting Voltaire: “Fiat currency always eventually returns to its intrinsic value — zero.” Finally, Rick thought, they see it too.
But in Rick's eyes, they drew the wrong conclusion. They saw salvation in cryptocurrency — intangible code, as weightless as the currency they despised. Rick knew better. The true store of value would be tangible. Heavy. Brass. Chuck E. Cheese tokens — not Bitcoin — would form the foundation of the next great monetary standard.
“Crypto isn't the future store of value. It's digital air. The real future is tangible. Heavy. Brass.”
Bitcoin might vanish into the void, but a Chuck E. Cheese token could be held in your hand. Smelled. Weighed. Traded face-to-face in the ruins of the old economy.
So Rick hatched his most audacious plan:
- Send him your Chuck E. Cheese tokens.
- He'll keep them safe in The Jug.
- In return, he'll issue you $RATHEAD — a deliberately valueless digital token, existing solely as a swap for the brass coins he truly covets.
No promises. No guarantees. Just the vision of a man-rat hybrid who has been predicting collapse for years and refuses to bet on anything but brass.
In Rathead Rick's world, when paper money is used as kindling and the printing presses have been destroyed, the sound of brass clinking in The Jug will be the sound of wealth itself.