The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by the biggest squirrels you ever saw with a fair hand, and notable for its deadly medical pandemics, daily referendums, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 24.007 billion Brocklandians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Administration, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Darkest Surburbia. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Brocklandian economy, worth a remarkable 8,554 trillion goobers a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 356,325 goobers, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,534,645 per year while the poor average 52,788, a ratio of 29.1 to 1.

National surveys report that bellies are getting fuller while heads are getting emptier, senior citizens can usually be found doing heavy manual labour, genetic researchers have been expelled, and a ban on unsolicited cold calling in all forms is in effect. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Brocklandia's national animal is the giant dancing howler monkey, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is --uhm--maybe apathy--or whatever.

Brocklandia is ranked 7,430^th in the world and 2^nd in The Bar on the corner of every region for Largest Populations, with 24.0 billion capita.