Marc Arneson

When a reformed raincloud teams up with a shipwrecked sea-postman and a magic walrus, the three form the Middlemost Post — the wackiest and most loveable postal service on Mt. Middlemost.

At 104 pounds dripping wet, baby-faced sophomore Michael Peck (age 15) is not exactly the coolest guy at American High. Peck’s teachers make him feel like an idiot, his classmates make him feel like a geek and his home life is just as bad, with parents who schedule family time in their planners and require him to sign contracts with them about his extra-curricular activities.