The Adventures of Mr. Portmanteau: The toy store.

There once was a man, who always moved with a briefcase. When someone asked him why he did just that, he would just simply reply:

"A man should always be prepared for anything life throws at him."

And this gentleman was called- Mr. Portmanteau. The really pecualiar fellow who was always ready for anything.

One day, some children in the community decided to go pay a visit at Mr. Portmanteau's toy store. They all ran right into the artsy building.

There was a gigantic front/entrance scarlet door that led into a really fun space. It's like their little minds were set alight and put into play, the minute they walked right into the toy store.

Mr. Portmanteau called all the kids. He asked them if they'd like to take a tour of his toy store. They all agreed in one accord.

They all heard a loud chime. The clock struck nine. And soon there was a piercing whistling sound from a large tea-pot. It definitely wasn't time for tea. This was no time for breakfast. In a couple of hours time, it'd be lunch hour.

One of the kids asked Mr. Portmanteau what inspired him to become a toy maker. He told the kid that he's been making toys even in his toddler days. His parents were toy makers and they had a feeling that their son was too.

In a span of less than a 1/4 of an hour, they had seen most of the toys in the toy sections. Mr. Portmanteau now led them to a small gas chamber.

Once there, they all stepped in the cylindrical shaped room. With a twist of a knob, turn of one lever, and soon the space was filled with a rosey gas.

A few young ones shut their eyes tight. Mr. Portmanteau told them not to worry. The gas wasn't toxic in any form.

When the air was clear, they noticed that they were all much smaller, shorter and the room was enormous. The children all panicked and several started yelling. Mr. Portmanteau asked them to keep calm, & quiet. They would only be in this state for a short while.

The toy store owner led his team of scaredy cats to a section of the room. This part of the tour could only be accessed in tiny height- and size form.

Mr. Portmanteau took a quick look at the wall clock. He instructed the children to follow him to the other side of the toy store. They all moved obediently to the corner of the room.

Then Mr. Portmanteau pushed one of the bricks on the wall, & a hidden door was revealed. There was a secret room. The children were surprised to see a great hall of tiny people.

They asked Mr. Portmanteau who these small people were. These were the toy maker's helpers. The little population of teeny beings that helped create many of the toys in the store.

The kids had never come across such beings before. They looked like humans, but they had skin spot marks and stripes like a tiger. The complexion of their skintone was indigo. They had starry azure sky-like and magenta colored eyes.

The children played with some of the new toy creations. There was one that looked like a car, but it could also be used on water as a speed boat. The kids were all so glad and excited to tour the toy store.

Soon it was time to head back to the larger space. Mr. Portmanteau pulled a floor lever and the kids watched in amazement as the wall opened before their very eyes. The moment they were all out of the toy maker's helpers area, the wall closed right behind them.

A steady beat of a drum was heard, the kids all felt a tingling sensation in their bodies. Was the room getting smaller, or were they getting taller?

There was a ding heard coming from the front-desk of the toy store.

"That must be a customer,"said Mr. Portmanteau.

The kids all jogged right behind him.

Imagine the client's face when he saw a man being followed by an ensemble of children. They all greeted the client who seemed ready to head on out of the store, as fast as he got in.

The kids all thanked Mr. Portmanteau for the fun tour. He tipped his hat and bid his young customers adieu.