Mr.Figg'S Toy Wonderland

It was a beautiful sunny day in the happy land of Magoria. Mr.Figg, as usual, wearing his cowboy fedora which changed colour every five minutes, his rainbow coloured jacket, his pink and grey pants and his dark blue shirt hidden under the jacket, came out of his house, which was painted orange and green for the crown [that is what Mr.Figg called it] , black and white stripes for the base , the darkest red for the door and the lightest crimson for the smokestack, got in his super duper speedy car and in seconds reached his shop which was called ‘Mr. Figg’s toy wonderland ’.

He was just about to unlock the door when Mrs. Fibbers, his neighbour, came up to him and said, ‘Oh, hello Mr.Figg. Good morning. How are you?’.

To this, he replied, ‘Good morning to you too. I am fine, really, and you?’

Mrs.Fibbers said, ‘I am good. Anyway, I have to go. I think that wacky servant, Kroch, must have done something to flame the place to shreds again. I hope it’s easier to put out than last time. Well, bye.’

With this, she walked off with her fat body. Mr. Figg, thinking about Kroch, opened the door and went in. There were four dials on the wall next to the door. The first dial to light the room, the second to off the lights, the third to activate the toys and the fourth to start the robot workers. He named the first dial illuminator, the second disilluminator, the third activator and the fourth starter. He spinned the illuminator, the activator and the starter in turn and within seconds the shop was up and running with children here and there playing with the magical toy horses which neighed and galloped all over the place, the big marigold round with seats as toy zebras which occasionally changed colour from black and white stripes to silver and gold stripes, and a lot of amusing action figures and cute dolls which spoke to the children who were absolutely delighted.

Mr. Figg was playing with the children entertaining them with the funniest jokes and riddles ever told. In the afternoon, when Mr. Figg was locking up to go home for lunch, he saw a petite girl staring up at him longingly. ‘Well, hi there. I am sorry but I am going home for lunch. But I will open again. So you can come then.’ he said.

With that, he was off in his super duper speedy car and reached just in time to have lunch and watch his favourite show ‘What we call the real world’. He was very much fascinated by everything in that show from normal boring toys to no speedy cars. He wanted to go there for nearly as long as he lived which was one hundred and fifty eight years. Then, he stopped abruptly and started thinking hard. If he could build a time portal, he could go to other realms including the real world as well. So, from that day onwards, he worked hard on the time portal and after six months, he successfully finished building it. So, on that very day, he had decided to go to the real world. He went through the portal, told his destination and instantly reached what he thought the real world. But to his bewilderment, he was standing facing his shop. He was wondering why he did not reach his desired realm. Then he wondered if there were any screws or bolts which did not fit in the time machine. Then, with strong realization, he had remembered that he promised his ancestors he would protect and look after the shop and that he would not leave the place.

With a sad look on his face, he unlocked the door to the shop, went in and spinned the illuminator, the activator and the starter. The shop was bustling with children after just three seconds. Then, he felt like crying. When did he have the mind to leave his shop and go to the real world? How could he have left the children heartbroken? Without the shop, he could not have had this wonderful life. He never realized that the real world was spurious until then. And from that day onwards, he kept telling all the children that they should stick to something special to them and said that all their fingertips contained small bits of magic. He understood that if there was no magic in the real world, it wouldn’t be what it is today. And so, he lived with his shop, telling children his story about the real world. The shop is still there in the small town of Magoria.