'Interesting concept,' said Eddie. 'I've never heard of anyone doing that before. But then, this is the first time that I've actually met anyone who came from outside the City.'
'Because no one ever reaches here,' said Jack.
'Why? Do they get lost?'
'No, eaten, mostly.'
Eddie shrugged. 'Well, I wouldn't know about that. All I know is what I am. I live in Toy City. Things are as they are.'
'But toys can't live. They can't be alive.'
'And why not?'
'Because they can't.'
'But why?'
'Because I say that they can't.'
Eddie Bear looked up at Jack.
And Jack looked down at Eddie.
Eddie Bear began to laugh.
And then, too, so did Jack.
'Shall we go and have that beer?' asked Eddie.
'Yes,' said Jack. 'Let's do that.'
4
Tinto's Bar looked no better to Jack on second viewing.
The interior was still the black and white equivalent of monochrome and the chairs and tables were still arranged in pleasing compositions. But the scale of everything was still all wrong and Jack had to duck his head once more, and keep it ducked. And all those toys were still there. And all those toys still worried Jack.
The lad steadied himself against the nearest wall. There was no longer any doubt in his mind regarding the reality of this. It was real. That it couldn't be real did not enter into it. He was here and all these toys were...
'Drunk!' Jack looked down at Eddie. 'All these toys are drunk.'
Eddie looked up at Jack. And Eddie shrugged. 'It's late,' he said. 'They've been in here all evening. Don't folk get drunk where you come from?'
'People do,' said Jack. 'But not...'
'Don't start all that again. Buy me a drink.'
'I don't have any money. I was robbed.'
'You've some coins in your trouser pocket. I felt them when you were unconscious.'
'What?'
'I was trying to bring you round.'
'You were going through my pockets?'
'Not me,' said Eddie. 'No can do. No opposing thumbs.'
Jack patted at his trousers.
'Other side,' said Eddie.
'Oh yeah,' said Jack, digging deeply into a pocket and winkling out a number of coins. 'That's a bit of luck.'
'Stick with me, kidder,' said Eddie. 'I'll bring you lots of luck.'
Jack gazed down at the shabby-looking bear and nodded his ducked head in a manner that lacked conviction.
'To the bar,' said Eddie, leading the way. 'Let's both get as drunk as.'
Jack followed on, keeping his head down and making furtive sideways glances as he did so. There were toys to all sides of him, and just a little below. They were chatting away in a rowdy fashion, banging their glasses on the tables and generally carrying on as folk carry on anywhere when they are well in their cups.
There were dolls and there were gollys, teddies and toy soldiers, and fluffy-faced animals of indeterminate species. And they all had that look of 'favourite toys' which have been loved to the point of near-destruction.
Jack watched Eddie climb onto a bar stool. How could he move about like that? He was all filled up with sawdust; he'd said so himself. He had no bones, no muscles, no sinews. How could it be possible?
Jack shrugged and sighed and sat himself down on a bar stool next to Eddie. It was a very low bar stool, beside a very low bar counter, and Jack found himself with his knees up high.
'Can't we go somewhere else?' he whispered to Eddie. 'This stool's too low for me. I look a complete gormster.'
'No you don't.' The bear grinned, a big face-splitter. 'You look as handsome as. Get the beers in.'
Jack sighed again. 'Where's the barman?' he asked.
'Howdy doody, what'll it be, sir?' The barman sprang up from beneath the bar counter, causing Jack to fall back in alarm.
'Control yourself,' said Eddie as Jack stared, all agog. 'It's only Tinto, the barman.'
Tinto was clearly mechanical, powered by a clockwork motor. He was formed from tin and glossily painted, though much of the gloss was now gone. His head was an oversized sphere, with a smiling face painted on the front. His body was a thing-a-me-oid[1] painted with a dicky-bow and tuxedo. The arms were flat, though painted with sleeves and shirt cuffs. The fingers of the hands were fully articulated.
Jack glanced at Eddie, who was staring covetously at those fingers.
'Howdy doody, what'll it be, sir?' said Tinto once again. The painted lips didn't move. The voice came from a tiny grille in the painted chest.
'I..." went Jack, 'I..."
'Beer,' said Eddie.
'Coming right up,' said Tinto. 'And anything for the complete gormster?'
'He'll have a beer too,' said Eddie. 'And he's my friend and he's paying.'
'No offence meant,' said Tinto.
'None taken,' said Eddie.
'There was too,' said Jack.
'No there wasn't,' said Eddie. 'Just relax and drink beer.'
'I.D.,' said Tinto.
'What?' said Eddie.
'I.D. for the gormster. He looks underage to me. Under-aged and oversized.'
'Underage?' Jack's jaw dropped. 'Oversized?' His face made a frown.
'I run a respectable bar,' said Tinto. 'Top notch clientele, as you can readily observe. I can't have blue-faced, stocking-footed ragamuffins coming in here and losing me my licence. You'll have to show me your I.D. or... I... will... have...' Tinto's voice became slower and slower and finally stopped altogether.
'What's happened to it?’ Jack asked.
'Him!' said Eddie.
'Him,' said Jack.
'Run down,' said Eddie. 'He needs rewinding. 'I generally take advantage if this happens when I'm alone with him in the bar. Nip around and help myself to a free beer.'
'Do it now then,' said Jack.
'There're too many folk here now. But he loses his short-term memory when he's rewound, so just back me up.'
Jack shrugged. 'Fair enough.'
'Nellie,' called Eddie, 'Nellie, a winding needed here.'
A dainty doll with a huge wasps' nest of yellow hair hastened along behind the bar counter, turned Tinto around and began to vigorously crank the key in his back.
'See his name there, on his back?' said Eddie, leaning over the bar counter and pointing it out to Jack.
Jack perused the barman's back. 'It doesn't say Tinto,' he said, 'it says Tintoy. The "Y" has worn off.'
'You're right,' said Eddie. 'But don't mention it to Tinto. He thinks it makes him special.'
Jack opened his mouth to speak, but didn't.
'Thank you, my dear,' said Tinto, his head turning a semicircle. 'Almost ran right down there. Now, what was I doing?' His body revolved to catch up with his head.
'You were pulling two beers for us,' said Eddie.
'Was I?' asked Tinto.
'You were,' agreed Jack. 'You'd just scrutinised my I.D. and commented on the fact that I looked young for my age.'
'Did I?' said Tinto.
'You did,' said Eddie. 'And we'd just paid for the beers.'
'You had?' said Tinto.
'We had,' said Jack. 'Edclie did. With a gold piece. But we haven't had the beers yet and Eddie hasn't had his change.'
'So sorry,' said Tinto. 'I'll get right to it.' And he moved off along the bar to pull a brace of beers.
'A gold piece?' whispered Eddie. 'That's pushing it a bit.'
Jack shrugged. 'I was only backing you up. You can always tell him it was a mistake if you want and say you gave him the right money.'
'Oh no,' whispered Eddie. 'A gold piece is fine. I must remember that in future.'
Tinto returned and presented Eddie and Jack with their beers and Eddie with a great deal of change. 'Cheers,' said Eddie, taking his glass carefully between his paws and pouring beer messily into his face.