'I don't think we should let a small detail like that stand in the way of the disaster that immediately awaits us as soon as you get behind the wheel, should we?'
'You're a most articulate little bear,' said Jack.
'Don't patronise me,' said Eddie. 'I warned you about that, didn't I?'
'You did,' said Jack. 'So should I wind?’
‘Please wind,' said Eddie.
The car was an Anders Faircloud: pressed tin in the metallic blue of a butterfly's wing. It was long and low and highly finned at the tail, the way that every good car should be (apart from the short stumpy sports ones that go like poop off a scoop and generally come to grief on late night motorways with a celebrity (though rarely a Preadolescent Poetic Personality) in the driving seat). It had pressed tin wheels with breezy wide hubs and big rubber tyres. It was a blinder of an automobile and its all-over glory gave Jack a moment's pause for thought.
'Eddie,' said Jack.
‘Jack?' said Eddie.
'Eddie,' said Jack. 'This is a superb automobile.'
'Bill's pride and joy,' said Eddie.
'So herein lies a mystery. Why would Bill Winkie not take his car when he went off to wherever he went off to?'
'What are you suggesting?' Eddie asked.
'Nothing,' said Jack. 'I was just wondering why he would have gone off and left his precious car behind.'
'I don't know,' said Eddie. 'Perhaps he didn't take the car because it is such a noticeable car. Perhaps he has gone off somewhere to be incognito. Perhaps he's working on the case, incognito. Is that enough perhapses for you?'
'Perhaps,' said Jack.
'Wind the car up,' said Eddie. 'Let's go to the crime scene.'
'Yes,' said Jack. 'Let's do that.'
Well, there is a knack to driving a car.
And Jack didn't have it.
No doubt he'd get it, given time, like he would getting drunk. But these things do take time, even the getting drunk thing. He was okay on the winding-up part of the procedure, though. There was no doubt about that.
'No!' howled Eddie as Jack backed out of the garage at speed, before the garage door was actually raised.
'Stop!' screamed Eddie, as Jack performed a remarkable handbrake turn in the middle of the traffic that moved (quite swiftly) in the street beyond.
'We're all gonna die!' bellowed Eddie as Jack tore forward on the wrong side of that street.
'I'm getting the knack of this,' said Jack, gronching the gears and clinging to the steering wheel. 'These things take time. I have the measure of it now.'
'No you don't!' Eddie ducked down in his seat. Even lower than he already was.
'Piece of the proverbial.' Jack spun the steering wheel, which at least took him onto the right side of the road. 'Does this car have a music system fitted? One of those music bow wheel-pin contraptions?'
'Forget the music.' Eddie covered his face.
'Easy-peasy.' Jack put his foot down somewhere. It was the brake; the car did a bit of a spin; Jack took his foot off the brake. 'What about that?' he said.
'You don't even know where we're going.'
'Do you?'
'Yes, the wrong way.'
'Well, why didn't you say so?’ Jack spun the wheel again. The Anders Faircloud moved from the on-going lane back into the other-going lane, causing much distress amongst the other-going-laners.
'Got it now,' said Jack. 'Out of the way, fellas!' And he honked the horn.
'Well, you do know where the horn is.'
'Do you know what?'
'What?' said Eddie.
'I'll tell you what,' said Jack, 'this is great. Do you know that? Great! I'm driving a car. Do you know how great this is for me? This is...'
'Great?' said Eddie.
'As great as,' said Jack. 'As wonderful as, in fact. Marvellous. Incredible. I'm enjoying this so much.'
Jack took a sudden right turn, cutting across oncoming traffic and causing much sudden braking from it and much shunting of one car into another.
'And why did you do that?' Eddie asked from beneath the pressed tin dashboard.
'I don't know. Because I could, I suppose. Where would you like me to drive to?'
'I'd like you to stop. In fact I'd love you to stop.'
'Well, I'm not going to. So where would you like us to go?'
'Okay.' Eddie climbed out of his seat and peeped over the dashboard. 'Turn left at the next road and... Jack, do you feel all right?'
'I feel incredible,' said Jack, 'full of power, do you know what I mean?'
'It's the lotion.' Eddie covered his face as Jack put his foot down again. 'Bill's lotion, the stuff you were apparently supposed to rub on, rather than drink. I'd never actually seen him doing the actual rubbing in. I sleep late as a rule. I think it's pumped you up rather and... Oh my...'
Jack went 'Weeeeeeeeee,' and then he went 'Oooooooooooh!' and then he went 'Oh!' and 'Damn.' And then he said, 'We've stopped.'
'The clockwork's run down,' said Eddie. 'You put it under — how shall we put this? — certain strain.'
'What a rush,' said Jack, sitting back in the driving seat. 'Did I love that? Or did I not? I loved it. I did. It was wonderful. It was..."
And then Jack passed from consciousness once more.
'I think this is going to be a very emotional sort of a relationship,' said Eddie, to no one other than himself. 'But let's look on the bright side. By sheer chance, or coincidence, or a force greater than ourselves, which guides our paths and moulds our destinies, we have stopped right outside Nursery Towers, the home of the late and lamented Humpty Dumpty.'
6
Humpty Dumpty.
Did he fall, or was he pushed, or was it that he jumped?
Or was it, in fact, none of the above?
There has always been controversy surrounding Humpty Dumpty's famous plunge from the wall. Historical details are sketchy at best. Eyewitness accounts conflict. And even the exact location of the original wall remains uncertain.[2]
Conspiracy theories abound. One hinges on the matter of Humpty's real identity. According to some, he was a failed Toy City TV stuntman called Terry Horsey, who reinvented himself by taking on the exotic, foreign-sounding name of Humpty Dumpty and performing a real-life stunt, without the aid of a crash mat.
This theory has been dubbed the 'Did He Fall (on purpose)? Theory'.
It does not, however, stand up to close scrutiny, as extensive searches through the Toy City TV archives have failed to turn up a single piece of footage, from any TV show, that involved a thirty-seven-stone stunt man.
The 'Was He Pushed? Theory' stands upon even shakier ground (ha ha). It incorporates a number of co-related sub-theories, listed below:
Sub-theory 1: He was pushed by: (a) a jealous lover; (b) a miffed business associate; (c) a rival, either in love, or in business; or (d) an assassin hired by any of the above.
But he survived the fall.
Sub-theory 2: He did not survive the fall. In this theory, he actually died and was replaced by a lookalike.
Sub-theory 3: He did survive the fall, but was replaced by a lookalike anyway and went into seclusion somewhere.
Exactly where, and indeed why, is not explained.
The 'Did He Jump? Theory', currently enjoying a renaissance in Toy City's popular press, puts forward the failed suicide hypothesis. It hints at depression brought on by Humpty's obvious eating disorder and draws support from an interview he once gave on The Tuffet, a popular Toy City TV chat show hosted by the ever-youthful Miss Muffet, on which Humpty spoke at length about his weight problem.
Critics of this particular theory state that Humpty's appearance on the show was nothing more than a cynical marketing exercise to promote his latest book, The H Plan Diet.
2
In a famous lawsuit, two rival farmers, each claiming that the original wall stood upon their property, and each receiving a hearty annual turnover from tourists who paid to view it, sued each other. Humpty Dumpty refused to substantiate either claim and the case was thrown out of court. It is interesting to note that since his death in the swimming pool, several supposed 'Stones from the True Wall' have been put up for auction. Although of doubtful provenance, these have commanded high prices from collectors of relics.