It was a cold night in Toonsville, 101 Hillart Street. I was walking on a creepey old road. I kneeded a new clock so I went to a shop that only opened on midnight, as I got closer it started getting more scarey because the lights started turning off, There was no cars on the road. I started getting tired so I got a nice warm coffee. I finally got to the shop …gradually, things started to move… the clocks started racing and then the very old owner came and said are you here for a clock. You are my first customer.