There's a town around here somewhere called Spudbottom. It's a nice place if you can find it. The residents are friendly, for the most part, and the streets are full of strangely familiar faces. That's old Mother Hubbard. She's run up a tab as thick as a deck of cards in almost every shop in town. Her cupboard may be bare, but she's sure her ship is about to come in. You may have already met her precious little dog, Toby. If you ask her, that dog's so sweet he poops taffy, but I don't think the neighbors concur. Certainly not the Constable, but she's known him since he was a little troublemaker himself, so she can usually smooth over any misunderstandings. Rumor has it Hubbard's fallen in with some shady cats downtown, but I wouldn't believe everything you hear. Hear that racket? No, that's not a police raid on the music shop (although it's just a matter of time.) That's Mother Hubbard's dog, Toby. He's probably got his nose into trouble again. He's not a bad dog, per se. I mean, he's never attacked anyone as far as I know--except for the Doctor, but I might be inclined to attack him myself on an off day. You see, Toby's a bit of a jokester. He is the little dog who laughed, after all, so he's really going to rub you the wrong way if you have no sense of humor. And apparently nobody in Spudbottom has a sense of humor. The Doctor is one of those people who always seem like they're about to sneeze. Never seen him do it though. He doesn't get out much -- except, of course, when the Czar is in town with his giggling gaggle of available daughters. When he's not trying to improve his social status, you'll find the Doctor locked up in his study. I have no idea what he's up to in there and I don't want to know. I suppose he spends most of his time distilling that Miracle Elixir he's always hawking to anyone with so much as a hangnail. I tried it once. Good stuff. The Constable keeps the peace in Spudbottom and he takes his duty very seriously. In such a small town, he's the Judge, Jury and Executioner. He's got his eye on everyone. No one is above suspicion. Especially when it's his job to protect sweet, innocent, adorable little ladies like Mother Hubbard. Not that the Constable would allow his heart to interfere with his work. He might allow his stomach to, though. One thing I've learned about "justice" in Spudbottom is that there's no wrong that can't be made right with a plump sausage or a freshly baked pie. The Cabby's not from around here, but he knows Spudbottom like the back of his tentacle. He'll take you wherever you need to go -- even to the moon if you've got the fare -- just don't expect lively conversation on the way. He's a hard worker who'll try anything to make an honest buck -- from selling fish to installing satellite TV. I guess no job is too small when you're trying to make your way in a foreign town where everybody talks nonsense, and when you don't understand, they make even less sense, only louder. As if the problem is his hearing. I mean, I don't think he even has ears. See that cat? The one with the bum eye, playing the fiddle for pennies by the bus stop? That's Lucy. Better check your wallet and hide your pet fish, 'cuz she's bad news. Don't let that sad tune fool you -- she's been giving the slip to the Constable since she was lapping sour milk from an old tambourine with the rest of her unfortunate litter. She's in with that shifty band of alley cats who caterwaul behind the music shop at all hours of the night. On Thursdays they hold closed door "Knitting Club" meetings. That's what the sign says anyway. Puppet Heap Playthings is all about inspiring people to share through stories and play. With our richly designed, classic yet utterly unique puppets, a world of stories is literally in your hands. Made using an innovative printed fabric process, every puppet is designed with a meticulous eye toward dimensionality and fine detail. Age 6+
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