|To catch a ride on
the TTR, you
have three possible options.
The first is right here at this
web site, which, happily, you've already
located. Thanks for dropping by.
The second option is to
travel to Punkydoodle county and go south
on Old Beamish Road until you pass Ralph
Doolittle's apple orchard (look for his
sign "From Our Orchard To Your
Next, turn right onto
Sideroad No. 2 and enjoy the tranquil
scenery as it winds majestically uphill
for ten or twelve miles through lush
valleys and dense forest groves, past
ivy-covered cottages, fertile pasture
land, barley fields and several ol'
fishin' holes until eventually it arrives
at one of the most picturesque little
towns in all of creation --- the bucolic
burg of Sleepyville, population 2,108
(2,110 when Gladys Singleton's sister and
brother-in-law come from out of town to
stay with them --- much to her husband
Now if you call in at
the general store and compliment the
proprietor on her new hair-do and recent
weight loss, she should gladly provide
you with directions to the Sleepyville
train station --- where, if you're lucky,
the station master will be on duty,
awake, and not too put out by your
unscheduled appearance to provide you
with a TTR timetable.
If I remember
correctly, the train departs daily at one
and six pm on the dot (give or take an
hour or two) so, if Lady Luck has frowned
on you and caused you to miss the first,
I heartily suggest that you sit back,
relax, and wait for the second.
You can pass the time
quite happily by perusing the Sleepyville
Gazette and occasionally letting your
mind wander to your upcoming soothing
ride on the rails, courtesy of engineers
Casey and Jeb.
Now, the third and only
other possible access point to the Toy
Trunk Railroad lies in the well-lit
basement of Walter Bupzik's humble home.
Yes, inexplicably, his model train layout
contains a large portion of the TTR Line.
No one is quite sure
why this is so, least of all Walter and
the tiny denizens of Sleepyville (who are
completely in the dark on the subject and
totally unaware of each others presence).
Keeping this in mind,
try not to ask Walter too many
questions......in fact, try not to say
too much at all. You never know what
might inadvertently slip out.
I suggest that you just
kick back on Walt's battered old couch,
sip a glass of Mona's famous fruit punch,
and enjoy yourself as Walter proudly
shows you his layout.
And if anything
peculiar happens while you're there ---
just shrug your shoulders and feign
ignorance... and try very hard to keep
that knowing smile off your face.
Walter doesn't know..... will only make