...... Lee Cooper, the barrel maker and beyond that the Market District, some very interesting stalls along there". Tailspin, still clutching his stomach, was leaning on Neiwils shoulder until his wobbly legs would obey him. Tailspins attention was drawn to 2 very oddly dressed characters, doing a very bad job of hiding behind a waterwheel.....Neiwil had noticed them too, but as they're not in this story he paid them no attention and they wandered out of frame. A scruffy young lad was leaning on a post at the entrance to the market. Neiwil held up a shiny penny and the urchin came over, Neiwil whispered in his ear and pressed the penny into his palm and the lad ran off. Tailspin watched as the lad sprinted out of sight, " that's the last you'll see of him or your money " he chided. Neiwil disagreed, " I'd trust him with my life, he's the last male descendant of old King Harold. Nobody knows his name so we just call him the Royal Male, he always delivers, except on Sundays ". As they moved among the market stalls Neiwil acquainted Tailspin with their owners. " that's Marcus Spencer, ladies clothing and that's Boots, they sell.......well, boots. That stall over there selling groups of bonsai trees is Littlewoods". Neiwil looked at the ground and added " and that's Woolworth....." Tailspin looked around " What's Woolworth?" he enquired."About 2 groats a bail !! " Neiwil answered with a roar of laughter. Tailspin was not amused, " how much further, were is this Inventorium of yours ?". " It's just around the bend" Neiwil answered, it was Tailspins turn to laugh, " why does that NOT surprise me?" he asked. As they rounded the bend in the road, Tailspin stopped dead in his tracks, staring open mouthed. There in front of him was a billboard, 20 feet high and 30 feet wide which proclaimed...THE INVENTORIUM...WERE NEIWIL MAKES REALLY USEFUL STUFF THAT PEOPLE DON'T KNOW THEY WANT UNTIL IT'S MADE....AND THEN HE GIVES IT AWAY FOR FREE. CART PARK AT THE REAR. Tailspin regained his senses and announced " That is one VERY impressive sign!!! but where's the workshop ?" Neiwil shuffled his feet and mumbled 'something'. "what ?" Tailspin asked. Neiwil cleared his throat and said " It's behind the sign, most people just ride right passed and miss it all together. I've really got to think of a catchier name, something that will fit on a much smaller sign." Neiwil led Tailspin around the sign to a quite plain looking building, he opened the door and ushered Tailspin inside. Tailspin took two steps into the workshop and.........