In a world where monsters and machinery coexist in a harmony as quirky as it is colourful
, the story of Groggle and his beloved car unfolds near the bustling town of Bentleigh. Groggle, a fuzzy monster with eyes as big as his heart, found himself in a pickle one sunny afternoon. His car, a charming contraption that ran on laughter (and occasionally, a few happy tears), started making a peculiar noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle followed by a hiccup.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, Groggle decided it was time to seek out the best mechanic close to Bentleigh. He’d heard tales of a place, a hop and a skip away, in the neighbouring locale of Bentleigh East, known for its car services that catered to all, from the smallest of scooters to the most monstrous of motors.
With a map in one claw and a hopeful heart, Groggle set off on his journey. The road was less travelled, winding through landscapes dotted with daisies that danced in the breeze and rivers that sang soft melodies. Finally, he arrived at the mechanic’s garage, a place that looked as if it had sprung up from the pages of a fairy tale, complete with a sign that sparkled under the sun, reading “Magic Motors: A Car Service Near Bentleigh East Like No Other.”
Groggle was greeted by Manny, a mechanic whose expertise was as legendary as his ability to speak in riddles. With a twinkle in his eye, Manny listened to Groggle’s tale of woe and chuckled. “Ah, it sounds like your car’s laughter engine is tickled. It happens when it overhears too many jokes. Let’s take a look, shall we?”
As Manny worked his magic, Groggle watched in awe, fascinated by the array of tools that seemed to have a life of their own. Wrenches whirled, screwdrivers swayed, and before long, the car’s hiccupping giggle was replaced with a content purr.
“Your trusty steed is all set,” Manny announced with a grin. “Just remember, it runs on laughter, so keep the jokes coming, but maybe not the ones about the chicken crossing the road.”