10 year old Captain Ginger was raised in a clock shop. He isn't exactly sure who his parents are, but is determined to find them with his mysterious family heirloom that he calls a coat and the help of his friends.
At the clock shop, Tommy was introduced to Quintus Thecklebottom, the clockmaker who had given Ginger his cockroach-antennae jacket. He was short and plump, and he always wore a kepi to cover his bald head.
“Hoi, Io'm Quintus Thecklebottom. Want poie? Ioi have chocolate pumpkin, berry tart, and me fave, pizza poie!”
“We're good, thank you dad,” Said Ginger.
“Well then, whot can Ioi do fo' ya Ginga, meh boy?” Quintus asked. Ginger opened his mouth to speak, but immediately closed it, for the room had filled with a horrible TICK! TICK! sound.
Quintus frowned and said, “Well that don't happen much of'n,” He messed around with some clocks, but eventually came to the conclusion that the ticking sounds would not stop.
“Mmkay everyone, let's go in here!” Quintus pointed to giant cuckoo clock with a door just big enough to fit a person.
“Wait a sec! Maybe this has something to do with the mission! Good thing we came!” Ginger exclaimed while crawling through the door in the cuckoo clock.
"Oh yeah... whot mission?" Quintus asked.
"Dad, I thought it was time for me to find my parents," Said Ginger, looking at the floor.
"Oh, well Io did find yeh boi this clock," muttered Quintus.
"Dad, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I was just so curious." Ginger reassured him.
"It's ok buddy, Io knew you'd want to do something soon." Quintus patted Ginger on the back as they stood up in the clock.
Inside the cuckoo clock was a muddle of metal coils and small hammers and gears. However, a pathway was distinctly carved in the jumble of clock parts.
“Let's go on that path ova' there,” Quintus suggested. Everybody followed the path until they saw two things: a dead end, and a man with a hardhat on.
“Who are you?” Ginger exclaimed. The man quickly turned around looked at Ginger, Tommy and Quintus. His expression relaxed a bit.
“I'm Kile Elik. I've been living here for two years now. Some dark magic has sealed the door shut so I can't get out.” Said Kile.
“But how did we get in?” Tommy asked.
“I have no idea. I don't know how I got in either. Maybe it was destiny,” Said Kile, a look of boredom upon his wrinkled face. Kile brushed some black curls from his eyes. “I need a haircut.” He muttered.
Quintus shook his head, and began walking around the clock. Tommy followed him.
“Oh crap!” Quintus lost his balance on a plank, and disappeared.
“GUYS! QUINTUS IS GONE!” Tommy hollered.
“What is it?” Said Ginger, panting. Kile came after him.
“Qu-Quintus is gone!” Tommy stammered. He pointed to the deserted plank.
“Tell us exactly what happened Tommy,” Said Kile.
“Well… he was walking on this plank-” Tommy pointed to the plank. “-And he lost his balance and disappeared!” Tommy replied nervously.
