There's a hospital in the living room, under the mountain where the train track runs.
It's a hospital for damaged cars.
It would appear that the hospital is quite adequately funded as all cars there always look quite healthy with a full body of multi-coloured paint coats, sometimes smiling faces and always bright-eyed.
This upstanding health care must be thanks to the booboo cream and the caring hands of Dr. B-Head, the well-respected Director and Chief Surgeon at the hospital.
Or maybe, this is really the Neglected Car Hospital - cars that have been locked away after months of play and are no longer wanted, along with a kitty and a red bird.
Yep, it used to be an animal hospital once. I remember when Boo-Head loved that bird...
Currently listening to: "Cottleston Pie" by Rowlf the Dog. I kind of sang it like this to A'Face the other day...
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