Toot'n Totum

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Toot‘n Totum gas station, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. As he filled up his truck, an announcement crackled over the PA system: ‘Attention, please fill your tanks with love today.’ Ever since then, customers have been leaving notes and small tokens in the tank caps. Soon enough, word spread like wildfire through town. One day, a delivery driver left a note reading, 'Love is full, but my fridge is empty—please top off my groceries!' A neighbor dropped off eggs, milk, and bread, while another customer added some fresh-baked cookies. Now, every time someone fills their tank, they might find not just love, but also a surprise from the community.

2. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Toot’n Totum and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the gas pump. He shrugged it off as nothing unusual until he saw the glowing neon sign above flickering in strange patterns. Curious, he leaned closer—and nearly jumped back when a tiny, gruff voice said, ‘Fill’er up?’ A gremlin-like creature popped out of the nozzle, rubbing its hands together with glee. The delivery driver laughed it off, paid for his gas, and left—never mentioning the encounter to anyone but his cat, who just yawned and went back to sleep.

3. One day, a curious neighbor asked: ‘Why does Toot‘n Totum always smell like bacon?’ Nobody knew for sure, but every morning, that delicious aroma wafted through the air, making everyone wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more than meets the eye.’ Finally, someone decided to investigate. A regular walked in one morning and asked the attendant, 'Does this place really smell like bacon?' The attendant shrugged, 'Nope, just our secret recipe of coffee and motor oil!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it had been a mystery all along—just another quirky thing about their local gas station.

4. At dawn, when most stations are quiet, Toot‘n Totum suddenly lit up with an eerie glow. A delivery driver pulled in curiously, only to see the pumps dancing to an unseen rhythm. As he watched, a nearby gas canister started gently swaying along with the music, its shadow dancing on the wall like some mischievous ghost. The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking it was just another oddity of the early-morning hours. When he filled up his truck, he noticed that the pump had left behind not fuel, but tiny plastic whistles—each one whistling a different tune. From then on, locals would stop by Toot‘n Totum for more than just gas; they came for the free music and good company.