Let Me Introduce You to Movieland

The phone rang at the right hand side of the counter, the side behind which everyone left their winter coats. It was October, and already cold. It was even cold for Montreal.
Jane skipped past Big Toenails, nearly pushing him aside, and answered the phone, in French, of course, "Bonjour. Movieland."
"Moki moki." Someone said to Jane.
Jane said, "What?"
"We want to know how to spell Jimminy Cricket, please."
Jane said, "I don't know."
The voice asked, "Could you find out?"
Jane, instead of looking it up in the computer, went to get the box in the kid's section. She knew where the box was, even though she had only rented it to people twice, because she had a photographic memory for things that mattered.
When she got back on the phone, no one was there. Dead air.
She hung up.