Chatterbox: Inkwell

I had so much fun writing this paragraph that I thought I would share it with all of you! I'm thinking of creating a story about it.

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Emily heard a small jingle and glanced up at the little iron
bell that hung above the doorway as she stepped into the small shop. When her
round blue eyes adjusted to the dusty glow of the shop, she found herself
peering around a small room filled with baubles and gadgets. Behind a smooth
wooden counter sat an odd little man. He had a bushy white mustache, a rather
large nose, and two crinkly eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses. She was
just about to emit a polite cough when a golden bell broke the silence. All at
once knickknacks and gizmos began to fly around the room. Bubbles in long
necked tubes hissed and popped, metal springs went boing, and clocks of all
sizes started to bong in great reverberating sounds. Bong, bong, clickety-clack,
bang, whoosh, zip, zap, pop, boing! As the room erupted into multiple sounds,
the little man leapt up from his stool, threw his weathered hands into the air
and said “Stop, stop! Be quiet! It’s only one o’clock!”

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What do you think? Any critiques?