Feb 1, 2015
"Oh," groaned Electra. "There's a lunchbox on my track." He began a slow brake, and his components followed suit.
(Krupp snickered behind him. "Meals on wheels.")
"Excuse me," said Electra irritably, to the sleepy Trolley. "You're on my track."
When he got no response, he fizzled a little and emitted a slight zap.
"Excuse me!" he bleated in a multi-tone. "This is my track. What are you doing here?"
He got a good look at the peculiar engine. "Are you even a train? What are you, some kind of bus on rails?"