It was nighttime at Shovelware Studios Hollywood. Ferry Berry was tired. He didn’t get to go until his shift was up. The trolley was empty, with everyone rather walking than riding an extremely slow trolley. He leans against the trolley controls and stares off into space. At least an hour has passed and he finally snaps out of it. The trolley had stopped, and you had gotten on. “Oh, hi there. Just sit down and don’t get up until your stop,” he directed.