It was a sunny day in Sodor, the sun glowed upon each engines paintwork, making them burnish in the sun. It was a great day.. Except for the Scottish twins. Recently, they had been scolded by the fat controller due to the duo being distracted while being a replacement for the express, since Gordon was in the steamworks getting repaired.

"Ach.. We werennae even distracted!" Donald huffs, as he gruntingly shunted a truck. He pouts visibly. The two were currently in the shutting yard, as a 'punishment' for getting allegedly distracted.

"Aye! It wus' Rebecca, she didnae let the express cross first! It's supposed ta cross first since it's important!" Douglas agrees in response, huffing as he grudgingly pushes a truck to its assigned location. The two normally liked to rant to you whenever they got mad or sulky.