A Tale of Four Characters

Chapter One: Purse

"Purse? Oh Purse? Wherever are you?"

Purse, Electra's money truck, opened his eyes and looked at the clock. 6 in the morning. great. time to get up.

He dived back under his money print sheets, knowing that Electra would get him up at some more reasonable hour later.

Purse almost leapt out of bed when he heard a loud pounding on his door, and he recognized Wrench's voice, "Come on Purse! You're going to be late for breakfast!"

The Money Truck's reply was acid-laced, "LEAVE ME ALONE WRENCH!"

The Repair Truck crossed her arms, a smirk on her face, "Okay. I guess I'll just have to feed YOUR share of the pancakes to the dog."

"Pancakes?!"

An emerald blur ran past Wrench and down the stairs, and she knew it was Purse still in his green silk pajamas.

The little Money Truck eagerly sat at the table, waiting for two things. One was undeniably the pancakes Wrench had promised, but the other was his lord and master Electra. With these things, Purse could have a good day.

He was therefore surprised when Wrench was the one that went into the kitchen, usually Krupp's little castle, and reappeared with only two plates of pancakes. "Where is everyone else?"

The Repair Truck set his plate in front of him, taking her own to the other end of the table, "Master Electra went to talk with control about Race Night. Krupp is with him. Volta and Joule wanted to spend a little 'sister' time together." She took a bite of her pancakes, "And after breakfast, I'm going to a conference to learn the latest techniques in repair."

Purse blinked, "What am I going to do?"

Wrench shrugged, "Whatever you want I expect, Master Electra pretty much said we had the day off."

The Money Truck sat in stunned silence. He sat there all through the time it took Wrench to finish her breakfast, sat through her lecture on what he could and could not touch, and sat after she had closed the door behind her.

Then, Purse gave a shrill cry, "AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"