Later that night, everyone had gathered around to celebrate the starting of the races the following night. as usual, Greaseball and Dinah were in each other's arms as well as Rusty and Pearl. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, except for CB. Once again the caboose sat in a far corner. Music began to play and CB watched as Greaseball held his hand out to Dinah. She took it and was lead out on the dance floor. Rusty and Pearl did the same. Soon all the couples were dancing. CB however stayed sitting in his corner. He never took his eyes off Dinah.

Zeta, a promiscuous, black and white sleeping car, approached the red caboose. "Care for a dance, Tiger?" she asked with a slight purr in her voice. "Later Zeta!" CB replied glancing to the sleeper for only a moment. Zeta gave a sexy pout. "All right...I see how it is," she responded as though her feelings were hurt. CB fell for it and gave a sigh. Turning his attention away from Dinah a moment the caboose said, "I'm busy right now Zeta...Tell ya what, I'll make it up to ya. Just tell when, where, and how and I will." Zeta gave a sly grin. "Noon tomorrow, my place, you'll know how," she answered finishing off with a wink before skating off. CB went back to watching Greaseball and Dinah angrily.

Just then, the lights went out. The celebrators stopped what they were doing immediately and confusion followed.

"Greaseball?"

"Don't worry Dinah, I'm here."

"Rusty what's going on?"

"I don't know Pearl...I really don't." CB had an idea. His idea was proved correct when a harsh, male voice said, "I am Krupp! Electra's armaments truck." That was soon followed by a masculine-sounding, female voice saying, "I am Wrench! Electra's repair truck." Rusty gave a groan and Greaseball groaned out, "Not again..."

"I am Purse! Electra's money truck. Electra is rich, switch your allegiance to Electra!" a softer, male voice seemed to purr. The two final female components purred together. "I am Volta! Electra's freezer truck."

"I am Joule! Electra's dynamite truck."

"Electra is cool..."

"Electra is hot..." The other three then joined in the chant. "Rich, hot, powerful! Rich, hot, cool! Electra!" With that final word, the lights returned and there stood Electra with his five components. Electra smirked at his gawking audience. "I am Electra," he purred. "And I'm back."

The electric engine gazed from one face to another. His electric blue eyes stopped suddenly on an unfamiliar face. She was looking back at him and quickly looked away. Electra motioned Purse over and whispered into the money truck's ear. Purse didn't agree with what Electra said. However, he knew that it wasn't wise to argue with him. The money truck nodded and skated away. Greaseball then came up to the electric and demanded, "What are you doing here?" Electra purred, trying to keep his temper, "It's a free country, isn't it? I came to challenge the champion for his title." The two engines stared at each other for a moment before turning and going separate ways. Greaseball to Dinah and Electra to his components.

Trini turned her head back and watched Electra leave. When he had, she couldn't keep from staring. He was so sleek...so smooth...so stylish... 'He must be coupled though,' she thought turning her head away when he caught her stare. 'With both a pretty freezer truck and dynamite truck, why wouldn't he be?' she sighed. That was when Purse came up to her. "You have been honored," he said. Trini gave him a look as if she didn't understand. "Excuse me?" Purse tried again. "You have been chosen. Electra wishes to race with you." Did she hear right? "With me? But Electra has his own cars, doesn't he?" Purse gave a sharp nod. "He does...though he said he saw an intriguing new face and wants to give you the chance of a lifetime." Trini couldn't believe what she was hearing. Some engine wanted to race with her? Not just any engine either, but Electra! Purse broke Trini's thoughts. "Please say yes," he almost pleaded. "If I go back with bad news...Electra will fire me." Trini thought about what Purse said. She certainly didn't want to be the reason if the money truck got fired, but she didn't know the electric engine. Trini's thoughts were interrupted once again by another voice. "What is her answer Purse?" it purred. Trini looked towards the voice and blushed as red as her dress when she saw Electra standing there. Purse bowed. "Why not ask her yourself Master Electra?" The electric turned his head and looked to Trini. "What's your name?" he asked with a slight purr. "T-Trini," the small dining car replied. "I am Electra, the Engine of the Future. I have chosen you to race with me. Do you accept?" Trini looked the engine over. "Don't you have your own trucks?"

"Yes I do," Electra replied. "But none of them are as intriguing as you." Trini blushed once more. Purse turned his head away from the pair. He was hurt. Why did Electra have to say that in front of him? The money truck turned back to the two when he heard Trini say, "Of course I'll race with you," a smile on her face. Purse excused himself and left the couple alone, leaving rather hurt and angry.

Purse had gone a ways before stopping. He couldn't believe this was happening again! A year ago, it had been that pink observation coach. That bitch had broken Electra's heart! Electra had hidden it well, but the money truck could always tell. He had a feeling it would happen again. If that red dining car broke his Master's heart, Starlight help her!!! Purse would teach that little tease a thing or two!!! He did NOT like to see Electra hurt!!! Purse only wished Electra would see this instead off going after every pretty face. The money truck truly loved his Master.................