Oliver Went to the Turntable Well (2)/Transcript

Michael Angelis: Oliver pulled some loaded trucks into a siding and pushed the empties into the chute. Then he came back to take the loaded trucks away. But they were comfortable and didn't want to move.

Trucks: What right is he to poke his funnel in here?

Michael Angelis: they grumbled.

Trucks: We want Duck! Or Donald! Or Douglas!

Oliver: Look sharp.

Michael Angelis: huffed Oliver.

Trucks: That's not the way to speak.

Michael Angelis: hissed the trucks.

Trucks: We'll pay him out.

Michael Angelis: Oliver heard nothing. The trucks move smoothly at first, then suddenly, Oliver found them forced forward. His driver applied the brakes, but they were useless against the surging trucks.

Trucks: On, on, on!

Michael Angelis: yelled the trucks. Oliver formed hard, but still they forced them on and on. At last, the trucks grew tired.

Oliver: I'm winning.

Michael Angelis: gasped Oliver. But it was too late. (Oliver falls into the turntable well) Oliver laid bruised and bemused, bunkered down in the turntable well.