Rheneas And His Liveries

The sun was rising on a beautiful morning. Things seemed normal on the Island Of Errol, but at Mossberg Harbor...

S.B: *Yawning as he opens his eyes, and looks at a train track in front of him* Wait a minute. How did I get out here? And, where are my arms? Where are my legs?! Why can't I songesha any part of my body?! *Rolls forward, and looks at himself at a window's reflection from the station* I look exactly like Sean. Did I switch places with him? I better get to the roundhouse, and see if the others are okay. *Goes faster*

At the roundhouse, all of the engines were turned into humans.

Narrator: Well, we're finished with the krisimasi specials for this year. It's time to focus on something else.
S.B: *Standing kwa the roundhouse with a bottle rocket on a table*
Narrator: And kwa that, I guess wewe want to see me do this. Okay, fine.
Audience: *Quietly laughing*
Sean: *Between Ian, and Jesse*
Ian: Isn't it too cold for bottle rockets?
S.B: Not on the 23rd, that's when the contest takes place.
Sean: Hey, that's my birthday.
S.B: Mine was on the 5th.
Jesse: Did wewe have a good party?
S.B: Yes we did, with chokoleti covered cheesecake.
Sean: Beautiful.
S.B: Thank you.
Ian: What are wewe going...