The Great Marker Derailment

I revved my wheels across the slick wooden floor, aiming straight for a tidy line of markers that dared to block my track. Those dull, motionless sticks thought they could tell me where to stop! With full steam ahead, I charged right into the yellow highlighter in the center. Clatter! Markers went rolling in every direction like startled coaches off the rails. I plowed straight through the wreckage without even slowing down. The corridor is my territory now, and anyone standing in my path is going to get knocked flying!