Post by ThomasandMatt on Mar 22, 2016 16:39:24 GMT
In the days following James and Henry’s little misadventure with the coach, see the last 2-3 pages of the Scenes we'd like to see thread to get the full story, the Island of Sodor finally had the chance for some peace and quiet. Not anymore though! These days, the engines of the NWR now realize that they're stuck in the realm of short but funny stories!
The first story will come out pretty soon! Be ready!
I do want feedback about the stories, what I can improve, and add to if need be.
Post by ThomasandMatt on Mar 22, 2016 18:07:11 GMT
Here's the first story, and rather early too!
The Great Mail Train Problem
Thomas was puffing down his branchline with his two coaches Annie and Clarabel. He soon came to a stop at Dryaw where his best friend Percy was arguing loudly with Harold the Helicopter.
“Hello Percy! What’s the matter?” Thomas asked. “Harold seems to think that I can’t take the mail as good as he can!” Percy said. “That’s not true!” Harold shouted back, “Percy was complaining about how heavy his mail trains have become, and I told him that I could help him with the mail! But he seems to think that I am going to do a better job than he can at it!”
Thomas listened to the conversation, and then an idea popped into his funnel. “I know! Why don’t you have another race like you did last time, but instead, you guys deliver the mail to each place you go too?” Thomas knew it was a silly idea, but he wanted to see what would happen, as he had a bet with Oliver to see who could cause more trouble on their respective branchlines. Meanwhile, Percy and Harold were so busy being mad at each other that they didn’t understand how silly the idea was, and agreed. This could be trouble.
The next day, after convincing the mail depot and their drivers and pilots, Percy and Harold waited at the Tidmouth Mail Depot to pick up their respective mailbags. Thomas was there too. He had to make sure they knew the rules for the race.
“Alright guys, the rules are you must only use the Ffarquhar branchline to deliver the mailbags, because I really don’t want the Fat Controller finding out about this at all.” Thomas said, thinking about the last time the Fat Controller had heard about a race Thomas had a part in.
“THOMAS!” shouted the Fat Controller, “What have I told you about racing Gordon across the mainline using that Jet Engine as a way of racing him?!” “But Sir…” “No buts! Now go to your shed, while I have Ryan take over your branchline duties until I have this lawsuit over the destruction of Knapford Harbour settled!”
“Thomas? Thomas? Are you okay?” said Percy a few seconds after Thomas was lost in his trance. “What? What is it?” Thomas replied, now firmly in the present. “Harold and I have been thinking, and well, we realized that we were arguing over nothing, so we’re gonna go back to the branchline now.”
Thomas was surprised. “WHAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I WENT THROUGH ALL THAT PLANNING FOR NOTHING?!” “I’m afraid so old chap,” Harold answered. “Oh, and one more thing” said Percy. “What?” Thomas asked. “The Fat Controller wants to speak with you about this race you planned.” Percy replied, and left with Harold.
And so, Thomas was put on garbage trains with Whiff for the next two months, with the warning that if he should ever pull another stunt like that again, it would be permanent. Meanwhile, Percy and Harold settled their differences and delivered the mail trains together, now both are happy being best friends again….
And what about Thomas’ bet with Oliver you ask? Well let’s just say that Rex on the Alresdale Railway was a bit shocked to see that he had been painted the same coat of red as Mike, and Duck can’t tell which engine was which.
Post by ThomasandMatt on Mar 26, 2016 14:46:22 GMT
A Visit from Ffarquhar
The Island of Sodor had seen an increase in passenger and goods traffic since the opening of the Harwick Branch which ran from Arlesburgh to Harwick. THe two engines that ran the line were Daisy, who took care of the passengers, and Ryan, an new engine bought from the GNR, who ran the goods between the two stations. Both engines enjoyed each others company, but Daisy, who used to work on the Ffarquhar Branch before being transferred over, missed her friends on that line, and the memories she made.
One night, both engines were in the shed at Harwick, when Ryan looked over at Daisy, and noticed that she was upset. Ryan decided to ask her what was the matter. "Daisy, are you alright? You seem a little sad." Daisy looked over to Ryan, and sighed. "To be perfectly honest, Ryan my dear, I'm just a little sad." She answered. "What do you mean?" Ryan asked.
"I just miss working on the Ffarquhar Branch with my old friends Thomas, Percy, Toby, and Mavis." Daisy said. "I'm not saying that I hate working on this beautiful line, but I do miss seeing Thomas wake up bright and early to take the first train of the day to Knapford, Toby heading up to the Quarry with the workman's train, and Percy shunting trucks and taking the goods along the line. I especially miss the conversations we had at night before we all fell asleep either laughing or after a good solid argument."
Ryan was amazed. He didn't fully understand that Daisy had so much fun on the Ffarquhar Branch. He'd only worked on the line when Thomas was sent to help with the construction of the Harwick Branch. He decided that he should help Daisy make new memories on her new line. But he didn't know how.
The next morning, Ryan was taking an early morning goods train to Arlesburgh. He had been up all night thinking of a way to help Daisy get more used to working on the line. When he arrived, he saw Duck. Maybe I should talk to Duck about this. He thought. Duck was happy to see Ryan. "Hello Ryan, have I got a funny story to tell you that I heard from Percy." He began. "While I would love to hear the story, I have to ask you about something." Ryan interrupted. "Okay, what is it?" Duck asked. "Daisy told me about how much fun she had on Thomas' Branchline before she came here to work with me." Ryan began. "I need to think of a way for her to feel more happier. Do you have any ideas?"
Duck thought for a moment, then he had an idea. "Maybe you could ask the Fat Controller if the engines could visit for the day. Maybe that could cheer her up." Duck said. Ryan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Thank you Duck! That's the greatest idea ever!" Ryan was excited. "So, what was this story you had to tell me?"
The following morning, Daisy was in the shed, waiting for her driver to arrive to start work. She looked over to see that Ryan had already left with the morning goods. "Oh well. At least I can get a moments peace until Driver comes." Suddenly, Daisy heard Ryan's whistle. "That's odd. Ryan doesn't usually get back this early, unless there was a special that was requested." Ryan came into view, as well as some familiar shapes. Daisy instantly recognized them and gasped. "Ryan? What is this?" Daisy exclaimed, shocked to see Thomas, who was lifted from his punishment for the day, Percy, Toby, and Mavis puffing behind Ryan. "I thought I'd invite your friends over for the day! Don't you like it?" Daisy smiled her biggest smile in months since coming to the Harwick branch. "Oh yes, Ryan! I love it!"
For the rest of the day, the old friends from Ffarquhar talked and joked about their edventures. Ryan was also invited to speak as well, as he had worked on the branchline too. After the engines left for their home that night, Daisy knew that Ryan would indeed be a good friend to have on the Harwick Branch.
The next day....
"He did what?!" Daisy said, shaocked by what Duck had said. "I know! And as a result Thomas was put on garbage duties for the next two months for it!" said Duck. Daisy smiled, and knew that only Thomas would get himself in that mess.
Tidmouth Sheds. The place to be after a hard day's work on the Fat Controller's railway. It's the place where engines large and small can rest, have a good chat about work, and most of all, sleep. One night at Tidmouth Sheds, Gordon had arrived back from pulling the Wild Nor' Wester from Barrow. He was looking forward to a well earned rest. Just as he pulled up to the turntable well, he gasped. "What the...?! What are you guys doing here?!" He shouted.
There in the shed in front of him, were the Vicarstown Diesels. They were in his sheds! "Hello Gordon!" called Paxton. "Didn't you hear? The Fat Controller's having the engines of Tidmouth and Vicarstown switch sheds for the next couple of nights!" "No." Gordon replied. "I was away with the Wild Nor' Wester." "Well," Diesel spoke up, "apparently he thinks that we steamies and diesels need to see what the other gets to experience outside of our comfort zones. Personally, I think it is a stupid idea." Some of the other diesels agreed.
Gordon was outraged. "Why wasn't I told of this?!" "Because Gordon, you left Tidmouth with your train before I could speak to you." replied a familiar voice. The engines looked down to see the Fat Controller standing next to Gordon. "I thought that maybe you lot could gain some more experience being transferred to different sheds in some points in time." Gordon's frown deepened as the Fat Controller continued. "Now this isn't a permanent thing Gordon, so you can wipe that frown off your smokebox." "How can he sir? He doesn't have any hands." Paxton asked. "Oh do be quiet." Diesel replied, annoyed at Paxton's question.
Gordon sighed. "But sir, who will pick up the Express here? Surely you can't expect James, Henry, Bear and I to travel up here to pick it up every morning for the next two days?" The Fat Controller though for a moment. This was a question he had hoped to avoid. "Well Gordon, I sure hope you like waking up two hours earlier than usual to travel here." With that, the Fat Controller left. Gordon frowned again as he watched the controller climb into his car. Reluctantly, he rolled onto the turntable, turned 'round, and puffed back down the line to Vicarstown, his old home.
Over the next couple of days, the mainline engines grew more and more cross with having to drop their trains off at Tidmouth Station and the yards, then have to refuel and travel back to Vicarstown every night. Mean while the diesels were having similar problems. While living at Tidmouth was nice, if they ever had a problem, they would have had to wait until the parts they needed to be delivered, which created massive delays to the mainline.
After the trial days were over, the Fat Controller sat in his office at Tidmouth, reading all the complaints from passengers, staff, and surprisingly, the engines. While he wondered how the engines managed to write letters to him despite not having any hands, he began to think that maybe what Gordon had said was perhaps a better idea than what he had originally thought.
The next day at Tidmouth Yards, the Fat Controller called the steam and diesel engines of the mainline together. "Now, you're all wondering why I've gathered you here today." The answer that came to him was a rather loud one. "WE ALL BL**DY WELL KNOW WHY!" The engines shouted. After he regained his composure, The Fat Controller continued. "I've called you all here to inform you that the trials were a failure. I can assure you, that this won't happen again." He winced, waiting for their response. He was relieved to hear the engines murmuring to each other.
Later, when the engines left, Gordon spoke to the Fat Controller. "Well sir, I hope you've learned a valuable lesson from all this." "Yes I have Gordon, never get an idea while also inebriated after a night of drinking at the SiF Bar Car" replied the Fat Controller. Gordon just sighed. He knew what the Fat Controller was talking about.
Donald and Douglas are Scottish Twins, as if that introduction hasn’t been overused enough. (Apologies to all Scottish people.) They generally help out with goods trains and passengers on occasions when they were needed. Sometimes they work on Duck’s branchline, but mostly, they work on the mainline.
One evening, Donald and Douglas were at Arlesburgh Sheds with Duck and Oliver. They had to take ballast trains from the Arlesdale Railway that entire day, and they were exhausted. “Och Donal’, Ah dae feel exhausted!” said Douglas. “Ah feel th’ sam way, Douggie! An’ tomorrow willnae be any better!” Donald replied, thinking about the mixed good trains they were to pick up from Harwick and Arlesdale the next day. Duck and Oliver were worried for their friends. They wanted to help, but didn’t know how to.
The next day, Donald and Douglas woke up to see the Fat Controller standing before them. “Och hello, Sirr! Wha’ ur ye here for?” They asked, at the same time, which creeped the Fat Controller out. “Um, well, I’m here to tell you that the both of you get to have the day off today!” The Twins were shocked! “But sir, whit about th’ mixed goods we waur goonae tak’ today?” Donald asked, casting a worried look at his twin. “I’ve already taken care of that!” replied the controller.
The Twins then heard some familiar whistles coming from up near the station. It was James, Emily, and Arthur, the latter two who had come from the Kirk Ronan branchline to help. Donald and Douglas were amazed! “Och sir! Ye shounldnae hae!” Douglas said happily. “Alright you two, get some rest, while these three get to do your jobs!” The Fat Controller replied. “Now James, you’ll be taking Donald’s trains, Emily, you’re taking Douglas’ trains, and Arthur, you’ll be doing the shunting and ballast trains to Tidmouth. Now off to work you three!”
Author’s Interruption. Now you’re probably wondering, why are Emily and Arthur helping out? Well, if I ever get around to it, I’ll make a list of what engine is working on what line in this little universe o’ mine. More importantly, why James of all engines? Well….
“TRUCKS?!?!?!?! I, James, the most splendid of the Fat Controller’s engines, pride of the line, greatest at pulling passenger trains, reduced to pulling wagons that would most likely ruin my reputation of being a splendid red passenger engine with the slightest chance of a mishap! It’s a disgrace, an absolute disgrace! What was that Controller thinking?! I mean seriously! Why me?! I could be pulling the Express right now if I wasn’t doing this…”
….let’s just say that James was the only other engine available for the job.
For the rest of the day, James complained profusely about his predicament, which was making the other engines very cross indeed. Later that day, James arrived back from Tidmouth with a small goods train carrying supplies to the Alresdale Railway, which was needed for a little construction project…
When he arrived at the exchange terminal, he complained to one of the little engines, who was unfortunately Mike. “As if pulling goods trains was bad enough, now I have to take stupid supply trains to your little toy railway!” James complained. Mike, who had been informed long ago about James being against trucks, had enough of his complaining. “For goodness’ sake, James! Can’t you just give it up already?” Mike shouted. “I mean, you’ve been complaining since this very morning, just as you’ve arrived! Don’t you have anything better to do besides moaning and groaning?!”
James was shocked. “How dare you! I have every right to complain! I’m a splendid red engine!” “An’ ye need to stop arguin’, James!” Donald called from the sheds. “Yer complainin’ has gain oan lang enaw! Dae ye want tae gie punished by bein’pit oan garbage trains loch Thomas!?” Douglas shouted.
When James heard that, he immediately went silent, and stayed that way for the next five minutes before the Yard Manager told him to collect Ryan’s goods from Harwick.
An hour after James left, the Yard Manager hurried to the shed. “James has broken down! He stopped outside of Callan station, and is blocking both ends of the line!” Donald and Douglas, at first, thought that James deserved it after all his complaining, but then thought about the passengers and goods that needed to get to Arlesburgh. “Eh’d better go and rescue heem ‘en.” Donald replied. After getting steam up, Donald left to get James and his train to Tidmouth.
When Donald arrived, he noticed that there was a complete lack of sound coming from James. “Hello James! I’m haur tae help ye tae Tidmouth. Ye alrecht?” James looked back, rather despondent. Donald realized that James’ breakdown must have been more serious than he had thought. Then James replied. “Alright? ALRIGHT?! I am anything but alright! These stupid trucks are the cause of my problem! I burst my safety valve! Now I’ll have to go to the Works to get it repaired!” Donald sighed, he had thought that James wouldn’t complain about an accident he had, but he thought wrong, all the way to Tidmouth, where Bear took the train on.
Later that night, Emily and Arthur said their goodbyes and left for Kirk Ronan. Duck and Oliver thanked Donald for helping to rescue James. “Och, it was nae problem. Ah dae wish ‘at James didne complain ay th’ way tae Tidmouth. Ah hud tae apologize a thoosain times tae Bear abit it.” “Well, at least we won’t have to worry about it for a whole week!” Duck replied. The engines laughed, and went to sleep.
I told you guys I'd make a character list, so here it is! *Caution* *Long post ahead*
The Sodor Railways
The engines of Sodor have to have a place to work now do they? NWR Main Line: Where a majority of where the engines work. Runs from Tidmouth to Vicarstown. Stations: Tidmouth Lower Tidmouth Knapford Crosby Wellsworth Maron Cronk Killdane Kellsthorpe Road Crovan’s Gate Vicarstown Tidmouth Engines: Henry Gordon James Bear Murdoch Neville Hiro Pip & Emma Charlie Philip Vicarstown Dieselworks Engines: Diesel 10 Den Dart Diesel Paxton Norman Sydney ‘Arry: Ironworks Diesel Bert: Ironworks Diesel Ffarquhar Branch Line: Better known as Thomas’ Branchline. Runs from Knapford to Ffarquhar. Stations: Knapford Dryaw Toryreck Elsbridge Maithwaite Hackenbeck Ffarquhar Engines: Thomas Percy Toby Mavis: Mainly works for the Ffarquhar (Anopha) Quarry Company Brendam Branch Line: Better known as Edward’s Branchline. Runs from Wellsworth to Brendam. Stations: Wellsworth Suddery Lower Suddery Upper Brendam Brendam Engines: Edward BoCo Bill: Mainly works for the Sodor China Clay Quarry Company Ben: Mainly works for the Sodor China Clay Quarry Company Timothy: Mainly works for the Sodor China Clay Quarry Company Marion: Mainly works for the Sodor China Clay Quarry Company Salty: Mainly works for Brendam Docks Porter: Mainly works for Brendam Docks Arlesburgh Branch Line: Better known as Duck’s Branchline or the Little Western. Runs from Tidmouth to Arlesburgh West. Stations: Tidmouth Tidmouth Hault Haultraugh Arlesburgh West Engines: Duck Donald Douglas Oliver Harwick Branch Line: Stations: Arlesburgh Harwick Engines: Ryan Daisy Kirk Ronan Branch Line: Stations: Kellsthorpe Road Rolf’s Castle Kirk Ronan Engines: Emily Dennis Molly Killdane Electric Railway: Stations: Killdane Abbey Hawin Lake Kirk Machen Peel Godred Engines: Whiff: Mainly works at the Waste Dump located on the line. Honorary Killdane Electric Railway engine. Scruff: Mainly works at the Waste Dump located on the line. Honorary Killdane Electric Railway engine. Matthew (Couldn’t resist!): Killdane Electric #1, Primary Passenger engine Miranda: Killdane Electric #2, Secondary Passenger engine Hunter: Killdane Electric #3, Primary Goods engine Zach: Killdane Electric #4, Secondary Goods engine Culdee Fell Mountain Railway: Stations: Kirk Machen Shiloh Skarloey Road Devil’s Back Culdee Fell Summit Station Engines: Ernest Wilfred Culdee Shane Dooiney Patrick Alaric Eric Skarloey Railway: Stations: Crovan’s Gate Cros-ny-Cuirn Glennock Rheneas Lakeside Engines: Skarloey Rheneas Sir Handel Peter Sam Rusty Duncan Duke Ivo Hugh Fearless Freddie Mighty Mac Fred Branch Line from Great Waterton to Vicarstown Stations: Great Waterton Vicarstown Engines: Stanley: Passenger engine 20096 "Dean": Goods engine Flora: Tram and Road Passenger service Norramby Branch Line: Stations: Vicarstown Ballahoo Norramby Engines: Arthur: Goods engine Rosie: Shunter at Norramby Isaiah: Passenger engine Arlesdale Railway: Stations: Arlesburgh West Ffarquhar Road Marthwaite Arlesdale Green Arlesdale Engines: Rex Mike Bert Jock Frank Blister I Blister II Sigrid of Arlesdale
Ulfstead Castle: Engines: Stephen Millie Crovan's Gate Steamworks Engines: Victor Kevin
Author's Note: This took a while to do, but thanks to memory (and a few peeks at the IOS map ) I got this whole thing done in less than 2-3 hours.
It was a busy spring day on the Island of Sodor. At the Dockyards near Tidmouth Yards, Percy, Toby, and the Fat Controller were waiting for an important shipment to come from Japan. Percy and Toby were excited, but the Fat Controller wasn’t. He was cross actually. As the crane lifted the two shipments onto the rails, he stormed up to the two engines.
"Thomas! What on Sodor were you thinking?! Gallivanting off to Japan to escape your punishment?!” The Fat Controller shouted. “But Sir! It wasn’t my…” Thomas began. “And Hiro!” The Fat Controller turned, completely ignoring Thomas. “You know better than to challenge my authority by smuggling Thomas to your country!” “I know sir, I am truly sorry for dishonoring you.” Hiro replied sadly. The Fat Controller sighed. He knew Hiro was sorry. “Now Hiro, go to your Shed at Tidmouth, and I shall talk to you later!” Charlie pulled up to Hiro and tugged him back to Tidmouth, and complained all the way there. “Oh Gawdry, you’re heavy! And I’ve shunted container trucks filled with machinery parts that are just about as heavy!”
After Charlie and Hiro left, the Fat Controller then turned to Thomas, who was looking down at his buffers. “Oh what am I going to do with you, Thomas? You just can’t seem to resist getting in trouble this last month can’t you?” Thomas gulped. “How much do you know?” He asked, with a little fear. The Fat Controller’s eyes narrowed. “Oh I know everything that happened during your time at the Waste Dump. Whiff told me everything.” Thomas groaned. “But, in case you want to be released from your punishment, you will tell me what happened before you boarded this ship.
Thomas grew fearful. Then sighed and began. “Well sir, it all started one week ago.”
One week ago.
One bright sunny day, Thomas was shunting trucks of garbage around Whiff’s Waste Dump. He wasn’t happy. He had been at that stupid place for 3 weeks now, shunting trucks of smelly garbage day in and day out, and being left in a terrible mess at night. At this point, he had gotten used to the smell, as well as his driver and fireman. He was pushing some wagons to the garbage scruncher for Scruff to take care of, when the Manager strode up to him.
“Alright, #1,” the Manager began. “How many times do I have to tell you?” Thomas puffed, annoyed, “my name is Thomas, not just #1!” The Manager stared crossly at the little blue engine. “And how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t care what your name is, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” Thomas stopped talking, but was still cross. “Now, I need you to head down to Killdane to pick up some garbage trucks that have been brought up from Kirk Ronan. The line should be clear, so get moving before Zach comes down with an aluminum train from Peel Godred,” the Manager ordered. “We’ll get right on it!” replied Thomas’ driver.
After Matthew passed with a passenger train to Kirk Machen, Thomas proceeded down the line to Killdane. When he arrived, he saw the trucks waiting for him, not to mention several passengers who decided to tease Thomas. “Look Mommy! That’s Thomas, the number one really dirty engine!” shouted a young boy. “Now dear, don’t tease the engine, he has a lot of work to do,” said the boy’s mother, “Now come along, our train to Knapford will be arriving so we can go visit the engines of Ffarquhar.” The boy, who was making faces at Thomas, instantly brightened up, and followed his mother to the other side of the station platform. Thomas sighed sadly. He almost cried.
Suddenly, a loud whistle came up from the other side of Killdane, then Hiro pulled in to pick up his passengers. He glanced over to see Thomas looking so forlorn. “Hello Thomas. What has gotten into you?” Hiro asked, worried for his little friend. Thomas look over, and told Hiro what the boy had called him and what other passengers and some of the engines had said. “And now, they feel as if I don’t exist anymore,” he finished. Hiro was now very concerned indeed, then he got an idea. “Thomas, meet me back here at Killdane later tonight,” Hiro whispered, “I’ll tell you everything.” Before Thomas could ask why, the guard’s whistle blew, and Hiro left. As he was puffing away, a banana peel struck Thomas’ sidetanks, and the laughter of a small child followed it. Thomas glared at the child as Hiro raced into the distance.
Later that evening…
After asking permission, Thomas took the workmen from the waste dump to Killdane in two break vans, because real coaches would not allow people who walked in garbage for a living to sit on their upholstery. When he arrived, he backed into the goods shed at Killdane and waited. About half an hour later, Hiro arrived and backed down into the shed next to Thomas. Hiro looked around, hoping that the electric engines wouldn’t overhear their conversation.
Then he began. “Ok Thomas, I only managed to convince the Fat Controller to let me come here to pick up the morning goods from Hunter in the morning. Now before I tell you my idea, do you promise not to tell anyone what I am about to tell you?” Thomas thought for a moment, then nodded, which was hard to do, considering he doesn’t have a head. “Yes Hiro, I won’t. “Ok then,” continued Hiro, “This is what I have to tell you…”
But I shouldn’t say anymore, or I should spoil the next story...
Post by ThomasandMatt on Apr 12, 2016 23:05:42 GMT
Thomas and the Trip to Japan Part 2 of 3
The next morning, Thomas was shunting garbage trucks at the Waste Dump. He still couldn’t believe what he had heard. Last night, Hiro had told Thomas that he was going to Japan to visit his old railway, and he wanted Thomas to come with him in order to escape the punishment. Hiro was set to leave on Tuesday, so Thomas had to decide in two days, or Hiro would leave without him.
As he was deciding whether he should or not, Zach, one of the electric engines, had to stop at a red signal. He was taking some trucks down from Kirk Machen. He could see that Thomas was a little distracted. “Hey Thomas!” Zach called. “How are you?” Thomas looked up. “Oh, hello Zach,” the tank engine replied. “What’s wrong, Thomas? You don’t seem yourself today.” Zach asked, with a hint of concern for the little blue tank engine.
Thomas froze. He didn’t want to tell Zach all about Hiro’s plan. If he did, the electric engine would tell the Fat Controller and Thomas and Hiro would get in more trouble than they already were. But, Thomas thought, maybe Zach would understand. Thomas took a deep breath. “To tell you the truth, Zach, I’m not myself today at all.” Thomas began. So he told the electric all about Hiro’s plan, while making sure that nobody overheard.
When he had finished, Zach looked at the tank engine. “You do realize that the Fat Controller will find out about this eventually.” Said Zach. “Well, what choice do I have? I can’t stay here forever!” Thomas replied. Before Zach could reply, Matthew passed by with a passenger train, and the signal turned to green. “I’m afraid that I have to get going. I suggest Thomas that you don’t go with Hiro on that trip,” Zach said as he moved off, “Don’t make the Fat Controller more cross with you than he already is!” With that, Zach left, and Thomas watched as the train raced into the distance.
That afternoon, Thomas had to go to Killdane to pick up a garbage train. When he arrived, he hoped that the boy from yesterday wouldn’t be there. To his dismay, the boy was there. Oh I hope he doesn’t see me, Thomas thought. Then the boy started to look in his general direction. Please don’t see me. Please, don’t see me, Thomas pleaded in his thoughts. “Look Mommy, look! It’s Thomas the Garbage Engine!” the boy shouted. A few of the passengers giggled. The boy continued his insults until Miranda, another electric engine, pulled in from bringing passengers down on her return journey. She was horrified by what the boy was saying to Thomas. “Now you listen here, young man! This tank engine done nothing to you! Why are you insulting him?” Miranda demanded.
Thomas was amazed. This was literally the first time someone besides Hiro was defending him. The boy, meanwhile, was unfazed by the electric and continued his insults until his mother eventually dragged him away from the two engines to the other side of the platform. Thomas gave a look of relief to Miranda. “Thank you, Miranda.” “Your welcome, Thomas. Why didn’t you tell him to stop?” Miranda asked. “Well one, the last time I told a child off for being cheeky, every child on Sodor didn’t want to ride with me, Annie, and Clarabel for a week until I finally apologized.” Thomas replied. Miranda’s eyes went wide. “Come along, Miranda. It’s time for your break.” Her driver called. Miranda looked back at Thomas. “Well, hope you have a good day today.” Said Miranda, as she moved off to shunt her coaches to the carriage sidings. I hope so too, Thomas thought.
A few minutes later, his garbage train arrived. The engine who was pulling it was none other than Hiro. “Hello Thomas,” said the big engine. “Hello Hiro, what are you doing here?” Thomas asked, wondering why Hiro of all engines would take a garbage train. “I asked the Fat Controller if I could this train from Tidmouth to talk to you.” Hiro replied. “I was told that James was taking it,” said Thomas, though he could see why James switched jobs with Hiro, “What was your original job?”
Meanwhile, at Knapford Yards…
“Why oh why did I switch jobs with Hiro?! I’d rather take that stupid garbage train than have to haul heavy container wagons back to Tidmouth for Murdoch to pick up for his next train! I don’t even like garbage trains! Seriously! Why does this always happen to me?! MEEE!!!”
And back to Killdane…
Hiro quickly changed the subject. “Ahem... Anyways, Thomas, have you decided yet?” Hiro asked. Thomas though for a moment, then nodded. “Yes I have Hiro. I will go on that trip with you to Japan.” Hiro was excited. “Excellent! Now tomorrow, I have an early morning mixed goods to Tidmouth from Barrow to take,” Hiro explained, “So will you be here tomorrow morning? “Of course Hiro.” Answered Thomas. “Alright Thomas, I shall see you then.” With that, Hiro was uncoupled from his train, turned around on the turntable, and chuffed away to Tidmouth. Once Thomas was coupled up to the trucks of garbage, and a clothespin was attached to his nose, he thought excitedly about his upcoming trip. Unknown to him or Hiro, Miranda and Zach, whom had arrived earlier, had overheard everything…
Sorry about having to stretch this out to a three-parter instead of a two-parter. The next part will be coming out soon! I hope...
Post by ThomasandMatt on Apr 13, 2016 23:46:15 GMT
Thomas and the Trip to Japan Part 3 of 3
Early the next morning, Thomas was woken up by his driver and fireman. “Come along Thomas,” whispered his driver, “We have to get to Killdane a half hour before Hiro does.” Thomas felt lucky. His driver had informed him that Hiro was taking a mixed goods train that morning from Barrow, so Hiro could sneak him onto the front of the train before anyone noticed that Thomas was gone. The trick was getting out of Whiff’s Waste Dump without waking up Whiff and Scruff. Once his fireman got his fire going, Thomas crept carefully out of the shed, while the driver and fireman kept a good eye on the two engines sleeping sweet dreams without care.
*COPYRIGHT BODYSLAM ON thomasandmatt*
10 minutes later…
Amazingly, Thomas managed to get to Killdane without tripping the ERTMS. He looked around the station and yards, hoping that the electric engines didn’t hear him coming in. Unfortunately, Miranda and Zach had heard him, because they had stayed up all night waiting for him to arrive. “There he is, Zach,” said Miranda after watching Thomas puff into their line of sight from the shed. “I see him,” Zach replied. “Should we talk to him,” Miranda asked. She was very worried for her friend, “I mean, he needs to think about this, if he leaves, the Fat Controller will not only be cross with him, he might take Thomas out of service entirely!” Zach was also worried for his tank engine friend, and after hearing what that boy had done to him the past couple of days, he wanted to do anything for Thomas, but he was concerned.
“I don’t know, we have to be cautious about this,” Zach finally replied, “whatever we do, we must do it with great care, or else Thomas will never speak to us again.” Miranda though about what Zach said, then nodded, which was still hard to do. They decided to wait until either one of their drivers could come to start work to talk to Thomas.
Meanwhile, out by the station, Thomas was waiting in the loop line for Hiro to arrive. As he waited, he thought, Maybe to pass the time, I could shunt the morning passenger coaches to the platform, just to save Matthew time from having to fetch the coaches himself. After talking to his driver and fireman, and giving the old puppy dog eyes, Thomas chuffed over to the carriage sidings to pick up the coaches. The two electrics watched him shunting about the yard.
“Perfect! Now’s our chance!” Miranda exclaimed. “SSSSHHHH!!!” Zach hissed, “Don’t be so loud! You’ll wake the others!” But it was too late. Matthew and Hunter stirred from their sleep, and they were not one bit happy about it. “What in the name of Gawdry is all that racket?” Matthew asked, drowsily. “Sorry,” Miranda apologized, “but we need to talk to Thomas before Hiro comes to take him away from here! The fate of the railway depends on it!”
Matthew and Hunter were, of course, skeptical. “I’m sure that it will be alright,” Hunter said, soothingly. “Now please, go back to sleep.” “I’m not too sure about that, Hunter,” said Matthew, looking at the shed clock, “it’s almost time for our drivers to arrive.” Then he looked out into the yard, and saw Thomas shunting coaches. “Well, at least he’s being productive. He’s getting my morning train ready.” Before either Miranda or Zach could argue with the two older engines, the sound of an engine approaching the yards came into the shed.
“Oh no!” exclaimed Miranda and Zach, “Hiro’s arrived!” Indeed, it was Hiro. He pulled slowly into the yards by Thomas. “Hello Hiro!” Thomas greeted to the big engine. “Hello Thomas! Are you ready?” Hiro asked. “Yes I am! I just got these coaches for one of the electric engines ready, and my fireman’s already dumped my fire! All I have is leftover steam!” Thomas replied. Hiro really didn’t to know about the last thing the little tank engine had said. “Alright then, let’s get you coupled up.”
Meanwhile, Miranda and Zach were in a panic. “What’re we gonna do? What’re we gonna do? WHAT’RE WE GONNA DO?!?!” worried the two electrics. Matthew and Hunter, after realizing that the situation was more serious than they had thought, tried to think of a way to calm the two down. “Ok, ok, calm down you two!” Hunter finally answered, “Matthew has an idea.” “Now guys, my driver will be here any second to get me started for my passenger run,” Matthew began, “so I’ll ask him to drive Miranda out there to stop Hiro from taking off with Thomas. If Miranda manages to reach Hiro on time, Hiro will have to stop, and Thomas won’t be able to leave!” As he finished, his driver arrived. “Oh, glad you’re awake Matthew, now I won’t have to use that strategy I used to wake you up yesterday!” “No time Driver! Quickly, climb into Miranda! You need to stop Hiro!” Matthew’s Driver was confused. “What for? He asked. “Just do it!” Matthew shouted. “Ok, geez,” the driver replied.
He climbed aboard Miranda, switched her on, and she raced out of the sheds in time to see Hiro cross over the points out onto the main line and race into the distance. The driver was cross. “That was a complete waste of time, Miranda!” He reversed her back to the shed, switched her off, and climbed into Matthew. “Sorry Miranda,” said Matthew. Miranda and Zach were now very worried. They had failed to stop Hiro from taking Thomas away.
Hiro had to make up lost time that he had spent picking Thomas up. So when he reached Gordon’s Hill, he charged it, and sailed down the other side with no problem at all. About an hour later, Hiro and Thomas arrived at Tidmouth Harbor. Once he left his train for Charlie to sort out, Hiro shunted Thomas to the ship that would be taking him and Thomas to Japan. The crane operator was surprised to see Thomas and Hiro there. Must be a new order from Sir Topham Hatt. Even so, he loaded both engines onto the ship, and continued work.
Thomas was still worried. Maybe I should sleep on it, it’ll help to pass the time. And so, Thomas fell back to sleep as the ship sailed away from Sodor to Japan.
Post by ThomasandMatt on Apr 13, 2016 23:52:17 GMT
“And so, that’s what happened, I went to Japan, had a fun time talking to Hiro's old friends in their railway museum, and came back,” Thomas finally finished. Percy and Toby looked at Thomas with wonder. The Fat Controller sighed. “Thomas, why did you do all of that?” He asked. “Well Sir,” Thomas began, “I just couldn’t take it any longer than I already could. That boy, the manager, I felt as if no one bar Whiff, Scruff, and the electric engines, cared for me. I hated where I was working, I wanted to be with my friends.” Thomas almost broke down into tears. “Thomas,” the Fat Controller soothed, “I would never put you in a place where you didn’t know everybody and how the routine worked. I did this to teach you a lesson.” Thomas looked back at his controller. He was trying hard not to cry in front of Toby and Percy.
“Now, I was going to talk with the manager of the Waste Dump to see how you were getting on,” he continued, “That was three days ago before you and Hiro took off to Japan, leaving me in a state of confusion and anger. Now that you’ve told me everything, I can see that you are truly sorry.” Thomas almost felt relieved. “You are still in a hell of a lot of trouble though, so for the next two weeks, you will be staying in your shed at Ffarquhar until your punishment has finally served out.” Finished the Fat Controller.
With that, The Fat Controller strode away to Tidmouth to hear Hiro’s side of the story. Thomas looked over at his two best friends in the whole world. “So,” He began, “How were things?” Percy and Toby smiled. They were happy to finally have their friend back forever. “We’ll tell you all about it on the way home to Ffarquhar.” Percy replied. And so, buffer to buffer to buffer, the trio puffed home…
So that was the end of that story arc. Now, please feel free to discuss what you liked about the previous stories, and how I can improve on them.
Post by ThomasandMatt on Apr 21, 2016 20:28:08 GMT
Duncan, Sir Handel, and the T.V.
It was a bright sunny morning on the Island of Sodor. At Crovan’s Gate, the Skarloey Railway engines were getting ready to start work. As usual, Sir Handel and Duncan were complaining. “It’s disgraceful having to be woken up on such a beautiful morning to work.” Sir Handel complained. “Ah hear ye thaur.” Duncan agreed. It was clear to everyone that both Sir Handel and Duncan were not morning people. “Oh give it a rest, the both of you,” Said Skarloey. Both engines sizzled crossly as they were prepared for the day’s work.
A little while later, the Thin Controller walked up to the engines. He turned to Sir Handel and Duncan. “Sir Handel. Your driver has told me there is something wrong with your bogie wheels. Until I can get someone from the works to have a look at you, you’ll have to remain in the shed for today.” Sir Handel was relieved. But not for long. “Duncan, you have to pick up a special tonight from Blue Mountain Quarry. Luke will be very busy, so he can’t take it. So you will also remain in the shed with Sir Handel, while Ivo Hugh and Mighty Mac take over your trains as well as Sir Handel’s.” With that, the Thin Controller left.
Sir Handel and Duncan were cross. This confused Skarloey and Rusty. “I thought you guys would have loved a day off work.” Said Skarloey after a brief pause. “We would,” Sir Handel began, “But…” “We hae tae be stuck in th' sam shed as each other fur the rest ay th' day.” Finished Duncan. “But don’t you guys like being together?” Rusty asked, “You’re best friends!” “It’s one thing being friends, young Rusty,” Sir Handel explained, “it’s another matter of being placed in the same spot for an entire day.” Both engines sighed and set off for work.
In order to entertain the two engines, the workman set up a T.V. in the shed so they wouldn’t be at each other’s throats, or smokeboxes. That was easier said than done. Every five minutes, a workman would have to run over to the shed to change the channel on the T.V. Before he/she could do that, they would have to settle the argument of who got to watch what for the next few minutes. One of the arguments went a little something like this:
“Alright. What do you want to watch now?” a workman asked. “Doctor Who.” Said Sir Handel. “Nae. It’s mah turn noo!” Duncan complained. “You had your turn last time!” Sir Handel yelled. “Ah beg tae differ! Yours was five minutes ago!” Duncan yelled back. Sir Handel was shocked. “Are you calling me a liar?!” “I’m nae callin’ ye fur dinner!” The workman just stood there as both Duncan and Sir Handel insulted each other, then remembered their favorite show. He quickly changed the channel to Top Gear and watched as both engines settled down and watched the T.V. and went back to work.
Five hours later, it was time for Duncan to leave for the Blue Mountain Quarry. The two engines had gone through an entire marathon of Top Gear, and were exhausted. When Duncan’s driver and fireman arrived to start work, they found their engine fast asleep beside Sir Handel. “Oh boy, what are we going to tell Mr. Percival?” the fireman asked. “Well we can’t just wake them up. The workmen told me that they were a major pain just trying to entertain them.” The driver replied. So they went into the Thin Controller’s office and explained the situation. “I think I know just the thing.” The Thin Controller said with a grin.
The three men walked back to the shed. The Thin Controller opened the doors with a bang. Sir Handel’s and Duncan’s eyes opened wide with alarm as they were jerked awake by the noise. “What the heck Sir?!” Sir Handel shouted as he recognized the man standing before him. The Thin Controller, trying hard not to laugh, walked sternly over to the two engines. “Duncan! Sir Handel! Do you not realize how long you slept?! It’s been two days!” The engines were shocked. “But hoo can it sairrr? We only slept fur an hoor Ah think!” Duncan asked. Then realized his mistake. “Ack! Mah special train frae th’ quarry!” “That’s right Duncan! You slep for so long, that you missed taking your train from Blue Mountain!” The Thin Controller replied. Now both engines were horrified.
Just then, Skarloey and Rusty arrived. One look at Duncan and Sir Handel blubbering and crying gave them the idea that they needed to leave. “To Rheneas Station?” Rusty asked. “To Rheneas Station.” Skarloey replied, and both engines left to stay the night at the sheds there.
Later that night, after being told that they had been lied to by the Thin Controller, Duncan and Sir Handel sat in the shed at Crovan’s Gate, stewing in their anger at being tricked. Rheneas, who had been kicked out of his sheds at Rheneas station, was thinking about whether or not asking them what was wrong, or just ignore it for the night. Of course, he was favoring the first option because he and the other engines were outside the sheds, because if either one of moved an inch towards them, they would be at risk of verbal abuse. “So, uh, what should we do now?” Fred asked. Rheneas looked back at the sheds. “To the Blue Mountain Quarry?” He asked. “To the Blue Mountain Quarry.” The engines outside the side chorused.
Duncan and Sir Handel watched as the others left for the Quarry. “We could tell them that the reason we look angry is the fact that the T.V. isn’t on.” Said Sir Handel. “Och lit them figure it out later. Ah still want tae gie back at th' thin controller fur 'at trick today.” Duncan replied. “Let’s just get over it, and think about the fact that we have the shed to ourselves tonight for once.” “Okay ‘en.” And the two engines eventually drifted off to sleep.
At Blue Mountain…
“Good night, Rheneas” “Good night, Luke” “Good night, MightyMac” “Good night, Ivo Hugh” “Good night, Peter Sam” “Good night, Duke” “Good night, Merrick” “Good night, Owen” “Good night, Freddie” “Good night, Fred” “Good night, Paxton” “Good night, Thomas” “Good night, Jim” “Good night, Spock” “Good night, Doctor” “Good night, Spock” “Good night, Jim” “Good night, Bones” Where did those guys come from, Rheneas thought. He decided not to question it, and went back to sleep.
It was a beautiful sunny morning on the Island of Sodor. All the engines were working hard. At Tidmouth Station, the Fat Controller was sitting at his desk looking through stacks and stacks of paperwork on his desk. All of them were complaints made by the drivers and fireman. One of the complaints read:
“Dear Sir Topham Hatt,
I would like to complain about the lack of internet access in the roundhouse at Tidmouth. After work, I like to be able to check my emails without using the data I have on my smartphone. Recently, Gordon, James, and Henry have been asking to have a T.V. installed in the shed as well, as they had heard about Sir Handel and Duncan having one after they were both confined to the sheds at Crovan’s Gate. These complaints are felt by all engines and staff of your railway.
I hope you answer back soon.
Mr. Jonathan Smith”
After he read the letter, he realized that most of what the letter had said was true, as was most of what the other letters he had read, except for having an arcade built into Tidmouth Station for the crew to play at, he was not going to go through with that. But having the sheds equipped with WiFi and cable was something he had thought about, but needed to talk with the engines and staff in order to get it passed. But, he thought, it would be for the good of the railway in the crew’s and engines eyes. So he picked up the telephone and began to make several calls.
That evening, the drivers and fireman were getting ready to clock out from work. When they reached the commons room, they saw the Fat Controller. Jonathan Smith, who had sent the letter of complaint, gulped. I really hope I’m not being fired, he thought nervously. Before one of the crewman could speak up, the Fat Controller told them all to head back to the sheds. “But Sir…” a fireman began to ask. “No buts,” the Fat Controller finished. After that, everyone headed back into the roundhouse.
The engines were surprised to see their drivers and firemen return, followed by the Fat Controller. “Excuse me sir,” Henry asked, “but why are you and our crews here?” “Yes please enlighten us.” Said Gordon. The Fat Controller climbed onto a pedestal and began to speak. “Ladies, Gentleman, and Engines,” he began, “I’ve been looking through letters of complaints and suggestions for the past two days, and I came across a letter that I feel that I should speak to you all about.” The assembled people and engines listened to the Fat Controller, wondering where he was getting at.
“Now, as I recall, many of you have been asking me if there could be some additions to the sheds and commons room nearby, especially something called WiFi and a T.V. for the engines. Now, you all know that this will cost more than a few pounds to have this all installed, but I don’t want to feel like I am neglecting my staff and engines, unlike other railways I don’t want to mention. So, I can have a show of hands from the people and whistles and honks from the engines, one for yes and two for no, I will be able to decide whether or not if I should go through with this,” the Fat Controller finished. He watched and listened as the engines, one by one, whistled and blew their horns once, and the assembled drivers and firemen raised their hands. This made the Fat Controller’s next decision very easy to make. “Well, then you’re all going to have to relocate to different sheds and depots for the next week or two, because I’ve already put in an order for the best internet providers, cable and satellite T.V. stations, and a home theater system!” This was met with a chorus of whistles, honks, and cheers from both human and engine in the shed.
The Fat Controller waited until the noise died down before he could speak again. “Now remember, this is all coming out of my pocket, so you all must work extra hard to do your jobs, so James, no complaining about having to pull trucks, Gordon, share the Express with the other engines, and Henry, if you dare, and I mean DARE, get in an accident with the Flying Kipper, AGAIN, all of this nice stuff that I have kindly bought for you all, will be gone quicker than you can say, ‘Day of the Diesels was a bad movie.’” At this, all of the engines promised that they would behave better than they’ve ever been. Mostly because they all agreed that Day of the Diesels was a terrible movie.
Meanwhile, at the Dieselworks…
“GGGAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” Diesel 10 screamed. Den and Dart jumped. “Boss, what’s the matter?” Den asked. “Wot ‘e means is,” Dart interrupted, “You’ve startled us with your scream, why?” Den looked at Dart, sharing the same sentiment. The big class 42 Warship rolled out of his shed, with a very disturbed expression on his face. “I don’t know, I felt, a disturbance…” He replied. The two Dieselworks engines looked at each other in confusion. “Does this mean we need to go get the popcorn and Unstoppable?” Dart asked Den. “I think we’ll need to get a couple barrels of strong oil as well.” Den replied. The two diesels rolled away to get the supplies to comfort their “friend.”
“Does this mean we need to go get the popcorn and Unstoppable?” Dart asked Den. “I think we’ll need to get a couple barrels of strong oil as well.”
... I feel like this shouldn't amuse me as much as it does!
Well it should, these stories are meant to be funny as well as dramatic at times . In that particular one, I thought of a joke to see how Diesel 10 would react to someone panning the movie that brought him back into the spotlight, and seeing how Den and Dart could comfort him in that time.
Two days after the announcement that the Fat Controller was having the sheds upgraded, the engines tried hard to be really useful and better behaved than ever. James, Gordon, and Henry in particular, were having trouble behaving. They all wanted the T.V., so being unlike themselves was hard.
James was on his way to Knapford to pick up a delivery of milk from Thomas’ Branchline. When he arrived he saw Philip shunting James’ train together. “Hello Philip!” James greeted. Philip was surprised. James usually didn’t say hello unless he was in a pompous mood or something, but because he was a younger engine, he didn’t pay much mind. “Hello James! What are you doing here? I haven’t finished arranging your goods train yet!” James cringed at the words “goods train”. Calm down, he thought to himself, it’s for the T.V. “Well, I guess I’ll wait here then.” He replied. So he moved over to a siding beside the station throat, and waited until Philip got the train ready.
A few minutes later, Philip scurried over to James. “Ok James! Your trucks are ready for you!” James groaned, but forced himself to collect the milk vans. When he was coupled up, the Yardmaster strode up to him and his driver. “James, a freight extra has just been ordered from Knapford Harbor. It’ll be coming in on Percy’s next goods train.” “When will that be?” James’ driver asked. “In a few minutes.” The Yardmaster replied, then walked away. “Well that’s fantastic!” James cried, “Now I’ll have to wait even longer!” I guess that’s how the cookie crumbles, James,” his driver replied, “We’ll just have to wait here.”
A half hour later, Percy hurried into the Yard, with several vans and trucks behind him. James shot a glare at Percy, but remained calm and asked, “WHERE ON SODOR HAVE YOU BEEN?!” “I’m sorry, James! I had just been told of this, so when I got to the harbor, the trucks were on the other side of the yard, and I had to move everything out of the way just to get to them, then the signal decided to play up as I left Dryaw, and…” Percy tried to explain. But James wouldn’t have it. “You kept me waiting here, forcing me to listen to Philip talk about how fast he can shunt trucks and coaches into sidings, and how he beat a snail in a race to the other side of the Yard, and the only reprieve I got, was when Edward arrived with some trucks for your branchline, and Philip went over to take care of them.” He told Percy, with a look of absolute fury.
Percy gulped. “If it’s any consolation, may I shunt the train for you?” He asked, trying to prevent an argument from starting. James glared at him. “You’ve done enough, Percy, now leave those trucks and collect your other train, NOW.” He replied through clenched teeth. As soon as Percy was uncoupled he scurried away, then remembered something. “Oh James! Those trucks I brought in, I was told they were fragile! Don’t bump them so hard!” But James wasn’t listening, and as soon as he backed down on to the trucks, he gave them an extra hard bump, and shunted them to front of his train, and as soon as the signal dropped, James raced away, bumping the trucks behind him…
Once he reached Tidmouth, he puffed into the Yard, and left his train into the sidings for Charlie to shunt. Then, he went straight to the shed, where Henry and Gordon were waiting. Gordon had already arrived back with the Express from Barrow-in-Furness, and Bear went to take the next run with the train. Henry was waiting to collect a ballast train and several other trucks from the Little Western. “Hello James, what’s gotten you in such a state?” Gordon asked. “To tell you briefly, Gordon, I’m really hating not being able to act like my usual self.” James answered. “Grumpy, rude, pompous, a little bit of a prick in the Fat Controller’s side?’ Henry asked mischievously. James went redder than ever, and backed down into the shed road.
Back at the Yards, the Fat Controller was summoned by the Yardmaster to come meet him there immediately. When he arrived, he saw the worried expressions on the Yardmaster’s and Charlie’s faces. “What’s the matter?” The Fat Controller asked. “Well sir,” the Yardmaster began,” Charlie here has found something wrong with the shipment from Knapford Harbor that was brought in.” “What happened to the shipment?” The Fat Controller asked, now also worried. “The trucks that contained the shipment suffered from damaged buffers and cracks in the brake pipes,” Charlie answered, “and boy was I cross. More cross than when my career in comedy didn’t take off as well as I’d hoped it would.” The Fat Controller dismissed this. “Was the shipment also damaged?” “I’m afraid so, sir.” The Yardmaster replied.
“Well that’s great, that shipment was meant for Tidmouth Sheds so the engines and staff can have a better time relaxing after a hard day’s work,” the Fat Controller fretted, “who was responsible for this?” The Yardmaster frowned. “It was James…”
The Fat Controller drove up to the sheds. James, Gordon, and Henry watched as he slammed his car door shut and stomped over to them. Oh God, what have I done now? The three engines thought. The Fat Controller stood in front of James, with a look of absolute fury. “Uuummmm, Sir? Are you alright?” James asked. “Alright? ALRIGHT?! YOU’VE REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME, JAMES!” The Fat Controller shouted. After James, Gordon, Henry, and pretty much every other engine and workman in Tidmouth and beyond Knapford and Arlesdale finished metaphorically and literally crapping their pants, regained their composure. “Sir! What did I do?!” James asked. “What haven’t you done? I had to go to the shunting yards to find out that the shipment you collected from Knapford Harbor was damaged, as well as the trucks they were in!” The Fat Controller explained angrily. “What was inside it sir?” Henry asked. The Fat Controller took a deep breath and replied. “A huge flat screen T.V. Wi-Fi routers, computer monitors, and a satellite dish for the T.V., and the receipt for damages to the equipment in those trucks.”
The engines’ eyes widened. “Sir, you mean to tell us that James ruined our chance for entertainment in these sheds?” Gordon asked, rage increasing. “Yes Gordon, James did just that.” Gordon and Henry turned their eyes accusingly at James, who was still shocked, and suddenly remembered what Percy had said earlier that day: “Oh James! Those trucks I brought in, I was told they were fragile! Don’t bump them so hard!” James began thinking frantically about how he could shift the blame onto someone else, coming up with nothing. “James. What do you have to say for yourself?” The Fat Controller asked sternly.
James looked at the Fat Controller, then to his two best friends, then back again. He sighed. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was so cross at Percy for being late with his train from the Harbor, that I didn’t hear him say that I had a fragile load along with the milk vans. I was so cross, I took my anger out on the trucks, including the stuff that could have made our lives a little…” “Whole lot.” Interrupted Gordon.” “…whole lot better. I’m truly sorry sir.” James almost began to cry. The Fat Controller thought for a moment. “James, I see that you are sorry, but you must understand that I paid for all of that with my money, and I’m still being told that by my wife. I wanted to give you and everyone else a chance until the shipment arrived and came here. By doing this, you have cost me so much money and damages. Because the receipt was destroyed, I can’t replace it. You have us in an awkward predicament.”
James felt terrible. Gordon and Henry, meanwhile, were very cross. James had pulled the final straw in doing the most stupid things that ruined everything. But, they felt that James was really at fault, maybe partially. “Sir,” Gordon began, “James, for the last couple of days, has tried hard to be his best behaved, we all have.” “But Sir, sometimes the slightest mishap can set the worst part of us off, including James.” Henry cut in. “Exactly sir. What happened at Knapford Harbor must have made Percy late, thus making James extremely cross and bumping the trucks, causing the damage they and their precious cargo sustained.” Gordon finished. After hearing Gordon’s counterargument, The Fat Controller thought about how James could be punished, if he could be at all.
He was about to make a decision, when suddenly, Percy, Charlie and the Tidmouth Yardmaster came rushing in. “SIR! SIR!” They called. The Fat Controller turned his attention over to them. “What is it? I’m about to make a decision that could determine James’ fate!” “Before you do that sir,” the Yardmaster interrupted, “You may want to hear this.” “Fine, as you were.”
Percy began. “After James made me leave his sight, I went back to the Harbor with my trucks. When I got there, I noticed that there were some vans waiting by the side of the quay. I asked the Dock Manager what those trucks were for. You will never believe what he said.” “What did he say?” Asked the Fat Controller and James. “‘Those trucks were meant to go to Tidmouth for the sheds and common’s room’ and my eyes nearly popped. I told him that I had taken some trucks with me to Knapford that I thought were meant for Tidmouth and they looked almost exactly like the ones waiting for me. He quickly arranged a special for those trucks and had me take them to Tidmouth.” Percy finished, nearly out of breath.
“That’s where Charlie and I come in.” The Yardmaster interrupted. “Please, continue.” Said the Fat Controller. “Anyways, when Percy arrived, I wondered why Percy was tearing into the Yard with trucks that looked identical to the ones James brought in. When I came out of the offices near the Yard, I approached Charlie and Percy, who were having a heated conversation, and for some reason, a cheetah was involved. I asked what was going on.” “I told him that the Dock Manager at Knapford Harbor had ordered a special.” Percy added. The Yardmaster nodded. “When I heard this, my cellphone rang, and it was a call from the Knapford Harbor Manager, saying that he was sending a special that may have already arrived. I told him that Percy just arrived. He told me to check the vans that had arrived on James’ train, then to take a look at the contents of the vans Percy had brought.
“I sent Charlie and three workman to take a look at the damaged vans’ contents.” He finished. Then Charlie told what he knew. “When the workman and I checked what was in the damaged vans, we noticed what was supposed to be damaged Wi-Fi routers, broken glass from the T.V. and computer monitors, and a cracked satellite dish, instead were those things, except for one thing. They were PROPS! And I mean props as in what they use in plays and television.” When Charlie finished, The Yardmaster continued. “So I called the Manager back and told him what the contents of the damaged vans were, and after a few minutes, he told me those vans were going to Kirk Ronan on Molly’s next goods train.” “When they checked the contents of the vans,” Percy added, “They found, a huge flat screen T.V. Wi-Fi routers, computer monitors, and a satellite dish for the T.V., and the receipt!”
When Percy finished, The Fat Controller nearly jumped for joy. James felt relieved, as well as Gordon and Henry. “The Fat Controller turned to James. “It seems James that I owe you an apology.” He said. “No Sir, it’s me, I bumped those trucks, and damaged those trucks meant for Kirk Ronan. I should be the one to apologize.” James interrupted. “Oh will the both of you just say sorry to each other,” said Gordon, “otherwise we’ll be here for hours.” Both engine and controller apologized to each other.
“But what about the props?” Henry asked. “What are we going to do with them? I mean, they’re totaled!” The Yardmaster smiled. “We talked to the studio manager at Kirk Ronan who was expecting that particular load from Knapford. He told us that the trucks were supposed to arrive at the Docks at Kirk Ronan, but there was a mix-up at the prop maker’s factory on the Mainland and the wrong shipment was sent to the studio, and the right shipment was sent to Knapford Harbor.” “And that, Henry and James, is how this whole thing started!” Percy added. “The studio manager then told us that he actually wanted to use the props in a T.V. episode where the actor’s home was damaged in a storm and everything was destroyed or broken.” Said Charlie. “So, I did the studio’s job for them?” James asked. “In a way, Yes.” Charlie replied. “What a relief!” James explained.
And so, after profusely apologizing to the studio manager for the whole mix-up, James was tasked with bringing the real train into the roundhouse at Tidmouth, albeit with extra care this time. Two weeks later, the Wi-Fi routers, computers and monitors, and the T.V. and satellite dish were installed. The engines and crews stood in the sheds, with blindfolds covering their eyes. This unnerved Gordon, as he had this kind of feeling before back in Season 7.
The Fat Controller stood before them on top of Duck, who was now really starting to get tired of being used as a stand for the Fat Controller. He was of course, also blindfolded, so he could also be surprised. The Fat Controller stepped up to the microphone. “Ladies, Gentlemen and Engines. It gives me great honor to present to you, Tidmouth Sheds, brought into the 21st Century!” As soon as the blindfolds were taken off, the engines were stunned to see the roundhouse complete with their humongous T.V. with surround sound stereos enveloping the shed corners. The workman and engine crews took their blindfolds off to see computer terminals with routers that looked modern by today’s standards at each end of the road. This truly was a dream come true.
Nowadays, work on Sodor was much easier, now the engines could have time to nap and watch the latest news or network shows on their T.V., which made them very happy. The engine crews and workman were also happy with having the ability to take care of their work so they didn’t have to do it at home. As Gordon was leaving to take the morning Wild Nor’ Wester, the Fat Controller sat on a bench outside. He was glad that his employees and engines were having a much better time at the end of the day than when they used to. Last night he didn’t hear a single argument coming from the sheds. He sighed happily, then got up and went back to his office. Now to deal with Diesel 10. He really needs to stop thinking that Day of the Diesels was a good movie, he thought to himself.
This story is a little darker than usual, but the humor still remains. Enjoy!
A Problem for Percy
It was morning on the Island of Sodor. The sun crept across the sky, dew on the flowers and grass sparkled from the rays, and the birds chirped their first songs to welcome the morning. At Ffarquhar, Toby and Percy looked out from their sheds to see this marvelous spectacle. “Ah, just look at it, Percy,” Toby said after a while, “isn’t that beautiful?” Percy didn’t answer, for a moment. Toby took this as being in awe of what they were seeing. Really, Percy was looking down onto a small tablet his driver had left on his buffer beam as he was getting the morning’s schedule. The tablet was playing a movie that his driver had showed him yesterday, and Percy loved it so much, he asked his driver to play it again for him. “Uh, Percy? Did you hear me?” Toby asked. “What? Oh. Uh, yeah. Morning sunrise is fantastic as usual.” Percy replied in the quickest way possible.
At last, Toby lost patience.
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“Percy? Are you watching that movie Driver showed you yesterday again?” Toby asked. “Yes. Why?” “Well,” Toby began, “I think that you’ve been paying more attention to that tablet than to what is going on around you.” Percy felt offended. “I have not!” He yelled. “Yes you have!” Toby countered. “Alright, name one reason why I’ve been paying more attention to the tablet than anything else!” Said Percy.
5 minutes later…
“And that was to name a few!” Toby finished. Percy was cross. He was about to reply, when his driver arrived. “Alright, Percy, I’ll just put this away in the locker and we’ll get going.” After the driver locked his tablet in his locker, he climbed into Percy’s cab, and drove Percy away to the Yard. Toby watched him go, worried.
Percy arrived at Knapford Harbor to drop the trucks he had brought down from Ffarquhar. As he shunted the train that was to be taken up to Knapford Station, he suddenly felt an urge, and he couldn’t fathom what it was. He thought better of it as he continued his work.
After delivering his trucks, Percy returned to Ffarquhar with some trucks for the Quarry. After he dropped the trucks off, he reversed into the shed. “Alright, Percy, Fireman and I are going on lunch break. We’ll be back in 30 minutes.” “Could you put the tablet back on my buffer beam, please? I want to finish that movie.” Percy asked. His driver, like Toby, was worrying too. Percy was starting to develop an addiction to his tablet, and that was even unhealthier than what Percy was previously addicted to.
One year ago…
“I don’t know, Driver, but it seems we cannot break him of his addiction to listening to the theme song to Full House every hour of the day.” Said the therapist.
“Have you tried everything?” The driver asked. “Yes, from shock therapy to hypnosis. It just won’t break him. You’re just going to have to let him grow out of it.”
Percy eventually grew out of it, but now, the driver was worried that Percy might be developing another addiction again. Fortunately for him and the fireman, they knew how to tell him no. So they did just that.
At Vicarstown Station…
Thomas was taking a small passenger service as part of a new tourism campaign made by the Fat Controller and the Board of Directors to attract more visitors to the branchlines of Sodor. When he arrived, his driver’s cellphone rang. “We need to head home now, Thomas,” and he told him and his fireman what had happened.
After quickly hitching a ride on Murdoch’s fast goods to Knapford, Thomas, Annie, and Clarabel raced down the branchline to Ffarquhar. When he arrived, he gasped. The Yard was in a terrible mess. Remains of trucks laid everywhere. The goods and stonecutting sheds were in tatters. The only thing that suffered minor damages was the engine shed, but only one birth was standing, because the one in the middle was where Percy was sitting, happily content while watching something on a small black tablet. Thomas trembled with fear, but regained composure and began to puff over to Percy. “Oh dear.” Annie whispered. “Be careful Thomas!” Clarabel called.
Thomas pulled slowly over to the entrance of the shed, and stared at Percy. “Percy?” Thomas said to his friend. Percy said nothing. His eyes were firmly planted onto the tablet. “Percy.” Thomas asked again, with a firmer voice. Still nothing. “Percy!” Thomas cried. “SSSHHHHH!!!!” Percy hissed, “It just got to the good part.” Now Thomas was angry. “PERCY! If you don’t look at me right now, I swear to Gawdry, I will make you regret every decision you have made up until this point!” Thomas threatened. “Do what you want.” Percy replied. “I regret nothing at all.” Now Thomas was pissed. “You asked for it.” And he backed up a few feet, and suddenly, he shot forward. All Percy saw after that was a blinding flash of blue, then nothingness.
A few weeks later…
Percy woke up, hearing the sounds of machinery clanging on metal and wrenches tightening bolts. “Hola, Percy!” Victor greeted the tank engine. “Where am I?” Percy asked. “In the Steamworks, my friend.” “THE STEAMWORKS?!” Percy exclaimed. “Yes. You’ve been here for about a month now, unconscious.” Victor explained. “Unconscious?” Percy asked. “That’s right. Unconscious. Comatose. Out cold. Bereft of any sense of where you were whatsoever. Dead to the world even.” That last one scared Percy half to death. “What?! I’m dead?!” Victor realized his mistake. “On second thought, maybe not that last one. But still, we all thought you were never going to wake up.” “What do you mean?” Percy asked. Victor ran onto the turntable, and called out, “Okay everyone, Percy’s awake, come in quietly.” Percy was amazed to see Thomas, Toby, Mavis, Daisy, James, Duck, and Oliver chuff slowly into the Steamworks.
“Hello everyone,” Percy greeted his visitors quietly. “Hello Percy.” They answered. “I’ll let you all get reacquainted.” Said Victor, and puffed respectfully away to the other side of the Steamworks. “Why’ve you all come?” Percy asked. “Well,” Toby began, “after you were rushed to the Steamworks after Thomas knocked you out…” “You did that?!” Percy exclaimed. “For a while there, I thought that was Gordon who did that!” “I still have the scars to prove it.” Thomas replied, looking down onto his buffer beam, revealing scratches, dents, and a broken buffer. “Honestly, Thomas, you must get that repaired.” Said Daisy. “I will after Percy’s repairs are done, and that’s that!”
“So, what happened after I blacked out?” Percy asked. “We’ll gladly tell you.” Duck replied.
But I mustn’t say anymore, or I should spoil the next story.
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Post by ThomasandMatt on May 11, 2016 12:38:25 GMT
And now, the thrilling conclusion!
The Race to Crovan’s Gate
Thomas opened his eyes to see Percy in front of his buffers, his eyes closed. Oh no, what have I done? He thought. His driver and fireman came up to inspect the damage. “Thomas!” The driver shouted. “What the hell have you done?!” “I-I-I didn’t mean to!” Thomas replied. “I was acting on instinct!” “Instinct?!” The fireman exclaimed. “You could very well have killed Percy going that fast!” Thomas then realized that he might have just done that.
Before anyone could say anymore, Percy’s driver and fireman ran up from the station platform. “What’s happened? We heard a crash…” Said Percy’s driver when he noticed something. “MY TABLET!!!!” He shouted. “IT”S DESTROYED!!!” “Calm down David,” soothed Percy’s fireman, “It’s just a silly tablet.” “SILLY TABLET?! That tablet cost me nearly 350 pounds! And now Thomas has gone and broken it!” “Oh yes, blame the engine who crushed an electronic piece of equipment that shouldn’t have been placed on another engine’s buffer as he bumped the other into uncertain oblivion!” Thomas shouted back to David.
While all this arguing was going on, Toby was trundling into the yards with stone from Anopha Quarry. He look around to see the damage Ffarquhar had taken. “Thomas! What happened here? Why is Percy unconscious?” Toby asked. “Never mind that now! We need to get Percy to Crovan’s Gate!” Thomas told Toby. “Crovan’s Gate?! What have you done to Percy now?!” Toby asked, shocked. “I’ll explain on the way!”
Together, the two engines placed Percy between them. Before they could leave, Thomas called over to Bertie. “Bertie! Can you and your bus friends take care of the passengers while we’re gone?” Thomas asked his old friend. Bertie smiled. “Of course Thomas! I’ll be glad to help!” “Thank you Bertie!” Thomas said as he and Toby left Ffarquhar.
Both engines were racing down the branchline, their pistons pumping wildly as they made their way to Knapford Station. When they arrived, James was in the platform. “Thomas! You’re a bit early to be here!” He said jokingly. He then noticed the worried look on Thomas’ and Toby’s faces and Percy’s face look smashed in. “Thomas! What’s happened?” “James! When’s the next fast goods to the mainland?” Thomas asked, worried. “Not for another two hours. Why?” James asked. Thomas then told James everything that had happened in the last hour.
When he had finished, James was determined. “Hold on one moment.” Said James as he moved slowly forward to the goods shed. The two engine’s eyes nearly popped as James shunted the Jet Engine right next to them. “Alright, Thomas and Toby, I have found your mode of transportation!” James said proudly. Thomas looked at the Jet Engine and horrible memories arose from when he first used it. After he shook his thoughts away, Thomas looked at James. “James? How and where did you get this?” Thomas asked. “Quite simple really, I was puffing along the line, minding my own business, when I spotted the Jet Engine just sitting there on its flatbed. I knew I had to take it somewhere much safer to hide it from anyone who would dare use it after that disaster in Season 6!”
“So, you thought it would be safer in a goods shed?” Toby asked.
“Well yes Toby. Everyone knows that goods sheds are great places to hide things.” James replied.
“That has got to be the…” Thomas began.
“Best idea ever?” James interrupted.
“I was going to say the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard.” Thomas finished.
“Oh pish posh, it’s the best one I’ve had in years! Now driver, flip that switch!” said James.
When James’ driver flipped the switch, the Jet Engine immediately started up and shot down the line and straight into Knapford Harbor, destroying it. The engines just sat there, watching as the quay caught fire. “On second thought, maybe I’ll just help you guys get Percy to Crovan’s Gate instead of that way.” James said meekly. Once James coupled up behind Toby, the four engines left for Crovan’s Gate.
"Stupid idiot.” Thomas and Toby said under their breath.
“Shut up.” Said James.
When they past Maron Station after climbing Gordon’s Hill, Thomas and Toby were very tired, and in need of a rest after traveling for so long. James, meanwhile, was trying hard not to look around Toby’s frames to see Percy’s face. When they approached Cronk, Toby went first to get a drink. While he was doing that, Percy’s driver and fireman checked over their engine. “We’ll need to hurry, I don’t know how much longer Percy’s got.” Said Percy’s Driver. “Just give us a few minutes. Toby should be done with his round of water.” Said Toby’s driver. When they were finished, the three engines set off.
After passing Kellsthorpe Road, James called out to Thomas. “Just a few more miles, Thomas! Crovan’s Gate should be dead ahead!” “Don’t say that James!” Toby hissed. “Did you not hear Percy’s driver at Cronk?” James didn’t say anymore. Just as the neared the mile marker for Crovan’s Gate, they came up to a red signal. “Oh that’s just fantastic! Now we’ll never get there in time!” Thomas exclaimed. James and Toby tried to think of a way to console their distressed friend when suddenly, two whistles and horns sounded in the distance. James’ driver looked back. “Well blow me down. Look!” And there, coming in the same direction, were Duck, Oliver, Daisy, and Mavis. “Are we too late for the deus ex machina?” Duck asked. “No Duck, you’re just in time!” Thomas replied. As soon as Duck was coupled up to James, the signal dropped, and the cavalcade sped along the line to Crovan’s Gate Steamworks.
“And if it weren’t for their arrival, we wouldn’t have made it in time.” Thomas finished. Percy was amazed. “So, what can I do now? The Fat Controller will surely be cross with me for destroying parts of Ffarquhar Yard, over a tablet.” Percy fretted. “Oh Percy, you needn’t worry about a thing.” Said a familiar voice. It was the Fat Controller. “I’ve already talked to David, your driver, and he told me it was his fault about showing you his tablet in the first place. At first I was about to sack him for it, but I decided to put him on two weeks leave so he can think about his actions. Once it is over, he will be reassigned to a different job.” The Fat Controller finished.
“So, what will happen to Percy?” Thomas asked. The Fat Controller paused, for a moment, then said: “Percy will have to be here for a few more weeks to recover. Meanwhile Thomas, you will need to have your front mended before you can head back out onto your Branch. Passengers will have to find another form of travel, but until then, only goods trains are to run until you get back. Toby can’t very well handle your line by himself.” With that, the Fat Controller left.
As the other engines left for their respective lines, Thomas stood in front of Percy. “Well Percy. Looks like I’ll be sticking around for a bit.” Said Thomas. Percy smiled. Victor then came up. “Ok, Thomas, as of now you are top priority, so get your bunker over there to have your front mended.” So Thomas chuffed slowly forward to the siding in the Steamworks to have his buffer beam removed.
Later that night, Thomas sat next to Percy at the back of the Steamworks as the last of the workman headed home. Victor and the Steamworks manager came toward them. “Thomas and Percy, as with new regulations made by the Fat Controller, there are now choices of what you want to watch on the T.V. we have available here at the Steamworks. Now if I just get out the T.V. listings…” But Percy interrupted him. “Thank you sir, but I think that we’ve all had a little too much trouble when it comes to technology these days. I’d much rather talk to Thomas until the both of us fall asleep. Sound good Thomas?” “Sounds great, old friend” Thomas replied. And the two friends talked well into the night, until finally falling peacefully asleep.
If anyone managed to spot the reference to the first story, you get a free drink at the SiF Bar Car.
Sorry that nothing has been put out in the last couple of weeks, but I promise I shall get more put out very soon!
So to make up for it, I have written a new story!
Grease and Oil!
No, it's not a Diesel Story...Or is it?
It was a lovely day on the Island of Sodor. Thomas was sat on a siding at Knapford Station, waiting for a delivery for Ffarquhar. He was sitting comfortably when the Fat Controller strode up to him.
"Good morning, Sir!" Thomas said. "Uh, good morning Thomas." The Fat Controller replied hastily. Thomas looked behind him as the Fat Controller passed a few notes to his driver and fireman, and immediately climbed into Thomas' cab. To Thomas' surprise, he began to move out of his siding and away from the station hault.
"Sir! Where on Sodor are we going!?" Thomas shouted, as the driver began to open the regulator. "Off Sodor is where we're going!" The Fat Controller replied with a mad expression on his face. Thomas gulped as he crossed onto the mainline.
Hours later, Thomas crossed the Vicarstown Rolling Bridge and onto the Mainland. "SIR!!! Why are we going to Barrow?!?!" Thomas asked, tired after his long journey. "We're not going to Barrow, or anywhere else on the Other Railway," The Fat Controller answered, "Now just shut up and head towards that warehouse overthere!" He pointed to a old abandoned warehouse.
When he arrived, he could detect a distinct smell of grease, not the grease that was used to lubricate his joints so he could move about, but of a different type. The Fat Controller stepped down from Thomas' footplate, and stepped inside. Thomas, his driver, and fireman waited while their passenger was busy inside the warehouse. When he got back, the trio looked at what he was carrying in his arms. "Come along you three. These fries from the good ol' Golden Arches aren't going to be eaten by themselves. Thomas, I will need to use your firebox to keep my chicken nuggets and my Big Mac warm for the next couple of hours. Mr. Davies, could I use your ice cooler to keep my Pepsi under ice. Chop chop, let's get going!"
Thomas and his crew were, understandably, confused. "Sir," Mr. Davies asked, "How and where did you get the McDonald's?" "Quite simple really!" The Fat Controller replied, "In that warehouse! Go see for yourself!" Thomas' crew drove the blue tank engine to the front entrance of the warehouse, and Thomas gasped. There, in that BR-owned warehouse, were tables, chairs, and a massive kitchen in the back. They were standing in a supersized McDonald's restaurant. What amazed them most, Diesel was in the center, painted gold and red, with the McDonald's emblem painted on both sides of his cab and engine walls. Diesel looked at the three people standing before him. "Take a picture. It'll last longer." Thomas' fireman immediately took a picture.
"Diesel. What are you doing here?" Thomas asked. "It's a long, painfully boring, and embarrassing story," Diesel replied, "and there is no way in HELL I'm going to tell you." Thank Gawdry. Thomas thought to himself. "Are you three coming! Or am I going to have to hire a diesel to take me home again?" The Fat Controller called from the outside. Thomas' driver and fireman climbed aboard, and reversed Thomas out of the warehouse. Thomas thought he could see Diesel mouth the words "Help me....Please..." When he puffed out, he looked at the man who had brought them there in the first place. "Sir, what is Diesel doing in that warehouse that apparently is a McDonald's restaurant?" He asked. "I'll tell you when we get home, Thomas." The Fat Controller replied in-between bites of his Big Mac.
When they got back to Tidmouth, the Fat Controller stepped down from Thomas' cab and walked to the front of the blue tank engine. He began to tell his story. "One day, I was at Barrow-in-Furness waiting for the Wild Nor' Wester, when I was approached by some McDonald's executives. They asked me where they could set up a McDonald's restaurant near the railway. While I wasn't really wanting to go that route, I got an idea. I called the Dieselworks to send Diesel there to Barrow to take me and the executives to find a place for them to set up shop. We finally settled on that warehouse we went to earlier, unfortunately BR was currently owning that warehouse, even though it wasn't in use at the time, so we had to make a deal with BR in order for us to use it. At first, BR disagreed, but we settled on a deal where as long as they gave up the warehouse, I had to give up one of my engines. So that's why Diesel was there."
"But why give up Diesel? As much as I hate to admit it, but isn't he an important diesel engine to the NWR's railway infrastucture?" Thomas asked. "Well he was the only engine available to go onto the Mainline that was a Diesel," the Fat Conroller continued, "that and I wasn't ready for him to spread the word that I helped convert a warehouse into a McDonald's, so I told BR that I would give up Diesel, and the deal was made."
Now everything made sense to Thomas and his crew. "Now, you three must head back to Ffarquhar, while I must make changes to the timetables for the diesels for the next couple of weeks." Said the Fat Controller. Thomas' driver and fireman climbed back into Thomas' cab, and took him back to Ffarquhar. All the while, Thomas was thinking about Diesel and what lies ahead for the Class 08.
And now, the thri- You know what? Just read the story.
The Great Escape!
For the next few days, Thomas was taking passengers along his branchline. All the while, he was devising a strategy to break Diesel out of that McDonald’s warehouse. He was just coming up with an idea, when his emergency brakes came on. “Thomas!” His driver shouted, “We need to stop at that station!” Thomas looked back to see he had passed right by Toryreck Station. “Oh. Sorry Mr. Davies!” Thomas apologized, and reversed back to Toryreck.
Once his passengers disembarked, his fireman uncoupled Thomas and Mr. Davies moved Thomas over to the water tower to fill up. This gave him time to think. Mr. Davies walked up to him. “You’re thinking about Diesel too?” He asked. Thomas looked at his driver. “Yes. I’m just thinking about how we can help him with his situation.” Mr. Davies smiled. “I think I have an idea on how we can help Diesel.” “How?” Thomas asked. “Wait ‘til tonight.” Mr. Davies finished.
Later that evening...
Thomas backed into the shed at Ffarquhar. Well, he was actually backing into the goods shed, where Toby was resting as well. The engine shed was still smashed.
Why was the goods shed repaired first you ask? It was more important because of the goods traffic, and it could shelter the engines if needed, so that’s why. Now, back to the story!!
“Hello Toby, I see the workmen are repairing the stonecutting sheds now.” said Thomas. “Yeah, apparently after repairing the goods shed, they moved straight on to there, leaving our sheds still destroyed.” Toby explained. Thomas rolled his eyes at the incompetency of railway workers. Just then, his driver and fireman got down from Thomas’ cab after putting his fire out. “Okay Thomas, here’s my idea.” Mr. Davies began.” “Uh, driver, Toby’s here, we can’t really talk about this.” “Oh, come on Thomas, I know everything about Diesel.” said Toby. “Oh. Never mind driver. Continue.” “Ok, so, Frank and I have been talking, and we think we have a way of springing Diesel.” “How?” The two engines asked.
The following evening, at the McDonald’s warehouse…
It was closing time at the warehouse. The manager was just locking the doors, and saying goodbye to the workers. “Good night everyone! See you tomorrow!” Diesel was watching from his pedestal. He sighed. I’m never going to get out of here. The manager then turned to his car, and was knocked out. “Ok, Jack, he’s down.” Frank called to Mr. Davies. “Right, now we just get his keys and open the door.” “I’m afraid we can’t.” Toby’s driver called over from where he, Toby, and his fireman were keeping watch. “There are security cameras surrounding the building!” “Luckily we came prepared for this.” Mr. Davies replied. He went back to Thomas’ cab and grabbed out a duffle bag full of equipment. “Where did you get these, Mr. Davies?” Frank asked. “This is my son’s,” Mr. Davies answered, “I can’t believe he lent me this equipment from Her Majesty’s Secret Service.” Thomas and Frank were shocked! “Hold on, your son works for the Secret Service?!” Thomas asked. “More importantly, shouldn’t you have a better job than being a steam engine driver?” Frank also asked.
“Never you mind.” Mr. Davies said bluntly as he grabbed a cloaking device from the bag, and placed it on his belt. “Frank, when I give the signal, drive Thomas to the front of the warehouse, and I’ll open the door so you can couple him up to Diesel. Do you know how to drive him?” Mr. Davies asked. “Yes.” Frank replied. “Good.” “Just a minute, what’s the signal?” Thomas asked. “You’ll know it when I give it.” Mr. Davies answered, and left with the keys. Wow, my driver’s secretly a badass. He thought.
Mr. Davies snuck up to the building, and activated the cloaking device.” Suddenly, Mr. Davies became invisible. He moved around to the front, and put the keys in the lock. The lock opened and Mr. Davies opened the door to the warehouse a tiny bit, then turned the lights on, scaring Diesel half to death. “GAAAHHH!!!! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!” “Pipe down!” Mr. Davies ordered, causing Diesel to scream even more. “Even worse! A GHOST!!!!” “SHUT UP!!!! Now, where’s the security office?!” Mr. Davies asked, annoyed. Diesel calmed down enough to stop babbling incoherently. “In the back behind the manager’s office. Just please don’t harm me!” “I won’t. Thank you, Diesel.” “You’re welcome, I think.” Diesel said, his traction rods rattling wildly. Mr. Davies entered the security office and shut down the cameras. He picked up his walkie-talkie and called Frank.
“Ok Frank, the cameras are down, get Thomas up here now.” Mr. Davies called. He waited a second, then called again. “Frank? Hello?”
Thomas and Frank were stood waiting, completely oblivious to the sounds of Mr. Davies yelling into the walkie-talkie.. “Where’s the signal Mr. Davies was supposed to give?” Thomas asked. “I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to wait here.” They waited some more.
Back at the security office, Mr. Davies was trying to raise Frank on his walkie-talkie. “Come on, Frank! Answer it!” Blast it! He won’t answer! I’ll just have to go get them then! Suddenly, he remembered something. Oh wait, I need to give them a signal! After kicking himself mentally, he went back to the dining area, and deactivated his cloaking suit. Diesel jumped. “You’re not a ghost?!” “Heaven’s no, you silly engine! Now, does your horn still work?” “Well, yes, but they changed it.” Diesel replied crossly. “Good enough.” Mr. Davies climbed aboard and blared Diesel’s horn.
Thomas and Frank were surprised to hear the horn sound. “If that isn’t the signal, I don’t know what is.” Thomas said. Frank jumped back into Thomas’ cab and drove him to the front entrance. Mr. Davies limbed down and opened the warehouse door just as Thomas rushed in and nearly derailed as he hit the pedestal Diesel was on. “Ooooohh! Watch it Thomas! You nearly knocked me off!” Diesel shouted. Still as crabby as ever. Thomas thought “Come on Diesel, let’s get you out of here!” Diesel was relieved.
Frank attached a long chain to Diesel’s front coupling and Thomas began to pull Diesel off the pedestal. Thomas pulled, and pulled, and pulled, until at last, the blocks holding Diesel to the pedestal broke, and Diesel landed hard on the rails and bumped into Thomas’ buffers. “Oh come on, I just had those fixed!” “No time to complain Thomas, we have to get Diesel out of here and get the decoy in!” said Mr. Davies.
Thomas reversed back and pulled Diesel out of the warehouse. Toby puffed up, with the decoy of Diesel in front of him. “Wow, that looks so much like me!” said Diesel admiringly. “Amazing what you can make with 3D printers these days, right?” said Toby’s driver. “Now let’s get this decoy into the warehouse and reactivate the security cameras.” Mr. Davies ordered. Once all that was done, Diesel was shunted onto a flatbed, and the three engines and their daring crews left for Sodor.
At the Vicarstown Dieselworks, Diesel was being repainted by the workmen under Den’s supervision. Diesel 10 was forced to allow Thomas and Toby to rest there for the night so they could speak to Diesel. “So why did you guys come to save me? I thought all steam engines hated me after all I have done in the past.” Diesel asked. “Well, I still owed you one after you helped save me and Clarabel on my branchline back in ‘87,” Thomas began, “and I felt I had to help you after seeing you in such a sorry state.” “Why did Toby come?” Diesel asked, “I don’t know what I did to invoke you to help me.” Toby smiled, and said: “I had nothing to do, and Thomas might have needed backup in case things went wrong.” “I see.” said Diesel, things starting to make sense.
Morning came a few hours later, and Thomas, Toby, and Diesel were still asleep. Diesel 10 fixed this with a loud blaring of his horn. “WAKE UP YOU HEAPING LUMPS OF IRON AND STEEL!!!!” “I’m not even made of iron or steel!” Toby said indignantly. Diesel 10 ignored this. “You two need to get back to Ffarquhar before the Fat Controller finds out.” Diesel 10 told the little engines. “But how?” Thomas asked. The Class 42 smiled wickedly. “Dart! Get the grabber arm from storage!” “Why?” Dart asked. “Oh, I’m just going to help our guests get home.” Diesel 10 answered. Thomas and Toby gulped.
At Ffarquhar, Thomas and Toby’s crews were waiting at the sheds. The manager had called them and told them Thomas and Toby were being delivered home by Diesel 10 himself. Mr. Davies was getting impatient. “What is taking so long? They should be here by now!” “Probably had to send for someone to take them down. The tracks for this Branchline aren’t exactly built for a engine Diesel 10’s size to run on.” Frank answered. Mr. Davies was about to reply, when Toby’s driver interrupted his train of thought. “Listen lads, I can hear somethin’.” He said. The others heard it too. There were screaming sounds coming from above them. “You don’t think?” Frank began to ask. “It is!” Mr. Davies shouted.
Thomas and Toby were flying through the air at a tremendous rate, screaming their smokeboxes off. They could see Ffarquhar below them. “Well, Toby, I guess this is it!” Thomas shouted. “See you on the other side Thomas!” Toby shouted back.
Thomas dazily opened his eyes. “Is this, Heaven?” He asked. “No, it’s Ffarquhar.” Said a familiar voice. It was the Fat Controller. “Oh, well, this is awkward.” Thomas said, still in a daze. “Yes, well, it appears you and Toby will have to go to the Steamworks for repairs. I don’t even want to know how you both managed to put a hole in the roof of the goods shed, but for now, I’m going to just let it go, and go to that McDonald’s restaurant on the Mainland. I hear there’s a special on Chicken McNuggets!”
As the portly man left, Thomas was left wondering if the Fat Controller would find out about Diesel’s escape. Suddenly, he remembered something important and disturbing. “Toby? Toby!” Thomas whispered. Toby woke up and looked to the speaker. “Wha…? Oh, hey Thomas. Are we dead?” “No, we’re still alive. Anyway, I just remembered something.” Thomas said with a hint of urgency. “What would that be?” Toby asked. “Whatever happened to the McDonald’s manager my fireman knocked out?”
Mainland… Somewhere near Barrow-in-Furness…
“Hello? Hello! Can someone please help me? I need assistance! My hands are tied up and I can’t reach my phone to call for help! Please? Someone help! I am a very important man, and I demand assistance in helping me get free of these bonds! HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!!!!!!”
MrMilkDuctor: Most of them are hit era which I don’t mind since this is the I grew up on
Sept 21, 2021 19:07:34 GMT
aspiegurl: IDK where you are but it aired first the year I was born and in reruns until '98. It's on Youtube and there's a wikia for it.
Sept 21, 2021 21:20:27 GMT
MrMilkDuctor: I was born in the 2000s so i I didn’t even watch the reruns from 1993 - 1998, as I said the only time I watch shining time STS was probably on a unknown channel but hey that’s cool to hear
Sept 21, 2021 22:02:48 GMT
dtchapman1: I suppose that is one thing we do have to consider on this forum now. We are pretty much at a point that new members are going to have grown up largely with the HiT era.
Sept 21, 2021 22:26:37 GMT
Two Red Engines: Me, I was born in '96. I didn't really see the episodes when they were first broadcast (Dad's job took us overseas), but I had several VHS tapes from S1-8 - including the AUS releases of Thomas & Gordon, Percy & Harold, Trust Thomas,...
Sept 21, 2021 23:22:57 GMT
Two Red Engines: Story & Song Collection, and Thomas & The Special Letter!
Sept 21, 2021 23:23:27 GMT
MrMilkDuctor: The hit era is actually decent compare to what we have now also the merchandise was just incredible
Sept 21, 2021 23:33:57 GMT
MrMilkDuctor: Two red engines i had only Like 5 DVD’s when I was young sadly I lost 3 of them hopefully you kept all of your VHS tapes
Sept 21, 2021 23:37:21 GMT
Two Red Engines: Thanks! I think I managed to keep most of them (mainly the individual S1-4 releases, as well as my Series 5 box set), as well as two DVDs, an S1-5 compilation ('Truck Loads of Fun') and a Series 6 release, ('The Chocolate Crunch')...
Sept 21, 2021 23:41:07 GMT
Two Red Engines: ...but some were lost to time, and others (mainly the S8 releases!) were just simply given away. Still have about 5 VHS releases (6 if you count the fact that my S5 box set came with two tapes) and those two DVDs, though, so not too bad in my opinion.
Sept 21, 2021 23:42:55 GMT
Two Red Engines: Say, anyone still got copies of their Railway Series books? Me, I've still got my 1997 edition of 'The Complete Collection' (the Gawdry version!), as well as RWS volumes 31, 32 and 40 (along with some stories from RWS 28 and 30 from the TTTE Book Club).
Sept 21, 2021 23:45:44 GMT
MrMilkDuctor: Solid collection right there!
Sept 22, 2021 0:05:56 GMT
MrMilkDuctor: I have the complete first series of the classic collection DVD from 2003 the one that has a menu option,I might post that later and a another one from the hit era a steam team DVD these are the only ones I still have .
Sept 22, 2021 0:06:33 GMT
MrMilkDuctor: Classic Thomas is gonna come back?
Sept 22, 2021 10:15:53 GMT
MrMilkDuctor: Or did I just read that in a wrong way
Sept 22, 2021 10:19:38 GMT
whosgeoffrey: I'm personally inclined to think of it as just another one of Allcroft's very heart-warming messages to the adult fanbase. If she is doing something new with Thomas, I doubt it'll be new episodes, though — maybe the biography she mentioned some time ago?
Sept 22, 2021 12:36:14 GMT
MrMilkDuctor: Yeah that could be true
Sept 22, 2021 13:17:21 GMT