Thanks for the kind words PercyFan1998! I really tried hard with this one, glad to see you liked it! I've got a new story in the works, just have to start writing it up. Don't fret, for it will be out soon!
Hello, fellow forumites! To celebrate SiF's 14th birthday, I have made a new story to share! Sorry for inactivity, I've nnot had a moment to write a new story for the thread, so think of this one as a sort of apology to those who enjoy the series, and bring hope for new ones to be made!
It had been a busy month. For some strange reason, the Island of Sodor had no incidents occur on the railway, whatsoever. It was almost peaceful. Too peaceful.
It was really strange. But as always, life has a way of making you realize, nothing is ever too good to be true, and this is one of those cases.
One morning at Tidmouth Sheds, the engines were being prepped for the day’s work. Henry had just returned from pulling the Flying Kipper, without incident mind. He was therefore exempt from morning duties. Gordon was just about to leave to take the Express when the Shedmaster walked into the roundhouse. He had to speak to the engines and crews.
“Okay everyone, I just received the weather report. It appears that by mid-afternoon today, our first snowfall of the season will hit the Island.” He reported.
The engines groaned.
“I knew I was feeling stiff this morning.” Gordon grunted.
Of course, the only two engines who felt particularly happy about this news, was Kimberly and Nicole. You thought it was Donald and Douglas, didn’t you?
“Did you hear that Nicole? It’s going to snow!” Kim giggled.
“I heard Kim! I’m so happy!” Nicole replied.
James sniffed. “What in Proteus’ name makes you so happy about snow?”
Kim stared at the red engine. “Trust us James, if you’d been in Scotland as long as we have, you get to see the beautiful Scottish mountainside, all covered in brightly moonlit snow.”
“It truly is a wonderful sight to behold James.” Nicole added.
James huffed. “We have beautiful, snow covered mountains too! Like, uh…”
“Culdee Fell?” Henry whispered sleepily, listening in to the conversation.
“Culdee Fell! You both clearly haven’t seen it in the winter months, and it truly is a sight to behold!” James finished.
“Oh stop it, James. You have work to do right now, so please, go take care of it.” The Shedmaster ordered.
“Oh fine, I’ll get moving, as long as it’s not…”
“…TRUCKS?!?!” James cried, as Charlie shunted a goods train behind him.
“Yes James, more specifically, the Alumina Train to Killdane. We have to hurry, they were expecting this morning.” James’ driver told his engine.
“Oh, whatever, as long as after this, I get to pull my passenger train.” James grumbled, and puffed in front of the trucks. He was coupled on, and he set off.
He arrived crossly at Killdane, and stopped gruffly in the yard. Miranda noticed this. “Hey, James! Can the attitude, will ya? Hunter’s trying to nap!” She looked over to the slumbering 77, snoring away.
“So what if I’m not in a good mood? I have a valid reason for it!”
“Is having to pull a goods train really good enough for it to be a valid reason?” Miranda asked sweetly.
“Well…I…Oh, just get me uncoupled from these trucks at once!” James complained loudly, waking Hunter up.
“What? Who’s there? I swear to Gawdry if I was woken up two hours early before my next goods train again, I’m gonna…!”
What came next was several minutes of Hunter using some words that can’t be put to page, so when Miranda eventually calmed the old electric down, James had quickly set off from the Branchline at his top speed.
James arrived back at Tidmouth an hour early. The Yardmaster was surprised to see him, as well as how exhausted he looked.
“James! What’s wrong with you?” He asked.
“Oh, I just felt I had to hurry back here.” James said, cleverly crafting a little white lie, which the Yardmaster bought.
“Well, since you’ve arrived back early, we have some empties that need to be taken to Arlesburgh West. Can you do that?” The Yardmaster asked.
“Sure.” James replied through clenched teeth. He’d only just escaped one goods train, now he was being roped into another one! “Good, head over to the sidings and collect a brakevan before you head out.” The Yardmaster ordered. “Now be careful, weather report was updated an hour after Murdoch left with a container train. It appears that the snow will be coming earlier than expected.”
“Don’t worry, Arlesburgh isn’t that far away.” James said smoothly. “I’ll be there and back in no time!”
“HOW CAN THIS MUCH SNOW FALL THIS QUICKLY?!?!” James cried. He’d just dropped of the trucks when the snow came. It had started falling slowly, then quickly gathered speed and density. Now, the rails were just two streaks protruding the white landscape.
“I don’t know! We’re probably going to have to stay here until it clears up!” His driver replied. For once, James agreed with his driver. He was just about to puff over to the sheds, when a workman ran up.
“Quickly! There’s trouble at the tunnel! Duck has stuck in a snowdrift!” He explained.
“Right, get my engine prepped with a snowplow! We’re going to help him!” James’ driver ordered.
Now, one would say James would totally disagree with this. But James realized that if he didn’t help Duck out, he would be in big trouble with the Fat Controller. So reluctantly, as soon as a snowplow was fitted, he puffed out of the shed with a workman’s coach, out into the blizzard.
He arrived at the entrance to the Tidmouth tunnel, where he found Duck half-buried in a snow drift. James wanted to make a joke, but found he didn’t have much time to. The workman began to dig around the Pannier.
Duck felt glad when help had arrived, and ignored the fact it was James who came to rescue him. “Thank you for coming to get me out of this, James!”
“Don’t bother. There was no one else for miles.” James explained.
“Still, thanks for rescuing me.” Duck said.
The workman hacked and shoveled at the piles of snow surrounding Duck and his passengers. Eventually, Duck was freed, and James led the way back to Tidmouth, as the line back to Arlesburgh had been covered in snow and ice.
When they arrived, he noticed two distinct Class 60’s visibly shaking. He decided that now was the time for a tease.
“I say you two, don’t you just love the feeling of snow fall on your cabs? How beautiful it flits around in front of you? And especially how cold, frosty, and chilly it feels?” If you couldn’t tell those three were emphasized in bold, he was really selling how much of an arse he could be.
Kim and Nicole got the point as icicles began forming on their cab roofs. This did not help.
“Okay, you two, I’ll take you back to the shed, along with Duck.” James replied, and coupled on to Duck, who had already frozen into an ice cube. He grabbed Kim and Nicole and dragged them to the sheds.
For the next two hours, the four engines watched the snowfall begin to climb into blizzard conditions. This worried James. Kim and Nicole, surrounded in giant novelty blankets, watched with him. Duck, meanwhile, was being defrosted with several workman and his crew using blow dryers set to the highest heat frequency. You can tell I’m really selling that Duck had become a block of ice in this story.
“Wow, Nicole. I didn’t realize that snowfalls on Sodor can reach blizzard conditions!” Kim commented.
“Yeah, why did it have to be made apparent to us this way?” Nicole asked James.
“Happens sometimes. Karma can really be a cruel mistress.” James said.
So...After two weeks of inactivity due to finals and all that nonsense, I present to you, Snow Engines!
The first blizzard had hit Sodor pretty hard. The railways were covered deeply with snow, ice, and several other things. Every engine that could get to shelter did, and several engines took shelter at Crovan’s Gate, Vicarstown, or Knapford. The only engines at Tidmouth were James, the Class 60’s, and Duck. Eventually, a couple of other engines had returned, the only engines possibly equipped for this weather, Donald and Douglas, the Wonder Twins, the Dynamic Duo, the…
…well that killed the moment.
“I can’t believe this!” James cried, as a workman wiped Donald’s nose. “Our resident snow-fighters, felled by a cold!”
“Hey, we're nae doon an' out yit, James.” Douglas drawled, then sneezed hard all over a workman. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” Said the workman. Sudrian workman are quite resilient when they have to deal with locomotives, especially sick steam locomotives.
“Still, do you think you’ll both be alright?” James asked, worried.
“Och, we’ll, *achoo* be alrecht.” Donald replied, but it was quite clear to the others that they wouldn’t be alright.
“There has to be another set of engines who can fight snow!” Duck cried. “Donald and Douglas are the masters when it comes to this kind of thing.”
“Noo hauld oan a minute.” Douglas interrupted. “Thaur ur tois other engines ye hae here 'at can dae uir job jist as well.”
“Who?” The four engines asked.
“Ah believe it's those tois big diesels ower thaur.” Donald gestured to the two 60’s next to them.
Kim and Nicole were shocked. “Who? Us?” Kim asked.
“Aye.” Donald confirmed.
“Ye two would be perfect fur this job.” Douglas added. “Ye did wark oan EWS, right?
“Yes, but…” Nicole tried to reply.
“Then yoo've worked in th' snowiest ay conditions, an' ken hoo tae handle it.” Donald finished, and then coughed and wheezed. A workman ran up to him.
Kim and Nicole gazed at each other. It was true that they’d worked on the EWS, heck, they still had the livery attached to them. But, they hardly ever worked in Scotland, having only taken trains in England and Wales. They were trying to tell the Twins that, but looking at how sickly they were, and the looks of hope from James and Duck didn’t help matters at all.
Kim sighed. “We’ll do it.” She replied.
“Thank ye.” Donald sighed happily. “Yoo've made us baith prood, reit Douggie?”
“Aye Donal’. Very prood indeed.” Douglas replied.
“Glad to.” Nicole said nervously.
“Th' snowplows in in th' workshed.” Donald explained. “Once they've bin attached, fin' a workman's coach, an' attach yoorselves tae either side ay it.”
“When yoo''ve dain 'at, collect th' workman, an' sit aff.” Douglas added. “Ye micht fin' mair engines at some ay th' bigger stations. Hae them come haur tae Tidmouth.”
“Okay, Donald and Douglas.” The 60’s replied, then set off.
As they exited the sheds, Donald called out to them. “Please be careful! Snaw can be very tricky!”
“We will!” They called back, and headed to the workshed.
“Oh, Douggie. Ah hope they dae a guid job.” Donald fretted.
“Dinna fash yerself, Donal’. They'll be fine. As lang as they dae a guid job, Sodor will hae survived anither blizzard, an' gained tois new snaw fighters.”
“There’s the workshed.” Kim said, as they approached the part of the yard they hardly ventured to. A workman threw open the doors, and there, sitting in the back of the shed, were two very old snowplows.
“That’s supposed to be a snowplow?” Kim asked, disgusted.
“Hey, these snowplows have put in a lot of service over the years.” A voice rasped. “Donald and Douglas have always used these snowplows, no matter what condition they were in.”
The two 60’s jumped. “What on Sodor was that?!” Nicole cried.
“It’s me, you two silly diesels.” The voice chuckled. The two diesels gazed at an old workman’s coach sat in the shed with the two snowplows. He chuckled again. “What, have you ever seen a sentient coach before?”
“Well, we’ve seen Annie and Clarabel.” Nicole answered.
“There’s also Alice and Mirabel.” Kim added. “Oh, and Isabel and Dulcie.”
“Can’t forget Henrietta and Victoria.” Nicole remembered.
“Oh yeah, and the Slip Coaches.” Kim said.
The workman’s coach laughed. “Okay, you have both seen a sentient coach before.”
Kim and Nicole laughed too. “You know what, Coach? You’re all right.” Kim said and advanced toward the snowplows.
“Oh please. Call me Ethan.” The coach replied.
“Okay ‘Ethan’, shall we get started?” Nicole asked.
“As soon as we can. “It won’t be long before another blizzard comes ‘round.” Ethan advised.
“Okay, let’s get to work.” Kim said, as a snowplow was attached. To her surprise, the snowplow was still in amazing condition. “This feels strong and solid!”
“Of course they are! Why do you think I said that the snowplows were used in whatever condition they were in?” Ethan said. Nicole laughed, and Kim rolled her eyes.
“Let’s get going! There are bound to be engines stuck somewhere on this Island.” Nicole said urgently.
“All right! All right! Give it a moment! The workman are getting their equipment loaded, and your snowplows fitted.” Ethan said, eying the workman loading shovels and snow-blowers into him. At last, they loaded the equipment, attached the plows to Kim and Nicole, and climbed into Ethan.
“Okay, Kim and Nicole, let’s head out!” Ethan exclaimed, and the train set off out of the shed.
The first hour went better than first expected. The two Diesels powered their way through the snow, Ethan giving out helpful advice from time to time. Nicole accepted the help, Kim, after a little convincing from her sister, took the advice reluctantly. They had made it past Knapford, Knapford Junction, and Crosby. They told the engines they met to go to Tidmouth, and continued on their way. They made it to Wellsworth, and went to the sidings to take a break.
Kim was exhausted from pushing the snowplow. “Man Nicole. This is incredibly hard work! I don’t think I’ve worked that hard before!” Nicole agreed, her whatever-passed-for-cheeks flushed with red.
Ethan was confused. “I would have thought you two would have some experience with snow. As far as I know, according to your liveries, you work in Scotland sometimes, where it snows a lot.”
For the first time, Kim had nothing to say, so it was up to Nicole to answer Ethan. “Uhh…umm…yeah! We did work in Scotland! So yeah! We know how to handle snow!” Nicole sputtered out.
Ethan stared hard at the Class 60, detecting that something was amiss. What was obvious was Nicole was visibly sweating, and baring her teeth in a smile that conveyed a deeper message of untruth. Of course, we didn’t say he was smart, just slow. “Very well. We can rest for another half hour, then it’s back to clearing snow.”
“Okay…” Kim and Nicole replied, and both screamed internally.
When their break was over, Nicole took the front of the train, and Kim took the back. When the workman climbed back into the train, Nicole started off, Kim following close behind. Just as Nicole rolled out of the yard, Ethan’s brakes came on. “WOAH!!!” Ethan cried. Kim slammed on her brakes, Nicole followed suit.
“What the heck was that for?!” Nicole cried.
One of Ethan’s doors opened, and a workman’s head popped out. “We’ve left a workman in the Station behind!”
Kim looked back. “He’s right! There’s one of them now!” As she said that, a workman was running as fast as he could to catch up to the train.
The workman leant against Kim’s buffer, panting hard. “Did. You. Even. Remember. I was. In. the. Station building?” He asked, catching his breath. Kim felt sorry for the workman, and a little worried if he did more than pant and wheeze.
“Sorry, old chap.” Said the foreman. “We thought everyone was accounted for. Clearly we were wrong.”
“Oh its fine, I should be ready to get back onto the train.” Said the workman, finally able to speak properly. His colleagues helped him into Ethan, and the train set off again.
The train came to the bottom of Gordon’s Hill. Kim was worried. She remembered what happened when she went down the hill and crashed. Of course, after her accident, she was more careful on hills, but she was still wary of it.
“Right!” Ethan exclaimed. “Now, we need to clear Gordon’s Hill of snow.”
“Will it be difficult?” Nicole asked.
“It won’t be an issue, as long as we are careful when we push the snow out of the way.” Ethan said warily.
“Very well, let’s do it.” Nicole said determinedly. So the workman began to hack at the banks of ice on the side of the line, while Nicole and Kim pushed piles and piles of snow off of the tracks. It was very hard work. Each time Nicole got tired of pushing, Kim would take her place, and it went on like this for an hour.
Eventually, they made it to the top of the hill. The 60’s whooped for joy, and Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. “Now, to clear the snow on the other line!”
What followed were several insults and screams from Nicole and Kim, and they were hurled in Ethan’s direction. “On second thought, we can do that later.” He replied, his paintwork chipping off. “Now, we’ll need to clear the other side of the line.”
“How will we do that?” Kim asked.
“We can do one of two methods.” Ethan began. “Method 1: Tread carefully and push against the snow, which will take a couple hours, at most.”
“We don’t have a couple hours! It’s nearly four hours to dusk!” Nicole cried.
“Then we have Method 2: Run fast down the tracks, rashly pushing the snow to the side, and hope we don’t crash.” Ethan finished.
“How long will that take?” Kim asked.
“If we do it correctly, 1-5 minutes.” Ethan answered grimly.
“Oh….” The 60’s moaned
Kim took a stab at pushing at the snow first. She pushed hard on the snowplow, and stopped when she was red in the face. “Well, how well did I do?” She asked.
“You did better than I expected.” Ethan said. “A whole two inches!”
“Two inches?!” Nicole shouted. “We can do better than two inches!” And she began pushing against Ethan and Kim, startling the two.
“Woah! Slow down young Nicole!” Ethan said worriedly.
“I want to get this stupid job done, Ethan! I’ve had enough of this stupid powder!” Nicole ranted. “Why did we accept this job, Kim?! We haven’t even worked in snow weather before!”
“You what?!” Ethan gasped.
“Nicole! Don’t tell him that! And please be careful! We are seriously close to sliding down this hill!” Kim cried, but it was too late. The two engines and coach began sliding down the hill, pushing the snow in random directions, at a dangerous speed.
“WHHHHAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!” They cried. It wasn’t long before they reached the bottom of the hill. That was good news. Now for the bad news.
“Ohhhhh….” Kim groaned as she opened her eyes, to see herself face-first in a big snowdrift. Ethan was derailed behind her, but otherwise unhurt.
Nicole, on the other hand, was crying. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I just crashed my sister. I just crashed my sister. I just crashed my sister!”
Kim had finally regained enough consciousness to calm her sister down. “Hey, Nicole! Will you be quiet for a second?! I have a splitting headache, and your constant worrying is really making cross!” Nicole brightened up. “Kim! You’re not dead!”
“Of course I’m not dead, you imbecile!” Kim growled, and spat some snow out of her mouth. “Snow is soft! It can’t kill a person!”
“Of course you would say that.” Ethan growled. “You don’t know a thing about avalanches. You don’t know a thing about snow, don’t you?!”
Kim and Nicole felt ashamed. “Sorry, Ethan.” They said.
“Now explain to me why you both haven’t worked in snowy conditions before.” Ethan ordered.
Kim sighed. “Well, the truth is…” She paused. “We only worked on one region of the EWS. The both of us were based solely in England.”
“We were hardly ever used in Scotland, or Wales.” Nicole added. “Our owners thought it best for the both of us to never leave England, because we were the only females on that particular fleet.”
“We were well and truly stuck. Never allowed to leave England.” Kim finished sadly.
Ethan was confused. “But it always snows in England. Why were you never used to clear it?”
“The manager thought it best to have us stay in the shed while the males did the snowy work.” Nicole answered, disgusted. “Our crews maintained us, but we were relegated to the sheds until spring.”
“It was totally unfair for the both of us!” Kim cried. “We were useful, but he didn’t think so! Now you can imagine how pleased we were when the Fat Controller asked to come here. We wanted to be away from that man!”
Ethan felt terrible. “I-I didn’t know this. I must really be a scumbag for thinking badly of you.”
The three sat in total silence for a good 30 minutes. Eventually, Nicole sighed. “Come on, we have to get the both of you back on the rails.” And so, the workman attached a strong chain between her and Ethan. She pulled hard, the icy rails making it difficult, but with sand being applied to the rails, she pulled Ethan and Kim back on the rails.
“Thanks Nicole, and please accept my dearest apologies for my horrid behavior to you both.” Ethan asked, shamefaced.
“Thank you.” Nicole said happily, then glared at Kim. “Ahem…”
“Uuughh…I accept your apology.” Kim said reluctantly.
“Thank you both. Now let’s get back to work!” Ethan replied.
“Ummmmm…. Hi…” Said a voice.
The three looked in the direction of the voice. It was Jordan and Murdoch, with a huge snowplow in front of Jordan.
“Jordan?! Murdoch?!” Kim cried.
“What are you doing here?!” Nicole asked.
“Well, Jordan and I were at Vicarstown this morning, and we were asked to try to plow our way to Tidmouth, hoping to find other engines stuck in the snow.” Murdoch began. “Before we left, they gave us this massive snowplow that cut through the snow like it was cake.”
“We’ve already checked Crovan’s Gate and the other stations, everyone that way is accounted for.” Jordan finished. “How about everyone on your end?”
“Everyone’s good.” Kim answered.
“Excellent! Let’s get you three to shelter first. You’re all looking pale.” Jordan advised.
“I do feel cold.” Ethan replied. “And my workmen need to get to a warm place as well.”
“Then on to Wellsworth!” Murdoch replied.
The two trains then ventured back to Wellsworth to rest, and on the way, the two groups swapped stories about the day’s adventure. When they got to Wellsworth, they stayed for the rest of the evening, then continued on to Tidmouth, where the Fat Controller was waiting.
“So let me get this straight. You two were never used in the wintertime?” The Fat Controller asked Kim and Nicole.
“Yes sir.” Kim replied.
“It’s true sir. We should have told you before we left.” Nicole added.
“You’re probably going to send us away, aren’t you?” Kim asked sadly.
The Fat Controller chuckled. “Are you both serious? I would never send away such hardworking engines like you. In all honesty, the both of you do more work than some of my other engines here.” He then nonchalantly coughed in the direction of James, Gordon, and Henry, who looked away.
“Y-you’re not sending us back to the EWS, sir?” Kim asked.
“Of course he isn’t!” James shouted.
“You two are probably the best engines we’ve ever had!” Duck added.
“Thank you.” The Fat Controller replied. “Now, in keeping with tradition. I am therefore asked if you wish to have a different color paintwork. Which would you like?”
The two engines thought for a moment, then Kim replied. “I want NWR blue with red lining!”
“Awww… I wanted that!” Nicole moaned.
“You both can have it!” The Fat Controller laughed. “I shall notify the Dieselworks immediately!”
“Oh thank you sir!” Kim cried happily.
“Thanks for letting us stay!” Nicole said with relief.
“Letting you stay? You were already part of the family as soon as you stepped on the rails.” The Fat Controller winked, then turned and walked away.
“I guess there’s nothing left to say, except ‘Welcome to Sodor, Kim and Nicole!’” James exclaimed.
“Welcome to Sodor, Kim and Nicole!” The other engines chorused. The two 60’s both cried tears of joy, and joined in the cheers as well.
A few days later, Kim and Nicole came back with fresh coats of NWR blue with red lining. Everyone in the yard, (Ok that’s a lie, it was Thomas, Henry, Gordon, James, Duck, the Twins, Jordan, and Kyle) thought they looked very smart (that’s also a lie, James missed the red and yellow lining they used to have). In any case, they rolled back into the shed, and greeted the other engines.
“Well, what do you think?” Kim asked.
“Stunning. Absolutely stunning.” Gordon answered.
“I feel like I truly belong on this Island.” Nicole sighed. “Do you Kim?”
“Definitely.” Kim replied. “Say, Donald and Douglas, do you think you could teach us how to work in snow?”
“Och, ay coorse we can.” Douglas said proudly. “Mah brither an’ Ah can teach ye everythin’ we ken abit snaw.”
“Well, hope you learn much from them.” Henry said.
“I hope we do too.” Kim replied. With that, everyone talked into the night about the week’s adventures, and the adventures to be had.
The Fat Controller was in his office looking over paperwork, when he came upon a letter addressed to him. He picked it up and read it. “Well, this is a surprise.” He said to himself as he read it again, amazed.
I hope you enjoyed this installment, guys! Be ready for the next one, which I will finally have plenty of time to write, now that I'm on break for the next two weeks! As always, thanks for reading!
Whew! Now, I myself have experienced snow very few times (on vacations in Lake Tahoe), I live in an area that hasn't received snow in quite a long time. And reading these two latest stories really only add on to my somewhat traumatized fear of it... Nontheless! Hearing more of James' various plights is always a delight (unintentional rhyme is actually ironic) and hearing how he rescued Duck is pretty cool as well as taking a stab at Kim and Nicole.
Hearing of the two sisters' first time as well in dealing with snow is also... Fascinating? At least the two got out of it A-okay! All is good on your Sodor in the end
Post by ThomasandMatt on Dec 20, 2016 23:46:19 GMT
All is good, indeed. Anyway, did a small update to the poll, included the Kyle and Jordan stories, and the Halloween Special. Didn't include the last two, for it can go into a poll of it's own. Happy voting!
Post by ThomasandMatt on Dec 23, 2016 23:56:24 GMT
Hello all you happy people! Today I present to you, the first in a multi-part Christmas Special! Hope you enjoy it!
A Christmas Wish...
Percy puffed into Ffarquhar from taking the Mail Train that morning. He was very tired indeed. Christmas was a few days away, and he had a few more Mail Trains to take. He had just backed into the shed, when Thomas woke up.
“Percy! Where’ve you been?! We had to decorate the shed without you!” He said crossly.
Percy groaned. “I’ve been Really Useful and took the Mail Train all of last night.”
“Even so,” Thomas continued, “You didn’t help before you left! Do you know how hard it is to string lights with no hands?!”
“I don’t know! How hard is it?!”
“Take a look at Toby.” Thomas said, looking at Toby, somehow hanging upside down with a bunch of Christmas lights surrounding him.
“How the Dickens did he stuck like that?!” Percy asked, worried and amazed.
“I don’t think we can explain it, just like we can’t explain Henry’s sudden new abilities after Halloween.” Thomas replied.
“Are we going to explain that?” Percy asked the Narrator.
Until I find such time to write about it.
“Okay.” Percy said, feeling satisfied.
“Anyways…We have a lot to do today, Percy!” Thomas said, hastily changing the subject. “The Fat Controller wants us to do our regular jobs, but he wants us at Tidmouth later on for a “Special Surprise.””
“Isn’t everything that happens on this Island a “Special Surprise”, Thomas?” Percy asked.
“Shut up Percy.”
With that, the two engines rushed off to begin work. They then returned to get Toby down from the shed.
At the end of the day, the three engines puffed over to Tidmouth for the “Special Surprise.” They were speculating as to what it would be.
“It must be a big surprise if he wanted us all to come.” Percy said.
“Wonder if it’s a famous engine.” Thomas though aloud.
“Please, where would The Fat Controller find a famous engine?” Toby asked. “Besides, it’s high time we had a Christmas without any famous engines coming here to party with us.”
“Come on Toby, you loved it when Flying Scotsman, Mallard, and Duchess of Hamilton came last year.” Thomas said.
“The latter two had to be pulled by Scotsman himself! I felt sorry for him when he had to pull those two with him!” Toby interjected.
“He was still graceful about it.” Said Percy.
“Still, it would be nice to have a Sudrian Christmas.” Toby harrumphed.
“Toby, we were all built on the Mainland, remember?” Thomas said. “So, technically, we’re not Sudrian engines.”
“He’s got ya there.” Percy giggled.
Toby rolled his eyes, as they passed the gantry into Tidmouth.
“Is everyone here?” The Fat Controller asked.
“Everyone we can cram into the roundhouse, sir.” Edward reported.
“Excellent!” The Fat Controller exclaimed. “Now, I suppose you’re wondering why you’re all here, correct?”
“Correct!” The engines answered.
“Well, I shall give you a hint.” The Fat Controller said wryly. “It’s…”
Just then, the engines heard a loud noise coming from outside. They looked to the entrance, and gasped. From outside, came Flying Scotsman (surprise surprise), Ashima (surprise surprise), Stepney, Jinty, Pug, and…
“Lady?!” Thomas exclaimed.
“Proteus?!” Percy cried.
“Ghost Train?!” Toby shouted.
“Pleasure to see you all again.” Proteus said happily, ignoring the cries from the engines.
“What are you all doing here?” Thomas asked.
“Well, your wonderful Sir Topham Hatt invited us here for Christmas.”
I wasn’t particularly invited. Lady kind of forced me to tag along as a guest. Ghost Train.
“Even so, these three, as well as Flying Scotsman, Ashima, Stepney, Jinty and Pug are here to celebrate with us.” Said the Fat Controller, changing gears. “So I want you all to make them feel welcome and comfortable. Now, be ready for tomorrow, for tomorrow, we have a lot of work to do!” With that, he left.
There was a long silence after the Fat Controller had left. Flying Scotsman cleared his throat. “Ahem, so how are things? Ashima told me a lot about last September, at the Shunter’s Convention.”
“Oh, you heard about that.” Thomas said awkwardly. He looked at Jinty and Pug, trying to gain some assistance in changing the subject.
Luckily, Jinty knew exactly what to ask. “So, why are these three magical entities here?”
“Well, do you want to hear the story?” Thomas asked. “It’s all rather long and convoluted.”
“I believe we have time.” Jinty replied. “Fire away.”
“Okay, if everyone could jump in to help tell the story that would be great.” Thomas asked, and began.
By the time he’d finished, it was morning. “Well guys, it’s time to go to work.” Edward said.
“Alright Edward. You heard him everyone, let’s be really useful!” Thomas exclaimed, puffed out of the sheds, Percy, Toby, Jinty, Pug, Ashima, Ghost Train, Lady, and Proteus on his flat truck following close behind. Thomas stopped, the engines bumping into each other, yes, even Ghost Train made contact with the engine in front of him.
“Okay, we’re going to set some ground rules.” Thomas began. “You can all come, but if you’re following me, Percy, and Toby back to Ffarquhar, you are all going to be doing work.”
Me?! Do work?! I’m the…
“Ghost Train. Yes we know, but is this your holiday?”
“Then you can do some work.” Thomas reasoned.
Fine… Ghost Train groaned.
“Good! Now, Jinty, Pug, you can stay at Knapford or Tidmouth, to help with the shunting work. Ashima can help Percy and Toby with goods work, and Lady can help with the passengers.”
“What about me, Thomas?” Proteus asked.
“Hmmm…” Thomas thought.
Skarloey was about to take his morning passenger train, when Edward arrived with a strange object on a flat truck. When he got a better look, his eyes lit up to see Proteus.
“Proteus? What are you doing here?” He asked.
“Visiting the island for the holidays.” Proteus answered.
“I’ll just get you over to the transfer siding.” Edward said.
“No need.” Proteus interrupted, and promptly teleported to the front of Skarloey. “Well, if I’m staying the next couple of days here, then I might as well learn the line.”
The two old engines and Proteus chuckled, then went on their merry ways.
“It was a good thing Edward was willing to take Proteus on to Crovan’s Gate for you, Thomas.” Percy said to his friend.
“Probably would have burned him if he refused.” Thomas added.
“Now Thomas, Proteus doesn’t smite everyone and everything.” Lady cautioned.
Tell that to my ghosts in the Halloween Special. Ghost Train grumped.
“Let’s not bring that up.” Lady said, changing the subject. “Now, where are the coaches?”
“Right over there.” Thomas said.
“Okay.” Lady replied. “Who will help me get them?
Thomas and Percy looked around awkwardly. “What? Was it something I said?”
“Well, here at Ffarquhar, we have to get our things by ourselves.” Percy explained. “We don’t lay about like…”
“What Percy means,” Thomas interrupted, “is we have a lot of work to do, so we have to assemble our trains on our own.”
“Oh.” Lady said. “I guess I’ll have to go get them then.” She puffed over to the coaches, coupled up, and puffed off.
Percy now felt sorry. “How can I make it up to her?”
“You can do it later. She has to learn on her own, right now, we have three days until Christmas Eve, and we still have a lot of work to do.” Thomas puffed. “Now I believe there are some stone trucks waiting by the goods shed.”
“Crap! I forgot those were there!” Percy cried, and raced over to the goods shed. He picked up the trucks, and quickly raced out of the yards.
Thomas waited until he was out of sight. “Aaaaaaaannnnnnnnddd….He’s gone!” Thomas rushed to the shed. He stopped, and Mr. Davies quickly closed the doors.
“Okay, now that we’re perfectly alone, let’s get the Christmas present wrapping done!” Thomas exclaimed.
“Thomas, you do realize you don’t have hands, right?” Mr. Davies quipped.
“Yes.” Thomas acknowledged. “That’s why I have you and Frank here.”
Mr. Davies just sighed. “One wonders what goes on in that smokebox of yours.”
Three days later, the engines and visitors had worked extra hard, and pretty soon, Ghost Train and Lady got the hang of pulling trains, eventually. By the second day. After several instances. With a stone truck and several choir members. But that’s not important.
Thomas had been using any time he had in getting the Christmas presents wrapped. He had just finished having his fireman wrap Percy’s presents, when the engine in particular stopped outside the shed.
“Hello? Thomas? I’d like to come into my berth now to get some rest!” Percy called from outside.
“Just a minute, Percy! I’ve got a couple things to put away before I head back out!” Thomas called back.
“Things? What do you have in there that I don’t already know about?”
“Ummm…things that don’t concern you?”
“Doesn’t concern me? Thomas, we’re best friends! We tell each other things! We even wrote a pact!”
“I understand! Just give me a moment!”
“Thomas, if you don’t open this damn door this instant, I’ll break it down!”
“And just how are you going to open the door? You don’t have hands!”
“No, but I’ve got buffers!” Percy cried, and charged the shed doors.
“Percy, you daft idiot! You wouldn’t dare!” Thomas yelled.
But Percy had already burst through the doors, and ran into the Christmas tree that had been set up, which of course, fell down and landed right in front of the fireplace, which caught fire.
“Oh no! Thomas, we have to get out of here!” Percy cried.
“We can’t leave! My hard work!” Thomas shouted.
“Screw your hard work! The place is going up!” Percy growled, and puffed away.
Thomas gazed sadly at the presents, each catching fire, and raced out of the sheds.
Toby and Ashima had just arrived back from the Quarry, when they saw the flames rise out of the sheds. “What on Sodor?” Toby gasped.
“Toby, is the shed supposed to be on fire?” Ashima asked, worried.
“No, but then again, it was only a matter of time something was going to go wrong, with all of those stupid Christmas decorations.” Toby groaned, and raced down to the Yard, Ashima following close behind.
Eventually, the flames died down as the Fire Brigade put the fire out. The firemen stepped out of the smoke and walked over to their trucks. Thomas stared at the sheds in unimaginable horror. Percy and Toby watched with him, feeling the same way, but didn’t realize why Thomas was this way.
Soon, the Fat Controller arrived on board Winston. He looked at the sheds in surprise, and walked over to the engines.
“What is going on?” He cried. “How did this happen?”
“A tree was knocked over inside, and made contact with the fireplace.” Thomas explained.
“Who knocked it over then?” He asked.
Percy was just about to answer, when Thomas puffed forward. “I did sir. I was working on a project with my crew when I bumped the tree and it fell into the fireplace.”
Percy’s eyes went wide. “What?!”
“Thomas, while I understand it was an accident, not only did you cause damage to your shed, you also did damage to the surrounding area.” The Fat Controller sighed. “I guess you’ll all have to sleep at Tidmouth tonight.” The Fat Controller turned and walked away.
Percy gazed at Thomas, who just sighed and puffed away. “Oh Toby, what am I going to do? Thomas probably won’t forgive me after this!”
“Don’t you worry, Thomas is a big tank engine, he’ll be fine!” Toby said.
“I wonder what that special project was.” Percy though aloud.
“I don’t know Percy. I don’t know.” Toby sighed, and puffed away.
“Wait! Toby! Maybe we can fix this!” Percy exclaimed.
“Are you asking us if time travel is possible?” Lady asked Percy at Knapford. The Golden Engine and Ghost Train had been there when the fire had occurred.
“Well yes.” Percy answered. “You are magical engines, right?”
Really? I wouldn’t have noticed! Ghost Train laughed.
“This is serious! I caused that fire! I have to prevent it from happening!” Percy cried.
“Percy, we understand that you are sorry, but what you are asking is much more different than just simply teleporting here and there on a whim.” Lady began. “You are asking us to tamper with a continuum that must be maintained delicately, and if one section, time in this case, is tampered with, the other, space, is affected as well. If both are messed with, they can be destroyed without a second thought!”
Percy stared. “Well, what else can we do? It’s not as if we can wish that this accident never happened!”
Ghost Train gulped. You just did.
“What are you talking about?!” Percy cried as all of a sudden, their surroundings began to change dramatically.
“What’s going on?!” Toby shouted.
“We’re being pulled back in time!” Lady cried.
“To where?!” Percy asked.
“Most likely to before the accident occurred!” Lady answered.
“Why are you both magical engines?! Why can’t my life be normal?!” Toby cried unhappily.
“You and me both!!!” Percy yelled, as the four engines plunged through space and time.
“AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!!!” They cried, as they materialized in Knapford.
“What. Just. Happened.” Percy asked, after they caught their breath.
“I. Don’t know.” Lady panted. “But, judging by how things are looking the same since before we got here, we’ve just arrived before you and Thomas had that accident.”
I sincerely hope we never do that, again. Ghost Train asked.
“Excuse me.” Said a voice. “But what are you all doing here at Knapford? This part of the line isn’t ready for other engines just yet.”
“Why do I recognize that voice?” Toby shivered.
The four engines looked at the owner, and gasped. Its owner belonged to Thomas!
I know, I know, it's been over a week since the last one, where I promised a multi-part special, but can ya blame me for having a busy and hectic week? Well, here's the second part, but I must warn you, it actually has a little bit more sad moments than Snow Engines so be warned, here is Part 2!
A Christmas Wish...
“I asked you all a question. What are you doing here?” Thomas asked again.
Percy and Toby were pale. Ghost Train had fainted. Lady was shocked into silence.
“I can see you’re busy. I’ll just be moving along then.” Thomas said, and puffed away.
“Wait!” Percy cried. “Please, what year is it?”
Thomas stared. “1923, Christmas Eve. Why do you ask?”
“Just asking.” Percy said.
“Well it was a weird question to ask.” Thomas chuckled.
“Believe me, weirder things have happened.” Toby puffed.
“Whatever do you mean by ‘weirder things?’?” Thomas asked.
The engines paused. What would happen if they told him that they were from another time, and what would happen if he reacted? If they did, it could destroy the very fabric of time, pushing them all into an alternate timeline.
Then, Percy realized that in 1923, Thomas was a naïve, cheeky, fussy little tank engine, so by telling him where they came from wouldn’t be a total issue. “We’re from another time.”
“PERCY!!!!!” Toby, Lady, and Ghost Train yelled.
“Another time?” Thomas puffed. “Please. If you were from another time, where is your little contraption or something that brought you here?”
The engines stared at Thomas. “How do you know about time travel?”
“Where the hell do you think you are? You’re on a magical island that brings engines to life before everyone’s eyes. What else could you possibly classify as ‘weirder things?’?”
There was an awkward silence. Ghostly realms and diesel zombies? Ghost Train said aloud.
“Now I know that’s a lie.” Thomas joked. “Right?”
“Sure…” Percy hastily replied.
“Anyways, where’s your shed?” Lady asked.
“Down at Ffarquhar. But I must warn you, it’s going to get really cramped in there.” Thomas warned.
“Do you just have the one shed?” Lady asked as they arrived Ffarquhar.
“Well, there is the carriage shed where I keep Annie and Clarabel.” Thomas suggested. “But I wouldn’t try putting them outside, because the last time I left them outside, they never let me forget it.”
“What about the goods shed?” Percy asked.
“Over there. But it’s a little shoddy.” Thomas directed.
“Oh yeah.” Percy sighed.
After everyone got settled in, Thomas started in asking questions. “So, if you guys say you’re from the future, then how did you get here? Why did you come here? What’s it like in the future? Is it good?”
Lady decided to answer the first question. “We got here by a simple wish.”
“Well that’s a weird way to travel.” Thomas chuckled.
Anyways, we came here because that green guy caused an accident in our time, but of course, something went wrong, and now we’re in 1923! Ghost Train added.
“Say, why is your voice so familiar?” Thomas asked.
Uummm… No reason?
“Okay.” Thomas dismissed.
“If you’re wondering what it’s like in the future, you’re better off not knowing.” Toby said.
“Why not?” Thomas asked.
“Because you can’t know!” Percy exclaimed. “If we told you about the future, then the fabric of time and space will unravel!”
“Okay! Jeez!” Thomas cried. “By the way, I never did get your names.”
“Well, we’re…” Percy began.
“The green tank engine’s Jeeves, I’m Clyde, she’s Lady, and he’s…” Toby interrupted.
Percy and Toby tried very hard not to laugh, while Lady rolled her eyes. Thomas giggled. “That has got be the weirdest-sounding name I’ve ever heard!” With that, he puffed back to his shed to sleep.
When he was gone, Percy let Ghost Train have it. “Smitty Werbenjagermanjenson? Where in Gawdry’s name did you get that name?”
I had to think of something! Then I remembered that stupid T.V. show, and I somehow remembered the name, and that’s what I got! Ghost Train tried to explain.
“But it’s a name from a T.V. show that barely makes since in itself!” Toby puffed. “I mean, it has at least two first names in it!”
You try making up names on the spot!
“I just did!”
“Will you two stop it!” Lady cried. “Honestly! It’s like listening to two children bickering about who gets the last cookie!”
“Listen! We have to go!” Percy shouted. “Clearly this is the wrong time! We need to go forward into the future!”
“And just how, pray tell, can we accomplish that?!” Toby growled.
“I wish we can go forward a few years!” Percy wished.
The group then jumped forward in time.
It was a cold morning on December 24th, 1986. Thomas had just been asked to collect the Christmas tree from the Other Railway. Once he’d left Tidmouth, a bright light appeared from a distant corner of the Yard.
Out of this light, came Percy, Lady, Toby, and Ghost Train, all shivering from the shunt.
“Where are we now?” Percy asked.
“Let’s ask.” Toby answered. “Hey! Workman! What year is it?!”
“1986 you dupe!” The workman yelled.
“There you go.” Toby said simply.
“We jumped 65 years! We’re not even close to the proper time!” Percy cried.
Technically, we are about 30 years away from 2016. Ghost Train reasoned.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Percy conceded.
Just then, Henry came up. “Percy! What are you doing?! You’re supposed to be getting my train ready!”
“Yes, you! Since Thomas has gone and picked up the Christmas tree, bloody lucky tank engine, I’m forced to take on more work!”
“Can’t you see I’m a little busy?”
“You’re just standing next to some other tank engines and Toby! I’d hardly call that busy! Never mind, I’ll do it myself!” Then he puffed off in a huff.
“Anyways, we need to jump forward a little bit.” Percy decided.
“Okay then, wish away.” Said Lady.
“I wish…” Percy began.
“Hey, Percy! I need you to do something quickly!” A workman called over.
“I’m a little busy!” Percy called back.
“I don’t care! This breakdown coach is needed for Donald and Douglas!”
“Get Percy to do it!”
“But you ARE Percy!”
“ARGH! I wish we can go forward to December 24, 2016!”
“2016? What are you on about?!” The workman cried, as Percy and the others were shunted forward again.
The workman stared. He kept staring as 1986 Percy puffed forward. “Hello workman, were you asking me for something?”
The workman jumped as he turned and looked at Percy. “Wha-? How did you get there?!”
Thomas had been using any time he had in getting the Christmas presents wrapped. He had just finished having his fireman wrap Percy’s presents, when the engine in particular stopped outside the shed.
“Hello? Thomas? I’d like to come into my berth now to get some rest!” Percy called from outside.
“Just a minute, Percy! I’ve got a couple things to put away before I head back out!” Thomas called back.
“Things? What do you have in there that I don’t already know about?”
“Ummm…things that don’t concern you?”
“Doesn’t concern me? Thomas, we’re best friends! We tell each other things! We even wrote a pact!”
“I understand! Just give me a moment!”
“Thomas, if you don’t open this damn door this instant, I’ll…!”
“Leave you be for right now!” Future Percy cried, interrupting the present Percy.
“Okay, thank you Percy!” Thomas called, and went back to work.
Percy was confused. “Who said that?” As he said it, he was suddenly teleported elsewhere.
Eventually, Future Percy got back with Toby, Lady, and Ghost Train, who were busy keeping Present Percy held down.
“Toby! Lady! What’s the meaning of this?! Why are you holding me captive?!” Present Percy demanded.
Should we tell him? Ghost Train asked.
“Why not, we got this far.” Future Percy replied. “Okay, Percy, do you realize why you’re here?”
“I don’t know! All I want is to go to my berth and rest!” Present Percy groaned.
“Well, we’ll tell you.” Future Percy began. “We had just stopped you from entering the shed where Thomas was conducting a secret project. When you ran out of patience, you charged the shed, and knocked the Christmas tree into the fireplace, and caught the shed on fire.”
“I did all that?!” Present Percy cried. “Wait a second, why do you look like and sound like me?”
“I’m you from the future!”
“Well that explains everything!”
“Anyway, we think that the project Thomas was conducting was he and his crew were wrapping presents.” Future Percy continued. “And when we ran into the shed and caused all of that stuff, we inadvertently destroyed the presents as well as the shed.”
“And you felt guilty, and decided to go back in time to that point and prevented all of that from happening?” Present Percy guessed.
“Exactly.” Future Percy agreed.
“Well, I hope you feel proud of yourself.”
“You just created a time paradox just by talking to me!” Present Percy cried.
The future engines stared. “Oh, cr-…” Future Percy cursed, before time instantly fell apart.
Well, I can’t just end this story on a sour note can I? Like all time/space stories, there are often many ways to end it. This was probably the worst case scenario, so why not go for the best case scenario.
Thomas had been using any time he had in getting the Christmas presents wrapped. He had just finished having his fireman wrap Percy’s presents, when the engine in particular stopped outside the shed.
“Hello? Thomas? I’d like to come into my berth now to get some rest!” Percy called from outside.
“Just a minute, Percy! I’ve got a couple things to put away before I head back out!” Thomas called back.
“Things? What do you have in there that I don’t already know about?”
“Ummm…things that don’t concern you?”
“Doesn’t concern me? Thomas, we’re best friends! We tell each other things! We even wrote a pact!”
“I understand! Just give me a moment!”
“Thomas, if you don’t open this damn door this instant, I’ll break it down!”
Just then the group appeared right behind Percy, just as he began reversing.
Future Ghost Train charged at Present Percy and blindsided the green tank engine, knocking him off of the rails.
“What’s going on out there?” Thomas called.
“Oh, uh, nothing Thomas! Just decided to go rest in the goods shed!” Future Percy answered.
“Fine! You alright? Sounded like something crashed!”
“Oh, it was an oil drum. Yeah! An oil drum, it uh…fell off of one of the platforms in the stonecutting shed!” Future Percy explained.
“Okay! Rest easy! Tomorrow’s a busy day!” Thomas said, and went back to his work.
Feeling assured that Thomas wasn’t listening, Future Percy raced up to his unconscious past self. He gazed down at is in worry. “Ghost Train! Did you have to knock me out?!”
You said to stop him, and I reacted as such. Said Ghost Train.
“Well now we have to put him in the goods shed, and fix him as well!” Future Percy griped.
“I can repair him, but we need to lift him back on the rails.” Lady suggested.
“Thankfully, we have a crane stationed here just for that emergency.” Future Percy puffed.
The crane lifted Present Percy back onto the rails, and Toby shunted him into the goods shed. Lady did a quick repair job, and soon, Present Percy looked like he just came out of the Works. He was still unconscious, so it helped tremendously.
The four engines watched Present Percy sat silently inside the shed. “Now what?” Toby asked.
“Well, if the laws of time work out just right, a new timeline is currently being created, and we therefore…” Lady broke off abruptly.
“…We cease to exist from this timeline.” Lady choked.
The engines sat in silence. This revelation was perhaps the hardest they could ever go through, and it weighed over the group like an axe.
Just then, Thomas puffed quietly out of the shed, thinking he shouldn’t disturb Present Percy. As he did so, he noticed the others sitting outside the goods shed, and the unconscious Present Percy. What on Earth?
He chuffed over to them. “Um, Lady? Toby? Ghost Train? What are you doing…?” He paused when he saw the two Percy’s. One conscious, the other unconscious. “What the devil?! Why are there two Percy’s?!”
“Thomas we can explain!” Future Percy said, trying to calm the blue tank engines nerves.
Thomas stared. “Ghost Train, you seriously called yourself Smitty Werbenjagermanjenson?”
You try coming up with a name on the spot!
“Even so, you all traveled back in time to save my project from bursting into flame?” Thomas asked, amazed.
“Yes, Thomas.” Lady said.
“We kind of guessed after a while that your project was our Christmas presents.” Toby puffed.
Thomas chuckled. “I guess I really need to keep my future projects more secret from now on, do I?”
“Yeah. You are terrible at keeping secrets.” Percy giggled.
The five engines laughed and chuckled for a few more minutes, then went silent. They stayed this way for a little while longer.
“So, this new timeline that has been written will overwrite your existence?” Thomas asked sadly.
“I suppose it will.” Lady puffed. “In about, two minutes, we will approach the moment in time where we traveled back, and the new timeline will overwrite the old one, destroying the four of us in the process.”
Thomas looked at his buffers. “I guess this is goodbye then.”
“Not necessarily.” Lady pointed out. “You still have the Percy, Toby, Lady, and Ghost Train of the new timeline, and they still have their memories of the past, just not the ones from after the fire.”
And since you have been informed of the fire, and of our existence, so you will remember us, and hopefully, this Percy doesn’t remember being bashed and knocked out. Ghost Train added.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Thomas puffed. “Even so, it was nice seeing you all again.”
“Nice seeing you too, old friend.” Percy replied, a tear falling down his cheek. Just then, Toby began glowing, followed by Ghost Train, Lady, and Percy, and one by one, disappeared.
“Goodbye everyone.” Thomas quavered, as Percy disappeared. He sat and wept, and wept hard. He just saw some of his best friends (and Ghost Train) vanish into nothingness because of the laws of time and space, so obviously, he had every right to cry.
Fortunately, this was the perfect time for Present Percy to wake up. The first thing he woke up to was his best friend crying in front of him. “Oh god, I haven’t been injured by you again, have I?”
Thomas suddenly opened his eyes to see Percy in front of him. He then remembered that this was the Percy of his time, not from the future. He quickly tried to regain composure. “Oh uh, no. I didn’t hurt you.”
“Then why do I feel like I just went through several rounds with Diesel 10?” Percy asked, wincing from his recently healed bumps and scratches.
“Believe me Perc,” Thomas said, lying just a little, “I couldn’t tell you if I knew.”
Percy realized his best friend wasn’t in the mood, so he decided to drop the subject. “Anyways, did you finish that ‘project’ you tried locking me out of?”
“Oh, yes. It’s all finished, so you can return to the shed if you want.”
“Thanks buddy.” Percy said relieved, and chuffed out of the goods shed.
Thomas waited, then looked back at where the others had been standing. “Don’t worry guys, though it may not look like it, I’ll always remember you.” With that, he puffed away to find Annie and Clarabel.
Well that's Part 2 for you all! Hopefully, Part 3 will be a little more light-hearted than this one. Here's to that!
The rest of the day went on as usual, but Thomas was still thinking about what had happened. His driver and fireman were worried about him, and every time they asked what the matter was, and Thomas would always deny there being anything wrong.
When they reached Dryaw, Mr. Davies had had enough. He told Frank to uncouple Thomas from the train, and they took him to a lonely siding. They had just enough time to see what was wrong with their engine.
“Okay Thomas. All afternoon, you have been absolutely silent, and haven’t told us what the deal was.” He looked at his watch. “We’ve got five minutes, so start talking.”
Thomas sighed. “You remember that loud sound outside the shed when Percy had come by?”
“Yes.” The two men replied. “Percy claimed it was just a couple of oil drums falling down.”
“Well, that was actually a future Ghost Train knocking Percy off the rails, and the Percy who said that, was a future Percy!”
For the next couple of minutes, Thomas explained everything that had happened earlier that day, and told them all what was supposed to happen as well, from the fire in the shed, to Percy, Toby, Lady, and Ghost Train going back in time to prevent it from happening, and their unfortunate demise as their timeline was completely overwritten by the new one.
The two crewmen stared at their engine. They knew that Thomas was a cheeky little tank engine, and would often spin tales to his advantage, but the look on Thomas’ face showed he was actually being serious.
“So, after they had gone, everything that we know now was different from what we were supposed to go through?”
“Yep, all of the presents, the tree, and the fireplace, and the shed, was destroyed all by a mistake Percy made.” Thomas finished. “But we shouldn’t blame him for it, I should have told him more about the project, and hopefully he would have understood.” After he had finished, Thomas felt a little relief having finally told someone about it.
Mr. Davies looked at his watch again. “Blimey! We’ve got less than a minute before we have to head back out! Come on Frank, we have to get Thomas back to the train!” So he and the fireman climbed back into Thomas, and puffed away back to Annie and Clarabel, who badgered Thomas to no end about where he went and why he left them for ages. Thomas ignored this, and after the fireman coupled Thomas back to the train, and scrambled back into his cab, Thomas set off to make up for lost time.
It was evening when Thomas returned to Ffarquhar. There were a couple of engines left in the Yard, them being Percy and Toby. Oh boy, this will be painful. He thought to himself, as he took the coaches to the carriage shed.
Percy was talking quietly to Toby. “So you weren’t here when I was knocked out?”
“Sorry, Percy. I was at Anopha Quarry at the time you say you were knocked out.” Toby replied. “You also say that when you woke up, Thomas was crying?”
“Yeah.” Percy confirmed. “At first I thought Thomas knocked me out again, but he said he wasn’t the one who did it!”
“Strange.” Toby whispered. “Oh, look. There he is. Should we ask him?”
“Probably shouldn’t. He probably went through a lot when I was out.” Percy said, worried.
Thomas, on the other hand, heard everything. Contrary to popular belief, Thomas actually has good hearing, it was just more selective. Now you know the reason why he couldn’t hear the other engines and humans in Seasons 8-16 when he raced of to do his Three-Strikes routine.
Anyways, Thomas puffed over to his friends. “Hey guys, do you know where I can find some trucks that are empty and relatively clean?”
“You’re in luck, there are some in the goods shed.” Toby reported. “Ashima brought them down when she made a stop by the Washdown. James was ecstatic when he found Ashima was having the workmen wash the trucks in his spot!”
“Ha! Only James could have a fit about the Washdown!” Thomas laughed. “Thanks Toby! I’m going to need them for the…thing I’m using them for.”
“That strange project you keep locking us out of the shed for?” Percy asked.
“That’s the one!” Thomas said. He paused. “The project is in the shed.”
“Oh. Right.” Percy realized. ”Come on Toby.” The two engines chuffed away, only to the front of the yard, and stayed to watch Thomas pack up the presents.
Thomas didn’t know this, so he got the trucks, and shunted them into the shed. “Okay, Driver, Fireman, let’s start loading!” The two men got underway in loading the trucks. Only when some workmen came along, after being bribed to not tell a soul as to what they were doing, helped to speed up the loading. Finally, all of the presents were loaded. Just then, the Ffarquhar Church Choir arrived. “Okay, Annie and Clarabel, we have some important passengers to take to Tidmouth.”
“We know Thomas!” Annie exclaimed.
“We went through this a thousand times!” Clarabel added.
Toby and Percy were surprised. “The coaches know about his project?” Toby said, amazed.
“Let’s just hope that the Fat Controller can keep the others waiting.” Thomas puffed worriedly. “He’s been badgering me about how long it was going to take to get the presents wrapped and the choir to practice.”
“Even the Fat Controller knows?” Percy whispered.
“Apparently.” Toby whispered back. “And it looks like the project is something for the Christmas Party!”
“Should we help him?” Percy asked.
“Of course! But we have to wait and see if he needs it.” Toby said.
Meanwhile, Thomas quickly shunted Annie and Clarabel to the station platform. While the Church Choir was climbing aboard, Thomas began moving the trucks of presents to the rear of the train. When both trains were coupled together, Thomas shunted over to the front of the train, and backed down carefully.
The Guard blew the whistle, and jumped into the break van at the rear of the train.
“That’s our que to get out of here!” Percy whispered.
“Let’s go!” Toby urged, and the two engines raced out of the Yard, and Thomas followed a minute after.
Now, because Thomas was pulling rather fragile items in the trucks, he had to go carefully, which gave Percy and Toby a bit of an advantage. They had managed to get to Knapford Junction, just as Thomas reached Dryaw.
“Okay, now we wait.” Toby puffed, catching his breath.
“He should be at Dryaw.” Percy pointed out.
The Stationmaster, who was about to head home to his family, noticed the two engines. “Hey, should you two be at Tidmouth for the Christmas Party?”
“Well yeah, but we’re worried about Thomas.” Percy explained. “He hadn’t arrived yet, so we came to check on him.”
The Stationmaster looked at the two engines, and shook his head. “If he hasn’t come by, that means that he is either at Tidmouth, or still at Ffarquhar.”
“Well, we will still wait for him.” Percy insisted.
“Suit yourself.” Said the Stationmaster, and prepared to lock the door. Then, a call came through the phone in his office. He went back inside and answered it.
He came back out looking worried. “You two chose the perfect time to stay here. Thomas has broken down at Dryaw. He needs help.”
“Come on!” Percy shouted, and raced down the line to Dryaw, with Toby following close behind.
Thomas sighed heavily. There he was, one of his pistons popped, and steam enveloping his smokebox.
Mr. Davies was, understandably, cross. “Great! Just great! This is all we need now! Dammit Thomas, if you hadn’t insisted on getting the others gifts, and getting the Fat Controller in on it, we could be having a good time at Tidmouth, and prevent ourselves getting caught in that stupid timeline crap!”
“Davies, don’t blame the poor engine, it wasn’t his fault his piston popped.” Frank said, trying to calm the steamed driver.
“Frank, I swear to God, if you try to calm ME down, then we are going to have problems in the next couple of seconds.”
“I’ll show you!”
“Will you two stop it?!” Thomas cried. “Honestly! It is Christmas Eve! It is supposed to be a time of giving and sharing goodwill to all walks of life! And you two resort to a shouting match because of me?! I am so disappointed in the both of you!”
“Now you listen here Thomas…” Mr. Davies said
“No Driver, you listen! I’ve been through the wringer this entire year, from being forced to do garbage duty, falling out of the sky into a goods shed, nearly colliding into a station on a near-suicidal run back home, and was this close to getting blown out of existence three times in one night!” Thomas ranted. “Tonight, I want to have one good thing, and damn it all, I will get this train to Tidmouth, on one piston if I have to!”
There was absolute silence after this. Mr. Davies and Frank stood gob smacked in front of Thomas, not sure of how to comprehend what he had said. It was at that moment Thomas just broke down, tears streaming out of him.
Just then, Percy and Toby rushed in, nearly crashing into each other. Percy looked at his friend. “Thomas, this is the second time today that I caught you crying. What is going on with you?”
Thomas stopped for a moment. “There’s nothing going on with me, except for the popped piston.” “Thomas, you and I have been friends for decades, and by now, I should know everything that goes on in that smokebox of yours, so please, for the love of Gawdry, tell me what is wrong?!”
Thomas, for a while, said nothing. Then, he sighed, and told Percy and Toby everything that had happened, or what was supposed to happen.
When he had finished, Thomas went silent. Percy stared at his friend. Toby was amazed. “Wow, Thomas. All of that actually happened?” Toby asked.
“Well it did happen, but in another time.” Thomas corrected.
“Even so, I can’t believe that actually happened.”
“So it was Ghost Train that knocked me out!” Percy cried. “When I get my buffers on him, I’ll…!”
“Percy, just, stop. Not tonight.” Thomas growled. “Just help me get this train to Tidmouth! Everyone is waiting!”
“Oh! Right! Let’s get moving!” Percy exclaimed, shifting attitude. He quickly coupled up to the front of Thomas, while Toby coupled up in the rear. Together, the two engines shifted Thomas up the line.
Meanwhile, at Tidmouth, the Fat Controller watched from the station platform, looking out into the distance to catch a glimpse of the little blue engine. Edward kept watch with him.
“Sir, it’s been a half hour, and Thomas is still nowhere to be seen.” Edward said. “We must go back inside.
The Fat Controller sighed. “Edward, if you knew what Thomas was bringing, then you’d stay out too.”
“Thankfully sir, I don’t have to know what he is bringing for it to be important sir, but unlike us, sir, you don’t have a firebox to keep you warm. You could catch a cold, or worse.”
Hearing this, the Fat Controller took one last look out into the dark, and turned to head back in. Suddenly, he heard a faint noise. He turned back, and thought he could make out a shape Edward saw this too, and whistled loudly, drawing the attention of some of the other engines. Lady, Ashima, Jinty, Pug, and James puffed out from the warm station canopy, and came outside.
“What’s that?” Ashima asked.
Pug took a good long look. “That, is Percy dragging Thomas.”
“Percy?! I thought he was here?” The Fat Controller asked, amazed.
“It also looks like Toby’s pushing from behind.” Pug reported. He’s got very good eyesight, but it’s selective, like Thomas’ hearing. Now you know.
“Toby’s there too?” The Fat Controller was surprised.
A few minutes later, a very tired Percy and Toby puffed in with Thomas, Annie, Clarabel, the Ffarquhar Church Choir, and the presents, and slowed to a stop in Tidmouth Station.
The Fat Controller ran up to Thomas. “Where have you been? The party started over an hour ago! What happened?” Thomas explained about his piston. The Fat Controller sighed with relief. “At least Percy and Toby got you here just in time.”
“Yeah, I know.” Thomas agreed, but seemed distant when he said it. The Fat Controller went to greet the Choir, and to check on the presents. Percy decided to shunt Thomas further into the Station to meet the other engines. It was the least he could do for his friend. The other engines greeted Thomas warmly, and they all had a grand old time talking into the night.
Soon it was time for the children at the party to head home to go to bed. Which meant it was also time for the engines to have their own party as well in the roundhouse. What happened at this party was probably more fun that the one at the station, because here, there wasn’t any children to set an example in front of.
Everyone was having a grand old time, and somehow, there was a stand of mistletoe hanging in front of one of the entrances to the shed. Thomas found it amusing, but then he found himself shunted underneath it by Percy as a joke. What made it even more amusing was the first engine to greet him under it, was Rosie.
One awkward exchange later, and Emily came under it. The process followed with Lady, and Ashima. Eventually, Thomas called Percy to come get him, because the next couple of engines were Kim, Nicole, Molly, and Mavis. Percy, meanwhile had Thomas’ driver film the entire thing. “This is definitely being posted to YouTube by tomorrow.” Mr. Davies chuckled.
After several minutes of Percy apologizing and convincing Thomas it was supposed to be a joke, Thomas was shunted to a good section of the roundhouse next to Percy and Toby, to listen to Edward tell the Nativity tale. Why not Skarloey or Duke? They were having their Christmas Party at Crovan’s Gate, for there simply wouldn’t have been room in the roundhouse, despite what you may believe.
Any who, as Edward told the tale, Thomas sighed with content, for his part in tonight’s festivities was about to commence.
“And that, everyone, is the Greatest Story Ever Told.” Edward concluded. Every engine in the roundhouse blew their whistles and blasted their horns. Ghost Train and Lady even joined in.
“Well done Edward!”
“Best story this year!”
“All right everyone, it’s getting a little late, so we should all be getting to bed.” Thomas said. Edward and several others agreed.
“Aww. But it’s not midnight yet!” Kim groaned.
“Close enough.” Nicole told her sister, gesturing towards the clock on the shed wall which read 11:20.
“Besides,” Thomas smirked, “We might be visited by Santa or someone tonight.”
This made the younger engines (Percy is included here) quieter. “Now, best get some sleep, tomorrow is Christmas, so we have to be asleep right about…” Thomas winked to Lady, who casually magicked some sleeping dust over the gathered engines, “…now.” The dust settled, and every engine was asleep, bar Thomas, Lady, Ghost Train, and Percy and Toby. Oh, great. Thomas groaned. He should have realized that Ghost Train wouldn’t have been affected, and Percy and Toby were next to him.
“What in Gawdry’s name happened to the other engines?” Toby asked.
“Not now, Toby. We have to get the presents under the tree.” Thomas ordered.
So the workmen began putting the presents Thomas had brought under the Christmas tree. When everything had been set down, the workmen left. Percy and Toby went to sleep minutes before midnight (thanks in part to Lady and Ghost Train). When the last workman closed the shed door, Thomas, Lady, and Ghost Train went to sleep.
Unbeknownst to them, a sudden thump came from the fireplace…
Thomas opened his eyes wearily to see Percy staring directly at him. “You’re lucky I don’t have hands.” Thomas groaned.
“Yes yes, I know, but look!” Percy pointed to the tree, where there were double the presents underneath it!
Thomas was amazed. “How…?”
“I don’t know, but something tells me that a certain someone came by after we went to sleep.” Percy said mysteriously. Thomas was inclined to agree.
“Anyway, Percy, would you mind shunting me nearer to the tree?” Thomas asked.
“Sure thing Thomas, as long as I get my present first.” Percy said.
“Alright, Percy.” Thomas joked.
Percy shunted Thomas next to the tree, and he received his present first. His driver helped to open it. What he saw filled him with glee. “An iPad?! Thanks Tho…Santa!”
“Now you can watch those movies, without having to bug your driver!” James exclaimed.
“Should we see the other one?” Thomas said, this one was actually from Santa, which confused Thomas greatly. “There it is Mr. Davies.”
Davies gave the present to Percy’s driver, who opened it to reveal…
“Another iPad?” Percy said confused.
The driver checked the other side of the tablet. “It says, “Percy, you’ve been a good tank engine, now I can imagine someone got you an iPad, so, you can give it to a friend, or a person who needs it. Continue being a good engine.” Warm Regards, Santa Claus.”
The assembled engines sat in silence at the message. Percy thought for a moment. “You know guys, I can only have one iPad, but I believe that this one should belong to Thomas, for he really deserves more than what we can ever receive from him. He’s the one who spent all of his free time with his crew to make these presents, so obviously, he should receive something in return as well.”
The other engines agreed. Each present they received was nearly identical to the one Thomas and his crew had given, so they gave the one they received from Santa to Thomas, who had Mr. Davies secretly put it in some trucks so they could be taken to the orphanage, or the Works, because apparently, some of the items were more for locomotive use. For instance, James got several cans of red paint, twice, so Thomas elected to take those to the Works.
Anyways, when everyone received their presents, Thomas noticed that there was one more present under the tree, addressed to him! Mr. Davies opened it for him, and gasped. He showed it to Thomas, and it was a letter, from Percy!
At the moment, I am currently phasing out of existence, so I probably don’t have much time to tell you this, but I’m making this up as I go.
You are a true friend, and no matter what we go through, be it racing from ghosts, to pranking the Fat Controller, and to surviving death, that fact can never be rendered false.
All I can say is, I lived as good a life as my past self did. You, on the other hand, need to live your life to the fullest, so, go on, laugh in the face of danger and run headlong into it. In doing so, be happy and excited, and above all, be yourself while doing so.
Continue to be a Really Useful Engine for me, will ya?
Your Best Friend,
Thomas stared at the letter for a little while longer. He noticed that the packaging was the same as Santa’s packaging. He smiled to himself, and had his driver put it in his pocket for safekeeping.
Percy puffed up to him. “Come on Thomas! Everyone’s having a go at the locomotive accessible remote-control airplane that Henry got! Want to join in?”
Thomas thought for a moment, then smiled broadly. “Sure, why not?”
For the rest of that day, the engines played with their new stuff, and in all amount of time, they grew closer together as a family, and yes, even the Diesels got in on the comradery as well. It was truly, a Merry Christmas indeed.
Well guys, thus concludes my belated Christmas special. I really hope you guys enjoyed it, and hope you continue reading the stories I put out.
Thanks for sticking with me this year! -ThomasandMatt
Sorry that it has taken me this long to get a new story out, for the fact that I've had prior commitments that had to be dealt with first, so as to make up for it, here's a new story!
A VR Incident
Late one afternoon, Gordon was pulling the Express back from Barrow-in-Furness. He had to make a stop at Wellsworth because of an obstruction on the line ahead. He pouted for a good while, then turned his attention to the station platform. He saw the Stationmaster pacing the platform, two porters hauling luggage around, and every other normal thing that happened on a railway station.
Then he noticed a couple of teenagers walking around with strange little goggles on their heads, but instead of glasses on the other end, there was nothing except a black wall on them. “Driver, what are those things on their heads?” Gordon asked.
The Driver looked at what Gordon was talking about. “Oh! Those are VR Headsets.”
“VR? What is that? Victorian Railways?”
The Driver laughed. “No you silly engine! Virtual-Reality! It’s a way to play games without having too many components, and the only things you need is a headset, your phone, and your imagination!”
Gordon grunted. “Technology these days! It’s all too complicated!”
“Remember Gordon, you were once complicated technology back in the day!” The Driver said cheekily.
“Hmmm…I suppose you have a point.” Gordon conceded, as the signal changed to green.
When Gordon returned to the shed, he was about to drop the subject of the VR headsets, and to see what the other’s opinions on it were, but it seemed that it had already become the talk of the shed.
“So as I stopped to pick up some passengers at Crosby, I saw a pair of teenagers staring into a couple of white-and-black blocks covering their eyes! I thought at first they were blind!” Henry exclaimed.
“Same thing happened with me at Crovan’s Gate!” Nicole added. “I was dropping supplies off at the Steamworks, and a workman was showing one of those things of to his friends.”
“What are they exactly?” James asked.
“They're called VR, Virtual-Reality, headsets.” Gordon explained. He also told them what they were used for. The engines were amazed.
“Sounds kind of dangerous, don’t you think?” Kim noted. “You know, wearing those things on a railway platform?”
“I do believe that those teenagers probably had an adult or someone to watch them while they had the headsets on.” Gordon reassured. “Trust me when I say this, we most likely have nothing to worry about.”
Gordon really wished he could eat his words, because a few days later, one of his trains was delayed because someone who was wearing a VR headset was blocking the way into one of the coaches. He was a good two minutes late leaving Tidmouth because of the commotion, and had to make up for lost time.
Several other incidents occurred all along the line as well. Edward had to ask a couple of teenagers how they got in his shed. Kim was forced to take a couple of men home after they had accidentally got on her goods train. James got the shorter end of the stick of incidents a day after.
James was taking a stopping passenger along the line, when he stopped at Knapford. As passengers were disembarking, one of them had his VR headset on, playing a rather intense game of Anshar Wars 2, and wasn’t paying close attention to what he was doing. For one minute, he was on the station platform, the next minute, he was lying on the rails right in front of James.
It was lucky James was paying attention to the other passengers at the time (hey, if they didn’t want to admire his brightly polished brash, their loss). The passenger took the headset off, and came face to face with the red engine. James made is point very clear with the man. “If you think you have all the time to play with that thing on your face, then you clearly have time to watch where you’re going!”
The passenger apologized, and climbed back onto the platform, and got back on the train, with no further incident.
Later that day, the Fat Controller stopped by the shed that night to speak to James.
“So James, I heard about your incident at Knapford today.”
James stiffened. “Oh, really sir?”
“Yes,” the Fat Controller continued, “and I must say, you did really well in reprimanding him, but you really must leave it to either the Stationmaster, or me when these things happen in the near future, capisce?”
“Yes sir, I understand sir.” James said.
“You’re not in trouble, James, but you really need to leave it to those who are in charge for a reason.” When he finished, he left to go to his office to file paperwork.
James waited until he had climbed into his car and drove away. “Well, I feel sort of content about fixing that situation.”
“Sort of, is the word.” Kim groaned.
For the next week or two, whenever the engines passed by the stations, none of them saw a VR headset on either of the passengers, and it remained that way for a couple more days. James’ contentment was now turned to worry, for he felt like a part of the problem instead of the other way around.
It became apparent one day, when James was pulling a goods train and had to stop at Wellsworth to pick up and set down trucks.
As he shunted a section of his train into the siding, several teenagers on the platform began to yell at him.
“You scarlet deceiver!” One shouted, borrowing an insult from a book he read once.
“You took our VR rights!” Another yelled.
VR rights? How do those even exist? James thought to himself.
“You need to apologize!” They continued.
“I have no need to apologize!” James exclaimed. “It’s not my fault that one person fell off the platform with his headset on! He should have been watching where he was going, and not playing a stupid game on a small and equally stupid device.”
The teenagers were outraged at his words. “We will have our rights to use VR headsets on the railway stations!” They cried, and left.
James was speechless. Oh dear, what have I done?
“Are you alright James?” Henry asked. “You look unusually pale tonight.”
James had returned to Tidmouth late that night after having to double-head a goods train with Nicole, partially because the trucks had important goods for the town, and the Fat Controller wanted him and Nicole to take the train so there would be less of an incident.
“Sorry Henry. I’m not in a great state tonight.” James answered, and tried to go to sleep.
James groaned. “Please Henry, I don’t have the time tonight to listen to your silly questions.”
“I’m asking questions because I’m worried about you.” Henry stated.
“Ughhh, fine.” James groaned. “I’m worried because my actions that day ended the use of VR headsets on the station platforms. Several teenagers today yelled and leered at me at Wellsworth.”
“James, they’re teenagers, it’s not like they believe they have a right to wear those things on a railway platform.” Henry stated plainly.
“You know that, and I know that, but they seem to think they have a right to wear them!” James said crossly.
“I’m not surprised.” Henry said. “Teens want to be independent, and they believe they have rights to do anything they want.”
“But having a right to wear a VR? That’s not a right, that’s a privilege, merely a responsibility!” James added.
“That’s it! These teens are getting fussy over nothing! Don’t let them get you down because of a silly game playing device, James. You have better things to do than give them the time of day!”
“You know what Henry? I think that time on the Magic Railway did wonders to not only your boiler, it also fixed that big smokebox of yours!”
“Why thank you, James.” Henry said. “HEY!!!!”
The next day, James arrived at Wellsworth with a stopping passenger train. He looked around for those teenagers, and sure enough, they were on the platform, standing around. One of them reached into his pocket, and pulled out a VR headset and put it on.
“Hey! Jason! Put that back, before the Stationmaster comes around!” One of the teenagers shouted.
“So what? He’s in his office, right? No one will notice.” Jason said cockily.
But someone was watching. James wanted to tell the teen to put the headset back, but felt it necessary for one of the station staff to handle the situation instead of him.
Meanwhile, Gordon was coasting down the hill, pulling the Express.
“I am the fastest!” Gordon cried jubilantly.
“Don’t mean to rain on your parade, Gordon, but, you’re not the fastest anymore.” His fireman pointed out.
“Hush, Gordon needs this. He’s nearly a century old.” The driver ordered. After that, the fireman was silent for the rest of the way.
Back at Wellsworth, Jason was playing a game, and was being watched anxiously by his friends and James. Each time he got close to the edge of the platform, they winced in fear. James could already feel the rails rumbling, signaling the approach of another engine.
Jason had reached a point in the game where he had to jump forward to cross a small river. It was unfortunate that he was standing next to the edge of the platform. He approached the river, and jumped. He also jumped off of the platform and fell to the ground, on the Express Track, and yelled in pain. And just up ahead, Gordon had rounded the corner.
James knew he had to act fast. He whistled a warning to Gordon, but he was too far away to hear, but the signalman heard it, and when he saw the commotion and Gordon approaching, he quickly switched Gordon onto the other line.
“What the…!” Gordon cried as he raced past.
James sighed with relief. He glanced at Jason, who was wincing in pain. He cradled his shoulder, which meant he had hurt it in his fall.
Jason glanced at the red engine. “Y-you just saved my life!”
“Well, it was better to have saved you than let Gordon run you over.” James said.
“I guess you’re right.” Jason agreed sheepishly. “I suppose my actions today has made the ban on the VR headsets even stricter.”
“I suppose so.” James said. “Then again, you made a poor decision, and decided to go ahead with it, instead of thinking about the consequences.” He then added: “You actually remind me of someone who did the same thing.”
“Who?” Jason asked.
“You’re looking at him.” James continued. “I’ve made hundreds, no, thousands of bad decisions in my lifetime. Today, I made a great decision, to save your life.”
Jason and his friends listened to James, and were amazed.
“Now, when you are being taken to hospital, I assume that’s where you’re going to get that shoulder looked at, think about what I said, because this is one of the few times I’m going to be wise this month.” James ordered.
“Yes James.” Jason said. “I will.” As soon as he was helped back onto the platform, and to one of his friends’ car, he left to go to the hospital.
I'm just going to let that ending sink in just a little... Anyways, let's hope I can get another one out soon. Until then, see you all next time! -Matthew
Post by ThomasandMatt on Feb 13, 2017 13:28:55 GMT
Hello everyone, now a bit of warning, this may not be my best work, but it does introduce us to a new character, which is based off an actual engine of the same number. Hope you enjoy it!
Great Waterton Engines
As everyone knows, there are lots and lots of railway lines on the Island of Sodor. And these railway lines go to different places on the Island, in the form of Branchlines or individual railways that often terminate on the Main Line, which makes up what everyone knows as the North Western Railway.
Everyone knows of the famous Branchlines and railways, and the famous engines that run those lines. But then, there are other Branchlines that deviate from the Main Line. One of these Branchlines just so happens to run from Vicarstown to the once-lost town of Great Waterton.
A long time ago, as everyone has hopefully seen The Great Discovery, the town of Great Waterton was a busy and bustling hub for both human, and engine-kind. The Waterworks provided water for everyone to drink and make food, and to fill the engine’s water tanks.
But as all good things, the town fell on hard times. Places like Vicarstown, and eventually, Tidmouth, provided better housing and places for the engines to rest and work. So, Great Waterton fell into legend, and was soon forgotten…
…until a certain little yellow Scottish Narrow Gauge engine tried to trick a certain blue number one engine into going the wrong way, nearly falling into a chasm thanks to an overgrown and incredibly old bridge, and his accidentally stumbling upon it trying to find a way to the Wharf. Yes, we can all blame Duncan for The Great Discovery.
Anyways, one thing led to another, the Fat Controller bought a new engine, Ryan Stanley, Thomas got jealous, nearly destroyed everyone’s hard work, got sad, tried to make up for the accident with the tower, ended up going on a roller coaster mine ride, crashed into a flooded mineshaft, flew over a waterfall, defying the laws of physics, and ended up at the bottom of a hill. Oh, and Stanley came to his rescue, and in the process, blew a safety valve, and Thomas pushed his new friend back to Great Waterton. Then they finished restoring the town and everyone was friends again.
Now that I’ve bored you to tears reciting the plot of that special, now I can get to my story. After the events of The Great Discovery, the Fat Controller gave the Branchline to Stanley, and after a few months, bought Flora to help Stanley with passenger work.
One January day, Stanley was shunting trucks to get ready to take to Vicarstown, when the Fat Controller arrived on board Sidney.
“Here we are Sidney, you can let me off now.” The Fat Controller ordered.
“Okay sir, can I head off now, I’ve got to go…uhm…do a thing, I think?” Sidney asked, forgetting what they were there for.
“No Sidney, I need you here.” The Fat Controller reminded, already wondering why he hadn’t sold Sidney off yet. True Sidney did his job, after he had to remember what it was a few hundred times, causing confusion and delay.
Stanley noticed the Fat Controller on the platform, and puffed over. “Hello sir, what are you doing here?”
“Ah, Stanley, I have important news.” The Fat Controller replied.
“What is it?” The silver tank engine asked.
“I’ve noticed that goods work and passenger trains on this Branchline have increased, and you have been struggling to get them done.” The Fat Controller stated.
“Yes it has sir.” Stanley sighed. “Flora can barely get up the hill to go to Vicarstown, and the gradient is well over 1:50.”
“That is why I’m here to tell you, that I have borrowed an engine from the Other Railway, to help you out.”
“Thank you sir! Who is it?”
Stanley’s question was soon answered, when the engine arrived. It was a small diesel engine, but longer than Sidney. It was an old Diesel, a Class 20, with the number 20096, a far cry from the more modern diesels that ran on Sodor.
Stanley was surprised. “Hello, my name is Stanley.”
The Class 20 looked at Stanley, and said nothing.
“I shall leave you two to get acquainted.” The Fat Controller said. “Come along Sidney, I must get back to Tidmouth. Have to sort out the paperwork.”
“Alright sir.” Sidney replied. As the two left, Sidney could faintly be hard saying: “Where’s Tidmouth again?”
Stanley watched as Sidney rolled out of sight, then turned back to the Class 20. “Sorry about that, young Diesel has a bad memory.”
“I can see. Wonder why he hasn’t been sent away yet?” The Class 20 said.
“I don’t know why.” Stanley said, feeling astonished that the Diesel said something. “Anyways, what is your name?”
“I’ve no official name, just refer to me as 20096.” 20096 answered.
“That’s okay. We’ve had engines here who didn’t have names either.” Stanley replied.
“What were they called?” 20096 asked.
Stanley didn’t know what to say at first. He had also been captured by 98462 and 87546 before he was freed along with the other engines. “It’s…not really nice to talk about them, honestly.”
“Oh, okay then.” 20096 said, wondering what the sudden change in mood was all about.
“Let’s change the subject. Would you mind me asking why you’re working on the Other Railway?”
“Of course I don’t mind. Go on ahead.” 20096 gestured.
“Okay. I had heard that the Class 20’s were being withdrawn and scrapped.”
“And you’re wondering how I am still active?” 20096 interrupted.
“Yes, why?” Stanley asked.
20096 chuckled. “Funny you should ask, I had been bought by a man named Trevor Dean, and was preserved by him, until I was eventually sold on to the Harry Needle Railroad Company, and was deemed Mainline Operational. Since then, I have been able to work on the Main Line thanks to the company, but above all, I have to thank Trevor Dean for buying me and saving me from scrap.”
“Wow.” Stanley said, amazed.
Just then, Flora arrived, puffing exhaustedly into the station.
“Hello Flora. How was the run?” Stanly asked.
“Exhausting.” Flora answered. “Who’s the new guy?”
“This is 20096, ex-BR, and works for the Harry Needle Railroad Company.” Stanley puffed.
“Harry Needle? That’s a rather funny name.” Flora chuckled.
“I do find it rather funny as well, Flora.” 20096 agreed.
The three engines had a good laugh, and soon, it was time for the last goods train of the day.
Stanley finished shunting the trucks, and prepared to leave. He then thought of something. “20096? You want to come along and learn the line?” Stanley called.
“Sure. Why not, since I’ll be working here for the time being.” 20096 answered.
“Let’s go.” Stanley said, and once 20096 coupled up behind the silver engine, and they left for the next station, Vicarstown.
At Vicarstown, Isaiah and Caitlin were talking about the old days, when they pulled top-link expresses, when Stanley and 20096 arrived.
“Hello Stanley.” Caitlin called, then she eyed the 20. “Is that you, ’96?”
“Caitlin?” 20096 replied.
Stanley was surprised. “You two know each other?”
“Oh yes! Whenever I go on the Main Land with my excursion trains, I always pass through Barrow-in-Furness.” Caitlin explained. “When I have to stop to take on water, I get to see ’96 and several other HNRC engines in the Yards.”
“What engines work for the company?” Stanley asked. Isaiah was also curious.
20096 pondered. “If I think correctly, we’ve got 01/5’s, 08’s, two 11’s, 20’s, myself included, and a few 47’s. We had more than that, but they we’re either sold on to be preserved, to do other work, or…” He stopped, and looked down.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, 20096.” Isaiah puffed sympathetically.
“It’s alright, I’ve gotten used to it by now.” 20096 replied. “Anyways, Stanley, what’s our next job?”
“Hold on.” Stanley said, as he looked for the shunter on duty, which happened to be Paxton. “Hey! Paxton! Got another train for Great Waterton?”
Paxton thought for a moment. “I don’t believe so. I’ll ask the foreman.”
As Paxton went off in search of the foreman, Stanley remembered something. “Say 20096, how long were you staying for again?”
“2-3 months. Until the Fat Controller can find another engine to help run your line. I have to get back to the HNRC when my trial is over.” 20096 explained.
“Well, that should be plenty of time for you to get acquainted with the other engines on this railway.” Stanley puffed.
20096 felt happier about this. He couldn’t wait to meet the other Sodor engines.
Just then, Paxton returned. “The foreman says there’s no scheduled train back for Great Waterton until the morning, so you can head back now.”
“Thanks Paxton.” Stanley puffed. “C’mon 20096, let’s head back to Great Waterton.”
“Coming.” 20096 replied. “See you guys tomorrow!”
“See you tomorrow!” Caitlin and Isaiah called.
Weeks passed, and the cold January air transitioned into a mildly cold February air. Hey, it’s better than it suddenly turning into piping-hot July weather. One step at a time with weather now. That, and I may have slightly hijacked the weather machine and fixed it. But enough of that.
20096 had settled in quite nicely on the railway, and made good friends with everyone. Stanley even let him take the goods trains, while he helped Flora with the passengers, which made 20096 even happier.
What they didn’t realize, was that something was going to happen.
Late one night in the middle of February, the three engines were at the sheds near Great Waterton. They had a lot of fun talking about the day’s work. 20096 was about to tell another story about his old life, when the Fat Controller arrived.
“Evening sir.” Stanley greeted. “What brings you by?”
“Oh, nothing.” Said the Fat Controller.
Flora stared at the man in front of them. “What’s wrong sir? You look a little down.”
“Well, yes.” The Fat Controller then turned to 20096. “20096, I’ve been informed by your Controller, that you are needed back.”
20096 was confused. “And why is that bad?”
“Well…” The Fat Controller paused, trying to find the right words, “The thing of it is, he called me to tell you, that at the end of the week, you are going to be withdrawn.”
“Withdrawn?!” The three engines cried, 20096’s voice was loudest of all.
“Sir! You can’t be serious!” Flora exclaimed.
“I’m sorry, but he told me this morning.” The Fat Controller tried to explain.
“But, but, I’m Mainline-certified...” 20096 said sadly, realization dawning on him.
“Oh, ‘96, I’m so sorry.” Stanley puffed.
“However…” The Fat Controller said, surprising the assembled engines.
“What do you mean by however, sir?” Stanley asked, confused.
“When I spoke with him, he said that he didn’t want to withdraw a hard-working engine, but the company’s board demanded that he sell off a portion of the engines to cut the costs of running the trains. When he mentioned that, I had an idea.”
“What idea, sir?” 20096 asked, realizing what the Fat Controller was telling them.
“To give you the short version of the conversation, I asked if he would like to give you, 20096, a new home, here on the Island.” The Fat Controller concluded.
“What did he say?!” 20096 demanded, feeling that he knew where this was going.
“He said he was more than happy to sell you to me, at a fraction of the cost too. I decided to buy you for full price anyway.”
“So, what you’re saying is…” 20096 beamed.
“I’m saying just that.” The Fat Controller smiled.
There was no need to say anything. 20096 was now a part of the North Western Railway.
20096 now works harder than ever, to please the Fat Controller, who saved him from certain doom. Every now and then, he thinks of his old company, but regardless, he knows he truly belongs on the Railway now.
Eventually, having to refer to him as 20096 got old and annoying, and to an extent, he got tired of it too. So, to officially welcome him to Sodor, he was given a new name.
Everyone was gathered at Tidmouth to mark the occasion. The Fat Controller stood proudly next to 20096, where on his side, was a curtain covering the nameplate.
“And now, I present to you, our newest addition to the fleet…” He pulled the curtain away, revealing the name of the engine, “…Dean!”
20096 was surprised! “That’s my second owner’s last name!”
“I felt it a good idea to name you after the man who saved you the first time out.” The Fat Controller said kindly. “Welcome to Sodor, Dean.”
“Welcome to Sodor, Dean!” The assembled engines repeated.
Dean felt happier than he had ever been in his life, living here, among new friends.
Now with the cheesy ending out of the way, I've a bit of a question to ask of you all. With all of the new original characters, (Well, original in a sense), I wonder, which of them is your favorite out of the bunch? When you get the chance, please tell me which original character is your favorite of them all, and you can even have multiple favorites.
Ayy! Good job on this ThomasandMatt. I quite like 20096 in this, and the various conversations he's had with the other engines flow quite nicely honestly.
A weird criticism, but from a grammar perspective a lot of dialogue bits should have ended on a comma rather than a period. And (really odd thing for me to mention but it's been messing with me) when '96 says he's mainline certified, I felt for effect an ellipses would have worked better for the quote ender as a moment lapsing thought is what was implied there.
Thanks for the good words, PercyFan1998! I'll get that one bit fixed.
In all honesty, this one was kind of put on a proverbial back-burner, because I had little time to myself to write it, so obviously, it's not as fantastic as some of the others, but the good news is, it takes a bit of a look at some of the other lines.
But anyways, if you all remember that comment Percy made in Part 1 of the Christmas special, then you'll know that I'm working on a special story to post on the thread! I hope to get it completed by the end of the month, so be watching for any updates!
Here we are, brand new story! Hope you enjoy it. DISCLAIMER: I have nothing against the Big Boy, or any other American Engine mentioned in this story...
Henry's Strange Vacation
Or the reason why Henry was gone for two months
Either one works
Set between The Board Meeting and ThomasandMatt’s Stories of Sodor: Halloween Special Part 2
Henry was shunted into the Steamworks by Gordon. He was covered in fish and residue from the field he had crashed into. To say he was in a sorry state was putting it mildly. It had been stated that the cause of the crash was down to the rails being dew-covered, and one of the trucks’ brakes were faulty. The memory of the crash played continually in his mind. His jumping the curve, fish flying everywhere, trucks screaming in either glee-filled insanity or terror, and the yells of his crew and guard jumping away to avoid the crash. Henry shook the memory away, as he was lifted off of the well-wagon onto the rails.
“Oh my, Henry, you look absolutely awful!” Kevin cried.
“It’s nothing.” Henry sighed, as one of the fish fell from his bufferbeam onto the floor. “I’ve been through worse.
Gordon was worried for his friend. “Will he be repaired on time, Victor?”
Victor chuckled. “Don’t worry my friend! Henry will be fixed in no time. Right, Henry?”
“I hope so.” Henry puffed, trying to sound confident.
“In that case, I’ll leave you to it then.” Gordon said, and left.
As soon as Gordon left the transfer table, Henry was lifted up again. “We need to check your undercarriage, just to find any cracks or leaks, won’t take long.” Victor explained.
“Can you hurry it up a little? I’m feeling a draft in a place where I shouldn’t.” Henry demanded.
“In a minute, hurry-wheels!” Victor laughed.
Henry sighed, as the workmen began the task of repairing the Black 5.
“I am sorry, my Lady, but I seriously doubt this prophecy you speak of.”
“Please, Proteus, listen to me. This prophecy speaks about the engines on Sodor.”
“Sodor? Whatever do you mean?”
“Must I repeat the prophecy to you?”
“Ugh, fine. An engine of shimmering white, travels maniacally through the night. All the while, steam and diesel disappear without a trace, added by a fall from grace. The two engines of blue, malicious and cruel, shall thus be defeated by a noble few, and cast down into the sweltering pool.”
Proteus pondered Lady’s words. “If what you say rings true, then we must find these noble few.”
“You can speak normally now, we are no longer rhyming.” Lady interrupted.
“Even so, who are these engines who’ll save the Island?” Proteus asked.
“I believe one of them just so happens to have been admitted into the Steamworks at Crovan’s Gate.” Lady answered.
“Then we’d best get him here soon, to prep him for what’s to come.” Proteus said.
“We’d best do it under cover of darkness, so those who work there don’t spy us picking him up.” Lady advised.
“Good thinking.” Proteus congratulated.
With that, the two magical engines waited until midnight to collect their engine.
The workmen had gone home for the night, and Victor and Kevin were fast asleep in the sheds in front of the Steamworks.
Henry was inside, having been put back on the rails after his undercarriage was inspected. He still felt like he could prevented the accident, and not have to be brought in to be repaired.
Oh well, might as well go to sleep over it. He thought to himself, and shut his eyes, for a brief moment, as a bright flash of blue light appeared in front of him, and instantly, a portal materialized from this blue light. Henry was amazed! Fenders and Funnels! What in the name of Proteus’ Lamp is that?!
His questions remained unanswered as suddenly, he felt himself being pulled toward the portal. Should I start screaming now? He thought worriedly. At that moment, his buffers disappeared. Yep, time to start screaming. But when he opened that big mouth of his, his smokebox passed through the portal, and into a brightly lit workshop. Once his tender came through, the portal closed.
Henry gasped at his new surroundings. Everywhere, there were workers pounding away at machine parts. To him, these workers looked a little ghostly, as he could see right through them, yet, they were fully-clothed.
If this didn’t weird Henry out enough, he looked over at an engine being repaired, but he was a ghost as well!
“Okay, can someone please explain to me just what is going on here?!” Henry demanded.
Everyone in the workshop stopped to stare at the green engine before them. They stared at him, ostracizing him from the assembled.
“A living one!” One cried incredulously.
“What’s he doing here?” Another gasped.
“That color was sooooooo 1953.” A third said, disgusted.
Henry felt a little uncomfortable, not to mention offended. “I beg to differ! Green is very much in!”
“Yeah right! 1965 was the year of black! And it was so much better!” The metrosexual engine retorted. Hey, at least he isn’t James.
“What makes you think you're the expert at regional paintwork?” Henry asked.
“Never you mind! Why are you here?!”
“I don’t know! One minute I was at the Steamworks, the next, I arrived here!” Henry tried to explain. His level of confusion was bigger than Sidney’s when he muddled up work orders. Henry was close to panicking.
Suddenly, the room went deathly quiet, as the ghost engines snapped at attention. Henry was surprised. What possessed them to do that?
He found out, as two powerful figures puffed into the room. Henry gasped. “Who-who are you two?”
Lady was amused. “Please, do not be frightened of us. We only wish to-.”
“Um, Lady? He’s fainted.” Proteus puffed, looking at the poor engine, unconscious before them.
“Oh, that’s disappointing.” Lady mumbled.
“Are you sure he’s the first engine we should recruit?”
“He’ll do us good, I’m sure of it.”
The next morning…
Victor woke up, after enjoying a nice sleep. He puffed into the Steamworks, and was met with quite a shock.
Kevin was still sleeping when he heard the sound of a Cuban screaming horrid words in a foreign language.
“What is that?” Kevin asked, still half-asleep.
“KEVIN!!!!! Get your single-wheeled behind in here now!!” Victor demanded angrily.
“Coming boss.” Kevin whirred, as he rolled into the Steamworks. “What’s the pro-Um, boss, was there a green 5MT ‘Black 5’ that went by the name Henry in here last night?”
“Yes, Kevin.” Victor replied, his voice tingling with dread and venom.
“Should we tell the Fat Contro-?” Kevin asked, suddenly silenced by Victor’s harsh stare. “Never mind.”
“Kevin, if we tell the Fat Controller about Henry’s disappearance,” Victor puffed, “he’ll have us ground into scrap powder. When he comes by, we’ll tell him he was sent to the Works on the Mainland, where they maintain the steam engines that work there.”
“I guess that’ll work.” Kevin pondered, not wanting to be thrown halfway across the Steamworks. And no more was said after that.
The Magic Railway…
Henry woke up to see several things flying about around him, tools and parts. The former weren’t the things that threw him off, no, it was the golden flecks surrounding the parts and tools.
Lady was watching from the other side of the workshop, now empty, because she had it cleared out so she could have privacy with their “honored guest.” She looked a little worried.
One of the workers noticed Henry had woken up. “My Lady, he’s awakened.” He announced.
“Very good, Lincoln, may I have some privacy please?”
“Yes, my Lady.” Lincoln replied, and walked off. Henry watched him leave. Suddenly, Lincoln, who was once a human ghost, turned into a steam engine and chuffed away from the workshop!
Henry could hardly believe his eyes! “What on Sodor was that?!”
Lady was amused. “That, was Lincoln. He’s a special sort of ghost. He can turn into a human ghost, and return to his original engine ghost. It’s really useful in the workshop. That’s why he is the Chief Mechanical Engineer here.”
Henry was amazed. “You have workmen here?”
“To an extent. Lincoln is one of a few ghosts in this realm that can do what he did. Allows him to get into the hard-to-reach places in the other ghosts who come in for repairs.” Lady continued. “It’s how this place runs.”
“Speaking of which,” Henry interrupted, “Where and what is this place?”
Lady stared in mock-shock. “Have you never heard of the Magic Railway?”
Henry stood in silence. “Either I’ve received a concussion from my crash, or I just heard you say Magic Railway.”
“Lincoln told me you’d suffered no blows to your smokebox.” Lady remembered.
“Then I must be dreaming.” Henry hoped.
“You seem awake to me.” Lady joked.
“No-no-no-no, I must be asleep in the Steamworks, and am being repaired by Victor. I-I just need to pinch myself. Wait, can’t do that, I don’t have hands. I know! I’ll hit myself! No wait, still don’t have hands. GAAAAAGGHHHHH! I must have suffered a concussion!”
At that moment, Lady’s patience ran out. “Will you shut up?!?!?! You have not suffered a concussion! You are not asleep! Your realization that you have no hands is questionable at best! For the love of Gawdry, will you listen to me?!?!”
Henry went silent, as well as those outside the workshop, eavesdropping on her and Henry. They knew Lady was many things, but they never knew her temperament was short. This concerned Proteus.
“Y-yes, Lady.” Henry conceded.
After her outburst, she took several deep breaths, and calmed down. “Okay, I’m good. Now, do you know why you’re here?”
“No, I don’t know.” Henry admitted sadly.
“Trust me, it will all be making sense in the next few minutes.” Lady said assuring the big engine.
“I guess that’s okay.” Henry sighed.
“Good! Proteus! I know you’re out there! Get in here!” Lady called.
There was the sound of arguing, and exasperation that they’d been discovered. In no time, Proteus trundled in.
“Hello, my Lady. I see that our ‘guest’ has awakened from his slumber.” Proteus noted, ignoring the eye-roll from Lady.
“Yes, he has. Now, would you be so kind as to tell us your name?” Lady asked.
Henry was surprised. He thought that all-powerful engine gods would know the names of all of the engines they cared for. Oh well, might as well entertain them. They probably know my name anyway. “Well, my name is Henry.”
“And where do you come from?” Proteus asked.
“That’s quite a story, actually. You see, before I was rebuilt into this new shape, I was originally built as an amalgamation of two engine types.”
“What were they?” Lady asked, this time, she was curious. She’d heard about an engine who had a rebuild from Thomas.
“A Gresley A1 Pacific and a GNR Ivatt C1 Atlantic. This crazy combination made me often at times a poor steamer, and I suffered greatly. In the early 1920’s, I was bought by Sir Topham Hatt during a Locomotive crisis. I had a few mishaps, but my most famous one is my crash with the Flying Kipper in 1935. I was sent to Crewe, and was rebuilt into the engine you see before you.” Henry explained.
Proteus was shocked. “You were a failed design?”
“Yes, but now, I’m Really Useful. My design was based on plans stolen from Gresley, and ever since then, I’ve been having deal with that fact.”
Lady stood silently. “Well, you are here now, and for a special purpose.”
“We shall tell you everything.” Proteus added.
“Finally!” Henry cried.
For several days, Henry was in the workshop, repairs being completed by Lincoln and his fellow shape-shifters. During that time, Henry had become accustomed to being around ghosts, and was no longer screaming each time a ghost appeared out of nowhere at random. There were some ghosts who were starting to talk in a normal, easy tone with him, and were able to have civil conversations with Henry. Others, like the engine he’d argued with on his first day, who he later found out was named Cecil, were still wary of him.
When Henry was finally fixed, Lady had Lincoln become his driver for the time being, until the whole prophecy was fulfilled. This was a match made in heaven, as both Lincoln and Henry had become fast friends. They had the same interests, same color scheme (when Lincoln was in engine mode of course), and, they had the same opinion on modern railway practices (Lincoln had of course died/was scrapped in the late, late 1800s, so his version of modern railway practices was vastly different from Henry’s, but they still bonded over it.)
Lady was happy that Henry was happy, but still was worried that he wasn’t enough. She had hoped to recruit more engines, but was unfortunately stonewalled by the fact that the only engines she wanted most were on active duty, and didn’t go to the Steamworks or Dieselworks for repairs. She decided to make due with Henry for the moment, and wait until another of the engines was sent to the Works.
Meanwhile, Henry and Proteus were in a part of the Railway where he and Lady practiced their magic. “ I don’t mean to sound rude, Proteus, but, why are we here?” Henry asked.
“You are here to hone your brand new abilities.” Proteus said simply.
“Oh.” Henry puffed. “Wait. What?!”
“Oh, you didn’t know? When you were being repaired, some of the parts were coated in Gold Dust, which can change the physical structure of the part that has now been out on you.” Proteus explained. “For example, when Lincoln was scrapped, his parts were coated in Gold Dust, which gave him the ability to transform into a human so he can help repair the engines.”
“Yep, and I still enjoy it.” Lincoln added.
“Now in this case, your new abilities are still unknown to us, which is why we are here now, to find out just what you can do.” Proteus finished.
Henry was excited. “Now, how do I do this?”
“Well, for the first two weeks, Lady, Lincoln, and I will help you figure out what ability you are supposed to have, and how to master it. Then after, you try to master it on your own.”
“How long will this ‘after’ take?” Henry asked.
“It could take days for the simplest of abilities, but to become a true master of your ability, it takes months, years. How long did it take for you, Lincoln, to be able to shape-shift so easily?” Proteus asked.
“56 years.” Lincoln replied.
“You see? It takes a master years to continually practice until he is ready to face his or her trials.”
Henry paused. “Did you say, years?”
“I haven’t got years! I’m fully repaired, so I should be getting back to the North Western Railway! I’m needed there more than ever! We’re about to become embroiled in another locomotive crisis again! With me gone, Murdoch and Hiro will have to cover the heavy goods without me! Please, Proteus, I understand that I need to learn how to master whatever magical abilities I get, but my duties to the NWR come first.”
Proteus was silent. Oh Gawdry, I’ve really done it now. I’ve pissed off one of the most powerful engines in locomotive history. Henry thought.
“I admire your loyalty, dear Henry, but you do not understand the enormity of what I ask of you.” Proteus implored. “We have no idea what you can possibly do. I mean, the last one who left us without discovering his abilities was a young steam engine.”
“Who was he?”
“He had no known name to us at the time, but what we know of him now, is the scourge of the railway, the being who comes out once every Hallows Eve, an engine of shimmering white, who travels maniacally through the night.”
“That, was very specific.” Henry puffed, rattled.
“And on this Halloween night, he stirs, and prepares for the biggest attack in history. And it happens soon. Therefore,” Proteus paused, impressively, “you must stay to train yourself, master your ability, and by Gawdry himself, we are going to help you get that ability mastered, or my name isn’t Proteus!”
Just then, Lady arrived. She had heard everything. “Please Henry, we need you.”
Henry looked at the two engines, and his new shape-shifting friend. He took a deep, determined breath. “Let’s do it.” …
Several Weeks Later…
It was 4 days until Halloween night, and Henry had almost completely mastered his new abilities. It turned out, that he had gained a multitude of abilities; Intelligence, Speed, and Strength, all ramped up to a level higher than a Union Pacific Big Boy, and that was saying something.
Proteus had decided to test Henry’s abilities.
“Okay, Henry, I want you to pull this train of 100 container flats.”
“Seems easy enough.”
“With Virginian Railway EL-3A’s on top.”
Lady was studying the prophecy, when she heard a loud commotion outside her shed. What in the world? She thought.
Lady puffed out to see Proteus leading Henry along the rails, and it seemed to her that Henry was hauling well-wagons with large engines on them. She knew they were replicas, but that had to be hard for a Black 5 to pull.
“Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnd stop!” Proteus called. “Good job Henry, You managed to pull the flats for…” He paused, for a moment. “…30 minutes! That is very good work, Henry! How do you feel?”
At first, Henry couldn’t reply, for he was too exhausted to speak. A couple minutes later, he had caught his breath. “I…feel…like…I was…put through a…back-to-back Express Goods Service.” Henry panted, and collapsed where he stood. “Can I please have a tiny break?” He asked Proteus.
“Oh come now Henry! We have less than a week before Halloween Night approaches, and already you made excellent progress! We need to get you more prepared than ever!” Proteus urged.
Just then, Cecil came by. “Oh give it a rest, Proteus. He’s a worthless pile of junk on an old, rusted chassis! If he’s to be one of our savior’s, then the least you can do is send him back in disgrace!”
“You do realize I can hear you, right?” Henry puffed. “I just needed to get a little bit of energy back.”
“Oh yes, because you living engines need all the rest, while everyone here has been resting for decades!”
“Pipe down, Cecil.” Lincoln ordered. “Or you won’t get your weekly polish.”
This made Cecil cross. “You are all just wasting your valuable time on this pathetic lump of iron.” With that rather unnecessary insult, Cecil left.
Henry felt bad. “He’s right. You lot are wasting your time trying to train me. I should just go home.”
Proteus was shocked. “Henry! We’ve spent two months on you, just to see what you can and can’t do. And now, with just days until Halloween, you are going to give up?!”
Lincoln stepped down. “Proteus, yelling at him isn’t going to help matters. He’s been worked to the metaphorical bone, and having him pull these replicas doesn’t help either.” He paused. “What he needs, is a little break, time to get to know the others. It’ll be good for him.”
Proteus stared at Lincoln. “And what makes you so sure he needs this break?”
“I’m his driver, and his friend. I have gotten to know more about him than you, so I understand his limits. He needs a rest. Doctor’s orders.”
Proteus sighed. “Very well. I can’t argue with the CME that keeps everyone in good working order. Go have your break Henry, but tomorrow, we must get back to finishing your training.”
“Thank you.” Henry puffed.
Proteus chuffed off to his shed, leaving Henry and Lincoln alone.
“Sooooooo, what do you want to do?” Henry asked.
Lincoln thought for a moment. “We could go exploring. Been a while since I’ve left the Main Yard.”
“Sounds grand. Let’s do it!” Henry puffed. With that, engine and human/engine shape-shifter set off.
Lady had watched everything. I must make sure they don’t stumble upon anything that’s dangerous.
Cecil had also been watching from afar. He had the perfect plan. I’ll follow them, and destroy them!Cecil cackled to himself, and immediately cloaked his frames, making himself invisible. With a sadistic chuckle, he followed.
This does not bode well.
The Realm of the Ghost Train…
It’s nearly time 87546. 98462 growled with glee. Halloween is four days from now.
I know. 87546 puffed. Let’s hope that we can destroy Sodor, to finally get our revenge.
Did you remember to send that spy of ours, Cecil I think his name was, the message?
Yes, I gave him the message! 87546 snapped. He has to “take care” of Lady and Proteus, so that we can destroy the engines without interference.
Good, now, we just wait. Ghost Train is preparing the spell to whisk every engine away to here, which then, we can exact our revenge! 98462 cried, and began to howl and cackle maniacally.
Yep, definitely not good at all.
Henry and Lincoln were having a wonderful time, chuffing along the old and misty rails. They saw a multitude of strange, yet fascinating objects. They saw beautiful grottos with blooming flowers of unknown species, mountains that complimented the railway lines, and valleys that dug deep into the earth. Truly there were no other things that could challenge such beauty. Well, some places on Sodor can challenge that fact. Henry thought to himself.
Eventually, Lincoln realized the time. “Come along Henry, we have to go now.”
“Oh come on, Lincoln, we’ve been gone for an hour. We can afford a few more minutes’, right?” Henry begged.
Lincoln was hesitant, then subsided. “Very well, but not a minute more.”
The two puffed along, unaware that they were being followed.
Lady was following a little behind, just to make sure Henry and Lincoln didn’t hear her.
“Oh, those two really do worry me.” She puffed. “I hope they don’t go near that one place.”
“What place?” An oily voice rattled.
“Oh, that place where the ghost engines who grow too old or forgotten go to finally rest in peace, which we’ve dubbed the, rather unfortunate name, ‘Scrapyard.’” Lady answered, before realizing something. “Wait, who’s there?!”
But she never got the answer, as she was suddenly knocked back into a set of buffers, which was rather inconveniently ones that portals form out of. She fell through the portal, and disappeared.
Cecil laughed, and reappeared. “That’s one engine out of the way. Now to take care of the others.”
Henry and Lincoln had no idea of what happened, as they had come upon the “Scrapyard.”
“Woah…” Henry wheeshed, amazed. “I would have thought that after you’d died, that was it. You’d live on forever here.”
Lincoln was astonished. In the 120 years since he’d arrived on the Magic Railway, he’d thought he’d learned everything that Lady and Proteus taught him about their world. Guess there were some things he still did not know. “For once, Henry, I don’t know a thing about this. I’m as confused as you are.”
“Well then, let’s get un-confused!” Henry called.
“Okay, two things: 1. Un-confused isn’t a word, as far as I know. 2. We don’t have time! Proteus is waiting!” Lincoln pleaded.
“Oh, where’s your sense of adventure? We’ve got time! Let’s just have a quick look around, get a couple of snaps, and leave as if we’d never been there!”
Now, one would think that it was a very stupid idea to go into a scrapyard, especially if you’re an engine, but as this was undiscovered country to them, Henry thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a looksee. Lincoln was also kind of tempted as well. He wanted to learn more about this place, what it contained, and, if he could, find parts to fix the engines that he couldn’t create.
“Alright Henry, we can have a look, but at the first sign of trouble, we get out of here, okay?” Lincoln implored.
“Oh, alright! Geez, age really does come before adventure.”
“It’s age before beauty.”
With that, Henry and Lincoln puffed slowly into the “Scrapyard.”
A few minutes after, Cecil, cloaked, slunk in behind them.
Meanwhile, at a lonely pair of buffers…
Silence. Often one would say it’s golden. Serene even. But at this time, it is broken.
The sounds of a portal opening broke this serene, golden silence, and out of it, came a purple tank engine, gasping for breath.
“This had better be the right universe.” The engine puffed, and took in the familiar scenery, and sighed with relief. “Yep, definitely the right one. Now, what was I doing?”
She then looked across the way, and saw the “Scrapyard”, and the sight of smoke rising from in there. “Oh, that’s it.” She puffed, realizing why she was there in the first place, and raced off towards the direction of the smoke…
…which was just the smoke coming out of Henry’s funnel.
“For a scrapyard, it sure is peaceful.” Henry puffed.
Lincoln was inclined to agree. He’d already found many useful parts there, and picked a few up. “Yeah, now would be a good time to head back, don’t you think?”
“I guess, and, WOAH!!! Check it out!” Henry cried.
“Check what out?” Lincoln asked.
“It’s a whole line of engines here!”
Lincoln studied the line of engines. It stretched for miles, from the oldest Steam Engine, to the youngest Diesel. It was also a gold mine for parts. “Okay, Henry, this may sound crazy, but I’m going to pocket a few parts off of them. Won’t take too long.”
Henry was surprised. “But, wouldn’t that be desecrating our dead elders?”
“Hey, you guys in the living world take parts off of non-functioning steam and diesel engines. It won’t be like that at all.”
“But that’s because they’re DEAD! Passed on! No more! Ceased to be! Expired and gone to meet their maker! They’re stiff! Bereft of life! They are resting in peace! They’re pushing up the daisies! Their metabolic processes are history! They’re off the twig! They’ve kicked the bucket! They’ve shuffled off their mortal coils, run down the curtain and joined the frickin’ choir invisible! THEY ARE EX-ENGINES!!!!!!!”
Lincoln stared. “All the more reason that they won’t mind!”
Henry groaned a groan so deep, it could have cut a valley deeper than the Mariana Trench. “Just be careful. I have been forced to watch horror movies thanks to Neville! I know what happens when we take stuff from a graveyard. The dead come back to life and haunt you forever!”
“I’ve heard of those movies, they’re just fictional.”
“Oh, and like WE aren’t fictional?” Henry puffed.
One punch from the Narrator later, and Lincoln continued scavenging for parts, while Henry tenderly rolled his jaw. “Damn fourth-wall.” Henry groaned.
One more unnecessary word out of you, and it’ll be a kick in the tender!
Henry therefore decided to shut up.
Cecil had been watching. He had heard what Henry had said. Couldn’t hurt to try, right?
Cecil whispered a spell under his breath, and waited. Nothing happened. Well, that’s disappointing. He thought, annoyed. But as he puffed slowly forward, he heard a groan. What the…?!
Lady had just pulled up to the entrance, when she heard a rather loud, high-pitched, girlish scream.
“Either Henry or Lincoln were kicked in the tenders, or something strange is going on in there.” Then she heard two more screams, though not as high-pitched, or girlish, but still loud. “Latter option.” She puffed worriedly, and entered.
“This is all your fault, Lincoln!” Henry shouted.
“My fault?! You were the one who wanted to come in here!” Lincoln shouted back.
“You could have done a better job at convincing me not too!”
“My job?! It’s your damn conscience that’s supposed to help you make decisions! Clearly, it has taken an extended vacation!”
“Whose idea was it to desecrate our ancestor’s remains? Not mine, so whose conscience has taken an extended vacation?!”
“Why are you blaming me?! It’s still your fault!”
“Just shut up and drive me! We’ve got to get away from these dead-undead engines!”
“The proper term is ‘Zombie’, you big green goon!”
“You’re green too, soon on a technicality, you’re a big green goon!”
“You’re bigger than me!”
“You’re an incredible idiot!”
“You’re an incredible idiot!”
I’m an incredible idiot! Cecil growled. Why did I take this job and not think about the consequences?! He thought back to the day two months ago, when he was approached by two strange blue engines to spy on Lady and Proteus to gather information that could be useful to them. It was also the same day when Henry arrived. Happy coincidences just love to rear their ugly heads, don’t they?
When I see those engines again, I’m asking for a raise! He complained, and turned a corner, and ran into Henry and Lincoln.
“Cecil? What are you doing all the way out here?” Henry asked.
“Never you mind. We’ve got to get out of here!” Cecil cried hysterically.
“Calm down!” Lincoln shouted. “We know why we have to bug out. What I want to know is why these deader-than-dead engines suddenly came back to life?!”
“Um…well…” Cecil puffed shame-faced.
“You have a look on your face that indicates you know something about this…” Henry deduced.
Before Cecil could explain himself, they were surrounded by the “Zombies”. They stood silently, their badly scarred faces conveying the message that they wanted to tear the three alive (Well, one alive engine, and two ghost engines) to scrap. One shunted forward, and the three winced. It was clear that he was the one that was relatively more alive than the others, had a bit of intelligence in him. Thank you, Cecil, for bringing us back to life.
Henry and Lincoln were shocked. “CECIL?!” Henry cried. “You did that?!”
“I am terribly sorry, but I was under strict orders to kill anyone who was detrimental to 98462’s plans!” Cecil blubbered.
“98462?!” Henry cried again. “That piece of twisted scrap?! You are following orders from him?!”
“Who is 98462?” Lincoln asked.
“Later.” Henry hushed. “We have to sort these guys out first. Then, we take care of Cecil…”
The Zombies had been watching the three having the argument, and were starting to get bored. I grow bored of this farce. Let’s feast! The intelligent one cried.
Before they could pounce, the Zombies were instantly vaporized by a shower of Gold Dust. Henry, Lincoln, and Cecil were shocked. “Who did that?!” Lincoln asked.
“You’re welcome, too.” Lady puffed, as she rounded a corner.
“Lady!” Henry exclaimed. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
“Yes, well, be glad that I took care of that group before you were soundly devoured.” Lady replied, not at all pleased. “Now, please tell me, why did you come here?”
“Well, Lincoln and I were exploring the Railway, when we happened upon this place, and we wanted to check it out.” Henry puffed.
“But this sad excuse for a ghost engine tried to kill us with these zombies!” Lincoln cried angrily.
“He’s also a spy for 98462!” Henry added.
Lady was confused. “Who is 98462?”
So Henry decided to relate the story of the B12 that caused the engines on Sodor so much grief and trouble, and how he, and his partner-in-crime 87546, was sent away is disgrace. He didn’t even bother to leave out the Express accident of 1921. When he finished, the engines gathered grew very worried.
“We must return to the Yard. Proteus must be informed as well.” Lady decided.
“Let’s go, then.” Henry puffed.
As they reached the exit, a deep growl was heard from behind. Cecil made the unfortunate decision of stopping to take a look back, for behind him, was a giant Zombie Big Boy. Cecil had muttered a whimper of alarm, when he was summarily devoured by the Big Boy. Henry, Lincoln, and Lady were shocked.
“Cecil!” Henry cried.
“Come on, you big lug, we have to get out of here!” Lincoln urged.
Henry wouldn’t budge. “I highly respect you engines for your service to your railways,” It seemed to the others that Henry was talking directly to the Zombie. “And I would gladly take your place and let you have the ability to run again, and I want desperately to have taken care of Cecil myself for betraying us, but I have had enough of running from dangers like you. It’s time I stopped being so cowardly and stuffed up in the smokebox, and leave my past behind. You will not harm my friends. You will NOT harm my adopted railway! YOU WILL NOT HARM ANYONE AS LONG AS I STILL RUN ON STEAM!!!!!” Henry cried, and charged at the Big Boy, knocking Lincoln off his footplate.
“Henry!” Lincoln and Lady cried.
Henry’s buffers made a loud CLANG! as they made contact with the Big Boy’s cowcatcher. The Zombie’s expression conveyed surprise as Henry began pushing back on the engine. It tried forcing him back, but Henry wouldn’t give in. Henry’s wheels created sparks as they flew wildly in the confrontation. The sounds of grating metal echoed throughout the complex. With every shunt and every shove, Henry forced the Big Boy into one section of the yard that led to a really unnecessarily large smelter. This would be Henry’s ace in the hole.
The Big Boy’s tender wheels edged closer to the smelter’s pit. The Zombie growled loudly, and tried again and again to fore Henry back, but failed each time. Henry, with one last determined effort, gave an extra hard shunt, and the Big Boy dived into the pit, howling in intense anger.
“At least I know Cecil will not suffer for any longer.” Henry growled, as Lady with Lincoln on board chuffed up.
Lincoln was ecstatic. “Henry! Are you alright? Where does it hurt? Did you get damaged in anyway? Is it physical or psychological? Please for Proteus’ sake tell me something?!”
“Lincoln,” Henry puffed, wearily, “while I appreciate the concern, I don’t think I’m hurt in anyway at all. In fact, my buffers don’t ache or look scratched at all!”
Lady inspected Henry. “I don’t believe it. You show no signs of fatigue in your buffers, or your wheels, which should have been ground into powder!”
“You may have a fourth ability, which would rightly be invincibility.” Lady answered.
Henry was surprised. “But I’m still me right?”
“You are still yourself personality-wise.” Lady grinned. “But you are now, something more.”
The three returned to the entrance of the “Scrapyard”, and were surprised to see nearly every Magic Railway engine there, including Proteus!
“Henry! Lincoln! Care to explain why you didn’t arrive back at practice, Cecil going missing, and the smelter’s pit sensors reporting that something was dipped into it?!” Proteus exclaimed angrily.
“Thanks for coming to check up on us, too.” Lincoln griped.
“Proteus, please, let me explain.” Lady puffed forward. “It’s…”
“My fault. Lincoln had wanted to go back, but I wanted to check this place out.” Henry interrupted. “Cecil had followed us, and tried to kill us by raising an army of undead steam and diesel engines. He obviously failed, when Lady came to our rescue, but one Zombie was still alive, which killed Cecil, and I defeated him by casting him into that pit.”
“How big was the Zombie?” Proteus asked.
“Try, ‘Big Boy’, the engine.” Henry answered.
Proteus gasped. “You stood your ground against a Big Boy, and survived without a scratch?”
“If I hadn’t, then I’d be dead as well, Lincoln and Lady following suit.” Henry added.
Proteus stood silent, considering something. “Then it seems you have passed the final test. Harnessing your abilities to defeat an ultimate menace, in this case, Cecil’s crimes against the species and his home, and defeating a Zombie Big Boy.” Proteus smiled. “Something to be commended for, I bet.”
“You mean?” Henry puffed excitedly.
“Congratulations Henry, you are now, officially, an elite Magic Railway engine!” Proteus exclaimed, and blew his whistle loudly. The others joined in, and the chorus of whistled echoed around the Railway, over the towering mountains, and into the deep valleys. And no engine felt ever prouder than Henry the Green Honorary Magic Railway Engine.
A big celebration was held for three days, which was held for the honor of the engine who passed his trials. Henry felt overwhelmed by all of the attention, but was glad for the other’s companionship during the events.
It was the day after the celebrations, and that day was Halloween. Henry was having a wonderful time. All of the engines who’d heard of his bravery at the “Scrapyard” who had doubts about him, were talking with him. He no longer felt alone on the Magic Railway, and felt happier because of it.
It was late in the afternoon, and Henry had just finished giving a couple of tender engine ghosts rides, when Lincoln chuffed up.
“Come on Henry, Proteus and Lady need us at Lady’s shed.” Lincoln said. He was sounding serious, so Henry put the engines down, and followed Lincoln.
The two engines were waiting impatiently, when the two arrived.
“What do you need?” Henry asked.
“Tonight’s the night.” Proteus answered ominously.
Henry’s expression darkened. “Tonight?”
“Yes, and when we receive a report from our spy keeping an eye on one of the engines…”
“Is that engine Thomas by any chance?” Henry interrupted.
“…yes. How did you guess?”
“Intuition.” Henry replied.
Proteus cast a sideways glance at Lady, who arched an eyebrow.
“Anyways…when he gets here, we are all going together to stop this menace that is 98462 from doing any more damage.” Proteus finished.
“Well, can’t wait to put a few dents in that smug face of his.” Henry grinned.
“Now don’t you have too much fun, you’re still new to all of this.” Lady warned, chuckling to herself.
“Yes, my Lady.” Henry puffed, still grinning.
“Now, we have to plan this all out, and get the ghosts that are willing to follow us. Now, Lady…” Proteus began.
“Oh dear! I just realized, I’d left something behind at the workshop.” Lady groaned angrily.
“What is it?” Lincoln asked.
“Oh, that new invention that Edison made. It can compress pure Gold Dust, and turn it into a form of projectile. I’ll be right back.”
“Fine, but please be quick.” Proteus sighed.
Lady puffed out. Henry was worried, and decided to follow, much to Proteus’ chagrin.
As Lady approached the workshop, a ghost rushed up to her, with a very worried expression on his smokebox.
Henry had puffed up behind, and listened to the conversation.
“And you’re sure he’s in danger?”
“Yes, I’m sure of it. When I watched the Ghost Train race about, I just knew Thomas was connected to it all.”
“You did the right thing in coming to tell me. Go find Proteus, and tell him everything.”
“Yes, my Lady.” The little ghostly apparition did as ordered, and raced away.
Lady sat where she was, feeling very worried for the engine who helped save her all those years ago. “Well, now it’s my turn to return the favor.” She said aloud, and rushed off to find the Magic Railway portal.
The ghost had turned the corner, when his buffers came in contact with Henry’s.
“Oof!” He groaned. Then he looked up. “Oh! Henry! I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry, it's fine. What was that all about?”
“You listened to that?” The ghost piped, worry creeping up on him.
“Hey, I’m worried about Thomas too, so come on, let’s go tell Proteus, immediately.” Henry puffed.
“She went to do WHAT?!?!?” Proteus shouted angrily.
“Master Proteus, we need to go now! We don’t have much time!” The ghost quivered.
“That’s no excuse for her to bugger off on her own without us!” Proteus growled.
“Proteus, please calm down, we can still salvage this…” Lincoln tried to reason.
“Salvage? SALVAGE?!?!?! This was supposed to have strategy! Complete and total understanding of the battle to come! Not rushing about all willy-nilly, throwing caution into the wind, and just being a total nit!” Proteus was, understandably, cross.
Henry thought for a moment. “Proteus.”
“WHAT?” Proteus hissed.
“Sometimes, strategy can give way to complete insanity. I mean, it’s how I got out of that fight with the Big Boy.” Henry suggested.
Proteus looked Henry dead in the eyes. “And what makes you so sure it will work?”
“You may seem logical and calm, but tell me, Proteus, don’t you have that impulse to just say, ‘Screw it.’ and rush blindly into the fight, caring only for those you are protecting?” Henry continued. “Especially since we are going up against a completely insane engine. So logically, we should just drop the plan, and go in blind.” Henry waited, hardly daring to breathe.
“Henry,” Proteus began, “your surprising logic is sound. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but, you are perhaps the smartest engine here besides me. I agree with your plan.”
Henry was relieved. “So, shall we get going? Lady is bound to have left by now.”
“Let’s get the rest of the engines we need gathered first, then we go after her.” Proteus ordered.
In the real world…
They soon arrived at an old siding with even older buffers. “Isn’t this one of those abandoned Magic Railway Portals, Lady?” Percy asked curiously.
“No Percy. These buffers are older than the ones I use.” Lady said.
“Ha! You think traveling through to the Magic Railway was weird, wait till you go through this one.” Ghost Train exaggerated. “Now Thomas, push me through slowly.”
“Alright.” Thomas puffed slowly forward, and instantly, Ghost Train began to disappear slowly, and then Thomas felt himself beginning to disappear. “Well guys, it’s now or never.” Thomas said as he followed Ghost Train through the Portal. Lady went second, Percy third, and lastly, because he didn’t want to be left alone by himself, James went in last.
And back to the main character…
Proteus had gathered the engines he needed. He sat perched on his flatbed. Now all he needed was Henry.
Henry was talking with Lincoln. “You’re not coming?”
“Sorry pal, not that big in getting in fights.” Lincoln admitted.
“It’s fine.” Henry puffed. “So, I guess this is goodbye, then.”
“It doesn’t have to be. We can always write.”
“I don’t have hands.”
“…Well, there goes that idea.” Lincoln said sadly.
“Aw, we’ll see each other again, someday.” Henry comforted. “Thanks for being a good friend.”
“Thank you for giving me the best two months of my life.” Lincoln thanked. “Now you better get going. Proteus is looking like he’s going to regret this somehow!”
“Ha! Somehow, I think he’s already regretting it!” Henry laughed. “Goodbye, you incredible idiot.”
“Goodbye, you big green goon.” Lincoln smiled.
Henry chuffed up to Proteus. “Ready to depart, Proteus.”
“I see.” Proteus said nonchalantly. “Are you really ready?”
“You aren’t, are you?”
“Good, let’s get moving.” Proteus ordered.
Henry cast a suspicious glance at the old engine, who gave him a sideways smirk.
“Oh, hang it all, let’s just go, before Thomas or Lady get into more trouble.” Proteus chuckled.
“Aye aye, Captain Small Fry.” Henry quipped.
“Don’t call me Captain Small Fry.”
With that, the cavalcade passed through the portal.
Toby was very worried. His friends had only been gone for an hour, and already he knew there was trouble. “Oh what can I do? I’m just a small steam tram. What could I possibly do against several hundred, possibly thousands of ghosts?”
“Hopefully, a whole lot.”
Toby looked in the direction of the object who spoke those words, and gasped.
“Now, would you mind showing us the way?”
“P…P…Proteus?” Toby stuttered. Then, he saw Henry. “Henry?!”
“Hey there, shack on wheels. Been well? Tell me, have you seen a purple tank engine recently?” Henry asked.
Well, here it is, a long awaited explanation for Henry’s disappearance. I have to say, I’m kind of impressed with this. I could have done a little more, but I would then have had to do some retconning, which, believe me, I had been forced to do a tiny bit of it with Lady and the informant’s meeting before she took off for Sodor.
But still, after nearly a month, with having outside forces putting it behind, it’s finished, and I hope you all enjoy it!
Post by ThomasandMatt on Mar 31, 2017 21:00:52 GMT
New story time! This one was beautifully edited by PercyFan1998, so a shoutout to him for helping me out on this one. Other than that, let's get started!
Written by thomasandmatt
Edited by Percyfan1998
“Are you serious, Matthew?” Hunter asked.
“I am serious. The Shedmaster just told me. The hydroelectric plant was damaged in the storm last night. Every electric pole along the tracks are shorted out. Meaning…”
“No power, no movement,” Hunter sighed.
“So what do we do now?” Miranda asked.
“Sit here and wait until Manager arrives,” Matthew replied.
There had been a rather vicious storm that night before, and the hydroelectric plant that powered the Peel Godred Electric Branch Line had been flooded, which damaged the generators. Matthew and Hunter knew what it was like, as it had happened before. As it was also Miranda and Zach’s first hydroelectric plant failure, they were rather inexperienced.
“Here comes the Manager,” Zach said.
The Manager walked in, looking worried. “I suppose you’ve all heard the news,” he announced.
“Yes sir...” The engines replied.
“Well, I basically have two choices. Close the line temporarily, or ask the Fat Controller if I could borrow a few of his diesels or shunters to help keep the branch line going until the plant is repaired.”
“What?!” Miranda cried, aghast.
“Here we go...” Zach groaned.
“Sir! You can’t be serious! I’ve already become accustomed to having Kyle help out! And you want more of them on our line?!” The 87 yelled.
“Proteus? Are you there? Can you please end my suffering?” Zach prayed.
The Magic Railway…
“What is it, Proteus?” Lady asked, worried.
“I’m not sure. I feel, a disturbance...” Proteus stammered.
Zach waited and waited. “Sod it, I’ll ask later.”
Meanwhile, Miranda and the Manager were still arguing.
“Miranda, it’s only temporary,” The Manager tried to explain.
“And what if it doesn’t?! What if they stay, and we’re forced to stay in here forever?!” Miranda fretted. “You know about my inferiority complex with diesels!”
“And when Kyle came, you all managed to get past it, and became good friends. I’m sure Kyle will explain it to the visitors while they’re here.”
“I’ve met a few of The Fat Controllers other diesels. Some of them are complete jerks!”
“And some of them aren’t. You must understand this.”
“And you must understand that I’m worried about our branch lines future! I want our line to not be overrun by Diesels like the Woodhead line!”
“Please don’t say Woodhead...” Hunter begged.
“Woodhead! Oh how I loved that line! It was a most beautiful line! Oh how I want to see it again!” Matthew pined.
“Great…thanks for that,” Hunter growled.
The Manager was close to popping a nerve. “Miranda. I’m in charge. Whatever I say, goes. If I want to have Diesels run the line temporarily, I will, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Before Miranda could say any more, a familiar horn sounded. “Sir! We’ve arrived!” Kyle called.
“Ah, speaking of Diesels.” The Manager segued, and turned toward the green 47. “Thanks for coming on such short notice, Kyle.”
“Not to worry, Sir, I’ve brought Paxton, Nicole, and Rosie to help out. Sir Topham Hatt asked me to get these three with me, as they have an exemplary service record,” Kyle said. “For instance, Paxton…”
“Kyle, I just need Really Useful Engines! Not their resumes!” The Manager joked.
“Resumes?! Ugh!” Miranda cried from the shed.
“Will you shut up?” Zach hissed.
“And to think I had my driver write down all of the achievements I have made over my many years of service during my North Western career till now,” Paxton moaned sadly.
“... Anyways... I’m sure you will all do your best,” the Manager said, and gave the driver’s the timetables.
“We won’t let you down sir,” Kyle said. If he could salute, he would have.
“Good, now get to work!”
Rosie went to work at the Aluminum Works, Paxton stayed at Killdane, and Kyle and Nicole shared out the passengers and goods trains. It was a remarkably easy system to follow. Unfortunately, one engine didn’t think so.
“I can’t believe it! They think they can just come here and meddle with, and change everything we have worked so hard on to keep this line going and they ruin it within a day!” Miranda exclaimed.
It was at this point that even Matthew’s patience was wearing thin. “Miranda, it’s no use trying to get your way. Until the plant is repaired, we are stuck here for the time being.”
“Yeah, so do us all a huge favor, and shut your mouth! Before one of the workmen does it for us,” Hunter added grumpily.
Miranda knew she had no choice but to sit there and wallow in her misery. The others, meanwhile, were glad for the rest. It had been so long since they’d had a break, and were keen to take the opportunity.
Matthew took this time to reminisce about the old days on the Woodhead line, charging along the rails, clattering through the tunnel, and rushing back out into the sunshine. He remembered resting at Manchester London Road, taking in the sights. He sighed all the while.
Hunter chose to sleep. It had been so long since he could nap without any major interruptions. It was the best thing that could ever happen to him.
Zach, meanwhile, used this time to think. It was true that he was a class 87. which meant he could work on the Mainland, which also meant that he could be pulling either goods trains or passengers, and not have to deal with the constant dullness which was that of a branch line. But, he thought, that would also mean being scrapped, as most of his class were either scrapped, or shipped off to Bulgaria or some place, and he quite liked staying where he was. And he loved Sodor and all its beauty, and he wouldn’t dream of trading it for anything else.
Miranda, well, wanted to get out of the shed and get back to work. She couldn’t stand the thought of another engine pulling her trains. She knew Kyle well enough, but Paxton, Rosie and Nicole were new engines for her, and so remained extremely suspicious incase they tried anything, as experience had taught her to never trust unknown engines. This wasn’t true, but Miranda was sure they might be of the bad sort.
As you can guess, it wouldn’t be long before cabin fever set in. Which was in three minutes and counting…
Everything was quiet in the shed…
Everything was calm…
The engines were silent and still…
Just then, Nicole rushed into the Yard with the first Alumina train, blaring her horn to sound her approach, which set the electrics off.
“GAH! That’s it! Get me out of here!!!!” Miranda cried like mad.
“Get a grip, for Proteus’ sake!” Hunter shouted.
The Magic Railway…
“There it is again!” Proteus exclaimed. “Agh my aching smokebox…! What is going on?!”
Back to Reality…
Meanwhile, all three relatively sane electrics were desperately trying to calm Miranda down, for she was in the middle of a panic attack.
“Get me out of here! I’ve been stuck in this shed for hours!” Miranda cried.
“It’s only be forty minutes!” Zach exclaimed.
“I don’t care! I want out, now!” Miranda demanded.
“Has it ever been like this?”
“Since we’ve been forced to share a shed with a psychotic 87 and her brother who appears to be the sane one, I would say it’s bad, but not if you count being forced to share a shed with those two small yellow demons from the Clay Pits, you don’t want to know.”
“That must’ve been one a helluva weekend.”
“Helluva weekend my traction motors. It was painful!” Matthew snarled.
Meanwhile, Miranda had started babbling in a strange language that nobody short of Zach could barely understand.
“Come on, please don’t act like this, we have guests for Pete’s sake!” Zach reasoned. “You can at least calm down enough to acknowledge that.”
Miranda’s response was incoherent, but Zach understood it well enough to know there were some rather explicit words said.
“Don’t you start using those words here! This is supposed to be a child-friendly environment!”
“I may be many things, but child-friendly isn’t one of them,” Hunter interjected.
Everyone tried to calm her down, but nothing seemed to be working. Just then, a miracle happened. In through the shed door, came Kyle.
“What’s going on here?” Kyle asked.
“Take a look for yourself,” Matthew eyed in the direction of Miranda and Zach.
Miranda turned her bloodshot eyes (by that point, she’d gone insane) toward Kyle. Kyle, somehow, remained absolutely calm when this happened.
“Oh dear, what happened to her?”
“Cabin Fever. Or in this case, Shed Fever,” Zach answered.
“This may sound strange, but I’ve seen this before,” Kyle answered after several minutes of silence.
“Where?” Matthew asked.
“It’s been a while, but when I was bought by Freightliner, I was put in a shed for inspection. There were other elderly 47s in there, as well as Class 86s and Class 90 electrics. Every engine in that shed were worried about who would survive into Preservation or not, and it made a few of them get too worked up. It was bad enough being cooped up in there for nights on end, but try being in there for two months with them. Almost every Electric, save for a few, went crazy.
“One night, the shed doors were opened, and a few of my brothers, including Lyle…”
“Lyle?” Zach asked.
“It’s a strange name, I understand . Anyways, he and a few others were taken out of the shed by officials from the Great Western Railway. I heard they were going to be part of a special project to upgrade them to Class 57’s. I never saw him again after that.”
“And then what?” Miranda said, sanity slowly creeping back. Her eyes were still a little red, but had lessened in size.
“I was bought up by Freightliner, and have worked for them for the last 54 years, before being brought here by the Fat Controller,” Kyle finished.
“How could you have stayed so calm, cooped up in that shed with them?” Miranda asked.
“To be honest, I was more terrified of what the future held for me,” Kyle admitted, “Lyle was my anchor. He taught me how to see the good in all things, and I became calm and wise thanks to him,” he sighed again. “I’ll never get to see him again, now.”
Miranda gazed at the old 47 next to her. “Maybe you can teach me some of the methods he taught you?”
Kyle chuckled. “I might just do that.” Kyle rolled out of the shed, and reversed onto Miranda’s road.
“What are you doing?” Miranda asked, confused.
“Taking you outside to get some fresh air,” Kyle answered.
“What?!” The other’s cried.
“Sorry boys, it’s for her own good,” Kyle said, looking not at all sorry.
“Kyle! Get your yellow backside here right now!” Hunter shouted from the shed.
“You can’t just leave us here alone!” Zach growled.
Matthew was silent throughout the whole thing. He was happy that Miranda was calming down, and that Kyle was helping her. He just snickered at Hunter and Zach’s cries of outrage.
Later that day, the hydroelectric plant was repaired. The overhead wires were all replaced, and the generators turned back on.
Down at Killdane, the Electrics’ generators were switched on, and they were able to move under their own power once again.
“Ah, it’s so nice to be moving again,” Zach sighed happily.
“It is indeed,” Hunter agreed.
The Manager, pleased that his engines were moving again, walked over. “Now that you are all mobile again, and under brand new wires, tomorrow, I expect you all to work harder than ever before.”
“Yes sir,” The engines chorused.
“Good! Now say goodbye to the others,” the Manager ordered, gesturing in the direction of Kyle, Paxton, Nicole, and Rosie, the latter two miffed that they didn’t get a speaking role in the story.
“Bye guys!” said Zach.
“Thanks for running the line for us!” Miranda called.
The diesels and tank engine hooted and whistled their thanks, and began to trundle onto the mainline to head home, but Kyle held back.
“You alright there, Kyle?” Matthew asked.
Kyle turned. “Miranda.”
“Stay out of trouble now,” The 47 said, and winked as he left.
Miranda’s left eye twitched. “What do you mean, ‘stay out of trouble?!’ Why would I get in trouble?! There’s literally nothing for me to do except pull passengers up and down the line! And what’s with the wink?! How in the…?!”
Zach groaned. “Not again…”
As he left Killdane, Kyle chuckled, glad that things were back to relative normalcy.
Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed this little trip back to the Peel Godred Branch Line. Again, I must thank Percyfan1998 for helping with this story. His help was greatly appreciated.
Hope you are all ready for the next one to come out!
Hello everyone! Just today, I made a discovery. It's been a year since I've started to write ThomasandMatt's Stories of Sodor, and posted The Great Mail Train Problem! March 22, 2016 to the date!
Thing is, I had completely forgotten given recent events that occurred in my life, so you can see how I could forget such a milestone!
Still, a year. It's really quite amazing, since I'd never had thought this could take off like it did, and for me to get as many stories written as possible! That has to count for something, doesn't it?
Anyways, just wanted to say thanks to those who take the time to read these, and stuck around this long with me!
Hello everyone! A bit of news about this one story. I was close to scrapping it. Two reasons. 1) It was taking too long to write, and kept getting writer's block at each turn, and 2) These two characters are rather hard to write about. The previous one I tried to write, with them included, was rather difficult, and it was eventually scrapped for another that was posted. I was also struggling with schoolwork, and extracurricular activities. As of late, things are starting to slow down a little, so I can now focus most of my attention onto this little project of mine on the Forums.
Thankfully, tonight, I have finished the editing for it. It is now ready for reading. I present to you...The Twins of Brendam!
Twins. What are they exactly? Two entities created at the same time at the same place. The prime examples of twins we all know are the Scottish Twins, Donald and Douglas, the Inter-City Twins, Pip and Emma, and many others.
But, there is another set of Twins, and they so happen to work at the Clay Pits at the Southern tip of the Island, near Brendam Docks. These two haven’t been featured in any of the stories I’ve made for a while now, mostly because I’ve got nothing to write about them. Well, now I’m about to fix that error. Here we are, the pranksters of Wellsworth. The Bees of Suddery. The Troublemakers of the Clay Pits. They are Bill and Ben…
The Twins of Brendam
It was an average day on the Island of Sodor.
What? Why can’t it just be average?
Wait, you’re wanting the usual “It was a beautiful day on the Island of Sodor” line we usually got at the beginning of every Thomas episode in recent years? The one I also usually include?
Well, today I feel different. It would be nice to be different. I don’t want to use the “Cut-and-Paste Method” used in Series 13-16! I will stand up to that! I will change the way everything is done! I WILL-!
We will be right back after the Author is sedated and well rested. In the meantime, let’s get this started properly!
Bill and Ben are tank engine twins. It was revealed in The Diseasel, that they could be mischievous as well as sadistic, as proved by BoCo, who’s still going in for psychotherapy every two months for the last 60-70 years. Go ask Den. He’s seen the files after the Dieselworks was constructed. Den says he’s improving.
Anyways, because they work most of their lives at the Clay Pits, they don’t get to travel much, so not a whole lot of engines get to meet them. In fact, only Thomas, Edward, Henry, Gordon, James, Percy, Toby, Duck, Mavis, BoCo, Diesel, Salty, Porter, Harvey, Marion, and Timothy have only seen them. So yeah, not a lot of engines.
You may be wondering, what about that off-handed line in Shed Fever, where Hunter and Matthew were talking about having to spend time with them? Obviously, almost everyone’s met them. But, sometimes, stories can be told about the two rascals. Of course, some stories of the stories aren't legitimate, but that doesn’t stop the veteran engines from bending the truth with some naïve engines that serve on the Railway.
BoCo backed into the shed.
“Another session with Den?” Nicole asked.
“Yes, and another one in two months,” BoCo replied.
“I don’t get it. Why do you need therapy anyway? You’re one of the sanest engine’s I know!” Kim exclaimed.
BoCo chuckled. “Oh trust me, I needed it today.”
“Why?” Nicole asked.
“Three words. Bill and Ben.”
“The demons of the Clay Pits?” Kim blurted.
“Demons?! Henry! Quick! Get the walls raised! Those ghosts are back!” Gordon cried from the other side of the shed.
“Calm down,” Edward puffed, “BoCo was only talking about Bill and Ben.”
“Bill and Ben?! Make that moat deeper! And get those crocodiles I keep asking for!”
“I can only do so much, Gordon!” Henry groaned.
“Anyway, I have to do my breathing exercises for two hours tonight, so do not disturb me,” BoCo said, and backed into his corner.
Kim and Nicole looked at each other.
“Think we can bait Neville into taking our Goods to Barrow-In-Furness tomorrow?” Kim smirked slyly.
“Only to see what these engines look like,” Nicole cautioned, although, she was excited as well.
“Okay then. Hey! Neville! Can we ask you something?”
The 60’s arrived at Wellsworth. A lot of odd smelling smoke, hippies, and air raid sirens overstayed their welcome.
Meanwhile, Kim and Nicole arrived at Wellsworth.
“Alright, so we’re clear on the plan?” Kim asked.
“What plan?” Nicole rumbled.
“What do you mean, ‘What plan’?!”
“I didn’t know there was a plan involved!”
“Great! Just fantastic! We’re going in to meet the most elusive engines on this small Island, and you haven’t been listening to the whole conversation?!”
“It’s hard to listen when you are rambling on and on about solving the bloody mystery of the two mystery demons of the Brendam Branch!”
The two were bickering so loudly, that they didn’t notice two small figures enter the yard…
“I mean, how can anyone get anything done without a set of instructions to follow?
“You’re one to talk! When asked to color in-between the lines on a coloring book, you just scribble all over the page!”
“How can I color if I don’t have hands?!”
Ahem. The two were bickering so loudly, that they didn’t notice two small figures enter the Yard…!
“Really! You’re bringing that dead bush back to life to beat on it?!”
“The dead bush has a name!”
Oi! You two!
Read the narration!
“So what if two small figures arrived! We’ve got a mission to undertake!” Nicole cried, completely ignoring the narration.
“Yeah! We’ll find those two bees, and bring them to justice for what they did to BoCo!” Kim exclaimed.
“What did we do to BoCo this time?” A voice asked.
“This time?” Kim asked, suddenly – finally – realizing that they were not alone.
“And another thing, bees? Been awhile since we’ve heard that name, right Bill?” Another voice called.
“You’re right there, Ben. Not the best insult I’ve ever heard, in all honesty,” The voice, now identified as “Bill”, replied, “Might want to reveal ourselves, don’t ya think?”
“I suppose we should, Bill!”
The Class 60’s trembled in fear, listening to the sounds of chuffing approach them.
“We’re so in for it now!” Kim squealed in fear. Nicole whimpered in agreement.
Just then, in the style of The Diseasel, music and all, Bill sidled up alongside Kim. “Well, hello there!”
Thomas was sizzling happily in his shed, being prepped for the day’s work. Just as the firelighter got his fire going, the sounds of two screams could be heard.
Thomas was shocked. “What was that?!”
The firelighter couldn’t answer. He’d passed out after hearing the screams. He’d thought they came from the firebox, and well, he was a very religious man. You can draw the conclusions from there.
Bill and Ben had their driver’s remove the oversized earmuffs after Kim and Nicole were finished screaming themselves hoarse.
“My, those two have pipes!” Bill groaned.
“You think?” Ben asked.
“Well, think we should try again?”
“I think we should.”
The two tried again, this time, both came up together. Kim opened her mouth.
“Before you try to break Alicia Botti’s record for the highest pitch ever done, at least listen to us,” Bill ordered.
Kim shut her mouth almost instantaneously.
“Good!” Bill exclaimed happily, “Now, have you ever heard of us?”
The two 60’s were silent. Then, Nicole spoke up, “W-we have…”
“From where, might I ask?” Bill inquired.
“The other engines,” Kim answered, “We’d heard stories about two tank engines who work at the Sodor China Clay Pits on Edward’s Branchline.”
“We also heard that these two were troublemakers, and part-time demons and bees,” Nicole added.
Bill and Ben looked at each other with confusion. “Demons? Bees? None of what you said could be further from the truth!” Ben exclaimed.
“Bet my tender!” Gordon called as he passed with the Express.
“...Anyways...we’re many things, but we’re not that bad!”
“I have to put up with you two on a daily basis!” Edward called, who had arrived from taking a passenger train along the Branchline.
“At least we’re Useful!”
“To a point,” Marion jibed, as she passed to go to a digging site on the Arlesburgh Branch.
“Okay, we get it!” The two shouted.
Kim and Nicole had been watching the two interact with the other engines, and we’re slightly amazed at how they were popular for the wrong reasons.
Kim spoke up. “So, you’re not bad engines?”
Bill laughed. “Bad engines? We act this way because we want to! Someone has to be the comic relief!”
“And Bill and I succeed in that department!” Ben agreed, and both twins laughed heartily.
Kim exchanged nervous looks with her sister. “Other than mischievous deeds, what is it you do exactly?”
“Read the abbreviated words on my tanks,” Bill pointed, “Sodor China Clay. Ben and I shunt and load clay into trucks and tankers at the Clay Pits for BoCo or Edward to bring here.”
“They have those?” Nicole asked.
“Of course they do! The clay there is very valuable,” Ben defended, “It’s used for paper, potteries, building materials, all sorts of things!”
For a while longer, the China Clay Twins explained the operations at the Clay Pits to the ever-increasing admiration of Kim and Nicole. They then realized that maybe the other engines were wrong about these two; Bill and Ben were actually very nice engines, who knew a lot about their job and the many different things they had to do.
It was almost midday, when the Wellsworth Yard Manager strode up. “There you are, Bill and Ben! The Manager at the Clay Pits has been looking for you since that last shipment of Clay was brought up!”
“Sorry, sir,” Bill said, rolling his eyes. This didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t back sass me! Get your squat bunkers back to the Clay Pits now!” The Yard Manager ordered.
“Alright, alright! We’re going!” Ben exclaimed, “Nice meeting you two. Sorry again for the spook!”
Nicole was confused. “You never apologised before…”
“Well, we’re doing it now,” Bill puffed, “Come on, Ben, before the Yard Manager gets Edward.” With that, the Twins puffed away, leaving a pair of 60’s with a lot to think about.
A few days later, Kim and Nicole were staged outside Tidmouth Yards, getting ready to pull a monthly outgoing Goods Train all the way to London. The trucks were shunted section by section behind them. It was all Charlie and Philip could do to get them out of there on time. Kim was excited. “Been awhile since I could stretch my wheels, right Nicole?” “You said it, sister,” Nicole agreed. A minute later, Henry arrived with the empty trucks from his Flying Kipper run. “You two haven’t left yet?” He asked, jokingly. Nicole chuckled. “These two are doing their best along with shunting our train, and getting other goods from the ships out of here.” “I see, hope you get out of here soon,” Henry puffed, as he was uncoupled from his trucks, and he headed back to the sheds. Just then, the last few trucks were shunted to the back of the train. “Alright, that’s it!” Charlie called, “You’re all set to go!” “Thanks, Charlie and Philip!” Kim called, “We’ll be back in a few days!” “With more trucks!” Nicole added. “Great…” Charlie groaned, but the 60’s didn’t hear, because they were all the way up front. After much growling and wheel slip, Kim and Nicole were soon out of the Yards and onto the open line.
Meanwhile, Bill and Ben were puffing towards Wellsworth with a train of Clay Tankers. BoCo was unavailable, Edward was at the Works for maintenance, and Marion was too busy playing “Guess What’s in My Shovel?” with a very unwilling Timothy, so the Manager had to send them up instead.
Ben was cross. “Come on Bill! You’re going too slowly!”
“It’s not my fault someone spilt clay on my traction rods! Oh wait, it was yours!” Bill griped.
“I wasn’t even near those clay trucks when it happened!” Ben countered, “Marion must have done it!”
“I saw you do it, Ben!”
One of the tankers was watching the two bicker. “And I thought we trucks were immature…”
Eventually, they arrived at Wellsworth Yards, and shunted the tankers into a siding. This was to be part of the outgoing train to the Mainland, for the factories who could best use the clay for its intended purpose.
Bill’s driver checked his watch. “We’ve got time before we’re needed back at the Clay Pits, so you two can rest.”
“Finally!” The twins exclaimed.
The driver’s and firemen walked to the cafe to have lunch, while Bill and Ben fell into a deep snooze.
About twenty minutes later, Kim and Nicole had arrived.
“We have to hurry here,” Kim said, “Don’t want to miss our path.”
“And block the Main Line too.” Nicole added.
They looked around the Yard, and spotted the tankers.
“There’s our next pick-up.” Nicole pointed.
“But no shunters?” Kim griped.
“Guess we’re going to have to get them ourselves…” Nicole said, a little annoyed as well.
They broke the train up in halves, and pulled forward and backed down onto the tankers, with Bill and Ben still attached. Even worse, the shunter on duty coupled them up to the 60’s train, and again when the tankers were coupled up to the other half of the train. He didn’t even stop to think about it.
Anyways, Bill and Ben were still asleep when all of that was happening.They weren’t any longer, for as soon as Kim blasted her horn, Bill and Ben were jolted awake, and found themselves smokebox to cab in between several large trucks, and moving.
“We’re going on a trip, aren’t we?”
“It seems so.”
“Should we call for help?”
Nicole could have sworn she’d heard a crying sound from behind her, but dismissed it, as they’d come across Gordon’s Hill.
Bill’s driver went out to check on the twin’s, and found them gone.
“What the…? Where’ve they gone?!” He cried.
Just then, the shunter walked up. “Hey, Fletcher, you will not believe what just happened!”
“Not now, my engine and his twin just disappeared!” The driver exclaimed.
The shunter ignored this, and continued on. “Those two Class 60 diesels just came and picked up those tankers and two small yellow trucks that you guys delivered today, and I swear, I thought I’d heard a couple of them screaming!”
The driver stopped dead in his thoughts, and turned towards the shunter. “Kim and Nicole came and picked up the tankers and what?”
The shunter was about to repeat something, when he finally realized his blunder. “Oh dear…”
As it was a Main Line Express Goods, it was supposed to go fast, so Kim and Nicole were making up for lost time by speeding up, much to Bill and Ben’s horror.
Cronk. Killdane. Kellsthorpe Road. Crovan’s Gate. These stations whizzed past the two tank engines as the train barreled down the line, towards the direction of the Mainland. Usually the engines didn’t go past Crovan’s Gate because of the frequent trips to the Steamworks. Seeing as they were seeing the giant building pass by them, they knew they were in a major amount of trouble.
Kim watched as the giant station of Vicarstown came into view, and got excited. “We’re almost to Vicarstown, Nicole!”
“I know, Kim. Let’s just get this train over the bridge, and to London as quickly as possible,” Nicole reminded, all the while chuckling to herself.
Bill whimpered at this news. “Ben, when we get out of this, we must swear to each other to never cause trouble again!”
“You got it, Bill!” Ben answered back.
It seemed to them that Gawdry was smiling down on them, because the train suddenly started slowing down. There was a red signal up ahead, and the Class 60’s had to stop, much to Bill and Ben’s relief.
Kim’s driver climbed out of Kim’s cab.”Now I wonder why we have a red signal?”
Nicole pondered for a moment. “Obstruction? Another train?”
“Impossible! We were given the Express line to help us get to the Mainland faster!” Kim exclaimed.
“Now, now, there’s probably a reason. I’ll call ahead the signalbox,” Kim’s driver said, and climbed back in.
Kim and Nicole sat at the red signal, wondering what was taking so long. Kim began thinking of some rather rude things to say to the Signalman, when she heard a voice. It was Bill telling a joke to Ben. She thought she was hearing things, then, she heard laughing. She felt like she was going crazy - which had already happened.
The laughing soon got louder. “What on Earth is that noise?!” She cried.
Nicole, already expecting her to go crazy first, plucked up as much sanity as she could muster, and asked, “What noise? I don’t hear anything.”
“What do you mean by ‘What noise?!’” Kim exclaimed, “It’s coming from behind us!”
Nicole decided to humor her sister, and listened. Five minutes later, and she still didn’t hear anything. “Kim, are you absolutely sure that you’re hearing something?”
Kim was appalled. “I am absolutely sure, thank you very much! How you can’t apprehend that nasally cachinnation, is beyond my comprehension!”
Nicole, surprised her sister knew such complex words, was shocked. “Are you insinuating that I am going deaf?!”
“If the traction motor fits!” Kim shot back.
The China Clay Twins were listening the two bicker. “And I thought we were immature…” Ben chuckled, “Now, what was it about the clay pots and that weird elf man?”
Eventually, Kim’s driver had finished his call with the Signalman. He stepped out to see Kim had exchanged sides, and was arguing with Nicole from her other cab. No wonder it got quieter. He thought. He walked down to the bickering twins.
“Will the both of you stop to listen?” He asked, grudgingly. In his honest opinion, he often enjoyed listening to the two argue, moan, and groan at each other. He was a strange man.
“Fine.” Nicole said. Kim grunted a reply.
“Anyways,” Kim’s driver continued, “Control apparently wants us to make an unscheduled stop at Vicarstown.”
“Why?” They asked.’
The driver looked amused. “We have two unexpected stowaways.”
Murdoch was waiting with a heavy goods train to Tidmouth, when he noticed the Class 60’s rumbling into the yards.
“If you don’t mind me asking, but, why haven’t you left for the Mainland yet?” He asked.
Kim shot him an equally confused look. “That’s what I want to know.”
Murdoch looked along the train, hoping he didn’t see one of the axleboxes looking red hot. When his gaze reached the middle of the train, he blinked several times, just to be sure he was seeing things right. When he realized that what he was seeing was indeed Bill and Ben, he guffawed in laughter.
Nicole was confused. “What’s so funny? We’re going to be late!”
Once he’d regained enough composure, Murdoch told them what it was he was laughing at. At first, Kim and Nicole were skeptical, until Kim’s driver confirmed Murdoch’s statement.
“I told you I was hearing things!” Kim exclaimed triumphantly. Nicole just sighed, knowing she was never going to win an argument with her.
“That’s all very well and good,” Bill called, “but Ben and I’d love to be uncoupled from the train!”
Once the China Clay Twins were uncoupled from the train, and once everything completely reassembled properly (Both Kim’s and Nicole’s crews checked the train twice from both ends of the train, just to be sure that there weren’t any other tank engines attached to the train), the Class 60’s left with their goods.
Murdoch was kind enough to take Bill and Ben to the Works. They had been going fast for far too long, and had to have their undercarriage and traction tyres inspected. Once everything was in good order, Bill and Ben were taken home on a flat bed by BoCo.
When they arrived at Wellsworth, the Twins gasped. Edward, Timothy, and Marion were there, as well as the Foreman and Clay Works Manager, and the Fat Controller.
“Welcome back, you two.” Edward puffed.
“We were worried about you.” Timothy said, no hint of sarcasm was shown.
“I was worried that there’d be no one else to play ‘Guess What’s in My Shovel?’ Therefore, I am happy to see you back, as well as being happy about…!” Marion was silenced by a look from Edward, signalling that she needed to stop, before things got out of hand.
Bill and Ben were very surprised at this. They almost cried.
The Fat Controller stepped forward. “Bill. Ben. I want to tell you how sorry I am at the both of you being taken away by accident on that train. The shunter responsible has been dealt with.” How he was dealt with, let’s leave that up to the imagination. “I am pleased that you both managed to come out of this relatively unscarred.”
The twins chuckled, and went immediately back to the Clay Pits. They wondered if the trucks missed them. They didn’t really, but it was nice to be back home.
“So, what does the Fat Controller want us to go to Wellsworth for?” Kim asked her twin.
“You got me.” Nicole replied, as the two rolled into the Yard.
The two looked around the place. There were a few trucks and workmen, other than that, Wellsworth was deserted.
“Were we tricked or something?”
“Then what’s the deal, then?!” Kim cried.
Unbeknownst to them, two small figures entered the yard…
“What do you mean, ‘What’s the deal?!’” Nicole groaned. “There’s bound to be a perfect reason for us being here!”
“A reason that is making us wait until someone appears?! This place is empty! Devoid of life!” Kim shouted. The trucks and workmen immediately put Kim and Nicole on their lists of people they didn’t like.
“It’s not completely lifeless!” Nicole countered. The trucks and workmen removed Nicole’s name from their lists. “Besides, I can hear something.”
Kim was silent for a moment, waiting to hear the sound. Sure enough, there was a sound. “What do you suppose it is?”
Nicole looked ahead, and saw the familiar shapes of Bill and Ben leaving the Junction from the Brendam Branch.
“Now Kim, we dragged those two along with us for miles, and they’re bound to be cross with us. So please, be nice.” Nicole asked.
Kim, for once, listened to her sister’s advice, as the Twins arrived in the Yard, a train of tankers behind them.
Nicole spoke first. “Um, hello, Bill. Ben.”
Bill looked over at the Twin 60’s. “Oi, look Ben! It’s the big blue and red boxes on wheels!”
“Oh yeah, I know those two!” Ben replied, “They took us on a trip!”
Nicole tried her best to be reasonable. “Yes we did, and we’re very sorry.”
“Yeah, we didn’t even know you were on the train.” Kim added.
Bill scoffed. “You two must have heard us calling for help!”
“Well…” Kim said under her breath.
Bill had some surprisingly good hearing. “What do you mean by, ‘Well?’”
Kim searched for the right words, so she didn’t incur the wrath of the two. Amazing how she’s actually growing more mature init? “What I mean to say is, we did, but we were thinking we were going crazy.”
Ben laughed. “You’re already crazy!”
“Finally! Someone agrees with me!” Nicole exclaimed.
Bill joined in. “You know we’re only pulling your wheels!”
Kim was confused. “Wait, we dragged you halfway across the Island, and you’re not mad at us?”
“Please! You’d have to do better than that to make us really cross with you!” Ben explained, then continued laughing with his twin.
Kim looked at Nicole. Nicole looked at Kim.
“Sod it, we’re all crazy.” Kim said at last, and both sets of twins began chuckling, loud and long. The workmen were concerned about this sudden turn of events, then ignored it, and went about their business.
Whenever Kim or Nicole pass by Wellworth or Suddery Junction, they usually meet either Bill, Ben, or both with a train of clay trucks or tankers, or whenever BoCo is taking one of them to the works for some accident they caused at the Clay Pits. When they do, the tank engines would whistle a greeting, while the diesels would blast their horns in return. They also remember to honk a greeting at BoCo as well, for the aforementioned mysterious accident thing.
And I’m happy to say, there was never a mention about bees, demons, or any other sort of insult against the China Clay Twins ever again. Just ask Kim…
“...And I swear, if I see or hear you say anything mean about Bill or Ben again, I will pull your buffers off, and feed them to you! Both ways!” Kim screamed at Gordon, Henry, and anyone who had ever met the twins.
Yeah, don’t mess with Kim.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this insanity filled journey with our favorite Diesel Sisters and the "long-awaited" introduction of Bill and Ben to this series. Gawdry, I need more ideas. Just kidding, I love you all. See you all again when I have another story out!
Post by ThomasandMatt on May 28, 2017 16:06:54 GMT
New Lines and Old Bovines
One morning, the Small Controller walked up to the Arlesdale Railway sheds.
“Good morning, sir!” Rex called, “What brings you by?”
The Small Controller smiled. “Gentlemen…”
“...and Lady,” The Small Controller corrected himself. Sigrid of Arlesdale chuckled to herself. “I have news for you all.”
“What’s the news, sir?” Bert asked.
“The summer rush is slowly drawing nearer and nearer, so I need you all to be ready when it comes.” Said the Small Controller.
“Thanks for the warning, sir,” Frank stated, “but is this all the news you have for us?”
“Well, yes and no. I’m afraid that two of you will not be staying on this line for a few weeks.” The Small Controller continued.
“WHAT?!?!” The engines shouted.
“Oi! Would ye keep it down?! Saem of uz ur tryin’ tae sleep!” Douglas called from the big engine shed.
“...Anyways...if you’d let me finish, the both of you will not be staying, because you are going to a part of the Island for a ‘special project.’”
“What ‘special project?’” Mike asked.
“Why, to extend the line to Ulfstead!”
Toby woke with a start.
“Toby? You alright?” Percy yawned.
“Fine, just felt that sense of dread that soon I’m going to have to deal with several mini versions of Gordon, James, and Henry for the rest of my life.”
“Sir! Are you mad?!” Mike exclaimed incredulously.
“For once, I agree with Mike,” Rex added, “Sir, none of us can run a line of that length!”
“That’s why we’re going to upgrade Arlesdale to be a junction station, and build a new line alongside the road to Ulfstead. Already, a shed and coal and water facilities have been set up for you, and Ulfstead has already begun adding a new platform to the station there. I’m sure that the engines who work that line will be glad to meet you.”
“How long will this ‘special project’ take, sir?” Sigrid asked
“Only a few weeks, the workmen have already erected some of the rails outside of the city, in the direction of here.” The Small Controller continued. “But they need engines to help deliver some of the rails and ballast that most lorries can’t get to.”
The Arlesdale engines took the time to take in all of the news that was presented to them. For one, it would be nice to be able to go to a new place now and again, and, it would help gain more interest in their line.
“Sir, who will be the two engines that are going to Ulfstead?” Mike asked.
The lorry left the Transfer yard, as Mike watched it race off.
“Should have known that I was to be picked,” Mike groaned.
“Could be worse.” said the next engine as he was lowered onto the rails.
“How could it be worse?”
“I’m stuck with you for the better part of four weeks,” the engine replied.
“Oh, do be quiet, Frank! I want to be able to endure those next four weeks, without having a major migraine!!” Mike shouted.
“There we go again, you constantly yelling at me!” Frank cried. “Honestly, don’t you have anything better to do than argue with me daily?!”
“You fuel the passions of our arguments! Each day, you complain about only having one appearance in the Railway Series, and the only way you’re remembered is by some person on a film viewing website who gives you with an incredibly high pitched voice, and a stupidly inaccurate Wooden Railway model. And yet, everyone thinks this is how you are portrayed!”
“Well...you...you’re a red knock-off of James!” Frank shot back.
It seemed to everyone that the world had gone deadly silent. Toby, who had arrived, had heard the whole conversation, and he gasped. So did Henrietta. And the passengers. And the Workmen. And Lady and Proteus. And Gawdry.
Elsewhere, James was waiting at Cronk station, when he drew a pained expression. “Why do I get the feeling my name was used in the biggest insult of the century?”
“Your name is already an insult to all famous James’ in this century and the past.” Henry puffed as he passed with a goods train.
Meanwhile, back at Ulfstead…
For the rest of the day, neither Arlesdale engine spoke to each other. Mike took flatbeds of rails, sleepers, and ballast up and down the line, while Frank shunted the trucks for him, getting them ready for Mike when he returned with the empties. The tense atmosphere grew larger when the day’s work was over. Mike backed into the shed, which only had one road.
“Uhm, Mike?” Frank asked.
“The shed looks big enough to fit two engines at least. Do you think that maybe you can move a little further back?”
“Pah. What makes you think I’m going to sacrifice the roominess of the shed to a box?”
“Because I do not want to have a wet and cold seat for my driver, and I want to be able to start in the morning.”
Mike stared daggers at Frank. The diesel grew worried by this, but stood his ground.
Just then, Toby arrived to pick up the workmen. He was less than pleased to see the two still arguing.
“Mike, please let me in that shed!” Frank yelled.
“Not until you apologize!” Mike shot back.
At last, Toby lost patience. “Good grief! I have to put up with this with my two idiot friends, and at least they make up after a huge argument. From what I hear, you two also have arguments, correct?”
“Yeah?” The two engines replied.
“And you both almost always never make up until one or the other concedes the argument, or one of your other friends asks you to shut up?”
“So, therefore, you both can grow up to be metaphorically big engines, and learn to become actual true friends!” Toby summarized.
The two engines looked at each other, eyes narrowed. Then a small sound could be heard coming from Mike. It sounded like a grunt. Then the grunt turned into a small chuckle. The chuckle then became a laugh, which grew in magnitude. At that point, Mike began to laugh extremely hard. Frank soon joined in, doing almost the same thing as Mike, and began to laugh just as heartily.
Toby was confused, and a little scared. “What is going on here?”
“Did, heh heh, did you really think that we would make up as friends just like what you suggested?” Mike asked, still chuckling.
“Maybe?” Toby answered, still confused.
“Toby, this is how we do things. It’s kind of our dynamic!” Frank explained. “We have a huge argument, then one of us eventually apologizes, then we have a huge laugh about it, then we start all over again!”
“Just ask Duck and the others!” Mike added. “They have to put up with us all day, all year!”
“No, they just have to put up with you,” Frank said, still laughing.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mike asked.
This was the signal for Toby to leave, really quickly. Henrietta complained bitterly about it the next day.
At last, the extension was completed. The last nail was driven in, and both Mike and Frank rolled over the completed rail joint.
The Small Controller stepped up to the platform. “Excellent! Now, we need to take a few test runs along the line. I would like Mike to take the passenger, while Frank follows along with a maintenance train.”
Rex and Bert were proud of Mike. The Diesels on the railway were happy for Frank.
The next day, the first test run was a down passenger train with Mike. Mike reversed onto the coaches, waited for the guard’s whistle, then set off along the line.
Mike arrived at Arlesdale a little later. He looked at the volunteer passengers on the platform, who were keen to start the journey. He then noticed the Small Controller standing a little ways away from the crowd, talking with one of the special guests, the Fat Controller.
“Sir, I do hope this little test run goes well.” The Small Controller confided.
“Do not fret, Mr. Duncan! Trust me, this will be a successful run.” The Fat Controller reassured.
Mike had listened to the conversation. The Small Controller is relying on me to make this a good run. While I hate taking passenger trains with a passion, I mustn’t spoil it for him and the others.
Soon, the clock struck the hour, and the test run began. Mike puffed steadily forwards, so as not to rattle the passengers. Then, he left the junction platform, with a whistle from Bert, who had arrived with his own passenger train, Mike puffed away.
Meanwhile, a little further along the line, a farmer was taking a few of his cows to market via an old lorry. The lorry was not in great shape, but he insisted that it still runs like a dream.
He approached a crossing, and when his lorry hit the first bump, the latch holding the door of the lorry broke, and the door opened. The driver dismissed this as just a suspension issue, and continued on. However, the cows, not being as stupid as everyone thought they were, decided to jump out of the lorry, and graze near the odd brown field that hadn’t been there before. See? Not stupid at all.
Mike was actually beginning to enjoy his journey to Ulfstead. The sun was shining, the rails were clean and bright, the cows were grazing near the tracks…
“Wait, cows grazing near the tracks?!” Mike cried, looking ahead. There were the cows, chomping at the grass along the sleepers and ballast, while also standing on the rails.
The driver saw them too. He was thankful they were running ahead of schedule, so he applied the brakes, halting Mike just several feet away from the cows.
“Oh, this is just what I need!” Mike cried.
“Calm down, we’re not running behind on time.” Mike’s driver comforted, “We’ll get these silly cows moved quickly, then we’ll continue on our journey!”
And so, the driver, the guard, and several passengers, including the Small and Fat Controller’s, got up to move the cows. It was, well, hysterical.
First, the cows were too busy to notice the people trying to move them. The grass, to them, was really good. Plus, they had not had their breakfast, and were dragged onto the lorry on empty stomachs, which was hard to believe, because they have four stomachs.
Second, when the cows finally did notice, the people trying to move them were now subject to cranky bovines with a dissatisfied hunger. At first, one tried to chase the Fat Controller up and down the line, followed by the Small Controller, Mike’s driver, and the guard. Then, two other cows began licking Mike’s face, bringing back painful memories from the early years on the railway.
Eventually, the farmer, after realizing that he had lost his cows, drove back along the road, finding his cows, and the train.
After apologizing profusely to the passengers, Controller’s, and a very enraged Mike, the farmer managed to drive his cows back onto the lorry, this time, with a new latch attached to the back. He left with the cows, and Mike managed to get moving again, hoping to make up for lost time.
In a stroke of luck, the test train managed to arrive at Ulfstead on time, Toby having arrived a few minutes before.
“Well, the good news is you’re right on time!” Toby puffed.
“We’d have been early too!” Mike complained. “Had we not have been stopped by stupid cows!”
“Did you at least not lose your whistle?” Toby added.
For the rest of that day, Toby kept watching his back, hoping that the glare he received from Mike wouldn’t manifest itself anywhere else.
Mike returned home later that day, and received lots of congratulations from the others about the test run. He even heard a grunt from Frank.
The Small Controller, and the Fat Controller walked up to speak with the engines.
“Congratulations, Arlesdale Railway Engines!” The Fat Controller announced.
“Och, fur goodness sakes! Coods ye lit an engine hae some sleep?!” Douglas cried from the shed.
“Douglas, just go to sleep.” Duck groaned.
“...Anyways, congratulations, you have successfully branched out to two different Standard Gauge Branch Lines on this very island!” The Fat Controller finished.
“Now, obviously we need one or two engines to run that particular section of line, to run goods and passengers in between Arlesdale, and Ulfstead,” The Small Controller explained, “So, with that said, I believe that the two engines who helped to build the line should be the ones to run it!”
Mike and Frank gasped. “You mean…?” Mike asked.
“Yes, with Frank still being allowed to pull maintenance services along with the Blister Twins, the both of you will run the extension of the Arlesdale Railway!”
Mike and Frank, for once in a lifetime, cheered and exclaimed their happiness together, which everyone hoped that would give soon so they could go back to arguing like old times.
Now the two are kept very busy. Mike ferries goods and passengers along the extension from Arlesdale, to Ulfstead, and back again. Frank does what he can, balancing the goods work, and his Maintenance work as well.
In an astonishing turn of events, the two hardly argue, save for the occasional incident. They both realized that it was futile to argue each and every day, so they agreed to disagree on every subject matter, and got along. This helped tremendously.
Mike has even apologized to Toby about what happened that day. Toby forgave him, but to hear Percy or Thomas talking, Toby still wakes up in a cold sweat. But that’s another story…
Fun fact, there is another station instead of the junction at the castle, on Toby's Branch Line. I basically looked at the map, saw it there, and then noticed how close Arlesdale was to Ulfstead, and thought, "Why not?" Now we have another Standard Gauge line connecting to the Arlesdale Railway. Well, I hope you enjoyed this little jaunt along the Arlesdale Railway, and love the idea of an extension to Ulfstead.
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