27.01.06

"Cinders and ash's" exclaimed Thomas as he rounded the track heading towards the station.

He was in a hurry to get his trucks to the depot and in the rush forgotten to slow at the corner!

What made things worse was that his passengers, The Wiggles, were making a racket with their music and that god damn Captain Feather Sword was tickling his turret of all things. Thomas didn't like his turret being tickled; this was something that he only let Percy do in the privacy of the sheds.

With all of this going on Thomas was not able to apply the breaks in time.

The carriage carrying The Wiggles de-coupled and shot off the tracks, careened into the station platform and instantly killed all the members of children's group Hi-Five. The Wiggles were then consumed by the fire that spread through the carriage, in their last dying moments they were heard singing the "Master Pasta Maker" song. Captain Feather Sword attempted to jump clear but was dragged back in by Henry the Octopus, he never liked the Feathered Pirate and was not about to become tempenaki without him. Dorothy The Dinosaur and Wags The Dog were luckily thrown clear but Dorothy was shot dead by a local farmer affected by mad cow’s disease and Wags went back into the fiery carriage as he thought it was a game.

Seeing all of this was almost too much for Thomas.

He slowly pulled up to the platform where The Fat Controller was standing.

"You are not a very useful engine!" shouted The Fat Controller,

"You have caused much confusion and delay!"

Thomas did not think that he should be spoken to like this, nether did Sméagol

"He's trying to keep our preciousss" Sméagol said

"We'ss not trust the stupid fat hobbit"

"But he's not a hobbit" weakly replied Thomas

"And he has looked after our polish for years" he added

"We'ss look after us selves, I look after Thomas" Sméagol's voice and determination boomed in Thomas's funnel.

"We'ss takes our precious back today!" he screamed

And the last thing The Fat Controller saw was a misshapen conductor he thought he had fired many years before, come at him with a coal shovel.

Thomas never really knew what the ‘precious’ was that Sméagol retrieved off of The Fat Controller but whatever it was it seemed to settle him. Sméagol had taken to humming to himself at night (the only time they could come out and use the tracks being hunted and all) and would occasionally sing about Sparky and his left front wheel.



The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and the 6ft White Wabbit.