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[stories-of-the-nrm]

Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 10

Narrator: It's now Scott's birthday. Everyone close to him stops by the hospital throughout the day. Even Gordon was able to visit bringing his final train of the day.

Gordon: Happy birthday, brother.

(Scott's surprised to see him).

Scott: Gordon. You were able to visit me.

Gordon: I just pulled my final train for the day. Sir Topham Hatt has been mindful of my age lately.

Scott: Is something wrong?

(Gordon shakes his head).

Gordon: Oh nothing to trouble you. As I reach 90 I'm due for a partial overhaul myself. I am after all still the pride of our island's passenger service.

Scott: Indeed brother. I'm so glad you have had the length of service that you have.

Gordon: So do I but enough about me. Today is your birthday and on my way here, I stopped by a quaint bakery.

(He reveals the box from behind his back).

Scott: Gordon. Are those profiteroles?

Gordon: Happy birthday, Scott.

(Scott is speechless as he opens the box).

Scott: How were you able to pay for these?

Gordon: Once I was told by Sir Topham Hatt that I will have a shortened schedule, my crew had given me £20 so I can buy you something. Knowing that you have certain... habits, I thought a box of profiteroles will suit you well.

Scott: How could I not? These were one of the first things I've ever tasted. I'm surprised you'd remember such a thing.

(Gordon laughs).

Gordon: It isn't hard to remember your love of food when it seems to be one of the only non-engine related things on your mind.

Scott: You're right. Ever since the LNER established a tea service on our passenger trains, food always fascinated me. To this day, I sincerely believe I used to be human with how fond I am of food.

Gordon: Then go ahead and tuck in.

(Scott nods and takes his first profiterole).

Scott: Hmm. Delicious, Gordon. But I must say, I wish it could be warm like that apple turnover Gary and George brought me for breakfast.

Gordon: Turnov- you mean you have been indulging all day?

(Scott looks up and can only sheepishly chuckle).

Gordon: Of course you have.

Scott: Everyone has been doing a splendid job of making me feel celebrated today. Why even Mr. Scott stopped by this morning with a gift.

Gordon: He did? What did he bring?

(Scott picks up a small box and opens it).

Scott: This is a mobile phone. He called it a Blackberry.

(Gordon looks at the phone).

Gordon: Ah yes I have some familiarity with this device. They seem to be popular amongst travelers these days.

Scott: Well I certainly thought it was nice if I'm to be cooped up here in this hospital.

(Gordon groans).

Gordon: With all this time having passed surely, your overhaul will have made progress.

Scott: Oh I believe it has. Why when Mr. Scott dropped off this phone he couldn't stay due to expecting a phone call with the engineer team. In fact I have a feeling he might be talking with them as we speak.

(Cut to Mr. Scott's office at the museum about four months later).

Mr. Scott: What do you mean there's faulty welding? Look I. I know your focus was on the vacuum breaking, but this is the firebox. You had that boiler and firebox bolted into place since February.

(There's talking on the phone as he sighs).

Mr. Scott: You mean to tell me that this is just now being examined? The boiler was one of the biggest issues this engine has had since the beginning. Surely this should have been discovered as soon as you received it?

(More chatter on the phone).

Mr. Scott: Alright, good bye.

(He hangs up and grabs the phone on his desk).

Mr. Scott: Ms. Preston get a spokesperson in my office.

Ms. Preston: Yes sir, Mr. Scott.

(He sets down the phone and sighs).

Mr. Scott: And the boys wonder why I don't disclose everything to Scott.

Narrator: Andrew Scott reflects back to the beginning of the year when the Save Our Scotsman campaign was announced. He had to engage with the public to make up for the costs in the Flying Scotsman's overhaul. He never told Scott that this was happening to avoid burdening him.

(There's a knock on the door).

Mr. Scott: Come in.

(A spokesperson with a PDA comes in).

Mr Scott: Ah, William. Sit down please.

(He sits down in the chair by Mr. Scott's desk).

William: You wanted to see me sir?

Mr. Scott: Record me when I say the following.

(William turns on the recorder and indicates to Mr. Scott to continue).

I have just finished a phone call with the engineers at Riley & Son. They revealed to me that after the delivery of the newly built A3 boiler, faulty welding was discovered within the inner firebox. As a result I will be looking for an independently organized NDT. For those not familiar with the term, it is a test to determine the if there are any faults with the welding that are unseen by the human eye. Given the importance a firebox has to an engine, it is imperative that it is built correct. Failure to do so can result in possible hazard. Therefore, thorough testing is a process I deem mandatory in this case. While our original hope was to complete this overhaul by the end of this year, those plans are now in jeopardy. I will be in further talks with our engineering team to discuss all options and will provide an update as soon as a conclusion is made.

(He nods to William to turn off the recorder).

William: What does this mean sir?

Mr. Scott: It means we have once again hit a set back. A set back that will cost us money and time that we are sorely running out of. If we continue to suffer set backs like this, I can't rule out the possibility of personnel changes.

William: Is this statement to be submitted intact to the press.

(Mr. Scott nods).

Mr. Scott: Our patrons and donors deserve to know. They're a big reason behind this project even lasting this long.

William: Yes sir.

(He gets up to leave with his recorder).

Mr. Scott: Dear oh dear what a mess this has become. Scott will likely have to be put under again which raises another set of concerns. I myself might have to retire with how long I've served.

(He rubs his face and thinks about Scott's admiring the Blackberry he was gifted).

Mr. Scott: At least he had a lovely birthday before I break this to him.

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[stories-of-the-nrm]

The Great Race Part 9

(Annie and Clarabel are still at Maron).

Annie: That Thomas is going to be in a lot of trouble when he returns for us.

Clarabel: You're right, Annie. Just because Henry's driver was hospitalized doesn't make it right for Thomas to just abandon us in the middle of nowhere.

Narrator: It doesn't take long for passengers waiting to leave Maron to complain.

Passenger 1: Where is our train?

Passenger 2: Unbelieveable!

Passenger 3: This is a terrible railway!

(The Stationmaster tries to calm everyone down).

Stationmaster: Ladies and gentlemen I'm extremely sorry for the inconvenience. We're currently phoning for another engine.

(Cut to the station in Vicarstown).

Narrator: Work in Vicarstown has halted as the bridge to the Mainland is still under repairs. With no more work to do, Ashima was given the task to take the train.

(Ashima arrives at Maron). Ashima: Hey, aren't you two Thomas' coaches? Annie: Yes we are. Or at least we were. Clarabel: He left us here on this siding and never came back for us. Ashima: Well I was asked to pull your train since I no longer have work to do at Vicarstown.

(The stationmaster quickly orchestrates for the passenger train to leave).

Ashima: Will you ladies let me know how to get to our stop. I'm still not very familiar with this island.

Annie: Of course we will dear. (Actions occur as narrator is speaking.) Narrator: So Ashima took Annie and Clarabel out of Maron and they showed her Thomas' branch line while they drop off passengers. (Fade into the hospital where we see Jack still peacefully asleep. We cut to Henry who fell asleep in his chair barely holding Jack's hand. Cut to a wide screen shot of the room where we can see a man wearing blue looking in the room. We cut to where we can see that the man is Gordon. He watches as both Henry and Jack sleep in their spots.) Gordon(chuckles): Sleep well now, you two. (He leaves and we fade to see Sir Topham Hatt walking up to James and Emily at Tidmouth Sheds.) Emily: I think you should tell him, James. James: Alright. I will, Emily. Sir Topham Hatt: Tell me what, James? James: Well sir, myself and Emily were talking about how if there was a competition for who had the best paintwork, we should be picked. So I wanted to ask if you could... well... pick us. To go the Great Railway Show.

(He strokes his chin). Sir Topham Hatt: Hmm. Well James and Emily you both have luck on your side. That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you two about. After some consideration, I have decided that the both of you are going to be repainted for the Best Decorated Engine Competition. With Vicarstown being shut down, I'm sure you noticed your work load has been reduced. If I were to pick engines to participate it will have to be those who can afford to miss performing their regular duties. James: Oh thank you, sir. Finally, someone who appreciates my good looks. Sir Topham Hatt: Don't go bragging, James. Anyway, you and Emily must go to Steam Works to be painted. Right away. Emily: Yes, sir. James: Oh. Yes, sir.

(He blows his whistle and they both leave). Sir Topham Hatt: Now to find Thomas and tell him my plans for him. (We fade to Thomas rushing to find Annie and Clarabel in his engine form.) Thomas: Sir, have you seen my coaches?

(The stationmaster dabs his forehead).

Stationmaster: Yes, the lost engine Ashima took the train once you failed to arrive on time.

(Before he can say more, Thomas speeds off to Maithwaite).

Narrator: After following his branchline, Thomas sees the back of Clarabel.

Thomas: ASHIMA!!!

Annie and Clarabel(furiously): THOMAS!!!

(Ashima, Annie and Clarabel arrive at the Mathwite Station, while the angry Thomas catches up and toots furiously at them while Annie and Clarabel is shocked when Thomas had done it.)

Thomas: What is it with you foreign engines and taking coaches that don't belong to you?! Those are my coaches!

Clarabel: YOUR COACHES, THOMAS!!?? WE'RE NOT YOUR COACHES, WE ARE OWN COACHES!!! AREN'T WE, ANNIE?!

Annie: QUITE RIGHT, DEAR!! AND WHAT WAS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU HAD TO RUSH OFF LIKE THAT, THOMAS!!!!????!!!! LEAVING US ON THE SIDING IN...

Clarabel: IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!!!!

Thomas: I just... I'm sorry, but you heard what Edward said. Jack-

(The conductor blew his whistle)

Annie: Come on, Ashima. Let's get going.

(Ashima blows her whistle and she left with Annie and Clarabel who are still furious with Thomas.)

Thomas: I wanted to see if Jack was alright.

(Ashima chuffs down the line, with Annie and Clarabel. Thomas follows them.)

Ashima: I was only asked by the Stationmaster at Vicarstown to respond to a call from Maron. I was just trying to help in anyway I can.

(Thomas sighs).

Thomas: I thought that Jack was really sick because he's been staying up for days trying to streamline Gordon.

Ashima: What do you mean, Thomas? You mean, for the Great Railway Show?

Thomas: Well, yes. Sort of.

(Ashima giggles).

Ashima: You are a very caring little tank engine! I think you need to relax.

Thomas: I'm sorry I yelled at you Ashima.

Ashima: I forgive you Thomas.

(They stop at a red signal).

Ashima: Do you want to learn about my railway in India?

Thomas: Sure I do.

Ashima: So I am from the Nilgiri Mountain Railway which operates a rack and pinion track between Mettupalayam and Coonoor.

(Thomas looks confused).

Thomas: Where's that in India?

Ashima: Our railway is in the southernmost state of India called Tamil Nadu. That means land of the Tamil which is a group of people who speak Tamil.

Thomas: Wow.

Narrator: Thomas and Ashima talk the whole trip until they reach the station.

(They arrive at Knapford station.) Thomas: So Ashima, what are you doing in the Great Railway Show? Ashima: Oh, I was just about to ask if you were going. I'm going to be in the shunting competition. Thomas: Really? They have a shunting competition? I'm going to ask Sir Topham Hatt if I can compete right away. Thank you, Ashima. Bye. (So Thomas went back to Tidmouth Sheds and found Sir Topham Hatt speaking to his engines.) Sir Topham Hatt: Oh, there you are, Thomas? I was just about to ask you if you would like to be in the shunting competition. Thomas: Oh, yes sir of course I would. (Notices Gordon, James and Emily are not there at the sheds.) Thomas: Um, sir where are the others? Sir Topham Hatt: Oh yes, Gordon is set to be streamlined for the race and for James and Emily to be repainted for the Best Decorated Engine competition. Thomas: So, Jack's designs are actually going to be used? Sir Topham Hatt: Of course they will, Thomas. I must say I was rather impressed with the work that was already put into Gordon's designs. Those blueprints already saved our men at the Steamworks days of work that they can use to gather the parts needed. Thomas: How long will Jack be in the hospital, sir? Sir Topham Hatt: I'm not sure, Thomas. All I know is that Jack needs some rest and can afford to what with his cumulative total of about a year's worth of vacation days. Thomas: Oh, okay. I hope Jack can get out of the hospital in time for the Great Railway Show. Uh, sir? Can Henry participate in the show? Sir Topham Hatt: I'm not sure, yet. If Henry wants to participate, he'll need Jack to operate his engine. And that all depends on when Jack can get out of the hospital. Thomas: Very well, sir. Thank you. Good night. Sir Topham Hatt: Good night, Thomas.

(He leaves for the night as Thomas quickly falls asleep).

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[stories-of-the-nrm]

80th Anniversary

Ladies and gentlemen.

We got it.

After 42 years from it's original production date, we finally have a fully restored version of the pilot.

Granted some scenes might be pulled from the official episode due to it being unsalvageable and the soundtrack is fully new, but this is the original Ringo Starr narration.

The models have somewhat different looks and the faces are different as well. Gordon in particular looks so much younger in the pilot. I actually prefer this version of his face as it reflects how Gordon is technically younger than Thomas.

And the tribute to Britt Allcroft at the end was so sweet. It's sad too as that would mean of the original production's main 3, Ringo is the last one left. I can't believe how uncanny it is for him to be so important to this franchise when he originally didn't have much of a connection to the books. How would things change if he ultimately said no? Would the show still be a success if they were able to find someone else to narrate?

This was such a big win to the lost media community. There are still several projects out there that need a confirmed status. If you're interested in learning more I highly suggest searching topics here.

If you manage to find any additional clues or get in contact with someone involved, I would love to see a reblog about it.

Cheers to 80 years of this franchise!

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Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 9

(Gary pats Scott's hand).

Gary: Steady old boy. It's February.

(Scott tries to speak groggily).

Scott: My boiler?

George: Being fitted now for a trial.

(Scott takes a breath).

Scott: I can breathe better.

Gary: That's wonderful. If all goes well, you can finally get back into your body.

Scott: Thank you.

(He looks at the iv in his arm).

Scott: What's this?

George: Don't touch that. You've been given painkillers to make this whole experience more bearable.

(He leans back in bed).

Scott: To think. I've been asleep. For only a couple of months.

(There's a long pause).

Gary: Scott. What year is this?

(He takes a breath).

Scott: You mentioned February. That means it must. Be my birthday soon. In 2008.

(Everyone looks at each other).

George: Well yes. Your birthday will be coming up soon. But it hasn't only been a couple months.

Gary: He's right mate. This is 2009, about 18 months since work stopped on your boiler.

(Scott looks at the two and lets the birthday card from Gordon fall out of his hands. In a state of shock he sounds strangely American).

Scott: Well that sucks.

(They all chuckle).

Mr. Scott: I understand the confusion. However we did make quite a bit of progress. It isn't quite the same as a steam test, but you can breathe yes?

(Scott tries to breathe).

Scott: Not as my original form. But it is better.

(Mr. Scott hands over the phone).

Mr. Scott: I have Sir Topham Hatt on the phone for you. Gordon wasn't able to make it today.

(Scott takes the phone).

Scott: Thank you sir.

(Everyone leaves the room while Scott talks).

George: Is there a specific reason behind the refitting happening now, sir?

Mr. Scott: There are talks of another Railfest. I'm sure you are aware of the latest Peppercorn completing her first passenger trip on the Main Line.

Gary: Yes. Isn't she to be officially named by the Crown Prince?

Mr. Scott: Indeed. On the 19th. Hence, the talk of showcasing her at an official exhibition. My hope is to have Scott be in a relatively suitable position to appear.

(They sit down in the waiting area).

Mr. Scott: The money put into Scott's overhaul has been. Astronomically high. Railfest will prove to be a great opportunity to recoup some of our losses.

George: How so?

Mr. Scott: Depending on the engines available, the plan is to construct a roster of record breakers.

Gary: And Scott would be one of them as the first official engine to go 100 mph.

(They take a moment to reflect that revelation).

George: How much time would we have before then?

Mr. Scott: I don't know as we are still in initial talks. Given the numerous delays, I have no idea how much longer this will take. My hope is that we will have at least a couple more months of progress while Scott is awake.

(There is a moment of silence).

Mr. Scott: I best be going now. Until I get further notice, just do your best to keep things normal.

Gary: Yes sir.

George: His birthday will be coming up soon so we'll celebrate in his room.

Mr. Scott: Good. Now to get my phone back.

(He goes to collect his phone as Scott hangs up with Sir Topham Hatt).

Scott: Thank you for letting me. Borrow your.

(He looks at the phone).

Scott: No-kia.

Mr. Scott: You are most welcome.

(He leaves the room as Gary and George sit back then).

George: Hey mate. How are things?

Scott: I'm still in pain. But with this... tube I find it to be more bearable.

George: That's good. We we're thinking about how to celebrate your birthday this year.

Scott: Splendid, I would love to hear it.

(George turns to Gary).

Gary: Well. We of course have to follow your care team's orders. And you have to go through some testing to see how you're doing.

Scott: Ah yes. With it still being February, I can admit to not being up to any outdoor activities.

Gary: But if your doctor says it's alright, we might be able to tuck into a treacle tart.

(Scott's eyes light up).

Scott: Oh that will be glorious.

Narrator: The next few days were uneventful until the day of the Peppercorn's naming ceremony.

(Gary turns the tv on).

Announcer: What a lovely day in York as we bring you to the station where His Royal Highness, Prince Charles of Wales and the Duchess of Cornwall are slated to name the latest creation in British Rail history. We have on field reporter Harry just outside the station. Harry, how would you describe this morning crowd?

(Scott turns to George).

Scott: Latest creation? Have I missed something, gentlemen?

(George takes a breath).

George: You are familiar with the A1 Steam Locomotive Trust correct?

Scott: Why yes, I am. They attempted to use my redundant second tender for their new engine. The last I had heard was that it was meant to be a Peppercorn worth over a million pounds.

George: Well, they finished the engine while you were asleep and officially completed a run on the Main Line.

(Scott's eyes widen).

Scott: This is wonderful news!

(Gary and George look at each other).

Gary: It is?

Scott: Of course. I'm aware you gentlemen would not have been alive for this, but the Peppercorn Class were top of the line passenger trains immediately after the war. Why my own brother mentored the young engines as they were being tested.

Gary: I didn't know Gordon took special trips to mentor.

(Scott's mood sours).

Scott: Gordon was not who I was referring to. While it is true he is my brother, please keep in mind that I have had a plethora of siblings. My immediate eldest brother was Great Northern. He was the pride of that class and by Gresley he was the best performing. It was an absolute devastation for an engine of his caliber to be scrapped.

Gary: I'm sure it was old boy. But given that this engine was completed well before your own repairs using similar resources, how is this wonderful news.

Scott: You have no idea what it would mean for me to see another steam engine in operative condition these days.

George: Hold that chatter, they're showing Prince Charles.

(The crowd on tv cheers as the Prince begins his speech).

It clearly is wonderful that so many volunteers and enthusiasts have put so much time and effort and sheer love into building this incredible locomotive. I have nothing but the greatest admiration for the team of people who for the last 19 years have been doing their utmost to produce this remarkable achievement. A tribute I think to all those incredible British engineering skills, which have made this country so famous. It clearly is wonderful that so many volunteers and enthusiasts have put so much time and effort and sheer love into building this incredible locomotive. What gives me even greater pride and pleasure is the fact that I’m exactly the same age as the A1 Locomotive - 1948 - a very good vintage I promise you. I think also this locomotive is a great tribute to Arthur Peppercorn and his original design. He was the last Chief Mechanical Engineer of the London and North East Railway and the wonderful thing is that his widow Mrs Dorothy Mather, is here today as President of the A1 Trust. I’m sure she shares equally in my delight to see the birth of the fiftieth A1 locomotive. So ladies and gentlemen after a wonderful tribute to the commitment and hard work of the A1 Trust and its army of voluntary supporters over the past 19 years, to whom we owe the greatest possible debt of gratitude, the steam engine has been returned to the British mainline and will again serve as an iconic and inspirational symbol of Britain. And as someone who remembers the days of steam engines so well, this really is a special day. Now Ladies and Gentlemen, my wife and I would like to declare that this engine is named ‘Tornado’. May God Bless all who are lucky enough to locomote behind her.

(Scott claps as Tornado's face is revealed to the public as a female engine).

Scott: What a perfect name to honor the RAF fighter forces from the decade prior and the original Peppercorn's history as a speedy passenger train.

Gary: Scott can you please elaborate on why you view this so positively?

(He stops clapping and turns to Gary).

Scott: Yes of course. For an older engine like myself to survive the Beeching Cuts, dieselisation, and my own withdrawal from service. I had seen practically my entire family disappear with only memories that remain. The days of steam appeared to be completely over and that it was by sheer luck that I was spared.

(He takes a breath).

Scott: I can understand the frustration that my. Overhaul has not come to plan, but I don't hold any ill will to this young engine. She is clearly a product of well intentioned, and highly focused individuals dedicated to steam history.

(He looks at the tv and sees how excited and nervous Tornado is).

Scott: Perhaps, this will finally be my purpose for being saved. The pressures of being the media darling in the steam world are something I'm very familiar with. She needs a mentor. And I believe I can serve that role once I'm in better condition.

(George turns the tv off).

George: You will old boy. One day.

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[stories-of-the-nrm]

It's official. This is a news obituary stating she died December 27th. The news just didn't drop until today (January 3rd).

It all feels so sudden. I can't even imagine what this fandom will be like one day when it's eventually Ringo Starr's turn. He's now the last member of the original creative trio and mark the end of an era.

Thanks for tagging me @gold-dust599.

BRIT ALCROFT PASSED AWAY.

This isn't a joke!

The legend that made our childhoods is now laying to rest. She did something legendary that changed the lives of millions. Rest in peace Britt. You deserve it.

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James, Emily & The Black Loch Monster

It was a bright day on the Island of Sodor. James and Emily were resting by the water tower when Sir Topham Hatt arrives.

"James and Emily. I am opening a branch line up in Misty Valley. You are both to travel up to Callan. Lord Callan will be there to give you your assignments."

They both say yes sir and start heading to Killdane Station where they turned around to head north to Callan Station.

"I hope the line has a splendid view. My passengers will certainly enjoy that."

"Your passengers? How do you know you'll be pulling passengers?"

James sighs.

"Emily. Emily. Emily. Isn't it obvious? I'm a splendid red engine. Someone like me would naturally pull passengers."

Emily rolls her eyes as they arrive. Lord Callan is waiting there.

"Thank you for coming. I would like to try you both out on two jobs. Because this is a small village, I will have one passenger train to Black Loch and one freight train dedicated to delivering flour for our bakery. James today you will be taking passengers while Emily delivers the flour. You will be switching duties every day for one week."

"Yes sir."

"Now then James. Your first train will be departing in 15 minutes."

"I'm on my way sir."

James puffs away to collect his coaches.

"Emily, you may go to the flour mill and start shunting trucks for your first delivery."

"Yes sir."

She whistles as she goes to the flour mill in Suddery.

"All I need to do is shunt some trucks and take the train back to Callan Station. This flour delivery should be easy."

Sure enough the flour delivery was smooth as silk. Emily rests in a siding when James returns from his passenger duties.

"Hello James. You look worried."

"Oh Emily. It was awful. I just saw a monster."

Emily stifles a laugh.

"What?"

"There was a landslide that made me stop. I was right by the lake when I saw it. My passengers called it the Black Loch Monster."

"Oh James you must have been seeing things. There are no such things as monsters."

Try as he might, James couldn't convince Emily that such a monster exists. Even the next day Emily still doesn't believe him.

"James think logically. Lord Callan lives up at the castle. If anyone would know about what lives in the lake, it would be him. There's no way he would have us take passengers if it was dangerous."

It suddenly begins to rain.

"Just be careful, Emily. You might think I'm exaggerating about the monster, but I'm not exaggerating about the landslide. With this rain there'll be one for sure."

Emily toots her whistle as she pulls away with her passenger train.

"We'll be watching for landslides I can guarantee you that."

And they do. As they near the lake, rumbling noises can be heard.

"We're slowing down Emily. It's best to be stuck on this side so our passengers can at least be taken back to the station."

It was the right thing to do as the rumbling get louder. Some of her passengers scream as there's a rockslide only a few feet in front of her.

"Phew. Good thing James warned us about the area."

Then Emily can hear some of her passengers pointing at the water.

"What are those black lups in the water?"

"Is it a monster?"

Emily starts to feel nervous after remembering what James said.

"Oh no! There is a Black Loch monster."

Emily shuts her eyes in horror. Then she hears cameras going off.

"That's not a monster. It's a family of seals."

Emily opens her eyes. Sure enough there's a few seals sitting on some rocks.

"James tricked me. Why would he do that?!"

Her driver soothes Emily.

"It was a harmless joke. Anyone could mistake seals for something else in this weather."

After spending a couple hours admiring the view, Emily tries to reverse back to Callan Station. All of her passengers approach Lord Callan about the trip as Emily rests in a siding.

"You were right about the landslides James. Driver stopped once we heard rumbling noises."

"Did you see the monster?"

Emily groans.

"You know exactly what they are."

"Seals? Well... yes, I knew it was a family of seals. I was only joking with you. I'm sorry, Emily."

Lord Callan approaches them.

"I was just informed about the landslide and your discovery. Tomorrow, I will be canceling the passenger services. James you will be taking a surveying crew in the morning to the site of the landslide. If the line continues to be at risk, I'll have to consider adjusting the route or closing it."

"Yes sir. What time will the crew arrive at Callan Station?"

He pulls out his time table.

"Donald will be arriving at 7 am. I would like to follow our regular schedule so you will be taking them to the site at 8 am."

"Yes sir."

He turns to Emily.

"Emily you will be following our regular schedule for our flour service. When you are done, I should have an invoice of supplies the crew will need to clear the area. We weren't so fortunate this time as we were yesterday where James simply pushed through."

"Yes sir. Where will I be going to collect the supplies?"

"Depending on what's on the invoice, you might have to travel the island. I will provide you more details when you return by noon. Until then, you can return to your shed for the night."

They both toot their whistles and leave the station.

"What do you think will happen regarding the landslide site?"

"I don't know James. It can't be just a coincidence for both of us to get stuck only 24 hours apart."

"I hope there won't be another one tomorrow. We could be trapped for who knows how long."

Once they arrive at the sheds they try to settle in for the night. After a day of cleaning up the site, Emily spends the next day taking the crew up and down the line.

"Thank you for your help, Emily. I should let you and James know what your duties will be in the morning. I have a lot to discuss with the surveying crew."

"Yes sir."

While resting in a siding, James, having been dusted off the flour, arrived to see Emily.

"Hello James. You look cross."

"It was windy today, Emily. That makes for very dusty work. The miller said I was like a baguette with wheels!"

She chuckles.

"But at least your work doesn't go to waste. The surveying crew appreciate the sandwiches they were able to get from your delivery."

"Yes that's true."

Once the line is cleared for service, Emily takes her first passenger train. To her dismay some workmen are clearing out the pile of rocks by the lake. Even her passengers look sad.

"Such a shame they have to take out the rocks so the track can be further away from the ledge."

"Those poor seals. I hope they won't be disturbed too much because of this."

Sure enough her passengers return disappointed.

"I couldn't get a single picture of the seals."

"I know. All you could see were some black lumps way off in the distance."

Emily feels like she let her passengers down. She decides to talk with Lord Callan.

"Excuse me my Lord, can I talk to you?"

"Of course, Emily. How was your passenger train?"

"The trip itself was uneventful, sir. My passengers though were very unhappy that the workmen were taking the rocks out of the lake."

He strokes his beard.

"Yes this was a cost effective method to continue passenger services without having to reroute the line."

"But if I may say so my Lord, the passengers seem to enjoy taking pictures of the seals resting on the rocks. I saw a lot more cameras today than my other trains."

He sighs.

"I understand your concerns. I assure you that I will be working with zoologists so we can continue our project without causing permanent damage to my lake. I'm well aware of the importance in scenery."

"Yes sir."

"In the meantime, thank you for the update. I will be posting notices so our passengers concerns are addressed. This project will take time to complete. Patience from all parties must be exercised."

The telephone rings inside the station.

"That must be the zoologists now. You may rest, Emily."

"Thank you, sir."

The next day, James pulls up to the station and sees people with signs. While there fortunately weren't any riots, Lord Callan looked displeased.

"James do you mind telling me what those signs were about?"

"Yes, my Lord. Some university students were advocating against seal hunting. There were only peaceful protests as they waved their signs in front of the castle."

Lord Callan shakes his head.

"Things will only get out of hand once activists get involved. I know a lot of them mean well, but they must understand that this can't be done over night."

"Sir?"

He looks up.

"Thank you, James. I believe some time soon you will be transporting some members of Parliament. Perhaps then we'll get something settled."

"Yes sir."

After many protests, Lord Callan finally announces the Conservation of Seals Act.

"This law is to provide for the protection and conservation of seals in England and Wales and Scotland and in the adjacent territorial waters. That makes it illegal to cruelly remove or kill seals."

The crowd cheers. To the protestors, their voices have been heard. The seals will be safe now that the rocks will be moved to the other side of the lake closer to the castle.

"Lord Callan looks very pleased."

"I can see why, James. Now that the seals are safe, tourists won't have to worry about anymore protestors."

And they were. With more trains scheduled than Lord Callan expected, he makes a very important decision.

"Well Emily, I would like to ask how you feel about the latest passenger service."

"Oh it's lovely. The passengers love the view of the seals by your castle."

"Splendid. Now how would you like to pull the passenger train permanently?"

Emily is pleased of course, but she also knows the same could be said for James.

"Oh it would be an honor. But if it's alright with you my Lord, James enjoys pulling passengers, really."

"I see. In that case, I want you to show him the surprise I have tomorrow morning ahead of his passenger train."

"Yes sir."

She returns to the shed. The next morning she wakes James up early.

"Come on, James. Wake up."

"What? You wanted to show me something, Emily?"

"Yes. Lord Callan has a surprise that I know you'll like."

James follows Emily and is surprised to see a set of brand new coaches painted in Lord Callan's colors.

"Oh. So shiny."

Lord Callan arrives.

"Yes with the proceeds from the first week of passenger trains, I was able to buy a special set of coaches. I also decided to give you both the job of pulling trains. Donald and Douglas will be handling my flour delivery during busy season."

"Oh thank you so much, my Lord. It really is an honor."

He laughs as the two engines get their work day started. None of this would've happened if it wasn't for the "Black Loch Monster".

AN: Thank you @postmodernpre-grouping for requesting this. I like to think these engines have a genuine impact on the world around them. Lord Callan is nobility after all and the then Prince Charles was known for his environmentalism.

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and @colaxcoco.

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Happy Tumblrversary!

Hope to provide more stories next year.

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The Great Race Part 8

Narrator: After a dramatic rush to the hospital, Sir Topham Hatt, arrives.

(Fade into a hospital room. We see Jack's face, currently asleep. We pan out to find Gordon in human form sitting in a chair, looking very concerned. Henry is on the couch against the wall after fainting.)

Sir Topham Hatt: Gordon, why was Jack in your shed surrounded by piles of metal and blueprints?

Gordon: It's all my fault, sir. I wanted you to pick for the race in the Great Railway Show. Since my brother's going to be in the race too, I wanted to become streamlined so that I can show him that I can go fast too. Thomas at first was the only one that knew, so he started thinking of ideas on how to help me. His idea was to streamline me, but we didn't want to ask you because we were afraid that you would say no. Since we knew that Jack once worked at Crewe where he fixed Henry, we thought he would be able to make blueprints for my streamlined design.

(Sir Topham Hat groans).

Sir Topham Hatt: Dear, oh dear, Gordon. Why didn't you ask me? I was going to pick for the race anyway.

Gordon: I don't know, sir. I didn't want to make such a proposal without having a plan in place. I know how much time, effort and money would have to go into these changes. I simply didn't want to bother you unless we had something that would work.

Sir Topham Hatt: I understand, Gordon. Although I do wish that would have come to me sooner so that we could have avoided this accident.

Gordon: Thank you, sir. Though, I do have one question. Jack's designs, so he won't wake feeling like he wasted his time for nothing, are they at least usable?

Sir Topham Hatt: Yes, I've taken the liberty to send the blueprints over to the engineers tasked to do this. Given the situation, they have found them to be adequate enough to work.

(Gordon sighs in relief).

Gordon: Oh, thank you, sir. Jack will certainly like to hear that.

Sir Topham Hatt: Indeed. Now then I must be going. Once Henry wakes up, I want both of you to be heading back to your engines. After all, we still have a railway to run.

Gordon: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

(Sir Topham Hatt leaves and we fade back to Thomas. He's pulling Annie and Clarabel as they arrive at Maron station. Edward is there to wait for him.)

Thomas: Hello Edward, you look upset. What happened?

Edward: Hello, Thomas. I'm surprised you haven't heard. Jack's in the hospital. He collapsed this morning in the sheds.

Thomas: What?! Is he alright, I have to see him!

(He goes to leave Annie and Clarabel on a siding.)

All: Thomas, where are you going?

Thomas: Sorry everyone but this is important!

(He rushes off into the distance and we fade back to the hospital.)

Narrator: Henry's still asleep while Gordon watches on. Jack's sleeping peacefully, but Henry started to become very restless. He was muttering things in his sleep. Gordon tried to wake him up, but he got so scared that he fell off the couch.

Henry: Jack. 

Gordon: Henry, are you alright?

Henry: Jack!

(He rushes over to Jack).

Gordon: Easy, Henry. Your antics are going to disturb Jack. He needs his rest.

(Henry calms down after taking a deep breath).

Henry: I know, Gordon. It's just that I feel guilty for pressuring him into this. I should've known better.

(Gordon sits back down in the chair).

Gordon: Why do you say that you should have known better?

(Henry rubs his face).

Henry: Back when we were at Crewe. Jack worked tirelessly to put me back together.

Gordon: And he worked himself to exhaustion?

(Henry nods).

Henry: One day he was using a welder's torch. After 48 hours of no sleep he collapsed.

(Henry takes a breath).

Henry: It burned both his hands so bad that to this day, he refuses to take off his gloves in front of others.

(Gordon nods).

Gordon: So you feel guilty for encouraging him to engage in harmful behavior?

Henry: Of course I do. I already saw what working too hard did to him and I asked him to do this for you anyway.

(Gordon sighs and stands up).

Gordon: Well I was asked by Sir Topham Hatt to return to my engine. You are to return as well.

(Henry hesitates).

Henry: I would like to stay here a few minutes if you don't mind.

(Gordon sighs again).

Gordon: Fine. You have 10 minutes.

Henry: Thank you, Gordon.

(Gordon leaves and Thomas rushes in the room yelling at the top of his lungs).

Thomas: Jack, are you ok? What happened? It's going to be alright! Just stay with me!

(Henry turns to Thomas sharply).

Henry: Shut up, Thomas! Jack needs peace and quiet. This is a hospital and not a playground. You need to be more considerate to the other patients.

(Thomas winces).

Thomas: Sorry, Henry.

Narrator: Jack was disturbed by the noise and started to wake up.

(Jack begins to stir).

Henry: Great. Now look what you did.

(Jack opens his eyes and sees Thomas).

Jack: Hey, Thomas.

Thomas: Hello, Jack. How are you doing? Are you starting to feel better?

Jack: Yes. But, what are you doing here? I thought you had a train to pull.

Thomas: A train? Oh no! I left Annie and Clarabel on a siding and Maron.

Narrator: Thomas runs out the hospital to go back to his engine.

Thomas: I'm coming, ladies.

(Henry rubs his eyes as he groans).

Henry: Thomas, is really distracted, but he does mean well.

Jack: I know.

(Henry looks back at Jack).

Henry: Listen. Sir Topham Hatt wants me to go back to my engine.

Jack: Look don't worry about me. Just go and tell them I'll be fine.

(Henry goes to stand).

Henry: Are you sure?

Jack: Yeah. First day off I took in years so I'll manage.

(Henry nods).

Henry: Alright. I'll try to see you again really soon.

Jack: Fine by me.

Narrator: Jack goes back to sleep after Henry leaves. Everyone is relieved to hear from Henry that for now, the danger is over.

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Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 8

Narrator: About 7 months pass and it's now September of 2008. Gordon had been on break after taking the Express to Barrow.

(Gordon enters Scott's room while Gary and George are on their lunch break).

Gordon: Hello brother. I just heard some news about this new engine. Apparently she is to pull her first passenger train today in Loughborough. To think after the completion of her tender only six months prior, she was launched from Darlington. Meanwhile you have been doing nothing but sleep your days away and -

(He stops to take a breath).

Gordon: My apologies for ranting. I know that this is beyond our control, but it feels like mistakes have been made at every turn.

(Gordon rubs his eyes).

Gordon: I bare no ill will to this young engine of course. She likely has minimal awareness of your even existence. My one hope is that one day you can meet her in a conscious state. She would benefit from a mentor. Especially since she will be doing tests for the main line at the museum soon.

(Gordon looks at the clock then pats Scott's hand).

Gordon: I'll try to visit you around Christmas, brother.

(He stands up and goes to leave).

Gary: Oh. Hello, Gordon.

(Gordon nods).

Gordon: Afternoon, gentlemen. I was about to go back to my engine. I have to make the return journey back to Sodor.

George: Ah well we can call for a cab if you want.

(Gordon shakes his head).

Gordon: I can manage fine. Thank you for the offer. I told my brother that I would try to visit around Christmas. Perhaps we can share a meal?

(Gary shakes Gordon's hand).

Gary: Well we'd like to share a nice roast with you, Gordon. Please have Sir Topham Hatt call in advance so we can plan for it.

Gordon: Of course. Thank you for both the offer and for watching over my brother. I hope the boiler will be done soon.

(They wave as Gordon leaves the hospital).

Narrator: Winter arrives and Mr. Scott visits the hospital room.

Andrew: Gentlemen, I have an update.

(Gary and George look at Andrew).

Andrew: We recently got a notification from Riley and Son regarding the boiler parts.

(He takes a breath knowing the ramifications of this).

Andrew: Many rivet holes were misaligned and some of the welding was found to be defective.

(Gary and George are shocked).

George: What does this mean?

Andrew: All of the parts that couldn't be used have already been sent back to Pridhams. It likely won't be refitted until the next year.

(Gary and George groan).

Gary: This isn't good. The doctor said that within 6 months, Scott needs to be woken up or he won't be able to wake up at all.

Andrew: I understand. I'll see if their work is good enough to at least temporarily fit the boiler.

George: Thank you, sir.

(Andrew turns to leave).

Andrew: I'll return once I have word on when the boiler can be refitted.

Narrator: To the fortune of everyone involved, Mr. Scott arrives at the hospital only two months later.

Andrew: Gentlemen I bring good news that the boiler is in good enough condition to be refitted.

(Gary and George sigh in relief).

Gary: Thank goodness. Scott hasn't be doing well these past couple of weeks.

George: Are they refitting the boiler now?

Andrew: Yes, the engineers at Riley and Son should be done with the refitting process by tomorrow. In fact, I'm going to speak with his care team so that he can be woken up by then.

(Andrew leaves the room).

George: Did you hear that Scott? Progress is being made. Just hang in there.

Narrator: The next day, everyone gathered.

Andrew: I have Sir Topham Hatt on the phone. Gordon wasn't able to come on such short notice.

Gary: We understand, sir.

(Dr. Pine comes in).

Dr. Pine: Now I have to advise that you keep things as simple as possible. This is an induced coma so there will be a lot of confusion.

George: Thank you, Dr. Pine.

Narrator: Everyone waits with bated breath as Dr. Pine works.

(Scott groans).

Gary: Scott?

(Scott's eyes flutter).

Scott: Gary?

AN: We're back after the hiatus for my other requests. If I didn't tag you, my apologies as I try my best to include everyone.

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Save The Memphis Trolleys

Please sign, reblog or both to help save a piece of Memphis history. Tag list under the cut.

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A Record Breaking Celebration

Narrator: It was a cool October day in 1937 England. Sir Nigel Gresley reads his newspaper when one of the Doncaster engineers comes in.

Engineer: Sir, it's done!

(Sir Nigel Gresley looks up from his newspaper).

Sir Nigel Gresley: Done? Which engine is done?

Engineer: Your 100th engine.

(He sets the newspaper down on his desk).

Sir Nigel Gresley: Splendid. I would like to see Bittern's first firing.

Engineer: Bittern? I believe there's a misunderstanding, sir. This engine's been named after you by the suggestion of the RCTS.

(He rubs his eyes).

Sir Nigel Gresley: No matter. Simply have one of the other engines named that.

(He stands up and follows the engineer to the works. He looks over the engine before giving the signal to light the fire).

?: Where? Where am I?

Sir Nigel Gresley: No worries young engine. This is the Doncaster Works of the London and North Eastern Railway in England. My name is Sir Nigel Gresley, your creator.

?: Oh. It's an honor to meet you sir.

Sir Nigel Gresley: Thank you. You're quite a special engine to me. My 100th completed engine, meaning you will be honored at a naming ceremony at Marylebone station after you pass your tests.

Nigel: Thank you sir! I hope I can make you proud.

(Sir Nigel Gresley laughs).

Sir Nigel Gresley: Excellent. Now once you're cleared to work, you will be transferred to Kings Cross.

(We fade to the Great Gathering in 2013).

Narrator: Mallard and Nigel spend time talking to each other about their pasts.

Nigel: Yes things were quite different in just the little amount of time I was in service before your first firing. Sometimes I wonder if things would be different if another engine became his hundredth. I was immediately given special treatment.

Mallard: Oh yes I remember. I was still learning how to handle coaches right there in Doncaster. Of course breaking the speed record likely took away your spotlight.

(Nigel shuts his eyes for a second).

Nigel: Not at all brother. I was still given the opportunity to test the air conditioned rolling stock while you were preparing for a speed record run. It's always an honor to be tasked with demonstrating technological advancements.

Mallard: Indeed. I heard your demonstration to open the Rugby test station in Warwickshire back in '48 went smoothly. If only I can say the same about my own showing at the Trials.

Nigel: I wouldn't be so hard on yourself. Your history with the middle big end overheating was known since your record run a decade prior. It was simply a fault in our design that was brought to attention for future reference.

(Mallard sighs).

Mallard: By the way Nigel, do you remember taking the Royal Train back in 1956?

(Nigel thinks).

Nigel: Oh yes the Royal Train. Even more an honor than reaching 112 mph pulling the Stephenson Special.

Mallard: Yes that run in 1959 was splendid brother. A fully functional passenger train. Didn't you break the 100 mph mark more than once elsewhere?

Nigel: Indeed. I broke it twice more. Our cousin Scotsman was quite familiar with the man on my footplate that day. A Mr. Alan Pegler.

Mallard: That's right he was with the board for the BTC.

(There's a pause for silence).

Mallard: At least you got to go on runs after all these years. I believe my last outing. Why I personally can't recall having a run since the 1980s.

Nigel: Ah yes your 50th anniversary. You must be quite popular if you've been a static exhibit that long.

Mallard: I'm afraid so. In fact that was particularly why I apologize for the state of my human form. My parts are simply unsuitable and they will likely never be replaced.

(Nigel pats Mallard's shoulder).

Nigel: Never mind that. This is a symbol of your respect. After your years of service and holding the steam record you deserve to be preserved forever. This is your time to enjoy the pleasures of phenomenon never explored.

Mallard: Don't tell me our cousin convinced you that human food is a viable source of joy?

Nigel: Not entirely. I enjoy a treat for special occasions but nothing more. In fact to honor your run, I asked my driver to buy you a gift.

(Mallard watches as he goes to pick up a bottle of port and a box of truffles).

Mallard: You didn't.

Nigel: I did little brother. You made a great accomplishment and brought honor to our railway. To this day after 75 years that record still stands. I am more than honored to have you as a brother.

(Mallard looks touched).

Mallard: I suppose I have no choice in the matter. Very well then Nigel, you may open the bottle.

Nigel: Splendid. I admit this is my first time as well so I'll simply ask Bittern to do so.

(Mallard raises an eyebrow).

Mallard: She's familiar with human food? But she's so mindful of her human form.

Nigel: Yes she did have an influence from her brief reunion with our cousin Scotsman. Since she's returned to active service, she did develop a well balanced approach to eating.

(Mallard sighs).

Mallard: Alright brother. You can ask her.

Nigel: Splendid. I'll be right back, brother.

Narrator: As Nigel leaves, Mallard reflects on his family's past including Scott's overhaul.

(Nigel returns and hands a glass of wine to Mallard).

Nigel: By the by, how is our dear cousin Scotsman?

(Mallard groans).

Mallard: The last I saw him was Railfest. His health had gone to the dogs. I saw numerous marks on his arms and was nothing but languish.

(Nigel raises an eyebrow).

Nigel: He dared risk taking on his human form?

Mallard: Apparently so and it was a pitiful display that set a terrible example for Tornado. She is meant to be a proper woman as the first of his class in decades. He was to be the role model she needs if she is to represent our former railway as opposed to stuffing his face.

(Nigel takes a sip of wine).

Nigel: I suggest having some patience with our cousin, brother. An overhaul that lasted this long, with little progress is bound to cause issues. Given his fondness for his human form, I can only imagine the pain he must have been in.

(Mallard takes a sip before putting the glass down).

Mallard: Pardon me, brother. I appreciate the thought you put into this celebration of ours, but I don't find this wine to my taste.

Nigel: I understand and I'm thankful that you tried it. Perhaps these truffles will be more to your liking.

(Mallard picks up the small box).

Mallard: Are you familiar with these Nigel?

Nigel: My knowledge goes as far as knowing that these were made by a French chocolate master and are meant to be pure dark chocolate. My driver said that dark chocolate is meant to be slightly more bitter than milk chocolate.

Mallard: And we're meant to simply take one and eat it in one bite?

(Nigel picks one up).

Nigel: Indeed as being shaped similar to a ball makes them quite easy to eat.

(They both eat one).

Mallard: My my. Would these go well with tea? I believe some of my female passengers enjoyed these now that I think about it.

Nigel: I would say an Earl Grey tea would mix well with dark chocolate. I have learned how to make tea, so I can get that made for us.

Mallard: Excellent. Thank you.

Narrator: After the box of truffles were finished, Mallard and Nigel return to their engines for the night.

Mallard: Thank you for spending the day with me Nigel.

Nigel: Your welcome brother. I'm glad we have the opportunity to talk with each other again. Good night.

Mallard: Good night.

(With that the two fall asleep happy to have seen each other again).

AN: Thank you to Gatatodapoderosa from DeviantArt. I no longer post on there but still field requests. If you can read this, I'll still post this on Ao3 as promised. This was a fun one to make as I liked reading about an individual engine's history and how that could translate to their personalities.

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Happy 40th Anniversary

Thank you Sir Ringo Starr. Your work as a narrator brought joy to millions of children and now adults. Here’s to hoping that your work will be remembered for many years to come.

AN: My requests are open for a week to celebrate this milestone in the fandom. If you have a request you can either leave a note on this post or send it to my inbox.

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Emily In Wonderland

Emily was having a very hard time sitting by the bank with her sister Molly. Despite sneaking peeks at her book, Emily found it very boring. She sat around playing with daisies when she saw a white rabbit with pink eyes running around.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"

It wasn't until Emily saw the rabbit pull out a pocket watch that she realized this was real. She chases after the rabbit down its hole until she falls for so long it's hard to tell how deep the hole is. She starts to see lots of bookshelves and even a jar of orange marmalade as she falls. She tries to sneak a taste but comes up empty.

"Oh whatever shall happen next?! I shall end up in New Zealand after falling through the Earth!"

Suddenly she comes upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves. The fall is over. Emily can only see Cotton the White Rabbit running through a long passageway.

"Oh my ears and whiskers how late it's getting!"

Just as Emily was about to catch up with the rabbit she finds herself in a room with numerous keys and doors. Emily tries to find the right combination that will let her leave.

The door she managed to open had a passageway no bigger than a rathole.

"If only I could shut myself up like a telescope. Surely then, I could enter this passageway."

She looks around the room and sees a bottle on the table with a label saying "Drink me" tied around it. Emily picks it up.

"This was certainly not here before. I must check if it's poison before drinking it."

So Emily looks around the bottle for a hidden label saying "poison". When she couldn't find such a label, she decided to drink it. It had various flavors that reminded her of a lovely Christmas dinner. Suddenly she feels herself shrinking.

"How curious. I must be only 10 inches high."

After going to the door to look around the garden, Emily realized that she left the key behind.

"Oh dear. How can I possibly get up on the table?"

Despite wanting to cry, Emily finds a small cake that says "Eat me" frosted on it.

"Perhaps this will help me get through the door no matter how my size changes."

So Emily eats the whole and is shocked to grow so much she ends up about 9 feet tall.

"Curious! At least I can grab the key to the door."

She notices that she's now too big to fit through the door and is about to cry again when she sees Cotton running through the hall.

"Oh the Duchess! The Duchess! Won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!"

Emily is so distraught that she's willing to ask Cotton for help.

"If you please sir-"

Cotton though gets so spooked he just scurries off into the darkness without saying a word. Emily has a crisis.

"Who in the world am I? Ah that's the great puzzle. Surely I'm not James with his fancy uniform and new school books. After all he is he and I am I."

Unbeknownst to her she had put her hand through one of the gloves Cotton dropped.

"How ever is this possible? I must be growing smaller again."

By the time she finishes shrinking, the golden door is closed again. All of poor Emily's tears were enough to wash her and several animals away. It was not until they had all swam to shore that no one knew how to get dry. There was a long debate when a dodo named Gordon stepped in.

"We should have a Caucus race."

Emily of course had never heard of such a thing.

"A what?"

"Why the best way to explain a Caucus race is to do it."

Gordon proceeded to make a weird circle, organized everyone all over the course and refused to name a winner until after a great deal of thought was put into it.

"See. Everybody has won and will receive prizes. She will give them to you."

He points at Emily and she scrambles to find anything that could be used as a prize.

"I have a box of confectionaries. There's enough for everyone to have a piece."

She hands everyone a prize from her box until they realize she has none left. Gordon looks at her.

"What's left in your pocket?"

Emily takes out a thimble. Gordon outstretches a feathered arm.

"Hand it over here."

When she does, Gordon makes such a serious speech about offering Emily's own thimble as a prize, it was all she could do to not laugh. Instead she solemnly bows as she accepts the thimble back.

She observes the animals try to confectionery that they "won". While it took a lot of trouble, eventually they had all moved on from the matter and took up a conversation. However once Emily brought up her cat, everyone all left in a hurry.

"I wish I didn't mention my cat! Now I'm all alone again."

She buries her face in her hands. Suddenly she starts to hear someone speak.

"Duchess! Oh Duchess. She'll have me executed as sure as ferrets are ferrets. Oh where ever can my gloves be?!"

Emily, being kind hearted, tries to find them when Cotton points at her.

"You there! Fetch me a pair of gloves from home. Quickly!"

Emily does as he says without even giving herself a chance to explain. By the time she gets to Cotton's house and finds a pair of gloves, she sees another bottle with a "Drink me" label.

"Oh how I wish to be bigger again. I'm quite tired of being so small."

Emily starts to drink the bottle when she hits her head on the ceiling.

"I wish I hadn't drunk so much. I can't get out the door!"

At this point Emily can hear a lot of commotion from not only Cotton but also his servants. They had attempted to remove her from the house by force for poor Emily had grown so large, her arm had gone right through the window.

"I'll put a stop to this!"

To Emily's surprise a bunch of pebbles were being thrown at her. To an even bigger surprise the pebbles started turning into small cakes.

"Yes. This should help me get small again."

She eats one and it does exactly that. Once she's small enough she flees the house.

"There she is! After her!"

They had all started to chase Emily, but she managed to run away deep into the thick wood. She ran for so long that she only stopped when she saw a mushroom growing close by. She goes over to it and is shocked to see a large blue caterpillar smoking.

"Who are you?"

This begins a long back and forth involving Emily trying to remember who she is. The caterpillar named Edward simply tries to recite a poem but to no avail.

"No. That's all wrong."

"Yes. It's all wrong from beginning to end."

Edward goes back to smoking for some time.

“What size would you like to be?”

“Well I would like to be a little larger, sir, if you wouldn’t mind. Three inches is much too small.”

Edward huffs.

“Much too small indeed! It’s a very good height.”

Emily watches Edward rise to his full height which she realizes is exactly three inches.

“I’m not used to it.”

“You’ll get used to it in time.”

Edward begins smoking again. Emily waits for him to finish which takes a couple minutes. He eventually moves off the mushroom and crawls away into the grass.

“One side will make you larger. The other side will make you shorter.”

“The other side of what?”

“Of the mushroom.”

With that Edward had vanished into the grass. Emily begins to ponder what side of the mushroom will do what. There is a long amount of time spent on experimenting with one particular instance involving scaring a pigeon who had mistaken her for a serpent.

“Come now. Surely there must be some way to go back to my normal size.”

Eventually, she finds the right combination and finally returns to her normal size.

“Now all I need to do is to get into that beautiful garden. But how?”

Suddenly she sees a Cheshire Cat sitting in a tree. It grins as soon as it sees Emily. She decides to get closer.

“Can you please tell me which way I should go from here?”

“That depends on where you want to go.” 

The Cheshire Cat named Henry waves his right paw.

“In that direction lives a Mad Hatter. In the other direction lives a March Hare. No matter who you choose to visit, both are mad.”

“But I don’t want to visit mad people.”

Henry grins.

“Oh you can’t help that. Everyone’s mad here.”

Emily groans. Henry keeps staring at her.

“Do you play croquet with the Queen today?”

Emily looks up.

“I would like it very much but I haven’t been invited yet.”

“Oh then you’ll see me there.”

Before Emily can say anything, Henry disappears. She decides to travel along the path taking her to the March Hare.

“I’ve seen Hatters before but perhaps because it’s May this March Hare won’t be so mad.”

Eventually, Emily comes across a very bizarre house with the March Hare having a tea party. Percy pours Thomas the Mad Hatte​​r some tea as John the Dormouse sleeps in between them. They banter about until Thomas starts to tell the story about singing for the Queen of Hearts.

“I was asked by the Queen of Hearts to sing ‘Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!”

Thomas keeps singing long enough for John to start singing in his sleep before he is pinched by Thomas and Percy.

“Well I had hardly finished the first verse when she had bawled for my head to be off.”

Percy yawns.

“Perhaps we should change the subject. How about we let this girl tell a story?”

Emily looks down.

“I’m afraid I don’t know any stories.”

Thomas pinches John.

“Dormouse, tell us a story.”

John splutters as he wakes up.

“Alright I’ll tell a story.”

John proceeds to tell a nonsensical story that eventually features treacle. Emily is so fed up she gets up and leaves.

“That was the stupidest party I’ve ever been to! I’ll never go back there again.”

Emily continues to walk until she comes upon a large rose garden and three gardeners trying to paint some roses red. Mike, Rex and Bert were arguing over whose fault it was that some red paint was spilled.

“Excuse me.”

They all stop to look at Emily.

“Why are you painting those roses red?”

Mike sighs.

“We had made a horrible mistake and brought the queen a white rose tree instead of red roses. Oh she’ll have our heads cut off.”

Rex lets out a panicked gasp.

“The Queen! The Queen!”

Frankie, the Queen of Hearts appears with Hurricane as the King of Hearts. Everyone’s afraid of her loud, shrill voice. At every misdeed, no matter how minor, she clamors for their head.

“Now then. Can you play croquet?”

“Yes!”

“Well come on then!”

Everyone follows Frankie to the croquet field. The mallets were live flamingos and the croquet balls were hedgehogs. It’s obviously rigged to avoid Frankie’s wrath. Then everything goes wrong once Henry arrives. He plays a trick on Frankie drawing her ire.

“WHO DID THAT?!”

Henry fades into existence and points at Emily.

“Why, she did.”

A large commotion is caused and Emily finds herself on trial at the request of Hurricane. Poor Emily gets framed for damage caused by the commotion ending with jam being spilled on Frankie.

“Off with her head!”

Emily eats some mushroom to make her big and picks up the cards.

“Oh poo. You’re nothing more than a bunch of cards”

As she confronts Frankie she starts to shrink back to her normal size again. Henry appears and repeats the exact insult only to disappear again.

“OOOFF WITH HER HEAD!”

The poor girl runs in so many directions to escape the cards until she’s woken up by Molly.

“Emily, wake up. Have you heard a word I said?”

“Oh. I’m sorry Molly.”

Just as Molly’s about to scold her, she simply rolls her eyes.

“Never mind then. Come on inside. It’s time for tea.”

Emily gets up and follows her back to the house glad that her dream was only that. Just a dream made by a little girl.

AN: Sorry I've been MIA so long. I've been working on a request by @wisetalekid. I hope you like it.

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The Great Race Part 7

Narrator: Sometime during the early morning, Henry wakes up with a gasp.

Henry: Jack?!

(Jack pushes off of Henry's tender.)

Jack: I'm fine. Stupid pencil broke. Gotta get a new one.

(He starts walking out of the shed.)

Henry: You haven't gotten any sleep at all! Come back here!

(Jack just waves him off.)

Narrator: Gordon unfortunately was disturbed by the noise and wakes up.

Gordon: Ohhhhh! I know you feel fine playing owl, Henry, but some of us are trying to get some sleep.

(Henry winces at the realization that he disturbed someone.)

Henry: Sorry Gordon.

(He looks out into the distance with a sad expression on his face.)

Gordon: Did you and Jack have another fight?

(Henry sighs and closes his eyes before opening them again.)

Henry: Yeah.

Narrator: Gordon started to notice that Henry was beginning to tear up.

Gordon: Why?

(Henry starts to have an emotional breakdown.)

Henry: He won't stop! He won't stop, Gordon! Jack's going to get himself killed if he... if he...

Gordon(softly): Breathe, Henry.

Narrator: Henry heard Gordon's words and tried to calm down before speaking. He was so upset that he spent the next few minutes crying and trying to catch his breath.

Gordon: It's alright, Henry. Just breathe.

Narrator: Henry finally managed to catch his breath and was able to finish his sentence.

Henry: He left because his pencil broke.

Gordon: Did he say if he'll be coming back?

Henry: No! He left with a huff and...

(He starts to tear up again.)

Gordon: And what, Henry?

Henry: Sorry, Gordon. I can't take it anymore. Can please shift into human form? I just need to touch something or someone. I need comforting, Gordon! Please!

(He starts breaking down.)

Narrator: Gordon without a word shifts into his human form and carefully walks to Henry's engine.

(Gordon as a human is muscular bordering heavy set, over 6ft tall, with short black hair and dark, beady, almost cat like eyes. His clothes are a sophisticated uniform that match his engine form's paintwork.)

Gordon: Henry.

Narrator: Henry who had began crying again saw Gordon and shifted into his human form. As he became human he was so emotional that he fell right into Gordon. He started holding on to Gordon as tight as he could.

Gordon: Come on, Henry. You need to get inside so the other engines can stay asleep. Besides, I feel quite a chill in the air.

(He goes to lead Henry inside but Henry gasps and opens his eyes. Unlike Gordon's dark, beady eyes, Henry's are wide open with the light of the shed reflecting an amber brown color).

Henry: You're right, Jack could get sick. He can't stand the cold!

Gordon: He'll be fine, Henry. Now let's get inside and try to go back to sleep.

(Fade to black. We hear footsteps on gravel, then metal clanking about, a pencil writing on paper, the sound of blow torch, suddenly a loud bang and a thud, then finally nothing.)

Henry: Huh?! What was that?

Narrator: Henry was startled awake by a loud noise and woke up Gordon too. He had a nightmare that Jack collapsed from exhaustion.

Gordon: What was what, Henry?

Henry: That noise, it sounded like a bang.

Gordon: I heard nothing. Maybe you dreamt it Henry as-

Henry: Sh! Listen, I hear some men talking.

Man: Someone get help quick!

Henry: What?! Gordon, come on, something's wrong.

(Henry races out of the shed and sees a group of people standing outside Gordon's shed. Sir Topham Hatt's there too looking very concerned.)

Sir Topham Hatt: Dear, oh dear. What in the world happened in here?

(Henry looks inside the shed and is filled with dread.)

Henry: Jack!

(Jack lies on the ground unconscious, breathing very heavily. Henry runs over to Jack, yelling his name.)

Henry: Jack, Jack are you ok?! What happened?

(Jack hears Henry and tries to open his eyes.)

Jack: What, happened?

Henry: That's what I want to know.

Jack: Henry, I'm sorry.

(He loses consciousness and we fade to black.)

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Thanks again for the Jeff the black 5 stories and I have another project its a thomasififed story of Alice in Wonderland as Emily as the star and it is a human cancon and I have list of the engines as the characters on deviant art

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A Douglas and Oliver fanfic that is cute

Ooh. This I believe is my first request involving non LNER engines. Since they won't be added to my pinned post here is what these two would look like on their original railways.

Douglas:

Oliver:

Story under the cut:

The year was 1967. Douglas had just rescued Oliver from being unemployed. Oliver was very grateful to get a job on Sir Topham Hatt's railway. He fit in with the other drivers relatively quickly. Especially with his coworkers on the Little Western branch line.

One day Douglas came downstairs for breakfast with a thought in his.

"Ollie. What was yer life like werking for the Great Western?"

Oliver smiles and pulls out a picture from his wallet.

"This was my uniform."

He shows Douglas the picture.

"What's wit the serious look on yer face? Yer looking like yeh had to take a yearbook picture."

"Ah yes. All of us had to take one for our ID. I just wanted to have a wallet sized copy."

He sighs and puts it away.

"I remember when I first worked on the dying Tiverton line. It was sad to see a big part of railway history wither away the way it did."

"Aye. Even now it feels as if we're stuck in the past. If it weren't for Sir Topham Hatt, all of us would be out of a job."

"You're right about that, Douglas."

There's a pause.

"Hey now what about you? Do you have any pictures of you from your old railway?"

Douglas thinks.

"Ah think there's one picture a meh that doesn't have mah brother Donnie."

He goes up to his room and looks through his belongings.

"Ah gotta have one picture a meh by mahself somewhere."

Then he finds a picture in a drawer. He goes back downstairs.

"This is meh taken by one of the stations."

Oliver looks at it.

"Wow. This was before you started growing out your beard."

"Aye. Ah just finished a job one day and a photographer wanted to take a picture a meh."

"What line did you work on?"

"It was the main Edinburgh line."

The two talk about their past for a while until there's a knock on the door. It was Sir Topham Hatt.

"Ah, Douglas. I need you and Donald to take some ballast up to Arlesburgh."

"Aye sir."

He turns to Oliver.

"Oliver you are to be doing work organizing trucks for the twins."

"Yes sir."

He nods and leaves. Douglas looks at Oliver.

"Well it was sure nice talking to yah Ollie."

Oliver smiles.

"Same to you, Douglas."

The two finish their breakfast and go on their way.

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Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 7

Narrator: It was now February, 2008. As promised Gordon went to visit his brother.

(We see Gordon sitting down by Scott's bedside).

Gordon: Hello Scott. Happy Birthday.

(He grabs Scott's hand).

Gordon: A lot has changed since I last saw you. Do you remember the Peppercorn that the A1 Steam Locomotive Trust started working on? You know, the one being built in Darlington?

(Gordon pauses as if Scott can answer).

Gordon: Well, I just heard the news that the engineers have officially completed the tender. Combined with a successful first static firing, I believe this engine will get introduced to the railway before the end of summer.

(He shakes his head).

Gordon: As for you, the latest update about your boiler is that a quotation was sent to a contract manager. I find it quite pathetic that a company such as Pridham managed to lose complete control of such a project. At this rate, work will likely resume at the end of the year.

(He sighs).

Gordon: My greatest fear is that the Peppercorn will pass its trials and become a functional passenger engine before work on your boiler can even begin again.

(He watches Scott breath then pats his hand).

Gordon: Your crew will be here shortly. Sir Topham Hatt is expecting me soon as well. As soon as they get here, I must take my leave.

(Gordon stays by Scott's side until Gary and George arrive).

Gary: Thank you for being here with him, Gordon.

Gordon: As much as I would say it was my pleasure, there is nothing pleasurable about these circumstances.

(George pats Gordon on the shoulder).

George: Indeed. At least you were able to visit your brother as promised.

Gordon: I had to. Scott is my only brother. I lost so many years because of poor management. This is all I can do to make sure I have no regrets in case...

(Gordon can't finish his thought. While no one wants to think about Scott's engine being scrapped, it's still a possibility that has to be considered. After all, it's always possible that Scott simply can't be fixed anymore).

Gary: We understand Gordon. Don't worry. Your brother could never be scrapped. The NRM wouldn't be able to scrap him anyway. The amount of money spent on him only to scrap him would mean they're admitting that they've lost complete control over everything.

(Gordon nods).

Gordon: Yes I agree. I need to keep my hopes up. The hope that everything involving my brother's rebuild will restart again.

(He looks at Gary and George).

Gordon: How long can he stay like this?

(George sighs).

George: None of us knows. We can only assume that so long as his engine exists he won't immediately die.

(Gordon rubs his eyes).

Gordon: Why do I have a strong feeling that this is a process that will take more than a year to complete?

Gary: Because deep down we all know it could come true. All we can do is support Scott. Even if he can't hear us, I always think that he can sense us in some way.

Gordon: Thank you.

(He looks at the clock).

Gordon: I really must go now. I hope you gentlemen have a good day.

Gary: Um Gordon. How did Scott usually celebrate his birthday?

(Gordon chuckles).

Gordon: With food of course. He always enjoyed eating despite our human forms not requiring it. I can tell you this story some other time, but I still remember our first time trying food quite fondly.

(This seemed to have lifted everyone's spirits. Gordon waves goodbye as Gary and George take up their daily vigilance again).

Gary: Well George this is going to be some day.

George: Yeah.

(Gary looks at George).

Gary: You up for a round of ale at the pub later today?

George: Of course I am. After all, this is Scott's birthday.

(The two laugh to themselves. Acting as if Scott isn't in a coma is the only way to make the day more cheerful).

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