Thomas Cartoon Series Double-Length Episode #2: The Pirate Adventure (Prisoner of Destiny Cut) Part 1 by Husker the

Thomas Cartoon Series Double-Length Episode #2: The Pirate Adventure (Prisoner of Destiny Cut) Part 1

Husker the Wolf, Adult Content, Thepirate'sfate, Thepiratesfate, Thomasthetankengine

When Thomas and his Friends are sent to Dartmouth to help out. Their railferry gets caught in a storm. The engines think all hope is lost until they're rescued by a gang of treasure hunters called "The Dread Pirates". Can Thomas and his new friend Mila join forces to find the treasure of the missing coins?

This cut is based on the Prisoner of Destiny expansion pack. Unlike the other cuts, The Pirate Engines play a more prominent role in the series, Angie, Duana, Kate and the giraffes from Circe's island get invited on board and Rourkie goes from fiend to friend. But with Queen Nakhta's crown with the Shape What you Were coin, it's enough to change the Steam Team and Dread Pirates, in a way that Thomas and Mila won't remember them...

Written by Joseph Morley

"The Pirate's Fate" developed by volkenfox and T.F. Wright

The Pirate's Fate (if you wanna find out for yourself): https://store.steampowered.com/app/553480/The_Pirates_Fate/

THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE

CARTOON SERIES

DOUBLE-LENGTH EPISODE #2

THE PIRATE ADVENTURE (Prisoner of Destiny Cut)

Part 1

Pre-Intro:

*Episode opens in a darkened captain's quarters with Brock, an African Gray Parrot and Mary, a black sheep gazing nervously at something sitting at the desk.*

Mary: So cap'n, those pirates can't have gone far.

Voice: No, Mary. It gets far worse. No living man has ever attempted to catch the treasure we're hunting for. If they did, they'd be struck on their necks and

leaving only their heads for the buzzards.

Brock: But... cap'n...

Voice: But WHAT, Brock? Make it worth my time.

Brock: We... can't be the only best pirates around. There could be someone else.

Voice: And who might that be?

Brock: We don't know, cap'n. All we know is, they might not be pirates at all. Just... stowaways.

Voice: That is the stupidest thing in all my years as a pirate have ever heard.

Mary: But... Brock's right, cap'n. What if there IS someone better than us?

Voice: They won't be swashbuckling with us, Mary. We're the top of the class and we get what we find...

*End of Pre-Intro*

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Scene 1:

*Episode starts at Brendam Docks where Thomas and the Steam Team are boarding a rail ferry.*

Narrator: One fine sunny morning at Brendam Docks. Thomas and the Steam Team were boarding a rail ferry. They were going to a railway on the mainland to help out.

Thomas: Oh boy! Isn't this so exciting? Going to the mainland, I've been going there more times than I've counted.

Gordon: *sighs* Aren't we all, Thomas?

Edward: Now now, Gordon. I know you're not *ahem* "dignified" to work on some of these lines but you have to accept the fact you're working on them wherever you like it or not.

Gordon: I know, Edward. I like going to most different railways away from Sodor. But having to go with Thomas is just going to be one big nightmare for me.

*Just then, Percy shoots past eager to get on the railferry too.*

Percy: Wait for me, Thomas! I'm coming too!

Gordon: *sighs* See what I mean?

Edward: Come on, Gordon. They're only little engines. They'll still do the work even if they're hyper or not.

Joey: But not as hyper as my dog who tends to spin around like an "immature puppy" whenever she gets fed.

Gordon: *chuckles* Joey's spittin' facts, here!

Joey: Thanks, Gordon. Now come on, get going! You've got tourist trains to pull.

Gordon: Indeed I do! See you around, Joey!

*Gordon boards the railferry and Edward follows. Eventually, the other Steam Team members steam onto the railferry.*

Emily: Now, Henry. I want you to hold it in when we're out at sea. You know what happened last time, do you?

Henry: Yes, Emily. I know. I'll be careful.

James: We're NOT going out to the middle of the ocean, guys. Besides, we're only going around the channel to get to where we need to go.

Percy: Thomas, could you remind us where we're going again?

Thomas: Alright, Percy. We're going to the Dartmouth Steam Railway near Devon to help fill in for an engine shortage.

Percy: Okay.

Joey: Now... are you sure you've got everything, guys? Spare parts, gold dust, coal and water, etc.

Thomas: Yep. We're all ready.

Joey: Alright then.

*Just then, the railferry's hooter blows and Joey eventually runs off to join The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt), Salty and Porter to wave the engines off.*

Thomas: Dartmouth, HERE WE COME!

*The railferry leaves the docks and sets sail for its destination.*

Joey: Goodbye, guys. Be good!

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): If anything goes wrong, me or Joey will be able to help you out.

*The Steam Team blow their whistles and say their goodbyes as they set sail on their long voyage.*

Porter: Look at 'em. Going around the channel to Dartmouth. What lucky engines!

Salty: Arrr... I wouldn't say they're lucky, me hearties.

Joey: What do you mean, Salty?

Salty: Weather forecast says there'll be a nasty gale blowin' around the channel tonight, a wee mighty storm. The likes of which I've witnessed before, arrgh.

Joey: But do you think they'll be alright?

Salty: Arrgh, who knows. Joey, me heartie. Maybe they might. If all else fails, they still have their supply of gold dust to find their way home.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Salty's right, Joey. If they get lost at sea. They can always teleport back to the Magic Railroad and rest there.

Joey: I suppose so.

Narrator: But Salty was right about a storm brewing that night, as the engines were the last to find out.

*Scene cuts to the railferry at sea where the engines are on their long voyage.*

Donald: So... um... how long is this voyage going to take?

Rebecca: Beats me, it might take days.

Gordon: Don't be silly... a trip across the sea doesn't take days.

Douglas: Och aye, unless it was a REALLY far away place, laddie.

Gordon: Yes indeed, Douglas. But for this voyage I'd say... one or two days.

Percy: This almost feels like going on a Big World Adventure. Eh, Thomas?

Thomas: Yeah, it does feel like a Big World Adventure. But this is only the beginning of our voyage, we're going to a place by the sea.

Duck: A Great Western line, that is.

James: Oh, don't you start about your Great Western boastings please, Duck. Especially on a long sea trip.

Thomas: And PLEASE don't start squabbling out of boredom, guys. We are just getting started, you know.

Percy: We are?

Thomas: Of course we are. I mean, why wouldn't we be?

*singing* We're on a trip to a place far away.

We're on a railferry, leaving today.

But as we speak we should probably mention

we're the really useful steaming engines.

We'll cross the sea, to our own destination.

we'll arrive at their own station.

Useful, splendid and good-hearted,

We're just getting started!

*speaking* See what I mean?

Percy: Oh, of course! We just left for the ocean waves.

James: And we wouldn't want to spoil it for anyone, if you know what I mean.

Edward: *singing* Let's hold on tight, we're all going for a riding.

There's no need to go into hiding.

Percy: *singing* There will be smiles and a not alot of frowns

whilst we're all bobbing up and down.

James: *singing* We're all going to a place called Dartmouth

staying in their engine house.

Gordon: *singing* But please wait until I've farted.

We're just getting started!

*The engines start coughing and groaning.*

Gordon: *speaking* Hey! Don't look at me! I've been holding it in since we left.

Henry: *singing* Oh, please don't play tricks, 'cos I'm feeling quite seasick.

So I'll probably be throwing up my gob. *vomits over the side of the boat.*

Duck: *singing* They have a place called Paignton and it's gonna be quite fun.

As they'll find a really perfect suiting job.

Toby: *singing* The old Dartmouth Steam Railway is the place we're going to be

My face is going to shine just like a beam.

Emily: *singing* But we'll all stick together in a bright and sunny weather.

As we're all known as the Steam Team!

Nia: *singing* Sunshine and freshly breezes blowing in our faces

Whilst we all pull our trains into speedy paces.

Rebecca: *singing* This, I gurantee, will be a huge ton of fun

whilst we're working under the hot sun.

Oliver: *singing* Paignton and Dartmouth are the places we will be,

as we'll see the sand and sea!

Steam Team: *singing* We're looking forward to the station we're departing

We're just getting started!

Thomas: *speaking* This is going to be SO MUCH FUN! Am I right?

*The Steam Team agree.*

Thomas: Come on, everyone!

Steam Team: *singing* We're on a trip to a place far away.

We're on a railferry, leaving today.

But as we speak we should probably mention

we're the really useful steaming engines.

We'll cross the sea, to our own destination.

we'll arrive at Dartmouth station.

Useful, splendid and good-hearted,

We're just getting started!

Gordon: *speaking* Now we, steam engines, know how to travel in style. If you take my meaning, for instance.

Steam Team: *singing* We'll pull our trains along the really peaceful countryside

and all the people wave as we pass by.

We'll watch the ships that sail and the people that relax

and all the seagulls that are flying in the sky.

The engines all at Dartmouth, hoping they will get to see

that their tourists limits won't be at a few.

But once we all arrive and help them out, they'll all say

"We're a really useful crew!"

So, Let's hold on tight, we're all going for a riding.

There's no need to go into hiding.

There will be smiles and a not alot of frowns

whilst we're all bobbing up and down.

We're all going to a place called Dartmouth

staying in their engine house.

They might think we're crazy, but we've only just departed.

We're just getting started!

Thomas: *speaking* So, engines. What do we say? That...

Steam Team: *singing* We're just getting STARTED! Hooray!

*The Steam Team all chuckle and gossip cheerfully about their expedition.*

Narrator: Thanks to Thomas, The engines were all looking forward to visiting Dartmouth. The fine, sunny weather out at sea was making things enjoyable for the engines. But when night fell, trouble started rising...

*Scene changes to the railferry at night, where the engines are still satisfied about their trip.*

Thomas: I can tell this is going to be a great trip!

James: I can't wait to show off my shiny red coat to all the other engines at Dartmouth.

Gordon: I've done some checking around. There's loads of high viaducts on the Dartmouth line. I can finally have a perfect view of the sea.

*The other engines agree.*

Jade: Ummm... guys. I haven't really stated anything since we left. But... do you remember what the weather was going to be like tonight?

Thomas: I don't know, Jade. What's it going to be like?

Jade: I heard from Salty saying there's going to be a HUGE storm.

Edward: Oh, don't worry, Jade. A huge storm like that won't affect us.

Gordon: *looks at his tablet.* Ummm... Edward? Jade's right, you know. Tonight will see LOADS of thundery clouds.

*Suddenly, the sky goes from starry clear to cloudy and black.*

Chloe: Oh dear, that doesn't sound good.

*Now, drops of rain start landing on the railferry.*

Henry: Oh no... I've just been repainted!

Thomas: Brace yourselves, guys! We're going for a rough ride!!

*Just then, the thunder crashes and the lightning flashes. The railferry starts rocking wildly over the ocean waves. The engines all bounce about like balls in a bucket.*

Edward: Oh dear... we're done for!

Holly: I didn't expect the sea to be this rough.

Percy: Thomas, DO SOMETHING!!!

*Thomas grabs two ropes at the end of the railferry and attempts to steer the boat, clear of the waves.*

Thomas: Salty always said there might be vicious gods of the sea that might attack!

Chloe: I heard tales saying they would slaughter victims who crossed their paths!

Bertha: Well from what I know. WE'RE NOT ONE OF THEM!

James: Couldn't agree more myself, Bertha!

Edward: Hold tight, everyone! This is going to be a very bumpy ride!

*Thomas steers as hard as he could to try and stop the railferry from hitting the waves hard. Meanwhile the engines all rock about trying to keep their balance.*

Thomas: We'll be out in the clear before we know it, guys! I gurantee you. Hold onto your personal belongings and STAY PUT!

Percy: Thomas, LOOK!

*Just then, an enormous tidal wave comes hurdling towards the railferry. Thomas looks up in horror and so do the other engines. The tidal wave comes nearer and nearer and when it comes close, the screen turns to pitch black.*

*End of Scene 1*

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Scene 2:

*Whilst Thomas is unconcious, some voices start floating around his smokebox.*

Voice 1: Is he...? Is he... dead?

Voice 2: I wouldn't judge it, he's just a machine. He probably wouldn't have a heart.

Voice 3: Hang on, he's waking up.

*Thomas eventually regains consciousness and wakes up.*

Thomas: *groans* My head... what happened...?

*Suddenly, a brown cat in 17th century clothing pops up in front of Thomas.*

Cat: Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?

*Thomas freaks out and nearly jumps out of his skin.*

Cat: Oh, sorry. Did we scare you?

Thomas: What's happening? Where am I? What is this?

*Just then, a bat, also dressed in 17th century clothing, walks over to Thomas.*

Bat: You'll speak when you're spoken to.

*Just then, a hound, who's also dressed in 17th century clothing, walks over to the bat and Thomas.*

Hound: Alright, Morgana. Let him be, he's obviously traumatized over something.

Thomas: Look, I appreciate the help right now but WHERE THE HELL AM I? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIENDS?

Cat: Why, we just rescued you. We saw the remains of your ferry drifting out at sea. You and your friends were floating on its pieces, unconscious.

We did rescue all of you but as we did, we noticed your number one so we thought you must be their leader.

Thomas: *immediately calms down and stops quivering.* Well, yes. I am the engines' leader.

Cat: Well, it's nice to meet you. My name's Mila. *shakes Thomas' hand.* What's yours?

Thomas: I'm Thomas. Thomas T. Tank Engine.

Mila: That's a nice name. Where are you from?

Thomas: I'm from the Island of Sodor.

Mila: Interesting. I don't think I've ever heard of this "Island of Sodor" place, must be some kind of magic.

Hound: Well, Thomas. My name's Darious, I'm known to be captain of the Dread Pirates.

Thomas: Wait... you're... p-p-p-p-pirates?! The swashbuckling sailors of the seven seas that have known to kidnap beings and use them as their slaves?!

Darious: *laughs* No, we're not entirely PIRATE pirates, we're more "treasure hunters".

Thomas: Oh, thank goodness for that... I didn't want you guys raiding on my personal belongings.

Darious: *chuckles* Now why would do that?

Thomas: Because... I'm not an antique, I still work on a rail network.

Darious: Okay, fair enough. *points to the bat.* And this here is Morgana, she's the first mate of us pirates.

Morgana: And don't mess with me, steamboy. Or I'll make ya walk the plank.

Thomas: *clears throat*. You wouldn't try and make me WALK the plank. I'd break it, because depending on the type of wood you use for your plank, I am quite heavy, you know.

Morgana: *stunned* Okay, not gonna lie. You actually got me there.

Thomas: Thanks, but right now. I need to know if my friends are alright.

Morgana: Oh yeah, they're down in the bottom alley. Mila, take the blue guy there.

Mila: Ay-ay, Morgana. Follow me, Thomas.

*Mila leads Thomas towards the bottom alley to see the other engines.*

Mila: So, what were you doing out at sea before you lost consciousness?

Thomas: Well, me and the other engines had planned to help out on a railway in Dartmouth, but unfortunately, a storm struck our railferry and... I guess that's how we ended up here.

Mila: I see. Happened with me too, I've only just started here two days ago.

Thomas: You and me both, Mila.

*Thomas and Mila both arrive at a door.*

Mila: Well, this is it, Thomas. This is where your friends are.

Thomas: Well, let's hope they're all still there...

*Mila opens the door and Thomas enters the room. Inside, all the Steam Team members are resting, unconscious from the storm.*

Mila: So, are they alright?

Thomas: *steams over to Percy.* Well, they're still breathing.

*Percy wakes up to find Thomas next to him.*

Percy: Oh, Thomas... what happened...? My head feels like a splitting sore bum.

Thomas: I'll explain everything once the others get up.

*The other engines regain consciousness and wake up.*

James: Are we... are we dead?

Thomas: No, James. You and the rest are still alive and so am I.

Percy: *groans and rubs his smokebox.* Thomas... where the hell are we?

Thomas: I'll tell where we're not, Percy. Dartmouth.

*Percy gasps in horrors and gulps.*

Percy: So you're telling me... we're lost and no-one will ever find us?

Thomas: No, Percy. We were rescued... by pirates.

Percy: PIRATES?!

*The engines suddenly stop feeling achy and look at Thomas in shock.*

Gordon: Wait... did you say... PIRATES?!

*The other engines start muttering in shock.*

Thomas: I know, guys! I know. We're all VERY shocked to be castaway by pirates. But they're not TRUELY pirates. They're really treasure hunters.

Percy: *sighs with relief.* That's a relief. We don't know any treasure lurking about on these parts of the world.

Thomas: Neither do I... Or perhaps I do... I don't know.

Mila: Hey, Thomas. Now that your friends are awake. Why not take them to the ship's deck? They could do with some fresh air. *walks off to the deck.*

Percy: Who was that?

Thomas: I'll explain later, Percy. But come on, guys. Get your boilers steamed up, you probably need some fresh air.

*Thomas steams out of the room, towards the deck and the engines follow.*

*End of Scene 2*

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Scene 3:

*Thomas and the other engines steam onto the deck. Mila and the Dread Pirates are waiting for them.*

Darious: Ah, Thomas. Glad you can make it. I see your little friends have regained their consciousness.

Thomas: Oh they have, Darious. Even they're still quite stunned about where they are.

James: Now I can definitely see we're not even in Dartmouth or Sodor. We're fractically in the middle of NOWHERE!

*And sure enough, James is right. For the ship is actually still out at sea.*

Gordon: James is right. If where not in Dartmouth than WHERE are we?

Mila: Oh that shouldn't matter. What we like to know is what are your names?

Thomas: Well, it's quite a big number of engines considering there's 21 of us. But I'll introduce them all. So here we go!

*Thomas steams past each member of the Steam Team and introduces them.*

Thomas: This is Percy and James, They're my homies. Gordon and Emily, the big-assed mainline engines. Edward and Henry, the favourites of the fans.

Nia and Rosie, they're foreign engines from America and Africa. Rebecca and Molly, both strong, yellow, tender engines. Donald and Douglas, twins from Scotland. Duck and Oliver, Great Westerners,

Toby and Jade, branch line engines. Abigail and Bertha, smart-asses of the fleet and Chloe and Holly, industrial steam engines. And I, Thomas T. Tank Engine, am the proud leader of the

fleet we call the Steam Team.

Percy: Established 2002.

James: And how!

*The Dread Pirates look stunned but impressed.*

Mila: Wow, you must have a really good group going there, Thomas.

Thomas: Thanks, Mila.

Percy: Wait... so her name's Mila?

Thomas: Yeah, Mila.

James: Okay, seems fair. So... er... who are the other guys, Thomas?

Thomas: Oh, those? This is Darious. Hound captain of the Dread Pirates and Morgana, first mate of the Dread Pirates.

Mila: I wouldn't mess with her if I were you, guys. She WILL make you suffer.

Morgana: So, Mila's letting you stay on board, huh?

James: Yeah...? And...?

Morgana: Well, let's get one thing straight, No. 5. We Dread Pirates respect the chain of command. As No. 1 said, I'm the first mate and that means, unless the captain says otherwise, you'll follow my orders.

James: Does that apply to me or the other engines?

Morgana: *sighs* The other engines have to follow my orders too. Darious and Mila have soft hearts, but you'll get no mercy from me. Step out of line and I'll kill you myself or even make you walk the plank.

James: Don't MIND if I do!

*James steams over towards the plank but Thomas grabs him by the tender.*

Thomas: Now HOLD ON A MINUTE, James. You can't already commit your suicide whilst we're here. We've only just gotten on this ship. Like I said, we're only getting started.

*singing* We're on a trip to a place far away...

*Gordon interrupts the song.*

Gordon: Right, stop that! Stop the music! We're NOT singing what we've just sung, Thomas.

Thomas: Sorry...

Gordon: *groans* Well, we might just go and find SOMETHING useful to do whilst we're here. *steams over to a barrel and looks inside.* On second thought, maybe being on a pirate ship isn't as bad as I think. *pulls out a beer bottle.*

They've got booze there!

Darious: Erm... Gordon. I don't mean to...

*But Gordon has already drunken one beer bottle.*

Gordon: *sighs* Don't mention it, Darious. I think I'll give you Dread Pirates a chance.

Emily: So... what kind of treasure are you hunting for?

Darious: Treasure? Oh, we're more of the coin-seekers, Emily. Sacred coins that lurk beneath the ocean floors.

Thomas: Sacred coins? But aren't pennies sacred?

Mila: No, Thomas. I think he means magic coins. I'm wearing this heirloom right here. It has a message on the back.

Thomas: Really, what does it say?

*Mila shows Thomas the back of her coin.*

Thomas: It says... "Become what you seek".

Mila: I don't suppose you have a magic coin too, Thomas?

Thomas: Ummm... no. I don't. But I do have a builder's plate.

Mila: Really, where?

Thomas: In my cab.

Mila: Oh, okay.

*Mila climbs up on Thomas' footplate to have a closer look at his builder's plate.*

Thomas: Do you see it yet?

Mila: I do. It says... "Brighton Locomotive Works No. 110 of 1915." So that's what you were when you built, right?

Thomas: The very same.

Percy: YO! LAND-HO! I see a harbour town in the distance.

Thomas: This better be Dartmouth.

Mila: I don't think it is.

Morgana: Well, whatever it is. Set course for that seaside town.

*Chloe arms the ship's wheel.*

Chloe: Ay-ay, cap'n... I mean, first mate.

*Chloe steers the ship towards the harbour town.*

Thomas: But do you know WHICH town is this?

Mila: I don't know. But I suggest you speak to Leeko.

Thomas: Leeko? Who's Leeko?

Mila: C'mon, I'll take you down to him. You should really meet him, He's the third member of our crew. He's our cartographer and I'm sure the three of us will get along perfectly.

Thomas: Okay.

*End of Scene 3*

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Scene 4:

*Mila takes Thomas to another part of the ship where Leeko, the cartographer is working. Like the other Dread Pirates, Leeko is also dressed in 17th century clothing except he's actually a corgi.*

Mila: Hi, Leeko!

Leeko: Ah... Hello, Mila. *turns to Thomas.* And you must be Thomas. Nice to meet you. *shakes Thomas' hand.* I'm Leeko, they told you I was a cartographer, right?

Thomas: Ummm... Yes, they did...

Leeko: Oh, of course. Typical pirates... *chuckles* I was actually a merchant much like you and Mila before I brought aboard this ship.

Thomas: Ummm... I'm actually NOT a merchant. I'm a stowaway, and so are the other engines. Mila just happened to alert the other pirates and they rescued me.

Leeko: Ah, I see. But to tell the truth... *chuckles nervously.* I'm not good at much except reading a map. So they say I'm a cartographer, like it's some sort of fancy title... So, I'm assuming Darious told you what we're all about, right?

Thomas: Exactly...

Leeko: So what do you think about all this? The treasure, and everything. That's why you're here, right?

Thomas: Yep. You'd think it's clearly impossible for an engine like myself to be a literal pirate. But like I always say "Little engines can do big things." But to tell the truth. Darious and Mila DID save our lives so... I do owe them my support.

Mila: He's right, you know. I've only been here two days and I'm still learning my way around. But Thomas is actually a nice looking engine when you take a quick glance at him.

Leeko: I see. Well, we're not a charity vessel. Darious may want us to pretend we're not real pirates but let's be honest, he does in a way.

Thomas: *chuckles* I can't argue with that, Leeko.

Leeko: We're all out here on our own, hunting for something rare and dangerous.

Thomas: What sort of something?

Leeko: Didn't Mila tell you? Searching for coins.

Thomas: Oh... of course. But we engines don't have coins.

Mila: They have builder's plates.

Leeko: They do?

Thomas: Well, what do you expect? We are machines, after all.

Leeko: Ah yes. Aside from Darious calling our little "treasure hunt" a noble mission. What's the difference between us and pirates, right?

Thomas: *laughs* I can deeply relate to that, Leeko. Maybe you're right. Us engines will have to see for ourselves.

Leeko: You... doubt me...? Oh, it's fine. I doubt myself too. I don't trust anyone, they have their agendas and their secrets and I'm guessing you're not an exception.

Thomas: No, I'm not...

Leeko: Oh... right. Anyway, Thomas. I've never really seen your kind around before. Where are you from?

Mila: Thomas claims he's from this place called "The Island of Sodor."

Leeko: Hmmmm... Don't think I've ever heard of this "Island of Sodor" place before.

Thomas: Oh, it's situated on the north west coast of England, right between Barrow-in-Furness and the Isle of Man. You can't miss it.

Leeko: Interesting. Anyway, we've rambled long enough. We should talk treasure-hunting.

Thomas: Sure, can you guys tell me a bit more about this "treasure"? Why exactly does Darious thinks it's so... valuable?

Mila: Darious didn't tell you yet?

Thomas: No, I've only found out.

Leeko: Oh, typical Darious. Well thankfully, Thomas. You didn't miss much. It's mainly just a load of superstitious mumbo-jumbo if you ask me. I say it's valuable because it's gold. But we'll just leave it at that.

Thomas: Ummm... okay... Anyway, do you have some kind of map that would lead us to the treasure?

Leeko: Hey... remember, Thomas. I'm the cartographer. If I had a treasure map, do you think I'd get such little respect around here? All I know is that there's this cave near the Cursed Coast.

But there's NO idea how to get there or what's actually inside.

Thomas: Cursed Coast? Where's that?

Mila: We don't know, Thomas. We haven't studied its whereabouts yet.

Thomas: Either way, it does sound dangerous. Especially for a little engine like me. And like I said, I'm a stowaway and I'm not sure about what help I can be hunting for treasure in a place with a name like that...

Leeko: Hey, don't look at me, before I was rescued. I was an antiques dealer, join the club...

Thomas: First of all, there IS no club here. And secondly, where was this antiques shop of yours? That kinda sounds like my cup of tea.

Mila: Okay, enough gossiping, you two. Leeko, how dangerous IS the cave, exactly?

Leeko: Ah, it's a total pleasure cruise.

Thomas: *scoffs* Pleasure cruise, indeed. More like a death trap, am I right?

Leeko: Well, Thomas. What'd you think? We've got to get the coordinates exactly right before we set sail. That's why we've focused on what Darious calls "reconnaissance".

Thomas: What KIND of reconnaissance?

Mila: Oh, you'll find out soon enough, Thomas.

*Just then, James steams in.*

James: Oi, Thomas. The cap'n needs you. We've arrived at this place called "Watchet".

Thomas: Watchet? Oh, that's in Somerset, right.

James: Yep, Darious needs you out to help Chloe guide the ship into port.

Thomas: On my way, James.

*Thomas steams out onto the ship's deck, Mila and Leeko follow him. Thomas steams onto the ship's deck, followed by Mila and Leeko. Chloe is still at the ship's wheel with Darious beside him.*

Darious: Ah, Thomas! Just the engine I was looking for. I see Leeko's taken a liking to you.

Thomas: Oh he has, Darious.

Darious: Excellent! Chloe, take us into port.

Chloe: Ay-ay, cap'n, Moving into port!

*Chloe steers the ship into the port near Watchet, The ship moves scratches and tears up through the rocky parts of the sea.*

Thomas: Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good... and... stop. Don't worry, Cap'n, we'll buff out those scratches.

Darious: Yeah... I suppose we could...

*Scene changes to Thomas, the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team entering a tavern.*

Thomas: Ummmm... Darious. Are you SURE this is the right place?

Darious: I gurantee you, Thomas. The Hook and Sword is the best pub that us Dread Pirates have ever been to.

Gordon: Are you sure? I've been to a much BETTER pub than that.

Edward: Oh please, Gordon. Don't you start about Joe's...

Gordon: I WASN'T GONNA SAY THAT! God... why does everyone think I'm talking about Joe's?

Mila: Anywho, I'm quite confident that somebody here might know the location of the treasure. But we can't be too cavalier about ascertaining its whereabouts.

Percy: You're the one to talk...

Darious: The last thing we want is another crew learning about this and creating competition, is that clear?

Thomas: Erm... I don't see any other pirates around here. But I understand what you mean.

Darious: Excellent, Now then all of you. Just try and act naturally and see what you can find.

Thomas: Yeah, what Darious said. And as for you, Gordon, Henry, Toby and Duck. I DON'T want you getting drunk on the booze and vomiting in each other's throats like you usually do.

Toby: Now WHY would we do that, Thomas? Me and the boys have been staying sober since this whole pirate stowaway-thingy began.

Duck: Toby's right. In fact, I heard the West Somerset line goes through Watchet. I even asked one of the engines for directions to Dartmouth.

*Scene cuts to cutaway of Duck arriving at Watchet Station on the West Somerset Railway, where he stops in front of GWR 7800 Manor Class No. 7828 "Odney Manor".*

Duck: Excuse me, Odney Manor, is it? Do you know how to get to Dartmouth?

Odney Manor: Yeah, it's back the way you came. *pulls out gun.*

*Scene cuts back to the tavern where Thomas and Mila are sitting at a table with glasses of cola. Leeko walks over to them.*

Leeko: Hey, you two. How are you enjoying your first aimless tavern crawl... Sorry, I meant "highly productive reconnaisance mission"?

Thomas: Hey, maybe we'll get lucky, Leeko.

Mila: I agree with Thomas, You never know what you'll overhear in a place like this.

Leeko: You say that now. So... how many taverns has it been? Thirteen, now?

Thomas: I don't know... This is my first one.... outside of Sodor, I mean.

Mila: And you still haven't found any clues?

Leeko: Nope, not a one. The best you can say about is this. I suppose it's better than battles on the high seas, right?

Thomas: Eh, it's the other way round for me.

Mila: You can say that again, Leeko. We should consider ourselves lucky if we can get what we want without having to fight, right?

Leeko: You sound just like Darious you know, Mila.

Thomas: Erm... Mila? I'd take that back if I were you.

Mila: What do you mean, Thomas?

Thomas: Think about it. There could be some mystical sea monsters that live on the ocean floorboards, waiting to suck in their prey.

Mila: *chuckles* Now WHY would we think there'd be sea monsters?

Thomas: Well, you are a pirate and you do go out to sea 24/7.

Mila: So?

Thomas: And... that's it. Sea monsters... scary things.... Rawr... eat you up... that sort of stuff.

Leeko: Oh that's just silly mumbo-jumbo, Thomas. We would NEVER find a monster on our travels.

Thomas: You never know, Leeko. You might...

Leeko: *chuckles* Anyways, I won't be much help to you or the rest of the crew. You should just go talk to someone else.

*Leeko walks off to join someone else's conversation.*

Thomas: Hey, you're still pretty much help to me!

Mila: Don't worry about him, Thomas. He'll get round to us, one way or another.

Thomas: I suppose. Anyways, I wonder what the other engines are up to?

*Thomas and Mila leave their table, taking their drinks with them. They find Percy and Chloe, gambling with Morgana and Rahiros, a red rhinoceros.*

Morgana: Are you gonna bet or are you just gonna sit there?

Percy: Patience please, Morgana... Big guy is just taking his time.

Rahiros: Um...

Morgana: In or out... which is it?

Chloe: This is gonna take a while.

Rahiros: Alright, I'm in for... 100.

Morgana: Your poker face is pathetic. I'm calling...

Chloe: Yeah, I'm out.

Percy: I'm folding.

Rahiros: Four-of-a-kind, how's that poker face now?

*Morgana slyly reaches into her boot.*

Morgana: Four-of-a-kind for me. Guess I got lucky again...

Rahiros: What? You're kidding, again?

Chloe: No s**t, Sherlock.

Rahiros: Nobody's got luck that good. *calls over to Thomas and Mila.* Hey, you two - you saw her. She's cheating, right?

Thomas: *chuckles* She might have a four-of-a-kind, but Percy here has a royal flush.

*And sure enough, Thomas is right. Percy puts down his cards, revealing a royal flush of clubs.*

Percy: *smirks* How'd you like them, apples?

*Chloe, Rahiros and Morgana all groan and grumble in dismay.*

Mila: And another thing, Morgana WAS cheating. I saw her take something from her boot. *whispers to Morgana.* Sorry, Morgana.

Rahiros: AHA! I knew it! You're a card shark. Give me back my gold.

Morgana: *blushes because she got a bit carried away.* Ah... yeah... No. 6 already won it.

Percy: Yep, and you'll have to pry it from my cold, scrap, body.

Rahiros: You better pay up now or...

Percy: Or else what? Call for a constable, my hands are clean, you know. I used my emergancy hand gel earlier today.

Rahiros: This isn't over! I will get my gold back, you mark my words! *storms off to the bar to buy a beer.*

Morgana: What the hell is wrong with you, guys? Don't you recognise a hustle when you see one, sweetheart?

Thomas: You think so, but no.

Morgana: You're a liability, No. 1. I bet you haven't found anything out either, have you?

Thomas: Well, no. Because there aren't much people here, aside from you Dread Pirates and us Steam Team engines.

*Just then, Darious and Edward walk over.*

Darious: Well, my efforts have proved fruitless... not even a whisper about the cave.

Edward's tried using this "Google Maps" thing to locate the whereabouts of the cave too.

Edward: I did my best, but there's no sign. But I'm still thankful that this place has free Wi-Fi and all.

Morgana: That makes three of us.

Chloe: *clears throat* SEVEN of us.

Morgana: Ah, yes. SEVEN of us, thanks No. 40. How much more of our time are we going to waste here?

Thomas: Beats me, It'll take even longer when the boys are drunk.

Darious: Anyway, I just discovered a small dining terrace out back. It shouldn't take long for you lot and I to comb through it, and then we'll head out.

Morgana: Fine, let's get this over with.

Thomas: Hold up, let me buy a Diet Coke to go. I really need some energising to get the old pistons pumping.

*Thomas steams over to the bar.*

Mila: I'd better go with him too... Just because... *Mila immediately follows Thomas to the bar.*

*Thomas and Mila arrive at the bar where they take their seats. James and Donald are already there, chatting. Thomas is about to dig into his wallet for a pound note but Mila stops him.*

Mila: Please, Thomas. Allow me.

*Mila digs out a £10 note from her purse and places it on the counter.*

Mila: Abbigail, two Diet Cokes please.

*Abbigail, a goldish brown vixen, serves Thomas and Mila two glass bottles of Diet Cokes.*

Abbigail: Here you are. Hey, I couldn't help but overhear what you and some of your friends have been asking about. I don't want you or anyone else looking for that treasure, you hear?

Thomas: Aw, why not? Is it because I'm adopted? I HAVE a mother you know.

Abbigail: Don't play dumb with me, I know you heard the rumours.

James: And SO HAVE WE! Those Dread Pirates are finding that treasure and WE'RE helping them. Even if it involves getting brutally annihilated or not.

Abbigail: Yes, but the Cursed Coast. It's the most dangerous outline on the planet. The underwater reefs make sailing around a willy-nilly suicide mission.

Thomas: Suicide mission, indeed. *scoffs* I've been on suicide missions before but I'm still standing... *looks up.* Oh... no... they're not gonna play Elton John? Well, what am I gonna sing? This is a musical after all, Electric Light Orchestra? Nah, we'll save that for later...

Where was I? Ah, yes? You seem like a nice gal, Abbigail. Maybe you should join us and help us seek that treasure.

Mila: Thomas is right, we could land safely if we had the exact coordinates...

James: I'd just use Google Maps, that's fast and reliable.

Thomas: Didn't work, James. Darious and Edward told us.

Abbigail: You don't even know half of it. Even if you could land, what about the beast guarding the treasure?

James: *spits out cola he was drinking.* THERE'S A BEAST?!

Abbigail: A bloodthirsty monster, No. 5. Are you really so stupid that...?

*Suddenly, a creaking door sounds and a pair of heavy, swashbuckling boots can be heard.

Abbigail: Oh no, it's him!

Thomas: What? Who's him?

Mila: Him who?

Abbigail: Just get down and stay quiet.

Thomas: But we only still haven't...

*But before Thomas could finish answering. Mary and Brock enter the tavern, following behind a fearsome pirate named Rourkie.*

Mila: Rourkie...

Rourkie: Abby, Abby, Abby... and Mila. Why so glum? You know how I feel about long faces.

Abbigail: Rourkie, why are you here? I already paid up for this month.

Rourkie: Oh, I know. Dealing with pirates just keeps getting more and more dangerous, doesn't it? So we're going to start needing the protection money TWICE a month.

Abbigail: Fine, Take this and leave.

Rourkie: My, my, my... I had NO idea how much you were struggling.

Mila: What do you mean?

Rourkie: This is all you girls could spare? Either this place is struggling... or you're holding out onto us. Now if it was me... I think I'd give every penny I had to know I could sleep

safely and soundly in my bed. I trust you get what I'm saying, Abby?

Mila: You expect Abbigail to turn over everything she has?

Rourkie: Mind the long face, Mila. I'm not a monster, I'm willing to compromise. If you don't have the coin right now, I'm open to accepting other forms of payment.

Abbigail: You don't mean...

*But before Abbigail could reply, Thomas steams over.*

Thomas: Step aside, Abbigail. Let a really useful engine deal with guys like this. *steams over to Rourkie.* So, Mr. Nice Guy, you're looking to nick someone's mon-ay and feel good about it?

Rourkie: What... the hell... is that...?

Brock: That's a steam locomotive, cap'n.

Rourkie: I KNOW WHAT IT IS, BROCK! But... why does it have a face...? ...and talks...? Who are you?

Thomas: The name's Tank Engine, THOMAS the Tank Engine. My homies, the Steam Team and I have been travelling the world, kicking people's asses and screwing their brains out. I expect you want us to do the same for you?

Rourkie: No... But anyway, I've got a compromise to do. Abbigail, your son is up in the attic? How old is he? 12? I was younger than that when I scrubbed my first deck.

Thomas: Really? I was younger than that when I first shunted my coaches.

Abbigail: No, not my son!

James: What is your son even doing in the attic in the first place?

Abbigail: Hiding, from the likes of THESE guys. *points to Rourkie and his crew.*

Rourkie: Au Contraire, Abbigail. Mary, why don't you bring him down?

Mary: Of course, cap'n. I'd only be too happy to...

*Mary walks over to the attic, but as she does so. She accidentally walks into Donald, making him spill his cola in the process.*

Donald: Ya cost me a fiver, ya muckel piece of s**t.

Mary: *blushes embarrassingly* Ah... yeah... right...

Abbigail: WAIT! Here, that's everything. Just don't touch my son!

Rourkie: Oh, Abby, thank you. I appreciate it. I'm sure your son will, too. Mary, you haven't gone deaf, have you?

Mary: No, I haven't, cap'n. Some other locomotive with a face spilt his drink all over me.

Donald: OH, FOR LOSH SAKES! She was the one getting in my way. The wee layabout doesn't take care of her surroundings.

Rourkie: Alright, alright. I told you to go up to the attic and bring down the boy, didn't I? So why are you still here?

Mary: But my clothes are wet with cola.

Abbigail: And... you said...

Rourkie: It'll be good for him, Abby. What kind of man will he turn out to be if he's raised by a woman with no spine? Mary, go fetch him and DON'T make me ask again.

Mary: Right away, boss... I mean... cap'n.

Donald: I don't think you'll be going ANYWHERE unless you pay for mah cola. I haven't even drunk it yet.

Mary: Well, compensate me, Mr. Clumsy. You shouldn't have got in my way. Now if you excuse me, I've got some kidnapping to do.

*Mary walks away, but just as she does so. She ends up bumping into Douglas and spills HIS cola in the process.*

Douglas: OH, FOR THE LOVE OF- Watch where you're going, ya b***h.

Donald: Hey, Douggie. Did she spill your drink too?

Douglas: Don't remind me, Donal'. I've seen enough.

Donald: Well, I think the laddie needs to have her brain smashed. Now CHOKE ON IT!

*Donald raises his empty cola glass above Mary's head. But as he swings it, Mary dodges and the glass hits Douglas on his forehead.*

Douglas: OCH! Crikey, laddie. You gave me a smash on the noggin for the umpteenth time.

Donald: You should've dodged my attack, you absolute w****r!

Douglas: Why YOU-

*Douglas gets out a baton from his running board and begins hitting Donald with it.*

Abbigail: Not in MY pub, you don't. *gets a kettle of boiling water and sprays it in both the Scottish Twins' eyes.*

Donald: AAAUGH, Me eyes!

Douglas: Ach, I'm scalding, I am!

Abbigail: PLEASE don't take my son. Have mercy! *follows Mary to the attic.*

*Mila, Rourkie, Brock, James and Thomas all watch the whole thing, stunned. Mila turns to Thomas.*

Mila: Are they... usually like that?

Thomas: Ah, that's Scottish Twin stereotypes for you. Happens 24/7 on Sodor.

*Just then, Gordon, Edward, Darious and Morgana return from tavern-hunting.*

Gordon: Don't worry, guys. I'm sure we'll have better luck at the next tavern.

Morgana: Darious says that every time, No. 4.

Edward: And I don't think we will. LOOK!

Morgana: Wait... is that...? ROURKIE!!!

*Morgana lifts up a chair and hits Brock over the face with it.*

Morgana: I was HOPING the next time I saw your ugly face, it would be at the end of a hangman's noose. But to see you, of all people, TAKING A KID?!

Rourkie: Morgy, Morgy, Morgy... so good to see you again after all these years.

Morgana: You don't get to call me that anymore. You die, NOW!!!

*But before Morgana could attack, Thomas steams into action.*

Thomas: Don't worry, I've got this!

*Thomas steams past Morgana and pushes Rourkie over. Rourkie is now lying underneath Thomas' front bufferbeam.*

Rourkie: Ouch... Silly me, I thought you steam-boys cared about that boy in the attic... You really think he'll be fine if you harm me?

Darious: Thomas, don't be too rash.

Morgana: Cap'n, you don't understand, he's... he's...

Thomas: He's asking for it but NOT ON MY WATCH!

Darious: You're right, Thomas. Return anything you've stolen, Rourkie. Tell your subordinate to come back down, without the boy and without a weapon.

Rourkie: Or else what? You and your little gang of merry misfits will tear me limb from limb?

Thomas: They wouldn't, but I WOULD.

Rourkie: You just try, steam-boy.

Thomas: Okay...

*Thomas grabs Rourkie's left arm and pulls.*

Rourkie: What the... ow.. Owww.. OWWWW! OKAY, OKAY! It was figure of speech, just don't pull my limbs apart. PLEASE!! Ow...

Thomas: Alright. But YOU THINK you can just TAKE A F**KING KID and walk away?

Rourkie: I haven't told anyone this but I've grown so soft, haven't I? The old me would have simply burned this place to the ground if someone was holding out on me, like you are now. We've got an interesting crowd here...

Tell me, Thomas. What do you think their roasting flesh would smell like?

Thomas: Sunshine and farts, that what I think.

Morgana: No. 1... just let me do it!

Darious: She won't listen to me forever, time is not on your side, little man.

Rourkie: You... insolent... little s**t. I guess I have to pay for my sins, don't I? Here you go, Abby. Don't spend it all in one place.

*Rourkie gives Thomas back the stolen money, who passes it over to Abbigail.*

Darious: Now LEAVE and take your goons with you. Leave the boy unharmed.

Rourkie: How convenient for Abby that YOU LOT happened to show up. I'd heard rumors that she had some kind of valuable information.

Thomas: What information?

Rourkie: Doesn't count for the likes of you, steam-boy. I dismissed them out of hand, of course. How could someone like her know anything? But Darious, seeing you here... It's always taken something more

valuable than money to interest you, hasn't it? Maybe, just maybe... there IS something special here after all.

Thomas: Alright, that's it. Now I'm gonna...

Morgana: No. 1! Let me do this...

Rourkie: Don't worry, steam-boy. You won't have to rein her in. I'll leave quietly... As soon you get off me first. Your wheels are crushing my legs.

Thomas: Oh, sorry...

*Thomas reverses so Rourkie could stand up.*

Rourkie: Mary, Brock... has your deafness returned? We're leaving.

*Mary and Brock arrive on the scene.*

Brock: Ugh... whatever you say, boss... I mean, cap'n...

Rourkie: Morgy... we'll see each other again soon.

*Rourkie, Brock and Mary leave the tavern. Thomas, Mila, Morgana, Darious, Leeko, Abbigail, James, Gordon, Edward, Donald and Douglas stand there, stunned. Eventually, Percy and Toby arrive on the scene.*

Percy: Awww... don't tell me I missed the big bar fight.

Toby: Hey, you were the one taking me on the scavanger hunt to find some toilet paper.

Percy: Public toilets are a nuisence, Toby. I can't do business unless they have a stall with toilet paper, and LOTS of it.

Abbigail: Anyways, words cannot begin to express my gratitude.

Thomas: Then DON'T express it with words next time. Just give us the map to the treasure and everything will alright.

Abbigail: I... can't.

Thomas: Oh... fine. Can we have the map to the treasure... PLEASE?

Abbigail: Umm... sorry... but no.

Mila: And why the hell not?

Abbigail: Because I don't want anything to happen to you. Between the coast and the monster, you've got no chance. When I went, everyone but me died... including my husband. Especially after your display today, I can't give it to you.

Percy: Wait... you were a sailor on the S.S Gourmet?

Abbigail: No, I worked on the S.S Diarrhea before I came here.

Percy: That figures...

Edward: Your number one priority shouldn't be our safety, Abby. It should be your son's.

Gordon: Edward's right. Rourkie isn't a man who takes humilation lightly. You two need to leave town immediately.

Percy: Leave town? Are you dead serious?

Abbigail: I never thought it would come to this. You think if we leave town. We'll be safe?

Thomas: Nope, not even then...

Darious: Thomas is right, Rourkie knows there's some kind of valuable knowledge connected to this tavern. He'll go looking for you, eventually.

Edward: And as what we've witnessed. Giving him what he wants won't be enough to sate him.

Abbigail: But isn't there anything we can do?

Thomas: Until that treasure is found by someone, he'll consider you his best lead. So the only way to make sure you're safe is to give us that map, and everything will be alright. The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates will find that treasure

and make it known far and wide.

Abbigail: But if Rourkie knows you have it, won't you be in danger too, Thomas?

Thomas: Don't be silly, Abbigail. We're really useful engines and NOTHING can stand in our way! Right, guys?

*The other engines and the Dread Pirates aren't so sure about this. But only Mila is confident.*

Mila: Of course, Thomas.

Abbigail: Alright, take the map. But be careful.

*Abbigail hands Thomas the treasure map, Thomas carefully stores it in his bufferbeam.*

Thomas: Thanks, Abbigail. *hands Abbigail £250 in notes.* Here, you'll need this to fix your tavern up.

Abbigail: *stops worrying and starts feeling more better.* You know, Thomas. I think I could do with a useful engine like you.

*But before Thomas could reply, Percy intervenes.*

Percy: Now HOLD ON A MINUTE, Thomas. You're not expecting ALL 21 of us engines to travel the sea to find some ancient treasure?

Thomas: Don't worry, Percy. These pirates saved our lives and we're repaying them.

Percy: But THOMAS, we were supposed to help the other engines in DARTMOUTH. They would've repayed US if we helped them.

Thomas: Oh... damn... you're right, what was I thinking? I forgot about the Dartmouth engines. The railway would've called The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) by now. He and Joey will know that we're lost.

Darious: Hey, don't worry, Thomas. If we can help you once, we can help you again.

Thomas: You will?

*Mila walks over to Thomas.*

Mila: Thomas, we'll make you a deal. If you and your engine friends help us find that treasure. We'll get you all home to the Island of Sodor.

Thomas: You know, Mila... You got a deal!

Percy: Well, that's good. Just as long as we finish this, we can all go home.

Thomas: Come on, there's no time to wait. Let's go!

*Thomas is just steaming out of the tavern when Mila stops him.*

Mila: Wait... Thomas.

Thomas: What's wrong, Mila? Something the matter?

Mila: Let me see if I've got this right, we're sailing our ship through dangerous waters onto a treacherous coastline.

Thomas: And...?

Mila: To hike into a cave with a deadly monster in it, just to get a treasure which Rourkie might also be hunting?

Thomas: Yes...?

Percy: Well, what'd you expect? A picnic in the countryside? Better bring a hoop dress and some lace gloves. *laughs uneasily.*

*The other engines, except Edward, Abbigail and the Dread Pirates, laugh too. Edward blows his whistle sharply.*

Edward: Alright, alright. That's enough. We're not going anywhere if we all start arguing.

Mila: Edward's right. I'm only a spice merchant and Thomas is only a tank engine. We're not pirates. You expect us to risk our lives when we don't even know the full story of why we're out here?

Thomas: I understand why this might be frightening for you, Mila. But as what you and me have just witnessed. It's not safe to discuss things round here.

*Just then, Oliver arrives at the tavern, covered in blood stains.*

Oliver: Thomas is right. Watchet isn't a safe place at all. I asked that bloody Odney Manor about this Cursed Coast and THIS is the thanks I get?

Thomas: Whoa jeez, Oliver. You better back things up a bit.

Darious: Thomas is right, Oliver. We must be careful. Let's all come back to the ship and I promise, I'll explain everything.

Thomas: If you insist, Darious.

Morgana: Great, get your butts moving then. We don't have a moment to waste.

Thomas: And about time too. This scene was so bloody long!

*Thomas and the Dread Pirates leave the tavern back to the ship. Abbigail watches them leave.*

Abbigail: Good luck, you lot! If you need it...

*End of Scene 4*

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Scene 5:

*Back on the Island of Sodor. It's close to dusk and Joey is at Knapford with The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt).*

Narrator: Meanwhile, on the Island of Sodor. The news about the Steam Team's disappearance suddenly spread.

*Joey has just finished sweeping up platform 1 at Knapford when he hears The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) on his telephone.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Wait... they've WHAT?!... Oh dear... I understand... I'm not sure how I should break the news to Joey, the Female Furries or the other engines but... we'll work something out... good night. *hangs up.*

Joey: What's wrong, sir?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Joey... I'm not sure how to say this but... The Steam Team didn't arrive at Dartmouth.

Joey: Wait... what?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Yes, Joey. The Steam Team are missing.

Joey: No... they can't be, sir. It'll be Misty Island Rescue all over again. *sniffs*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): *pats Joey on the shoulder.* Don't worry, Joey. I'm pretty sure we can track down the whereabouts of Thomas and his friends.

Joey: I hope so, sir.

*Just then, The Female Furries walk onto the platform.*

Amy: Evening, sir. Hello, Joey. *notices Joey and The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) looking miserable.* Oh, you two seem upset. What's wrong, sir?

Joey: Oh, Amy. It's terrible. The Steam Team got lost during a trip to Dartmouth.

Amy: Don't worry, Joey. You and The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) gave them GPSs. So they should be alright.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Actually, Amy. The engines don't have GPSs, they only use Google Maps.

Sandy: ...and Google Maps requires Wi-Fi to be used.

Amy: Oh... that sucks.

Joey: Yes, but aside that, Who am I going to work with until Thomas gets found?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Don't worry, Joey. I'll find another engine you can work with.

Joey: Thank you, sir.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Anyways, don't you furries have a train to catch?

Darlene: Well, sir. We WERE going to catch James' early night train. But since he's lost too. Who's going to pull his local?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Don't worry, Darlene. I've have found another substitute for James.

*Just then, a whistle sounds in the backdrop.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): And here he comes now.

*Just then, Neville pulls into the station.*

Neville: Evening, ladies. The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) called me here to look after James' coaches. Hop in.

Amy: *shrugs* Well, it's better than nothing.

*Amy and the Female Furries board Neville's train.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Alright, Neville. I know you haven't pulled passengers in a while but please show us what you've got.

Neville: Indeed, sir... and Joey, don't worry about the Steam Team's whereabouts. We're doing our best to look for them.

Joey: Thanks, Neville. Really appreciate it.

*Neville blows his whistle and leaves Knapford with his local train for the Main Line.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Now then, Joey. I expect you need a lift home.

Joey: I certainly do, sir.

*The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) takes Joey to his car so he can take him home. Scene changes to back on the pirate ship where Thomas, the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates are still out sailing. Thomas, Mila and Darious are sitting outside on the ship's deck.*

Thomas: The sea... it sounds really peaceful at dawn.

Mila: I see slumber proved elusive to you as well, Thomas.

Thomas: Oh, what's the point in sleeping, Mila? Leeko says we'll reach the Cursed Coast by dawn. It's not THAT far off, right?

Darious: Correct indeed, Thomas. So how'd you feel about this. Excited? Trepidatious?

Thomas: I'm... actually not sure how I feel about all this, guys.

Darious: *chuckles* We understand, Thomas. These are confusing times for all of us. As I promised, I'll explain the full story of why we're risking our lives for this treasure. Join me and Mila in my quarters and we'll discuss it.

Thomas: Alright.

*Just as Thomas is about to go down to the captain's quarters with Mila and Darious, Percy and Jade turn up beside them.*

Percy: Thomas... are you clearly sure you want to go through all this?

Thomas: Positive, why?

Jade: We don't know... Thomas. This Cursed Coast place sounds really scary. I'm not sure I want to go there just to find some treasure.

Percy: Me neither.

Mila: Oh, there's nothing to be scared of, Percy. Just as long as we're together in one place, we'll be alright.

Percy: *sighs* Very good, Mila.

*Thomas, Mila and Darious head off down to the captain's quarters. Darious opens the door for Thomas.*

Darious: After you, Thomas.

*Thomas enters the captain's quarters first, and gapes at the wonderous treasure that Darious has.*

Thomas: Cinders and ashes, look at all of this.

Mila: We did say we're treasure hunters, Thomas.

Thomas: *smirks* I knew that.

*Darious, Mila and Thomas sit down near a desk.*

Darious: I see you and Mila are admiring the rewards of our exploits.

Thomas: Oh, I certainly am, Darious. But... what is all this? ...and how did you find it?

Darious: Well, though I hunt treasure, I'm not a man driven by greed, Everything you see here is a piece of history, with its own story to tell. Of course, the treasure we're seeking has the grandest story of all.

When I was little, my favourite story was "The Most Wonderful Wizard". Ever heard of it?

Thomas: Ummm... No, I haven't. Where I'm from, there are LOADS of different stories mainly focused around us engines. They either get published in books or adapted to television, as we are right now.

Darious: I suspected as much. The most wonderful wizard was a hound of near-limitless power. Which he sought to use to heal the world. Hunger, Worry, Regret and Misery.

The wizard was sure that, used properly, his magic would banish them all from Earth. He created artifacts to channel his power, the greatest treasure imaginable.

But when he shared the treasure with others... they misused their power and corrupted their purposes. Still, the wizard soldiered on, sacrificing his magic and even his own life to finish this magnum opus.

Which was scattered to the ends of Earth.

Thomas: Bust my buffers, It's hard to imagine THIS being a child's favourite story. What happened next?

Mila: Well, we've come to believe that it isn't a mere story, Thomas. The most wonderful wizard's treasure exists. It is, as you may have suspected, the coins we're seeking. One of which is dangling around my neck.

Thomas: Oh... but what's so special about those coins?

Darious: The truth is, nobody knows anything about the wizard's last treasure for certain. Such as where the coins are, what they do, or why the wizard created them - that wasn't part of the story. That's for us to figure out for ourselves.

Mila: However... we have a hunch or two. How, Thomas, if we may ask, did you acquire that builder's plate in your cab?

Thomas: Um... well... builder's plates, in case you don't know, they're like... birth certificates. Except you have them attached to your body. It's a common thing for machines like myself. What about that coin of yours, Mila? Where'd you get it from?

Mila: I bought it in a shop.

Thomas: Really? *scoffs* As I suspected.

Darious: Well, I can't accept that our meeting was mere coincidence. But after weeks of fruitlessly searching, we'll find the location of the cache of coins. Like the moment when Mila first came on board.

Mila: That's true. Fate is pulling us together and I believe that the treasure wants to be found.

Thomas: Treasures have feelings? But... why?

Darious: Who really knows why the treasure wants what it wants? Perhaps, each coin longs to be with its brethren and...

Thomas: No, no, no, no, no, no. I meant, WHAT would lead you think that a coin could want anything? Like... does it want to be spent or anything?

Mila: Sounds pretty crazy, doesn't it. But let me take just that one step further. Perhaps the treasure wants to be found because it has an agenda for those that find it.

Thomas: Oh...

Mila: And to change them... in their bodies.

Thomas: *gulps* Oh... erm... right... What?

Darious: I know, I know. I can scarcely believe it myself. But life's become very different to me since I found my coin and yours has begun to transform as well, has it not?

Thomas: Nope... don't feel any different, and only because I've just met you guys.

Mila: My life didn't change when I got the coin or when I met Darious and the Dread Pirates. It changed it when we first met you and your friends, Thomas.

Darious: The coins work in strange and mysterious ways, I'm sure, as we gather more, we'll begin to understand more. It's been a long journey just to find two coins. Once we find our cache in the caves...

Thomas: Sorry... will that be where the rest of the coins are?

Mila: No, Thomas. The legend says the treasure was scattered to the ends of Earth.

Darious: Indeed, A large find would be fantastic but we won't find them all in just one place.

Thomas: Oh... I see. But how will we know when we have found them all?

Darious: Well, Thomas. That brings me and Mila to our most radical theory about the coins.

*Just then, Morgana and James burst into the quarters.*

Morgana: Cap'n! Cursed Coastline is sighted. Your friend here seems to have a good view, No. 1.

James: Well, reading those Where's Wally (Where's Waldo) books really paid it off.

Darious: Right, we'll discuss this later, Thomas and Mila.

Thomas: You got it, Darious.

*Thomas and Mila walk out from the captain's quarters to find the ship is almost nearing the Cursed Coast.*

Thomas: Wow, I guess it wasn't so hard to find at all.

*Just then, Leeko walks over to Thomas.*

Leeko: You know, Thomas. Me and Morgana have been thinking. Since you engines are joining us on our little *clears throat* "treasure hunt". We thought you and the other engines might want to look your best for this occasion.

Thomas: Are you sure? Like we just said, we're stowaways, not actually pirates.

Mila: You may not be pirates, but we could make you look like some.

Thomas: How will you do that?

Mila: I'm really good at making clothes for friends, even these clothes I'm wearing, I made them myself.

Thomas: Interesting. But it might be quite difficult considering you'll need LOADS of material for 21 engines.

Mila: No problem. We have PLENTY of material in the lower deck. We can get them and make the materials for you.

Thomas: That could work.

*Scene cuts to SpongeBob-style Time card.*

French Narrator: Later...

*Scene cuts to Mila, putting a tricorn on Thomas' smokebox.*

Mila: There we go! What do you think, Thomas?

*Mila steps down from Thomas, who is covered from funnel to footplate in pirate booty.*

Thomas: I say, Mila. You've done a wonderful job. So which pirate accent should I speak? Should I be an "Arrrr!" pirate or a "Yo-ho-ho!" pirate?

Mila: *laughs* You're alright the way you are, Thomas.

*Thomas looks at the other engines who are also dressed in pirate booty.*

Edward: As much I like the attire for engines, I'm still not sure about this scavenger hunt.

Gordon: It's only just a bunch of treasure, Edward. Nothing to be scared of.

Mila: Gordon's right, Edward. Just see what parts of treasure you can find on this island.

Edward: Oh... Alright, Mila.

*Just then, Toby walks past using two peg legs.*

Toby: Look, I'm Peggy the Pirate Tram Engine. *laughs before falling flat on his face on the deck.*

*Just then, Percy steams past with two separate eye patches covering his eyes.*

Percy: And I'm Blindfart, the Blind Pirate Engine.

*Percy suddenly falls off the side of the ship and into the sea, but manages to get back on board.*

Percy: Funny stuff, these pirate clothes are...

Morgana: *sighs and turns to Chloe.* No. 40! Take us behind those rocks and dock here.

Chloe: Ay-ay, cap'n... I mean... first mate. Moving behind the rocks!

*Chloe steers the ship into the rocks, The ship moves scratches and tears up through the rocky parts of the sea.*

Thomas: Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good... and... stop.

Darious: Oh drat, and we just got those scratches mended.

Chloe: Hey, don't look at me. I don't even know how to park a ship.

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates disembark from the ship.*

Leeko: That was certainly a longer sail than I expected. Wow, look at all these wrecks.

Darious: If we linger here too long. The Pirate's Fate will join them. To call these waters unsafe would be a gross understatement.

Thomas: Oh... so THAT'S the name of your ship... The Pirate's Fate. Pretty dull for a ship's name if you ask me.

Duck: But the real problem is, we have NO idea how deep the caves go, let alone how long it will take to find that treasure.

Percy: ...or if we'll even make it back alive AND in one piece. Should we really be doing this, guys?

Morgana: What Darious meant was someone's got to stay out here in case the tide turns, for the ship's sake.

Mila: I should be the one that stays behind, Thomas can look after me.

Thomas: *gulps* Erm... me? But Mila, we're on an important mission right now. Are you sure?

Mila: Thomas, have I ever not been right? *raises eyebrows.*

Thomas: Well, now that you mentioned it. I'm pretty sure I won't be of much help against a monster.

Darious: Alright, you two. As you wish.

Thomas: Right then, Gordon, Henry, Jade, Duck, Abigail and Rebecca. I want you to look for treasure in that jungle over there.

*Thomas points to a jungle on the right side of the cave.*

Gordon: Consider it done, Thomas.

Henry: As long as the bugs don't bite.

*Gordon, Henry, Jade, Duck, Abigail and Rebecca steam off to find the treasure in the jungle. Morgana turns to Molly, Oliver, Donald, Douglas and Bertha.*

Morgana: Nos. 32, 11, 9, 10 and 85. I need you to hunt for some other treasure hidden amongst those cliffs there.

*Morgana points to a cliffside on the left of the cave.*

Bertha: Fine by me, ma'am.

Oliver: I don't know... Those cliffs look mighty dangerous if I take one glance at it.

Donald: Och, dinna fash yourself, Oliver. We've got our mountaineering gear with us. So it shouldn't be a hassle.

Oliver: Alright. Donald, if you insist.

*Donald, Douglas, Oliver, Molly and Bertha head over to the cliffside. Leeko turns to Emily, Toby, Chloe, Rosie, Holly and Nia.*

Leeko: You lot, I need you to climb up that mountain and find some treasure up there.

*Leeko points to a mountain on the top of the cave.*

Chloe: All the way up there? You must be joking.

Nia: Don't worry, Chloe. I'm an adventurer. I'll help you and the others through.

Chloe: Thank you, Nia. Really appreciate it.

*Emily, Toby, Chloe, Rosie, Holly and Nia head over to the mountain, leaving only four engines which are Thomas, Percy, James and Edward. Mila turns to them.*

Mila: Well, I guess that leaves you three to go with Darious.

Percy: In the dark cave? I don't want to go in there.

Darious: We have to, Percy. Even if we make it out alive or not.

Thomas: Darious is right, Percy. He'll will be your commanding officer until you and the others return. Please follow his orders as you would with mine.

Morgana: Alright, maggots. Let's move out!

Percy: *ahem* The correct term is "puffball". If you're gonna say insults, say them right.

Morgana: Okay...

*Percy, James and Edward, along with Morgana, Leeko and Darious, set off into the dark cave, leaving Thomas and Mila by themselves on the shore.*

Mila: Good luck!

*Scene changes to Thomas and Mila, laying down on the beach, watching the clouds.*

Mila: So, how are things usually back in Sodor, Thomas?

Thomas: Well, it depends, Mila. Sometimes we have good days, other times we have bad. But it doesn't usually stop us from running on time.

*Just then, a giant shadow crosses over the two.*

Thomas: Hey, who put the clouds... there?

*Thomas and Mila look up to find a giant galleon parked right in front of them.*

Mila: Looks like someone else is finding that treasure.

Thomas: *gets up* The ray of sunshine lost by that moron who should've been fined for parking that thing.

*Thomas sets off to the find the galleon's entrance. Mila picks herself up and follows.*

Thomas: *arrives at the starboard.* Excuse me, sir. Is this your...?

*Just then, who should climb down from the ship but Rourkie!*

Rourkie: Hello again, Thomas.

Thomas: Wha... ROURKIE? HOW THE F**K DID YOU FIND US?

Rourkie: Well, well, well, what do we have here? Don't try and yell, you two. That would just ruin everything, wouldn't it?

Mila: Why are you here?

Rourkie: The treasure, of course.

Thomas: What treasure?

Rourkie: The wizard's treasure.

Thomas: What wizard's treasure?

Rourkie: *groans* THE wizard's treasure. The one he used to heal the world!

Thomas: Heal the what now?

Rourkie: *facepalms* Oh, for God's sake! I SAID...

Mila: You mean the coins? Why are you looking for them?

Rourkie: Look, missy. All that matters is that you and your crew want them. You see, Darious took something very valuable from me once.

Now it's time for me to take something precious to him!

Thomas: What was that then, your wallet? Your credit card? Your grampy's ashes?

Rourkie: *sighs* No, no, no! Darious didn't steal any of those things, or at least not to my knowledge.

Mila: So it's just revenge, right?

Brock: Good guess, but actually no. You see...

Rourkie: SHUT THE HELL UP, BROCK! I HAVE THIS UNDER CONTROL! Revenge is one goal, Wealth is another. But really... *smirks* I'm doing

it just because I can. After all, Abby never did a thing to me, did she?

Thomas: Abigail never did a single thing to you. After all, she's only an engine.

Rourkie: No, she isn't. She's a vixen.

Thomas: No... my friend, Abigail. Aqua blue U class with a big yellow No. 33 on her sides. The feisty one.

Brock: Wait... your friend's name's ALSO Abigail?

Thomas: Yeah, so?

Brock: Great, I'm so confused now.

Rourkie: CAN IT, BROCK! The one we assassinated is the true Abigail. Her name has two Bs in it. It's usually the biggest giveaway.

Thomas: Hold up... you KILLED HER? The Abbigail at the Tavern?!

Rourkie: Yes, so why did it feel good to me? Oh yeah, just to watch her die! You're really surprised by that?

Thomas: Erm... *small cough*

Rourkie: Ah, we live and learn. Well, Brock, Mary, we're in luck.

Brock: We are?

Rourkie: Of course we are! Weren't you two even listening? Our foes happen to be idiots!

Thomas: HEY! The Steam Team are not idiots! Well, except for Gordon, James and Henry because they're big-assed Main Line Engines.

Mila: Thomas is right, they're not stupid. They're just misunderstood.

Rourkie: Of course you're stupid! You went into that cave to fight the monster, right? All we'll have to fight is what's left of your crew! We'll kill them all

and then we can just sit pretty and wait as long as it takes.

Thomas: No, you can't. Besides, you try stabbing at least one of my friends, they'll grab your hand whilst their backs are turned and hurtle you against a wall.

They've experimented before on furries.

*Mila, Rourkie, Brock and Mary look at Thomas in a horrified way.*

Thomas: Well... it's true. But let's cut to the chase. Look around, Rourkie. Ships don't last long out here. If you wait too long, The tide will turn and our ships will sink!

Brock: Gosh, hadn't thought of that... If that's true. how will we get out of here?

Thomas: That's easy. YOU WON'T! That's the whole f**king point! We'll ALL be stuck here, forever.

Rourkie: Good. Then we'll spend the rest of our lives torturing you. Oh, that would be fun...

Thomas: Nice try, a*****e! I'm way more bigger, stronger and tougher than you think. I'm actually a machine built to run for a lifetime.

Mila: Do steam engines REALLY run for a lifetime, Thomas?

Thomas: *sighs 'cos he knows he's been beat.* No...

Rourkie: You know, Mila. I think your little blue tank engine has given me an idea...

Brock: What's that, boss?

Rourkie: It might take too long for them to find the treasure. Hell, even their crew might've been eaten already.

Thomas: No, they wouldn't. Besides, only three engines went into the cave. Six are in the mountain, some are up those cliffs and others are in the jungle.

But you don't know which one has the coin... do you?

Rourkie: That's easy, in the cave.

Thomas: Good guess, buddy. IT'S NOT! *laughs*

Mary: You're lying, T-boy! I hope this monster enjoyed them!

Rourkie: Yeah, but there's still a treasure for us: The Pirate's Fate. We'll blow up our ship and leave the Dread Pirates stranded out here.

Mary: No, wait. I changed my mind. Rather than being "eaten" by the monster. I want them to see us sail away into the horizon. I want to see their hopeless

expressions on their faces as they realize they're stuck here... forever!

Rourkie: Hmmm... that's actually not a bad idea, Mary.

Mila: This... isn't exactly what I had in mind.

Thomas: Me neither.

Rourkie: Well, maybe not. But you two. You're an excellent inspiration, you know that? In fact, I think we've found another treasure.

Brock: Uh... where?

Rourkie: Right here, you fool! Thomas and Mila would make excellent additions to the ship.

Thomas and Mila: WHAT?!

Mary: Hey! I'm not serving with someone like these two! I mean, look at Thomas! He's so abnormally creepy.

*Thomas steams over to Mary and takes a suspicious closer look at her.*

Thomas: Oh... you got a problem with steamboys, missy?

Mary: *shudders* As a matter of fact, yes. Oh God... I'm being SO creeped out now.

Rourkie: Oh shut up, Mary! I said they were a treasure! Not officers! Maybe more like... pets, playthings, something for us to enjoy when we get bored.

Thomas: We can't be of any use to you, guys. Sorry, but I won't cooperate. Just let me stay behind with my crewmates.

Rourkie: Mind the long face, steamboy. Mind if we call you that? Steamboy? Or maybe blue puffball?

Thomas: Rourkie, I don't need a new crewname. I HAVE a name. It's Thomas T. Tank Engine a.k.a North Western Railway No. 1.

Rourkie: You know, steamboy. My ship takes some getting used to. But that's alright, it took Morgana and me a couple of years to get the hang of it.

Pretty rough years those were.

Thomas: I said my name is Thomas, not f**king...

Rourkie: Shut up, I'm talking! Anyway, then we became the best. Better than the best, in fact. Then we... you know, you're right about what you said earlier.

I can't talk about it forever, can I? The tide's coming in.

*Thomas and Mila look down to see that Rourkie's right. The tide really HAS come in, up to Mila's heels and Thomas' counterweights.*

Thomas: Look, Rourkie. As much as I don't want to be here, right now. *picks up a crab from the shore.* Like this crab here, I'm sure we can settle a dispute.

*The crab pinches Thomas' nose.*

Thomas: OW! Hey! No pinching! *gets pinched by the crab again.* Hey! No pinching! Okay? You want me to pinch you?

*The crab looks at Thomas in a nervous sort of way.*

Thomas: You know that hurts me, silly. No pinching, Okay... *puts the crab back down on the sand, which scuttles away.* Now, before we can begin. Let me just leave a final note for the others who DID make it back out alive.

*Scene cuts to SpongeBob-style Time card.*

French Narrator: One Final Note Later...

*Scene cuts to Thomas putting rocks down on the sand in the form of message.*

Rourkie: *sighs* Are you done yet?

Thomas: Almost... Dang, I'm a few rocks short of a rescue.

*Camera pans out to reveal Thomas' message which says: TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: I, THOMAS T. TANK ENGINE, BID YOU SOS! YOU MIGHT'VE FORGOTTEN ME

AND YOU MAY HAVE FORGOT MILA. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. LONG STORY SHORT,

I NEED HELP! I'M KIDNAPPED BY ROURKIF.*

Brock: Why not you just use lowercase letters on your message?

Thomas: Quiet, Brock! I'm thinking... I know, I'll use lowercase letters!

Brock: Oh, but that was my f**king idea!

Thomas: Well, too bad. It's my idea now.

*Mila, Rourkie, Brock and Mary all groan in dismay whilst Thomas rearranges the rocks to rewrite his message.*

Scene cuts to SpongeBob-style Time card.*

French Narrator: Another Rewrite Later...

*Scene changes to Mila and the others still waiting for Thomas.*

Mila: *sighs* Are you done now?

*Thomas steams back to view his message.*

Thomas: All done!

Rourkie: FINALLY! Now, we can go!

Thomas: You can. Me and Mila are finding that coin.

*Brock peers out from Thomas' cab.*

Brock: Rourkie said we had a deal. Now how do you work this thing? Maybe it was this...

Thomas: Wait, Brock! I...

*Brock opens Thomas' regulator which sends him darting straight forward and into a coconut tree. A coconut falls and bonks Thomas' smokebox.*

Thomas: Oww...

Mila: *sighs* I'll drive him, Brock.

*Mila climbs onto Thomas' footplate and proceeds to drive him back to the ship.*

*End of Scene 5*

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Scene 6:

*Scene changes to back on the seashore where voices are heard from inside the cave.*

Darious: Won't you look at that? James finally found a way out.

James: Your sarcasm never seems to impress me, cap'n.

Percy: Finally, the beautiful, beautiful... *gets a sunbeam in his eye.* Aaaargh, Oh... okay, maybe not-so-beautiful sunlight.

Leeko: Ugh, after spending so much time in the underground, my eyes hurt...

Edward: Tell me about it, old chap.

Morgana: For a cartographer and navigator, Leeko and No. 5, you sure have lousy senses of direction.

James: Hey, I said I was smart, not short-sighted.

Leeko: Well, we made it, didn't we? The hard part's over.

*Darious and the gang emerge from the cave. They find the coast completely deserted.*

Darious: Mila? Thomas? Where have they gone?

James: Oh, probably just going round to find the others I assume.

Morgana: I doubt they would, No. 5.

Percy: Hang on... what's with all these rocks on the ground?

Edward: These rocks are forming a message.

Percy: The message reads "To whom it may concern: I, Thomas T. Tank Engine, am bidding you SOS. You might've forgotten me

and you may have forgot Mila. But that's not the point, long story short. I need help! I'm kidnapped by Rourkie!" THOMAS IS GONE!

*The others gasp in shock.*

Edward: Oh no, this is terrible!

James: Thomas and Mila could be in serious trouble!

Morgana: ROURKIE STOLE MILA AND NO. 1?! What the hell was he thinking? That he could just buy us off?! That they'd suddenly turn into nice guys if

he gave them everything he wanted?

Darious: I knew something was up when we left Thomas and Mila outside.

James: And worst of all, he took our ship! Me and Henry left our stash of pornography on that ship!

*Scene cuts to cutaway of Rourkie, Mary and Brock opening a cardboard box.*

Rourkie: Mates, we've hit the jackpot.

*Scene cuts back to the gang.*

Percy: Oh, my best friend! *breaks down in tears* He's gone... forever. Right out of our lives!

Darious: No, he won't be, Percy! You and the others helped us find the coin in the Cursed Coast and made it back alive. So I'm sure we can

help you find Thomas and rescue him.

Percy: *sniffs* Thanks, Darious.

*Just then, the Steam Team come racing back.*

Gordon: We're back, guys. What did we miss?

Toby: Did somebody die?!

Percy: No-one died, but we still lost somebody.

Gordon: Who?

Edward: Rourkie came along and kidnapped Thomas and Mila.

Gordon: WHAT? That damn motherf**ker! Now who am I going to torment on a daily basis?

Toby: And how am I...

Leeko: Never mind the philosophy, Toby! How are WE going to get out of here?

*The gang looks nervously at each other but they have no idea.*

Darious: Well, the answer is simple, folks. Rourkie stole our ship and now we will take his.

James: That's pretty insane, BUT YET INGENIUS.

Percy: And with ALL those other shipwrecks seen around here, we can salvage them for spare parts.

Leeko: What a good idea, Percy. But the only problem is... Us Dread Pirates don't have a carpenter.

Edward: Don't worry, Leeko. THE STEAM TEAM will carpent your ship.

Henry: We've got to hurry, guys. Thomas could be lost, or scared, or confused...

Darious: Well, then. There's no time to lose. Morgana, Leeko, Jade and Abigail. I want you to search the coastline and locate that ship.

Morgana: On it, cap'n.

Jade: Yes, sir.

*Morgana and Leeko both board Jade and Abigail and the two engines chuff away to find Rourkie's old ship.*

Percy: I'm so worried for my friend. He could gone forever out of our lives... and what would The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) say?

*A thought bubble comes out of Percy's funnel with The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) in it.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) *fantasy*: Engines! I am very ashamed of you, you have caused confusion and delay! You will all go back to the sheds just as soon as I can arrange it.

*Percy's thought bubble poofs in a cloud of smoke.*

Percy: Oh, b******s.

*Just then, Jade's whistle sounds in the backdrop.*

Jade: Captain! Captain! Come quick! We've found it! We've found it!

Leeko: Alright, Jade. That's enough.

Darious: Well, that was quick. Let's join the others. Come on, you lot.

*Darious leads Percy, Mila and the Steam Team to where Rourkie's old ship is marooned.*

Morgana: Yep, this is Rourkie's ship, alright. Same hellhole it always was.

Toby: Don't be silly, Morgana. Nothing like a fresh coat of paint can't fix.

Darious: If we're all not happy with this ship... Well, that's just fine with me. I'm sure our dissatisfaction will motivate us all the more to reclaim The Pirate's Fate.

James: Indeed, Darious.

Darious: Leeko, please chart a course for Watchet.

Percy: What? Again?

Darious: Well, it's better than nothing.

Percy: I suppose so.

Darious: Chloe! Set sail for Watchet.

Chloe: Ay-ay, Cap'n.

*Chloe steers the ship off the shore and into deeper waters, ready for their expedition. They only just left the Cursed Coast when they hear an angry voice.*

Voice: ARE YOU F**KING SERIOUS, RIGHT NOW?

*The engines and pirates look up to reveal Molly, Oliver, Donald, Douglas and Bertha have been left behind and are still on the cliffs.*

Percy: Oh! Hi, guys! Didn't expect to see you up here.

Oliver: You've already found the god damn treasure AND LEAVE THE FIVE OF US STRANDED?

Morgana: Ah, sorry about that guys. No. 40, drop anchor. We have to rescue the others.

Chloe: On it.

*Chloe suddenly turns the ship too sharply.*

Morgana: Nononononono, No. 40. Not too sharp, you're gonna-

*The back part of the ship crashes into the rocks and a window breaks.*

Chloe: Oops...

Darious: Ah, that's Rourkie's problem. He'll sort it.

Percy: Sorry, Oliver. We didn't realise you guys have been left behind.

Donald: Och, but I suppose it's a fine how do you do, isn't it, Douggie?

Douglas: Aye, couldn't agree more myself, Donal'.

Bertha: Well, either way. Just get us down and nothing more will be said.

*Percy gets out a ladder and puts it on the cliffside.*

Percy: Alright, guys. Just get down this ladder and we'll get our asses shifting.

*Molly, Oliver, Donald, Douglas and Bertha all climb down from the cliffside.*

Percy: Now, let's set course for Watchet.

*The ship starts sailing towards Watchet.*

*Scene changes to the ship out at sea, sailing towards Watchet.*

Narrator: A few hours passed, and the engines and pirates had finally set their course for Watchet.

Percy: Well, we're almost there. Do you really think we'll find another lead, right?

Morgana: I wouldn't think ordinarily... But word spreads fast, I'm sure the tavern has attracted

a LOT of rumours about us. We need to stop by to keep an eye on other potential competitors.

Duck: And if we spot any, what do you plan to do? Tell them you're going to kill them, right then and there?

Morgana: Hopefully, it won't come to that, No. 8.

Percy: Oh, I'm sure you'll show appropriate restraint.

Morgana: What are you saying, No. 6?

Percy: I'm saying, with me as your new temporary Steam Team leader. Well... nobody's going to be safe. Not the people we meet and certainly not the people and engines on this ship.

I've just experienced a devastating loss, Morgana and Duck. The last thing I needs is the crew badmouthing me.

Duck: But you badmouth us all the time.

Morgana: Well, if it bothers you so much, No. 8. Just don't sink to that level, okay?

Duck: For your information, Morgana. I'm Great Western and I have seniority over you, ya know. And if Darious has his way, we'll leave you behind at the next stop.

Percy: Duck, shut the hell up, you're not helping.

*Morgana and Duck stand there, confused and stunned. Scene changes onto The Pirate's Fate where Thomas and Mila are talking to Mary.*

Thomas: *sighs* I can't believe I'm really stuck with you and the others.

Mary: Well, not "forever", Thomas. Everyone dies eventually, you know.

Thomas: Mary, that's not what I meant.

Mary: What's important is what we do with the time that we've got. Savour every little moment, since it might be our last.

Thomas: Well, MY last, probably. Oh, please, you gotta help me. I'm not even a pirate.

Mary: Why should I? What I stand to gain from helping you?

Mila: Thomas has never been a pirate. I'm only just a beginner, a spice merchant to be exact.

Thomas: And I'm a stowaway tank engine that's going on holiday to Dartmouth, Well... at least I WAS.

Mary: Hey! It's not my problem you're stuck in this dump!

Thomas: THIS SHIP IS NOT A DUMP! It's the people who I work with. Except you, Mila. I like you...

Mila: Thanks, Thomas.

Thomas: Well, Mary. You could at least do right by your conscience, perhaps?

Mary: Thomas, you're weak and pathetic. My conscience? *scoffs* What kind of pirate do you think worries about that? I'd rather be dead than be tied

down by my worries and fears. I'm never usually like "Oh no, what if I've done the wrong thing?" I never look back. Never.

Thomas: Whoa...

Mary: You know, Thomas and Mila. I never told anyone else this, aside from Rourkie and Brock. I was once a princess, servants waited on me hand and foot. I lived

a life of luxury you could only dream of.

Thomas: That's nothing, I've actually met the Queen once.

Mila: No way... really?

Mary: Wow, are you serious?

Thomas: Yep, HM The Queen, that is.

Mary: Oh, so it's not Queen Nakhta, right?

Thomas: Who's Queen Nakhta?

Mila: We'll explain later, Thomas. But what happened, Mary? Why didn't you stay as a princess?

Mary: *sighs* I was bored out of my skull, Mila. I was content to just cause mischief, for a while. But then I was told by my parents I was engaged to be married.

They said it was "convenient" for them to be allied with another kingdom. Around then, I decided that for me, it was convenient to just disappear. And that was when

Rourkie showed up, heard about my misfortune and set me free. Sure, you might think life out here is nasty, brutish and short. But we're able to live as we please.

Thomas: Well, I suppose you're right.

*Scene changes to the tavern where The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates are resting before setting off on their next voyage. Just then, Rahiros walks up to Percy and Leeko.*

Rahiros: Okay, I gotta be honest with you. I wasn't sure I'd see you guys again.

Percy: Thanks, Rahiros. I'm glad you have faith in us.

Rahiros: Oh, you can't blame me for that, Mr. Small Engine. You're the first to survive. Where's your leader by the way?

Percy: You mean Thomas? Oh, well... where do I begin?

Leeko: Long story short, he was kidnapped by a rival pirate. Same goes for our own member, Mila.

Rahiros: Oh dear... Sorry to hear about that, you two. But don't worry. I'm guranteed you'll be able to find them again. After all, You Dread Pirates sure live up to your name.

*Rahiros walks off, leaving Percy to ponder. Percy turns to Leeko.*

Percy: I wonder what he meant by "living up to our name"?

Voice: Dread Pirates, you say? You're the ones looking for treasure, aren't you?

*Just then, a lizard in blonde hair dressed in some sort of Indian clothing walks over.*

Percy: And WHAT business is that of yours?

Lizard: I get it. You want me to prove my knowledge before you share yours. What a clever man you are. I suppose that's why you're the captain, am I right?

*Suddenly, Darious walks over to the lizard.*

Darious: Actually, I'm the captain of the Dread Pirates.

Percy: And WHO, exactly, are you?

Lizard: Oh, terribly sorry. I'm Tam-Tam.

Percy: Tam-Tam? What kind of an idiotic name is that?

Tam-Tam: Oh, nothing too special. And you are?

Percy: I'm Percy, Percy T. Small Engine. One of the members of the Steam Team, who's currently on a scavenger hunt with pirates.

Leeko: So, what is it do you want, exactly?

Tam-Tam: Oh, it's not about what I want. It's about what you want. I've heard of your exploits and I must say, I'm impressed.

Percy: Why, thank you. We have LOADS of adventures on the Island of Sodor.

Tam-Tam: Not you, I'm talking about the pirates.

Percy: Oh, now that's a spirit breaker...

Tam-Tam: Nevertheless, with goals as grand as yours, you might be in some need of help. And perhaps some... companionship.

Leeko: Ooooh, sorry... we're full right now. The space has been occupied by the Steam Team. I'm sure the captain doesn't need any "companionship" from a two-bit floozy.

Darious: Excuse me, what?

Tam-Tam: My apologies, darling. I didn't know that you and the captain were so... close.

Percy: We're NOT in a relationship, me and Darious are not gay. We're both straight... And whatever you're selling, we're NOT interested.

Tam-Tam: Oh, of course. I should've known you didn't need any help. What use could a crew like yours possibly have for someone like me?

Percy: I don't know? A prostitute? *laughs uneasily*

*The other engines, except Leeko, Darious and Edward, laugh too.*

Edward: *unenthusiastically* Yes... Percy... Very funny. Very funny indeed.

Tam-Tam: I'm only a dashing sailor, a celebrated antiquarian and fearless peer to any pirate. Oh, and did I mention,

I just happen to have a lead on the next location of the wizard's treasure? But, No, no, no, you're not interested in that, are you?

Morgana: Wait a minute... what treasure?

Leeko: You know anything about the wizard's treasure?

Percy: Okay, what do you REALLY want?

Tam-Tam: I want to be a part of your crew. Nothing more and nothing less and I know you'll benefit from my... diverse array of skills and I'm certain if I joined you,

it would be the adventure of a lifetime.

Darious: I don't doubt that.

Morgana: We aren't buying your snake oil.

Henry: Yeah, beat it. Scaly. The engines had their share first.

Tam-Tam: What's the matter, cat got your tongue?

Percy: Well, we had one... at one point.

Tam-Tam: Let me guess, you don't want your cut of the treasure to go down by having to share it with another hand? Right?

Morgana: I don't want my share of the treasure stolen by a backstabbing braggart.

Darious: Ummm... Morgana, she's seem to have demonstrated no threat. Anyway, we'll have to discuss it amongst ourselves, if you don't mind.

Tam-Tam: Of course, take all the time you need. I'll be just over there.

*Tam-Tam walks over to a Pacman arcade machine and starts playing.*

Morgana: Darious, you can't seriously be considering bringing that lying idiot on board.

Leeko: Oh, Darious wouldn't doubt that she's dishonest... but it might not be as you think.

Darious: Leeko is right. Perhaps she's merely playing the fool.

Morgana: What...?

Percy: To start, we believe she's telling the truth about her having a lead on the treasure.

Leeko: Now what makes you say that, Percy?

Percy: Well, put it this way, Leeko. Tam-Tam didn't just say she had a lead for us. She referred to it as the "wizard's treasure".

Thomas and Mila told me the whole story too. Few know of the treasure and far fewer still suspect its true origin.

It's possible that our hunt is no mere coincidence. Perhaps, fate...

Morgana: Really, Darious? You made No. 6 bring it up?

Darious: Morgana, You're my first mate so I value your counsel.

Morgana: She's a bad egg, Darious. I just know it, just like your last ones. After what happened to No. 1 and Mila, you can't just let anyone on board.

Leeko: If you think we're badly off now, doesn't that mean we need all the help we can get, Morgana?

Morgana: Hmmmm... Now that you mention it. No. 6, you're leading the engines as of now, what do you think the newbie should do?

Percy: Ermm... I'm not sure.

Leeko: Well, we've come specifically for a lead and we STILL haven't found one. So... Regardless of my suspicions, it would be wrong for me not to offer her the same chance

that was given to Mila and the engines, What do you think, Percy?

Percy: I think I've got a perfect idea...

Tam-Tam: So are you ready for me to show you the way?

*Ugandan Knuckles appears on the counter.*

Ugandan Knuckles: DO U NO DA WAE?

Tam-Tam: Not... your... way...

Percy: Yes, as a matter of fact. You said you're a dashing sailor and an anti-something-or-other and a peer to any pirate. Isn't there anything else you want to add?

Tam-Tam: Well, I was a former assassin.

Percy: An assassin, you say? *raises eyebrow* I think I've got a perfect job for you!

Tam-Tam: Really?

Percy: Yes. If you rescue Thomas and Mila for us, and maybe attack Rourkie and his crew. Then we'll let you on board as one of the Dread Pirates.

Tam-Tam: Wise choice, I'm sure we'll get along famously.

Morgana: But, No. 6. I thought we...

Percy: Morgana, please. I've got this under control. *turns to Tam-Tam* One more thing to add. The Dread Pirates respect the chain of command.

Morgana's the first mate and that means, unless the captain says otherwise,

you'll follow her orders. Darious, me and the engines have soft hearts, but you'll get no mercy from her.

Morgana: No. 6 is right, you know. Step out of line and I'll make you suffer.

Tam-Tam: Okay... got it.

*End of Scene 6*

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Scene 7:

*The scene changes to The Pirate's Fate at dawn, sailing towards Doniford. Thomas and Mila talking to the crew.*

Narrator: The next morning, Thomas and Mila were ready for their day's work. They were sailing towards Doniford, because Rourkie knew there

was some treasure to be found.

Thomas: So... where are we going next?

Brock: Why... To church, of course.

Thomas: Church? If so, what religion?

Rourkie: Yeah, church. Something wrong with your hearing?

Thomas: No, I'm just... puzzled. Why go to church? Are you guys religious? I just thought...

Rourkie: Well, you thought wrong, didn't you?

Brock: Awww, that wasn't a joke? I actually don't wanna go to church.

Rourkie: Oh no, it's not a church. It's a very special temple, Brock. You'll might want to bring your canvas.

Brock: My canvas? Oh... I think I see what you're getting at.

Mila: Well, I don't. Will somebody explain it to me and Thomas?

Thomas: I think, Mila. He means a temple, like... an ancient temple.

Mary: Nah, it's more fun to see you all flustered and confused.

Thomas: But...

Rourkie: Oh, shut up with your infernal whistling. How did Darious ever put up with you? It's going to take a REAL effort to break you in. The next time you say something

that annoys me, I'm going to make you regret it, steamboy.

Thomas: First of all, stop calling me that! My name is Thomas, okay? THOMAS! And lastly, Try making me regret it and I'll bite your arm.

Rourkie: Apparently you didn't understand. I'm breaking one of your wheels if you keep pretending you're this "Thomas". Now what's your name?

Mila: Face it, Thomas. It's steamboy now.

Thomas: No... *steams crossly over to Rourkie.* My name is Thomas and it STAYS Thomas. Thomas with a capital T. Thomas, THOMAS, THOMAS! Now are you going to remember that

name or are you going to let me actually pull your limbs off the same way I did back in Scene 4?

Rourkie: *scoffs* You really think you'd try threatening me with that talk? *pulls out sword.* You think again.

Thomas: *pulls out shotgun at aims it at Rourkie's face.* I don't think so, a*****e!

Rourkie: *drops sword in astonishment.* Whoa, mama...

Thomas: Now what's my name?

Rourkie: *sighs* It's Thomas.

Thomas: Good man, now was that so hard?

Rourkie: No...

Thomas: Alright, now let's get to this temple and I want you to BEHAVE YOURSELF!

Rourkie: *gulps* Okay...

*Scene changes to The Pirate's Fate docking outside a temple in Doniford. Thomas, Mila and the pirates disembark from the ship.*

Brock: So... uh... this is the church you were telling us about, boss? *smirks* I never should've doubted you for a second. Now I see what you mean

about the canvas! This place is amazing!

Rourkie: Hey! Don't start drawing just yet. We gotta pillage this joint first. Then you can have your fun.

*Thomas, Mila and the Pirates make their way into the temple. They haven't gone far where they find a zebra arguing with a kangaroo.*

Zebra: How dare you speak so disrespectfully in SUCH a holy place!

Kangaroo: Holy? *scoffs* That's a laugh, mate. It's just empty old ruins, and I'll prove it.

*Thomas whistles to attract the zebra and kangaroo's attention.*

Thomas: Excuse me? We're looking for the temple of Oastarie, is this the place?

Zebra: It sure is. Oastarie, the Goddess of beauty, was worshipped here thousands of years ago. My name's Duana, latter-day attendand of this shrine of miracles.

Kangaroo: Let me assure you, travelers. That there's no such thing as miracles.

Duana: Well, what's this? Another blasphemer?

Kangaroo: Even better, mates. I'm actually a professor. Angie's the name, and I'm goin' to debunk the rumors about this place once and for all.

Thomas: Well, "mate". Your sources will prove wrong.

Rourkie: Steamboy's right. I'm only interested in one particular rumour, that one about a special coin being here.

Duana: A coin? You mean, on the holy statue inside? That's not possible.

Rourkie: Yep, that's the one. We'll take a look.

Duana: I'm happy to give you and your crew a tour, but I'm going to have to ask that one of you stays outside...

Rourkie: You're slow, aren't you? You'll be happy to stay out of my way, or you can be happy to die.

Duana: The Goddess Oastarie says the ugly are not fit to stand inside the temple.

Angie: How absurd, mate.

Duana: Well, you may find my beliefs absurd, but I, on the other hand, do not. I'm ready to die for them, if need be.

Rourkie: Fine, have it your way. Brock, deal with this. Mary, you're with me. Oh, and I haven't forgotten about you, teacher. You're going to pay for what you did.

Angie: Me? What did I do?

Thomas: I think what Rourkie is saying is that someone with your same job title has made him miserable when he was a youngster, but then again, everyone does. So he needs somebody

to walk in front in case this place is cursed or something.

Rourkie: Yeah, what he said. In other words, GET MOVING!

Angie: Ay, you don't seriously believe in curses, do you mate?

Rourkie: What about a booby trap, then? Come with me or either Mary, Kitty or Steamboy will kill you. Speaking of killing, Brock, you've got work to do.

Brock: Sure thing, boss.

*As soon as Rourkie, Mary and Angie enter the temple, Brock is about to kill Duana when Mila stops him.*

Mila: Now wait a minute... No, you can't!

Brock: Come on, sure I can.

Thomas: No, you can't, Brock. What good will killing her even accomplish? Rourkie's already inside, he got what he wanted. Fair and square.

Brock: I know that, Thomas. But if I don't kill her, then Mary will. Then I'll get into trouble with the boss.

Mila: Look, I'm sure we can settle a compromise, Brock. If you...

*But before Mila could finish, Brock gets out his gun and shoots Duana.*

Mila: BROCK, YOU MORON! I HAVEN'T EVEN BLOODY FINISHED!

Brock: You were taking forever!

Duana: *groans* It's just my arm, Mila... I'll live. It's... a miracle of the Goddess. Thomas... just tell him I'm dead.

Brock: So... how did I do?

Thomas: I have a feeling it would've been more rewarding if you shot me instead.

Brock: Oh, you're right. I could've done. But that was my only bullet.

Mila: But she's alive. She says it's a miracle. If that's true, you should all leave now.

Brock: *chuckles* Nice try, Mila! I know I'm a better shot than that. Now stay put whilst I start drawing some of these cool rock women.

Thomas: Why are you doing this?

Brock: Uhhhh... Because I love drawing?

Thomas: Oh, that's cool. My driver's a cartoonist so he can draw LOADS of cool stuff.

Mila: No, what Thomas is meant to say is. Why are you out here with... him?

Thomas: Him who?

Brock: Boss? Sure, he's tough, and so am I. But he's good at his job, that makes my job easier, ya know?

Mila: Can't you... I don't know, try a different job?

Thomas: Yeah! Like being an engine driver on the Island of Sodor? I know a couple of furries that work on the railway.

Brock: Yeah... already tried it. Didn't work out, now if I can just get this pose right...

Mila: What about becoming a full time artist?

Thomas: Or an animator? Like my driver?

Mila: But you said your driver was a cartoonist.

Thomas: Well, an animator who draws and animates cartoons... *looks at the viewers.* Like we are right now.

Brock: Hey, do you guys have any idea on how hard that is to make work? I need to deal with finicky commission clients and unfair critics. Not to mention the competition for work

that is REALLY cut-throat.

Thomas: And not to mention those idiotic trolls on DeviantArt and FurAffinity who keep harrassing you for what you draw, right?

Brock: That's... actually true. Hadn't thought of that... Thanks, Thomas.

Mila: You're complaining about cut-throat competition when your crew just literally slit an innocent woman's throat in a tavern right next to the temple?

Thomas: Wait a minute... are you saying Doniford was right next to Watchet this whole time?

*Thomas and Mila see Watchet from a distance, where another ship (presumbly the Dread Pirates and Steam Team's own) is setting sail.

Thomas: OH, WE WERE RIGHT THERE, MAN!

Brock: Well... what's your point?

Mila: *about to say something but can't think of what to say.* You know what? Never mind. I'll ask later.

*Just then, Rourkie and Mary show up with the coin.*

Thomas: So... you found what you came for I guess?

Rourkie: Yep, and we came back for a pee break. Of course we found it.

Thomas: Where's that professor from down under?

Mila: You mean Angie? I haven't the slightest clue either...

Rourkie: *snickers* You tell the story, Mary. I don't think I can get through it without laughing...

Mary: Well, it turns out Rourkie was right on both counts. There was a curse, and a booby trap. They were one AND the same.

Mila: What the f**k are you talking about?

Mary: The coin was on top of a tall statue. After we forced Angie to go grab it for us. The statue wobbled and it toppled over, crushing her in the process.

Rourkie: *bursts out laughing* It was the most funniest thing I've ever seen in my entire history of pirating. You really should've been there, steamboy. It was so f**king hilarious!

Thomas: That actually sounds a bit horrible. She probably must've turned into a mashed potato.

Mary: Or better yet, a mashed kangaroo.

Rourkie: *laughs even more* A mashed kangaroo! Good one, Mary. *chuckles* That teacher really freaked out.

*Thomas notices Mila trying not to giggle. She suddenly realizes Thomas is staring at her.*

Mila: *blushes* Sorry...

Brock: What? I can't believe I missed that.

Thomas: Don't worry, Brock. I missed it too. I would've vomited at seeing kangaroo organs spewed out all over the place.

Mila: So... we could've helped her?

Brock: Sadly no. So I could've drawn that. Believe me, what an amazing picture that might've made.

Mary: You're sad you missed it? Awww, your tears are sweet, Brock. Almost as sweet as hers. She was so upset, she struggled to get out from the debris!

Thomas: Ohh... that's horrible.

Mary: *chuckles* How wonderful you mean?

Rourkie: Yeah, what she said. We're done here. Let's go.

*Scene changes to the other ship out at sea, where the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates are on course for the next coin. Percy is talking to Leeko and Molly.*

Leeko: The next coin's in this temple, east of Doniford. Or so Tam-Tam says, anyways. You think she's lying?

Percy: We'll know when we get there, right?

*Just then, Morgana walks up.*

Morgana: You're not talking about Tam-Tam, are you?

Molly: I... better go plot our course.

*Molly dashes off to mark the co-ordinates. Leeko turns to Percy and Morgana.*

Leeko: I never thought I'd say this, Percy. But you've got quite a diverse crew.

Percy: I suppose...

Leeko: Only one thing they all seem to all agree on, is that you never make mistakes.

Percy: Really? I wish the same could be said for Thomas and Mila.

Morgana: Look, No. 6. We're doing all we can to find your friends as well as find the coins. Just don't let it swoop that low. Mila and No. 1 would be singing your praises!

Percy: Thanks, Morgana. I appreciate Thomas and Mila just as much as they appreciate me. I should be singing THEIR praises. Because we're both steaming AND sailing on a journey to find some treasure!

*singing* Steamin' right here, sailin' right there.

That's what we're made to be.

Just me and the Steam Team on a quest

to find out what's at sea.

We hope we will find our buddies,

and we know it won't take long.

'Cos whilst I'm working, I am singin'

The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

Leeko: You know, Percy. I do appreciate you too. You've helped us through thick and thin. I think you deserve more than you should. If you take my meaning...

*singing* Working along, singing a song and

A-sailin' with the engines and me.

Us Dread Pirates are hunting for treasure

'cos that's what we're meant to be.

Everyone thinks we're cut-throat crooks,

But we know they're always wrong.

So that's why we get things back on float with

The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

James: Hmmm... Morgana did say we should be singing their praises.

Gordon: James, You really sure we should be doing this?

Darious: We helped Thomas and he's helped us. We DO owe him a favour.

Gordon: *singing* Well Sir Topham Hatt, he still has hopes on the whereabouts of his engines.

James: *singing* But somewhere on this voyage is the treasure, did we mention?

Morgana: *singing* Now listen, bud. You obviously ain't workin', as we speak.

Darious: *singing* But as a crew, we'll find our way to a worthy special TREAT...

Percy: *speaking* You got that right! *singing* 'Cos we're steamin' right here and we're sailin' right there.

As we journey across the sea...

Leeko: *singing* Is Percy even knowing 'bout where we go?

Or is it just plain me?

Percy: *singing* I'm guranteed we'll find our way.

Or you'll go hit my dong! (So please don't)

Leeko: *singing* But whatever the weather, we'll keep on goin' with...

Percy and Leeko: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

*Percy and Leeko eventually do a Sailor's Jig dance-off. Leeko goes first and Percy follows pursuit.*

Emily: *singing* Yo-ho-ho and a bucket of buffers,

We should make Percy the boss.

Henry: *singing* But he doesn't have a map of the co-ordinates

and I'm pretty sure we're lost.

Percy: *singing* But believe me, I've been on hunts too

and I'm never always wrong.

Henry: *singing* So that's why we should always sing...

Percy, James, Gordon, Henry and Emily: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

Leeko: *speaking* If we all pitch in and help the engines. They might be able to help us find that treasure and our friends.

Darious: *speaking* Well, I suppose it's worth a try...

Morgana: *speaking* I'm actually looking quite forward to this.

Leeko: *singing* The Steam Team here, and the Dread Pirates there

we all know what to do.

Morgana: *singing* I'm pretty still skeptical about all this,

but you know it does take two.

Darious: *singing* But they could be right, if memory serves.

Chloe: *singing* We should probably tag along...

Leeko: *singing* If it hasn't been for Percy, then we wouldn't be singin'

The Dread Pirates: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

*Percy and Leeko both do a Sailor's Jig dance together.*

Cast: *singing* It's the Steamin' and Sailin' song!

Percy: *speaking* So, what do you think of that?

Leeko: Well...

Morgana: No, no. Don't answer that, No. 6. I'm pretty sure we can work something out.

*Morgana walks off, leaving Leeko doubtful and very skeptical.*

Leeko: Maybe it would be best if I listened to you more in the future, Percy.

Percy: Very well, then.

*End of Scene 7*

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Scene 8:

*Scene changes back to The Pirate's Fate where the gang are setting sail on their next voyage.*

Brock: So, where to next, boss?

Thomas: Next? No, there is no "next". I'm getting so bloody fed-up. Robbing and killing people.

Mila: Thomas is right, this is evil.

Thomas: Yeah, only I can do the robbing and killing.

Mila: Excuse me, you rob and kill people?

Thomas: Well, not just me. The engines are like that too. I don't know much about the robbing, but the killing... well...

Rourkie: Whoa, everybody hear that? Steamboy thinks we're evil. How precious, anyone want to a place a wager on how long that'll last?

Mila: What?

Rourkie: You're both part of the crew now, aren't you? Sure, you're kicking and screaming about it now...

Thomas: Not so much, Mila... But I am currently bubbling in my boiler right now.

Mary: Now there's the fun part.

Rourkie: But all good things must come to an end, Steamboy and Kitty.

Thomas: For the absolute love of God, do I have to f**king repeat myself? I'M...

Brock: Yeah, yeah. We established you're Thomas T. Tank Engine, with a capital T, who thinks he's the best by knowing everything.

Mila: Hang on, you mean...?

Rourkie: Eventually, what we'll do will stop shocking you. You'll come to expect it. It'll be a part of your routine. Wake up, have sardines for breakfast. Kill and rob

a few people and have a fine tankard of ale. Your outrage and horror will be gone when you least expect it.

Mila: Well, I suppose. But I don't think the same could be said for Thomas...

Mary: Yeah... I always thought his face was grey, not red.

*Sure enough, Thomas' face is red, with anger and embarrassment.*

Thomas: I will never... and I mean NEVER... get used to what you do... Never!

Rourkie: You doubt me, Steamboy? You know, I was once like you, Morgana was too. The person who recruited us, when we were children. He told me what would happen, just like

I'm telling you now. Morgana and I didn't believe him, either. But that man could be... very convincing. You know, I could demonstrate it to you just as it was demonstrated to me.

Mila: What do you mean?

Rourkie: Mary, why isn't Kitty and Steamboy wearing a blindfold?

Mary: And where is Steamboy?

*Suddenly, the gang notice Thomas about to dive off the port of the ship.*

Thomas: I DON'T WANNA LIVE ON THIS WORLD ANYMORE!

*Thomas dives off the ship's port but is immediately caught by the ship's derricks, operated by Brock.*

Brock: Nice try, Thomas. Boss says you need to do this demonstration whether you like it or not,

Thomas: What demonstration?

*Later, Thomas and Mila are blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs, Mila is also stripped of her clothes, leaving only her underwear.*

Thomas: I don't understand what this is all about. Brock? Mary? I need you to be my eyes and ears, where am I and what is this?

Brock: Oh, just a little demonstration, Thomas. You won't feel a thing.

Thomas: Won't feel a wha-?

*But before Thomas can reply, Mary gets out a rope and whips Thomas on his bunker.*

Thomas: OOUCH! Oh, I felt something.

Rourkie: You jumped, didn't you? That's where you were today. Brock, fire them again.

Brock: Sure thing, boss.

Mila: I'm still not getting what we're...

*Brock shoots Mila in the leg.*

Mila: AAUGH! What was that?

Rourkie: You still jumped, but a little less this time. That's what it will be the next time I kill someone. I could fire these bad boys a hundred tmes, and eventually, your heartbeats wouldn't

even change. Just like eventually, you won't even bother to complain when somebody dies.

Thomas: I don't complain about somebody dying unless it was someone I knew and liked.

Rourkie: You know it as well as I do. Want some friendly advice, Steamboy? Don't try and fight it. Just let it happen, who knows? One day, you might even find you're enjoying

this as much as I am.

Mila: Fighting it actually does sound a little bit better from Thomas' point of view.

Thomas: I'm glad you said you that, Mi-

*Mary shoots Thomas in the leg.*

Thomas: OOOOW! Why? I haven't done anything to spite you!

Mary: Oh, but you have. Loads of things.

Thomas: I can't... understand... a thing you're saying... SPEAK ENGLISH!

Rourkie: We're speaking things alright. Mary, Brock, you've got some finishing off to do.

Thomas: Wait, wait, wait... I'm sure we can settle a dispute-

*But before Thomas could even finish, Mary and Brock start whipping him. It isn't long before Rourkie joins in too.*

Thomas: *screaming and yelping in pain.* AAUGH, OOH, OUCH, EEEUGH! Mila, DO SOMETHING! It hurts... *sobs*

Mila: I can't, Thomas. I don't even know what's happening to you...

*End of Scene 8*

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Scene 9:

*Scene changes to the other ship docked at Doniford, where Percy and James are looking around the inside of the ship.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, on the other ship. The Dread Pirates and the Steam Team had arrived at Doniford, to find the whereabouts of the next coin and their friends.

James: You know, Percy. That was a crazy experience witnessing Thomas being taken, am I right?

Percy: Yep, good times.

James: That was a few days ago.

Percy: So what are we gonna do today?

James: It isn't today, Percy! Today's the first day of eternity.

Percy: Eterny? What's that?

James: ETERNITY, Percy. It means forever. And the reason why I'm saying that is because I've just found out. I'm f**king immortal.

Percy: Well, congratu-damn-lations.

James: Thank you.

Percy: That's a big deal. Quick question, am I immortal?

James: Well, no. But you could be! I mean he loves the small and the green and the cheeky and accident-prone, and look at you! You're all of those things.

Percy: Who are you talking about? Who loves me?

James: *Pats smokebox saddle.* The guy in here, Percy. *holds up book.* And the guy in here, The Bible!

*Percy looks at the book but the Bible that James is holding actually says "The Bibe".*

Percy: But it says The Bibe...

James: YOU DARE QUESTION THE WORDS OF THE ALMIGHTY JEBUS?

Percy: Ah... No... I... uh...

James: Should you better kneel down *gets down on his frames.* And pray to Jebus with me, right freaking now!

*Percy steams up to James, gets down on his frames and puts his hands together as a prayer. Just then, Gordon and Leeko arrive on the scene.*

Gordon: What are you guys doing?

James: Ummm... we're looking for a booger he dropped on the deck because I told him we don't put our boogers on deck so we're trying to find it and put it on the table.

Percy: Hey, guys. You wanna become immortal?

James: *through gritted teeth.* They're NOT CHOSEN. *turns to Gordon and Leeko.* Jebus want no pussies in his possy.

Leeko: *picks up the book.* This is spelt "Bibe", James.

James: *smacks the book out of Mila's hand.* Oh, you're reading now? Suck it!

Percy: *gets up on his wheels again.* Come on, James. Why can't Gordon and Leeko be immortal?

James: *gets up on his wheels again.* They'll never enter the kingdom with us.

Gordon: What kingdom?

James: The Kingdom... of... Kung! It's in the book.

Leeko: *picks up the book and reads it.* The Bibe, Jebus and Kingdom Kung...

James: It's up in the clouds with Lunko, and didn't I tell you to suck it?! And I don't hear any *does hand-gestures* gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck!

Leeko: You know this book is self-published?

James: Yes, like many ancient texts.

Gordon: On the back of a bunch of pharmacy labels?

James: Do not blaspheme the book of marijuana! Come on, Percy. Follow me down the righteous path. Begone, ye seafur!

Leeko: I work here. You're the one who's leaving.

*James and Percy leave the ship and into the harbour.*

James: And leaving we are! Onward... so!

*James and Percy follow the other engines to the temple, Leeko and Gordon watch in disgust.*

Leeko: Hmmm... immortality indeed. Just a bunch of seadog scuff.

Gordon: Yeah... no-one lives forever...

*Scene cuts to Gordon and Leeko bathing near some rocks. Gordon is rubbing some shampoo in his smokebox and hair.*

Gordon: ...Not without Heads and Shoulders shampoo they don't. Yeah...

*Just then, Toby and Darious turn up.*

Toby: Hey, you guys. You coming?

Gordon: To the temple? Yeah, we might catch you later. Leeko and I have to get each other ready.

Leeko: And why didn't I think of this before? This is far better than the hot springs I've been to.

Gordon: You lucky... I wish I could go to a hot springs.

Darious: Okay, suit yourselves then. You know where to find us.

*Darious climbs aboard Toby and he departs, leaving Gordon and Leeko, still bathing.*

Leeko: Maybe, we should go and catch up with them.

Gordon: Nah, stay for a little longer. You haven't tried my shampoo.

Leeko: Oh, so I didn't. Squirt me some, Gordon.

*Gordon squirts some shampoo into Leeko's hand and she applies it to his fur.*

Leeko: Oh yeah, that's the stuff.

*Scene changes to the Dread Pirates, along with Gordon, Percy, James, Henry and Toby outside the temple.*

Gordon: Darious? Are you sure this was our next lead?

Darious: Hopefully it will be, Gordon. Come on, let's go.

*The engines and pirates enter the temple, only to find it completely deserted.*

Percy: Hello? Is anyone there?

*Just then, Duana walks out, with a huge bandage on her arm from where she was shot.*

Duana: You're too late. They already took the coin, and left.

Darious: Who?

Toby: Somebody took the coin?

Duana: Yes, two pirates came and took it.

James: *groans* That damn Rourkie! Not only does he steal our coins but he also has the GUTS to nick those coins before us!

Duana: You know him?

James: Yes, he was the guy who stole our friends.

Duana: Friends? Wasn't one of them a talking locomotive like you?

Percy: That's the one! His name's Thomas! He's not part of Rourkie's crew and neither is Mila!

Duana: Ah, yes! I remember now. Mila and Thomas. I saw them, they were there. They didn't shoot me, thank goodness. But they just stood there and watched in horror.

Henry: Like I said in Scene 6. Thomas could be lost, or scared, or confused...

Percy: Or snozzwangled...

Henry: That's not even a word and I agree with that.

Gordon: But asides that, Thomas often said "The Steam Team always stick together". So we're doing our best to find him.

Percy: Anyway, besides Rourkie taking the coin from you. Was there anything you want to add to that burden?

Duana: Yes. According to him, the statue of Oastarie fell on Angie whilst she was trying to get the coin for him.

Morgana: Oh... I don't think we can help with that. She's probably dead...

Duana: No, she's not. She's alive, but she's badly crippled and needs help. *turns to the engines.* I know I don't usually let machines into the temple but you've got to help Angie. She's trapped under the debris caused

by the statue and I'm not strong enough to rescue her. Let alone with my arm being wounded from a single bullet.

Darious: Don't worry, ma'am. These engines will help to clear all that rubble for you.

*The other engines follow pursuit, Duana and the Dread Pirates follow them. Inside the temple, the engines could see a huge mess of rubble and broken stone around the temple.*

Toby: Oh dear, what a mess.

*Just then, Angie's voice is heard from beneath the debris.*

Angie: Duana? Is that you, mate?

Duana: Of course it's me, Angie. And help has finally come!

Angie: It's about time, mate. I'm stuck, I shouldn't have listened to those ruthless pirates. I knew somethin' was up when their captain asked me into the temple.

Gordon: Don't worry, young ma'am. We're here to help.

*The engines get out their firebox shovels and start digging. Percy is digging into his spot when suddenly a hand comes out and tries to grab him.*

Percy: *shrieks* A ZOMBIE!!

*Percy is about to hit the hand with his shovel when Duana stops him.*

Duana: No, wait! That's Angie! Don't worry, I'll help you!

*Duana grabs Angie's hand and pulls her from the debris. Angie coughs and splutters from the dust. Her body is all crippled and injured from the wreckage.*

Angie: Thanks, mates!

Percy: Are you okay?

Angie: No, mate. There's nobody to worship, I think I killed a goddess.

Duana: Oh, everyone makes mistakes, Angie. I'm just glad you're okay. *turns to Percy.* You know. Since you helped me, I thought I'd owe you something in return.

Percy: Really?

Duana: I never thought I'd say this but... I want to help you find your friends again.

Angie: Are you sure, mate? These fellas look like pirates too.

*James steams up between Percy and Duana.*

James: Actually, Angie. We're not entirely pirates. The Dread Pirates are famous treasure hunters and us Steam Team engines are refugee stowaways.

Darious: Exactly. I think like the engines, you should be refugees too. If you want to help find my other crewmate. That's perfectly alright. Edward, James. Please look after Duana

and Angie until their wounds heal.

Edward: Right away, sir.

James: Got it!

Darious: Alright, everyone. Back to the ship and set course for our next location.

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates leave the temple and head back to the ship. Meanwhile, The Pirate's Fate is docked in Ilfracombe where Rourkie is talking to Thomas, Mila, Mary and Brock.*

Narrator: Several miles away, Rourkie and his crew were at a place called Ilfracombe. Because Rourkie knew about the lead on the next coin.

Mary: A pie shop, really? Is this just an excuse for your sweet tooth?

Rourkie: Of course not. You never know what we'll find here, right? You can't say for sure there won't be a coin.

Mary: *sighs* If you say so... cap'n.

*Meanwhile, Thomas and Mila are looking at something.*

Thomas: Wow... I've seen photos of these but you can't really experience it until you're here... A 7-Eleven on the mainland!

*Just then, Brock turns up.*

Brock: There you are, guys. Boss needs you for the mission.

*Scene changes to the gang entering inside the pie shop. Just then, Trento, a brown bear in baker's clothing, walks over to them.*

Trento: Welcome to Trento's, what do you want?

Thomas: I'm looking for an antique lamp sticking out of a clown's ass.

*Rourkie smacks Thomas in the face.*

Rourkie: One of everything.

Trento: No can do, pal. Your crew wandered in here at nearly closing time, and that means

we're sold out of apple, peach, strawberry, banoffee and blueberry too.

Rourkie: Just give me whatever you have.

Brock: And the coin, if you've got one.

Trento: A coin? What makes you think I've got of those?

Rourkie: A hunch, give it to me.

Trento: That coin's worth more to me than anything you can offer, bucko.

Rourkie: Hey, I'm not offering you anything, except a chance to survive.

Mary: The cap'n's right, you know. If you make it hard on us, we'll take it out on you later.

Trento: You think you can bully me? I've got guards from the city watching this building all the time, pal.

Rourkie: Oh yeah? You and what army?

Mary: He's bluffing.

Rourkie: He might be, but why take a risk? If he wants to keep his coin, let him. We're leaving.

*Rourkie and his crew leave, but Thomas and Mila stay behind.*

Trento: Hey, why aren't you two leaving?

Thomas: We're not really pirates. We've been held hostage by these a******s.

Trento: Do you really expect me to believe that?

Mila: Come on, Trento. Give us a chance.

Trento: Nice try, missy. I'm not falling for that.

Thomas: Look, man. I'm just a normal stowaway tank engine from the North West of England. *desperately grabs Trento by his shirt* I'm not screwing around, please don't put me on CIA's Most Wanted, just HELP ME!

Trento: Sir, you are clearly misunderstood. Now get out before I make you leave.

Thomas: But you gotta help me... please?

*Scene cuts to Thomas and Mila being thrown out the shop.*

Trento: AND DON'T COME BACK!

*Trento slams the shop door, and locks it.*

Thomas: Well, that went pear shaped fast.

Mila: Tell me about it.

*Thomas and Mila meet the others outside the ship.*

Mary: You're not seriously going to let him keep that coin, are you?

Rourkie: Of course not, Mary. But there's no reason to take a risk, right? Let's strike when we're least likely to be noticed. And we've got to make sure we know where it is

before we make a scene. Now how do we do it?

Thomas: We could try talking it out with him.

Mila: How would you do that?

Thomas: Why, I'm the most sweet talking engine you'd ever meet.

Trento would never stand a chance between himself and me. So either way... *singing* where did you go?!

Thomas: *singing* I was searchin' (Back-up singers: *singing* searchin') on a harbour branch

I was hopin' (Back-up singers: *singing* hopin') for a chance to meet

I was waitin' for the operator on the line

Back-up singers: *singing* She's gone so long

Thomas: *singing* What can I do? (Back-up singers: *singing* Where could she be?)

No, no, no!

Don't know what I'm gonna do

I gotta get back to you!

Thomas: *singing and dancing in a similar fashion to Mannrobics.* You gotta slow down, (Back-up singers: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Back-up singers: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Back-up singers: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Back-up singers: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Back-up singers: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Thomas: *singing* I was steamin' (Back-up singers: *singing* walkin'), many days go by

I was thinkin' (Back-up singers: *singing* thinkin') 'bout the lonely nights

Communication breakdown all around.

Back-up singers: *singing* She's gone so long

Thomas: *singing* What can I do? (Engines: *singing* Where could she be?)

No, no, no!

Don't know what I'm gonna do

I gotta get back to you!

Thomas: *singing, dancing and jumping.* You gotta slow down, (Back-up singers: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Back-up singers: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Back-up singers: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Back-up singers: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Back-up singers: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Thomas: *singing* I've been livin' (Back-up singers: livin') on a top station

I've been askin' (Back-up singers: askin' kindly) everybody I meet

Insufficient data coming through.

Back-up singers: *singing* She's gone so long

Thomas: *singing* What can I do? (Back-up singers: *singing* Where could she be?)

No, no, no!

Don't know what I'm gonna do

I gotta get back to you!

Thomas: *singing* You gotta slow down, (Back-up singers: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Back-up singers: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Back-up singers: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Back-up singers: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Back-up singers: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

*Thomas steams up to Mila.*

Thomas: So, what'd ya say?

Mila: Alright, Thomas!

Thomas and Mila feat Brock and Mary: *singing and dancing in a similar fashion to Mannrobics.* You gotta slow down, (Mary and Brock: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Mary and Brock: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Mary and Brock: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Mary and Brock: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Mary and Brock: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Thomas and Pirates: *singing* Slow down, (Pirates: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Pirates: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Pirates: run run), you've got me searchin' (Thomas: Mila!)

Mila: *singing and dancing* Hold on, (Pirates: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Pirates: hold on)

Thomas and Pirates: *singing* It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

*singing, dancing and jumping in a sort of conga line.* Slow down, (Pirates: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Pirates: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Pirates: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Pirates: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Pirates: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Thomas: So, what'd ya think?

Rourkie: I clearly didn't understand a word you said, Thomas.

Thomas: Well, if you listen to more pop songs like that, you know.

Brock: Sweet talkin' might not be able to work, like at all. Isn't there ANYONE who does know about this?

Voice: I might be able to help with that.

*Just then, a black cat with purple stripes, also dressed in 17th century clothing walks over.*

Brock: 'Ello, who's this lovely lady?

Black Cat: Where are my manners - allow me to introduce myself. I'm Kate, baker extraordinaire, and I'm certain I'll be able to help you find what you're lookin' for inside that pie shop.

Thomas: You will?

Rourkie: Oh really? I'd love to hear more.

Kate: Let's talk someplace a little quieter. On your ship, maybe?

Rourkie: Of course.

*Scene changes to Rourkie, Mary, Brock, Mila and Thomas on the ship's deck talking to Kate.*

Thomas: Okay... so let me get this straight. What's this "story" on this pie shop?

Kate: Let me start from the beginnin', I've dreamt of workin' as a baker since I was a little girl.

Rourkie: Please, I don't need your life story. All I need is that coin, isn't that too hard to ask?

Kate: But, I've got to explain, sir. You see, I can't let that thing fall into the wrong hands...

Rourkie: So, you've got some of grudge against Trento, is that it?

Kate: Well, I wouldn't use the word "grudge", but...

Thomas: I would use the word "rivalry", if that's what you're looking for.

Kate: Thanks, young tank engine.

Rourkie: Look, I don't need to know these details. All you've got to explain is where that coin is. We're pirates, you know. I don't think you want to get on our bad side.

Thomas: Well, Kate. ROURKIE and his crew are the pirates. Me and Mila are more treasure hunters than pirates.

Rourkie: Shut up, Steamboy! This is my spotlight! Now, missy. Where's that coin?

Kate: I... uh... Oh, what the hell. I can't gatekeep this for any longer. It's in the shop, inside one of the ovens.

Rourkie: Thank you! And the guards? Was Trento bluffing about that too?

Kate: Actually, no. He's literally got city guards, guardin' the place all day.

Rourkie: And at night?

Kate: Ummm... not that I know of.

Mila: Well, I can't blame Kate here. I mean, there are CCTV cameras in the area. Like on that streetlight over there.

*Mila points to a streetlight. And sure enough, it has a CCTV camera attached to it.*

Rourkie: Well then, that's what we'll do. We'll strike at midnight. In the meantime, I could use a drink.

Brock: *sighs* Yeah... I'm pretty thirsty myself.

Mary: Same.

Kate: You know, I think I could...

Rourkie: Of course, not you, Kate. You'll be remaining here with Kitty and Steamboy. They'll keep an eye on you. I wouldn't want you to change your mind or anything.

Mary: Hang on, cap'n. You're just leaving the three, on their own?

Rourkie: We've got to start trusting her eventually. Kitty, Steamboy? You can handle a little babysitting, can't you?

Mila: I... I think so.

Rourkie: Well, if anything goes wrong, you're both dead. Keep that in mind.

*Rourkie goes off with Mary and Brock to the steal the coin, and buy a drink from the nearby pub.*

Thomas: "Anything goes wrong, we're both dead"? To be honest, I'm already dead as it is.

Kate: Did he just say we're both dead if somethin' goes wrong?

Thomas: He might kill us in either event, actually. He's already killed people who got in his way.

Mila: Yeah.

Kate: What? Steamboy, Kitty, what are you doin' with these people?

Thomas: Okay, first of all. My name is Thomas T. Tank Engine and this "Kitty" you speak of is my friend Mila. Remember that now. And secondly, we were recently abducted by them.

Kate: Well, what we've got to do is simple yet obvious. We've got to escape, you two can help me, right?

Mila: *smirks* Are you kidding? The most daft escape would just be pointing in a direction and I'm ready to start running... once Thomas gets up some steam.

Kate: Not quite yet. Before we go, we've GOT to get that coin from Trento.

Mila: Wait... why?

Kate: Because he's a real piece of work. A man like that doesn't deserve access to a magic coin.

Thomas: But isn't Rourkie going to steal it?

Kate: That man might be even worse! Besides, the coin is really valuable to me. It's my ticket to accomplishin' my lifelong dream.

Mila: What dream?

Kate: You see, I've dreamt of workin' as a baker since I was a little girl.

Thomas: Yes, yes, alright. You told us earlier. Anyway, Rourkie said he was going to strike at midnight, and THAT gives us time to take the coin ourselves before then.

Kate: Oh, boy! This is so excitin'! Finally stealin' that thing back from Trento.

Mila: You think stealing is exciting? *facepalms* Good grief...

*Later, Thomas, Mila and Kate are sneaking into Trento's shop. They arrive at the backdoor of the building.*

Kate: Don't worry, y'all. It's quite lucky that Trento gave me spare keys in case he wanted me to work overtime.

Thomas: Wow... charming.

Kate: Alright. Just to be safe, let's try and do this quietly.

*Kate quietly unlocks the door and she, Thomas and Mila sneak into the pie shop as quietly as they could. The theme song from Mission: Impossible plays whilst they're sneaking

around the shop, they search high and low in every nook and cranny until they find the coin in the oven. Thomas, very quietly, nicks the coin from the oven.*

Thomas: *whispering* Ha! Got it! Now let's get out of here, quietly.

Voice: Not quiet enough.

*Thomas, Mila and Kate nearly jump out of their skin as Trento arrives on the scene.*

Thomas: *nervously* Oh... Hi, Trento.

Kate: WHAT THE-? What are you doin' here?

Trento: Shortly before closing time, your captain Rourkie told me you would be coming to steal from me. So we laid a little trap for ya. *calls over his shoulder.* Guys, takes the thieves to the dungeon!

*Just then, Rourkie shows up, with Mary and Brock behind him.*

Rourkie: Don't forget about my little payment, Trento!

Thomas: You DAMN MOTHERF**KERS! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF US!

*Thomas lets off steam, soon the whole shop is filled with smoky clouds. Rourkie, Mary, Brock and Trento cough and splutter.*

Trento: *coughs* I can't see a thing!

Rourkie: *coughs* BROCK! MARY! *coughs* WHERE THE HELL DID STEAMBOY AND KITTY GO?

Mary: *coughs* I don't know! There's so much smoke in here!

Brock: *coughs* I think I'm blind!

*Whilst Rourkie, Mary, Brock and Trento are distracted, Thomas, Mila and Kate sneak out of the shop with the coin.*

Kate: Quick thinkin' Thomas!

Thomas: Thanks, but we got to get outta here, NOW!

*But before Thomas, Mila and Kate could make a clean gateaway. The police arrive and point their guns at the three.*

Police: Stay where you are, you're under arrest for attempted burglary.

Thomas: Ummm... penny for the guy?

*Scene changes to Thomas, Mila and Kate inside a jail cell.*

Thomas: Great! F**king great! I can't believe this. Rourkie played us like fiddles. He knew we'd try to run away, and he used that to his advantage. Completely bulls**t. *sighs*

I just hope either The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) and Joey, or Darious and the Steam Team will try and bail us out.

Kate: But why? Why wouldn't he just steal the coin?

Thomas: I don't even know why myself, Kate. Utter hypocritical scum of despair.

Mila: Isn't it obvious? He wanted to take it without any risk to himself, what an absolute b*****d!

Kate: I feel the exact same way, you two. I wanted to take it, but I wanted some help too. That's why I approached you.

Mila: Kate, I didn't mean...

Thomas: Don't worry, Mila. It was my fault, I kinda got ourselves into this mess, I'm sorry.

Kate: No, no, no, Thomas. Trento never gave me the chance to shine in the kitchen. So all I thought about was how I could get my revenge. I was so blinded by it, that's why I ended up here.

Thomas: No, Kate. Like I said, you and Mila ended up here because of me. Because me and Mila got you involved in one of Rourkie's schemes.

Mila: Thomas is right, everyone who's life he touches ends up destroyed. He's a heartless b*****d.

*Just then, Rourkie shows up, outside their cell.*

Rourkie: Careful, now, Kitty. That's no way to talk to your boss.

Mila: What the hell are you doing here?

Rourkie: Well, I convinced Trento to drop the charges against you, Kitty and Steamboy. By promising not to burn his shop to the ground. Do you think I kept my promise?

Thomas: Why the hell did you both to get him to drop the charges?

Rourkie: Isn't it obvious? I just want Kitty back. She's a valuable member of the crew.

Mila: I'm not a member of your crew. I was abducted.

Thomas: So was I, and I wanted to go to Dartmouth, but, oh, you bloody f**king w*****rs had to come and ruin it for me. To be honest, I think Mila and I would rather much stay here.

Mila: For once, I agree with you, Thomas.

Rourkie: Yeah, so? I was abducted too, and I ended up becoming captain.

Thomas: Yeah, captain of the loser crew.

*Thomas, Mila and Kate laugh heartlessly.*

Rourkie: Yeah, yeah, we know, we know.

Mila: We're still not coming. We're nothing like you.

Rourkie: Oh, come on, Kitty, stop struggling. Didn't Steamboy just say a few moments ago that everything that happened to Kate was all his fault?

Thomas: Well, yes, and yours too.

Rourkie: You've already helped me quite a great deal today. You helped me steal a coin AND put a witness in jail. Two schemes in one day, who would've thought? Just think, tomorrow, you might

have actual blood on your hands and your wheels.

Thomas: Yep, YOUR blood on MY wheels! 'Cos that's where this is going.

Rourkie: Hey, it doesn't matter if you are ready to accept it or not. You don't have a choice. Brock, knock these two out and take them back to the ship.

Mila: Wait... what?

*Brock arrives and bonks Mila on the head with a bat, she falls to the ground, unconcious.*

Thomas: Oh, that's gonna leave a mark...

Kate: Hang on? Is she... is she dead?

Rourkie: Don't worry, we'll wait long enough. Let's just take what we want, throw her overboard and be done with it.

Thomas: Hang on, if you're going to throw an unconcious cat overboard. You're gonna have to go through me first.

Rourkie: Yeah... you're right, Steamboy. I've got just the job for you.

*Scene changes to back on the ship. But this time, Thomas is walking the plank, with Mila (still unconcious) on his front running board.*

Rourkie: Walk the plank!

Thomas: Oh, why didn't I think this through? *starts thinking* Those were the first words Darious, Morgana and Mila kinda said to me. Wait a minute... has this all been just a terrible dream?

Mary: Thomas, wake up!

*Thomas suddenly snaps back into reality, where he is on board the ship but he's not walking the plank. But rather inside the ship, where Mila is there with an icepack on her head. Rourkie, Mary and Brock are standing in front of Thomas, gazing at him.*

Mary: What's the matter, Mary Sunshine? You don't look happy to see us.

Thomas: Happy? HAPPY?! I'd rather jump in the ocean than spend another bloody second with you.

Mila: I agree with Thomas. I mean, seriously, bonking me on the head like that! You could've given me a concussion.

Brock: Hey, it's not my problem.

Thomas: It is now. Come on Mila. we're leaving.

*Thomas tries to leave, but suddenly finds out his rear buffers, coupling and driving wheels have been chained.*

Thomas: What the?! How in the...? Is this some kind of a joke?!

Rourkie: Hey, we had to chain you up. It's for your own good. You might try and run away again. You see, thanks to keeping an eye on you, we never got to have that drink.

Thomas: Well, why didn't you go to that 7-Eleven store earlier in the scene? We could've got something for you.

Rourkie: It was closed. Anyway, cut to the chase. I think we'll stop by Abby's old place. Lots of good memories there. Too bad you can't join us, eh, Kitty and Steamboy?

Thomas: We might not need to, we have... *turns to Mila.* ...other things on our minds.

*Thomas raises an eyebrow at Mila, but she doesn't understand what he means.*

Rourkie: Yeah, I suppose. Mary, Brock, go save me a seat at the bar.

Brock: Right away, boss.

Mary: On it, cap'n.

*Mary and Brock exit the ship to set course for Watchet. Rourkie walks towards Thomas and Mila.*

Rourkie: Now, Steamboy. Don't misunderstand, while I certainly appreciated your little escape attempt this time. Don't try anything like that again, and if you do, even if you get away and flip me off for like, I don't know,

the umpteenth time. I'll track you down to the ends of the earth. And I'll flay you alive, in front of your little engine friends. Is that clear? Good. Kitty, keep an eye on Steamboy whilst I'm out.

*Rourkie walks off, leaving Thomas and Mila alone.*

Thomas: Oh dear... he's worse than ever, I'm still sorry my plan was no good.

Mila: Never mind, Thomas. We'll think of something else...

*Scene changes back at Ilfracombe where the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team are hunting for treasure, and their friends. Percy (along with Leeko) steams up to some police officers.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, back at Ilfracombe, the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team were still trying their best to look for Mila and Thomas.

Percy: Excuse me, officers? Me and my acquaintances are looking for some abducted refugees.

Officer 1: Refugees? Doesn't ring a bell.

Officer 2: Yeah, we get alot of refugees here. What do they look like?

*Leeko climbs down from Percy's footplate.*

Leeko: One of them was a brown cat that looks like a spice merchant and the other was a blue tank engine with a big yellow number one on his side.

Officer 1: Oh, crud... You mean those guys? Yeah, we arrested them.

Percy and Leeko: WHAT?!

Officer 2: Yeah, tried to break into a pie shop. Heard rumours saying there was a magic coin in there.

Percy: Oh, but that coin is dangerous. We're hunting these down in order to change the world!

Officer 1: Oh, that's just makebelieve. You should just go off now, I don't think you'll find any coins here.

*Darious walks up.*

Darious: If I may intervene, this "spice merchant" you speak of is a member of MY crew. She was kidnapped by a rival of mine, and this tank engine you're also speaking

of is a member of Percy's own crew.

Percy: That's right, in fact. Thomas is the leader of my crew. I'm just a temporary replacement.

*Just then, Trento arrives.*

Trento: You talking about Thomas and Mila? Absolute morons they were, they tried to help my worker Kate steal that coin.

Leeko: Who's Kate?

Trento: Boys, show them to the dungeons. Maybe Kate will explain her side of the story.

Officer 1: Sure, Mr. Trento. *turns to the pirates and the engines.* Come with us, folks.

*Trento and the police officers lead the engines and pirates into the dungeons where Kate is still in her cell.*

Officer 2: Miss Kate? You've got visitors.

Kate: Oh, thank God! I just hope you've come to bail me out.

Percy: I wish we knew how.

Kate: Hang on, are you the close friends of Mila and Thomas?

Percy: Of course!

Darious: If I may clear things up a bit, officers. Kate seems to be quite innocent, Rourkie isn't a man who takes humiliation likely. He is a common thug and a literal pirate, compared to us.

Leeko: We're not entirely 100% pirates, we're more-or-less treasure hunters.

We've been trying to study the whereabouts of these magic coins to change the world.

Officer 1: Yes, you told us.

Voice: Magic coins? You mean the wizard's treasure, right?

*Just then, a stout police constable walks out, eating two pies.*

Police Constable: Those coins ruined my life. I was once the finest body-builder in all of Ilfracombe. But look at me now, I think these lads are doing us a favour.

Kate: I told you so. And if I may address the elephant in the room. Those "pies" that Trento made. He used those coins to make them delicious. Tasty enough for people to ignore the side effects.

Percy and Leeko: *gulps* Side effects?

Kate: You see, unbeknownst to the public, Trento's pies cause... weight gain.

*Percy, Darious and Leeko and the two police officers gasp in shock. But Morgana intervenes.*

Morgana: Oh, please. Everyone knows eating pies makes you fat, you moron.

Police Constable: Well, ma'am. I think Kate has a point. She's innocent. *turns to Kate.* We're sorry, Kate. There seems to be a misunderstanding, you're free to go.

*The polices officers unlock the cell and Kate steps boldly out.*

Kate: Oh, thanks officers! Now, to put Trento in his proper place...

Trento: Okay, I admit it. I did use the coins to make the pies delicious. I was baffled and envious of those big food brands trying to be popular with their pies. If you think the coin would

be the gift to my life, you're wrong. I have it right... *checks his pocket but he's found nothing.* ...here? Uh oh...

*The police officers look angrily at Trento.*

Trento: Ummmm... You want store discount?

*Trento is thrown into the jail cell in place of Kate.*

Trento: Wait! You can't leave me! I can take cooking classes!

*The engines and pirates leave with Kate.*

Kate: Thanks, y'all. I can't believe you stood up for me!

Gordon: Well, it's what friends do.

Kate: But I'm worried about Mila and Thomas. The last time I heard, Mila was knocked unconcious and Thomas was so alienated about it, he completely followed Rourkie's orders, like he was brainwashin' him.

Percy: My God... We've got to stop Rourkie before he gets into more trouble.

Kate: I'm comin' with you!

Morgana: You... want to join us? Please don't make us laugh!

Kate: If I know Ilfracombe, The laws are not kind to thieves here. There must be somethin' I can do for ya. Does your crew need a chef?

Morgana: I don't think we do. This is a brittle ship, so we'd more likely die in a blaze of fire.

Darious: A chef sounds lovely, Kate. Welcome aboard. Leeko, Oliver, why don't you give her the tour?

Oliver: Really? Us? I mean... we'd love to!

Leeko: Indeed, right this way, Kate!

*The engines and pirates make their way back to the ship. The Police Constable and the officers wave at them.*

Police Constable: Good luck, you lot. Make this world a better place, and free me from my eating habits!

*The ship sets sail from Ilfracombe, Meanwhile, Morgana is talking to Percy, Leeko, Darious, James, Edward, Duana and Angie.*

Morgana: You're letting that slime ball join our crew? I don't believe it. First the temple geeks and now a shifty baker? What is this crew becoming?

James: Darious, is there ANYONE you won't let on board?

Darious: If she doesn't fit in, we can always drop her off at our next stop. But, you never know, Morgana and James. She might surprise us all.

Morgana: How, by poisoning our food?

Edward: Oh, she won't be poisoning anyone's foods. I'LL be the one teaching her. I have cooked for my engine friends in the past.

Percy: Edward's right, you know. He makes the BEST cookies any engine could ever make.

Angie: You know, mate. I think you certainly changed a lot from who you were when you were recruited by Rourkie. Do you think the person you are today would approve of invitin' the old you on board, hmmmm?

Morgana: Of course not, Angie. It was a huge risk.

Duana: Yes, of course it was. But aren't you glad we did so anyways?

Morgana: That doesn't make me feel any better about having someone like that on board.

Leeko: Oh come on, Morgana. Kate isn't so bad, is she?

Morgana: I suppose it could be worse; we could be having Trento on board. After what he did to Mila and No 1. I'd really like to slit his throat.

James: *sighs* You're telling me.

Darious: Anyway, I'm glad you approve, Morgana.

Morgana: Hey, I didn't say... er... whatever, Darious. I got stuff to do.

*Morgana walks off to sweep the decks, Darious turns to Percy and Leeko.*

Darious: So tell me, you two. Do you approve of how things turned out?

Percy: Erm... two wrongs don't make a right.

Leeko: I agree with Percy. I think the lesson is clear. Ever since we got here, we've seen that same pattern over and over again.

Darious: We have?

Percy: Kate told me she spied on her boss and got fired. Then she tried to enlist Thomas and Mila to steal for her and got themselves arrested. Trento used shady business practices AND got his shop broken into.

Leeko: Not to mention, he faked his own crimes and joined Rourkie's side just to get Mila, Thomas and Kate into trouble.

Darious: Yes, but no matter how we choose to handle it, Leeko and Percy, hunting for the coins is dangerous work, you know. Virtuousness,

while an admireable aspiration, can't protect ourselves from those dangers we encounter. Just remember that, you two.

Percy and Leeko: Ay-ay, cap'n!

*Percy and Leeko get back to work whilst the sun sets on the horizon.*

Narrator: So despite their attempts to find Thomas and Mila, The Steam Team knew they would find the treasure and get home soon enough, but would they succeed? Well, I'm sorry to say, but that's another story.

TO BE CONTINUED...

THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE

CARTOON SERIES

DOUBLE-LENGTH EPISODE #2

THE PIRATE ADVENTURE (Prisoner of Destiny Cut)

Part 2

� GULLANE (THOMAS) LIMITED 2021, 2022

� 2021, 2022 JOEY MORLEY LIMITED

Pre-Intro:

Voice-over: Previously on Thomas The Tank Engine & Friends�...

*Shows shots from Part 1 of The Pirate Adventure.*

Thomas: It's not over yet, folks. We only have four coins from the last adventure. This is going to be a VERY tough ride...

*End of Pre-Intro*

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Scene 1:

*Episode opens with drawings of the first part of The Pirate Adventure.*

Narrator: If you remember last time, Thomas and The Steam Team were sent to Dartmouth to help out. But during the voyage, their railferry got destroyed in a storm.

The engines thought they were lost forever until they awoke to find themselves rescued by a gang of pirates known as "The Dread Pirates". However, when our heroes were

at the Cursed Coast, Thomas and Mila were kidnapped by Rourkie and his crew! As a result, the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates had to go on a quest to not only find the coins,

but save their friends too, whilst recruiting the victims that Rourkie obliterated. But back on the Island of Sodor, things weren't going quite so well for me...

*Episode opens on the Island of Sodor, Joey is gloomily working with Diesel, who's pulling a local passenger train on Thomas' branch line.*

Narrator: ...because there was still no sign of Thomas' whereabouts, I had to work with Diesel. But I still felt depressed over the disappearence of my friends.

Diesel: Are you still bummed out about the whereabouts of the steamies, Joey?

Joey: *sighs* Yes, Diesel.

Diesel: I can relate... without the steamies around, I haven't got anyone to torment on a daily basis.

Joey: You and me both, Diesel. You and me both.

*Diesel pulls into Ffarquhar station. Mavis is already there, dropping off some workman in Henrietta.*

Mavis: Afternoon, you two. *notices Diesel and Joey feeling down* Oh dear, you look down in the mouths. What's wrong?

Diesel: Apparently, Joey's still miserable after the steamies' disappearences. And not gonna lie, I'm starting to feel that way too. What's the point of working on this railway if there's no

steam engines to make fun of?

Mavis: You can always go back to work on the Other Railway.

Diesel: Nah, I don't think they do much with me since they rebranded themselves. I'm pretty much better off here nowadays.

Mavis: Oh, I wouldn't get too upset if I were you, guys. The Steam Team did bring their phones with them, I'm sure they probably might have not got Wi-Fi.

Joey: It depends, Mavis. Thomas is the only engine who actually HAS a SIM card on his phone, but it's not strong enough to work in a place that doesn't have good Wi-Fi.

Mavis: Oh, fair enough.

Joey: Anyway, Mavis. We have to go, our next journey leaves shortly.

Mavis: Oh, goodness! You're right. I'll catch you two later.

*Mavis honks her horn and departs from Ffarquhar and up to the quarry.*

Joey and Diesel: Bye, Mavis.

*The guard blows his whistle, Diesel honks his horn and eventually departs with his train bound for Ulfstead. Meanwhile, The Pirate's Fate is currently docked at Watchet, Rourkie and his mates have gone to the tavern for a pint.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, The Pirate's Fate was docked back at Watchet. Rourkie and his crew were determined to find the next coin. But Thomas and Mila weren't enjoying themselves one bit...

*Scene changes to Thomas and Mila sitting inside the ship, completely bored out of their wits.*

Thomas: *sighs* This... sucks!

Mila: I know, we've tried every trick in the book and it kept backfiring.

Thomas: You're telling me...

*Just then, the door opens and a lizard with blonde hair and Indian clothing walks in. (Apparently, she's Tam-Tam from earlier in Part 1. But Thomas and Mila don't know her yet.)*

Tam-Tam: Whoa, I didn't expect anybody else to be on this ship. Are you two prisoners or something?

Thomas: Yeah, we're prisoners alright.

Mila: Who are you?

Tam-Tam: Why, I'm Tam-Tam. A dashing sailor, celebrated antiquarian and fearless peer to any pirate.

Thomas: Well, nice to meet you, Tam-Tam. My name is Thomas T. Tank Engine, and this is my friend Mila.

Mila: Hello.

Thomas: Um... did Rourkie ask you to join the crew or something?

Tam-Tam: Well, not exactly. He just kind of shooed me away when I tried to talk with him. So I thought I'd prove to how valuable I can be, and show him my stealthy skills

by sneaking on board. You two understand, right?

Mila: But Rourkie's a bloodthirsty monster. If you value your life, you should get out of here while you still have a chance.

Tam-Tam: That makes me wonder, Mila. Do you think two wrongs can make a right?

Thomas: What does that mean?

Tam-Tam: We've got a nice ship here, don't we? Sure would be a shame to let it remain in the hands of this "bloodythirsty monster" as you call your captain. Why don't WE take it? Sail away together, just the three of us.

Mila: Alright, let's get the hell out of here. Before he notices what's happened.

Thomas: That would be nice, but I'd rather much be back home with my engine friends.

Mila: I know how you feel, Thomas. I miss the engines too, and my own crew...

Tam-Tam: You mean, The Dread Pirates and the Steam Team?

*Thomas and Mila look at Tam-Tam, stunned.*

Thomas: Hang on... you know our friends?

Tam-Tam: Of course, I didn't want to say this in front of Rourkie. But I'm secretly going undercover to rescue you two.

Thomas: *gasps* Did you hear that, Mila? Tam-Tam's one of the Dread Pirates!

Mila: We're saved!

*Thomas whistles in delight.*

Tam-Tam: Shhhh! Keep quiet, I don't want Rourkie to know I'm a spy! So just keep the secret undercover business between yourselves and me, okay?

Mila: *whispers* Oh, alright, Tam-Tam.

Thomas: *whispers* We promise! Now then, let's find a way to leave Rourkie and his crew behind.

Mila and Tam-Tam: *whispers* Aye-aye, Thomas!

Thomas: But first, I just realized. How am I going to get out of these chain cuffs?

Tam-Tam: Oh, I'll take care of that. *pulls out a set of keys from her hair.* Rourkie loaned me his key, in a manner of speaking.

Mila: You... stole it?

Tam-Tam: You can't steal from a thief, I reclaimed it for you.

Thomas: Wow... I quite like the way you think, Tam-Tam.

Tam-Tam: Well, Thomas. That makes the three of us.

*Tam-Tam inserts the key into the lock, turns the key and in an instant, the chains fall apart. Thomas steams forward a little to free himself.*

Thomas: Oh, thank you, Tam-Tam! I can finally have the chance to stretch my wheels.

Mila: That's good, Thomas. But we better hurry! We don't have much time.

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam sneak quietly onto the ship's deck, it's getting late in the evening. The ship is docked at Watchet this time, as Rourkie and his mates have gone for some pints at the tavern.*

Thomas: *whispers* Any chance that Rourkie was following us?

Tam-Tam: *whispers* Ummmm... yes, he's right behind us.

Thomas: *whispers* WHAT? WHERE?

Tam-Tam: *whispers* Made you look, made you stare! *giggles* Of course not, darling. We're fine.

Mila: *whispers* You know, it's strange. We've all escaped, but somehow. I still don't feel safe. I feel like all of this could be take away from me at any moment.

Tam-Tam: *whispers* Well, just to be safe. You could get a... well, let's call it a permanent disguise.

Mila: *whispers* It would be nice to know Rourkie would never recognize me, but what do I need to do?

Tam-Tam: *whispers* I've got a friend, she's some sort of specialist, she'll fix you up for good.

Thomas: *turns to the viewers.* Something tells me I've got a bad feeling about this...

*Scene changes to the other ship where the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team are sailing on their next quest.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, out at sea, the engines were enjoying their life on the ocean waves. Kate, who was a refuge from the pie shop at Ilfracombe, was settling into her new life with the crew.*

Kate: Well, what do you think? I've just got to see your reaction! I'm certain you'll find it sumptuous.

Angie: Wow, this is... this is... um...

Percy: So delicious you're at a loss for words, huh? I thought so too.

Kate: Fantastic, I'll go serve the rest of the crew.

Percy: Wait, you don't have to do...

*But before Percy could reply, Kate walks off.*

Percy: ...that.

Leeko: *chuckles* Isn't she fantastic?

Angie: Well, her cookin' certainly isn't...

Oliver: You're kidding! I've never tasted anything more wonderful in my life. I mean, it's funny how life goes, isn't it? You know, just the other day, I was complaining about being on this ship.

Like it was some kind of joyless slog, you know?

Leeko: Then someone like Kate comes along. Great chef, she is... and pretty too.

Oliver: Hey listen, Leeko. You sound like a schoolboy with a crush.

Angie: Well, either way, we're glad to see you in such high spirits, Leeko and Oliver.

Leeko: I can't remember the last time they felt higher. I've got to go help stir the pot...

Oliver: And I've got to help heat up the oven, catch you guys later.

*Just as Leeko and Oliver go back down to the kitchen. Kate returns to see Percy, Angie and Duana.*

Kate: You guys want more?

Percy: More what?

Kate: More pies?

Percy: Oh, no thanks. I'm full.

Angie: Ummm... same here, mate.

Kate: Well, just let me know if you do... so you call yourselves the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team, right?

Angie: Well, only the engines are members of the Steam Team, but yes, I assume these pirates are known as the Dread Pirates, mate.

Percy: Well, as Darious would put it. They're not real pirates, they're treasure hunters.

Kate: Not real pirates? How fascinatin'... So... no battles or anythin' like that?

Percy: Not that we've come across... yet.

Angie: I believe they fought our share of those, mate.

Kate: And last night, you stole the coin from Trento, right?

Percy: ...No, we didn't.

Kate: You collect booty, you fight, you steal. Sounds like a pirate's life to me.

Percy: Well, maybe for the Dread Pirates but NOT for the Steam Team.

Angie: That's not the whole story, mate! You see...

Percy: We're not a crew of thugs. We're both families, we care for each other and more than ANY trophy or prize. Each hardship only brings us closer together,

Angie: That's right, mate. And THAT'S what makes us different from ordinary pirates.

Percy: It's a fact... you'll understand.

Kate: Hey, I'm not judgin'. I'm just tryin' to figure out what you're really all about. After my last job, can you blame me?

Angie: Oh, of course not, mate. I'm sure the more time you spend here, the clearer the picture will become.

Percy: Unless you move the antenna on a T.V.

Angie: Yeah... that too.

Kate: I knew I wanted to stay on board when I met Leeko. He's so chipper and cute! Wait... you didn't already have your eyes on him, did ya?

Percy: What, no! I wouldn't lay my eyes on Leeko. I'm a straight guy.

Angie: And he's not exactly my type, mate.

Kate: Well, that's a relief. I hate it when competition gets ugly. I mean, when we scratch each other's eyes out, nobody wins, right?

Percy: I guess so.

Kate: Well then, I think I'll go and pay Leeko a l'il visit right now.

Angie: Okay, you do that then, mate.

*Just then, a thunderstorm sound is heard.*

Duana: That wasn't me... was it?

Darious: Feel that? Squall's coming, Time to rig the storm sails. Duana, Percy, take port. Angie, Gordon, starboard. I'll try and navigate us through this.

Percy: But who's gonna be steering the whole ship?

Voice: Up here, mates!

*The seven turn to find that James has called shotgun.*

James: Chloe's swabbing the deck so I volunteered to fill her position.

*The others turn to Darious.*

Darious: Well, on the contrary, it's better than none.

Morgana: What's me and No. 4 gonna do?

Darious: I know, Morgana, Gordon...

Gordon: Yeeeees?

*Gordon finds himself climbing the rungs of the ship's ratlines, he freaks out when a thunderstorm flashes.*

Angie: Having a little trouble climbing, mates? *snickers*

Gordon: Yes, very funny indeed, Angie.

Morgana: We'll get up there eventually, right No. 4?

Gordon: Er... yeah... I think so.

Darious: We don't need eventually, we need right now! We haven't got time, or that storm is going to destroy our sails. Duana, Percy! Get up there, now!

Percy: What's the magic word?

Darious: *sighs* Get up there and rig the sails... please.

Percy: Thank you. Come on, Duana.

Duana: Right on it, Percy.

*Percy and Duana rig one of the sails.*

Percy: There we go, wasn't so hard.

James: I wouldn't say that...

Angie: What'd you mean?

*James points towards the horizon, for the ship is heading towards a BIG whirlpool.*

Percy: Oh... crud...

James: Don't worry, I know how to ride a boat. Have you ever rode in a speedboat?

Angie: No...

James: Well, what you're about to witness is going to be a VERY bumpy ride. For earlier at Ilfracombe, Bertha managed to fix up the ship and gave us these cool accelerators for a speedy trip. When us engines are driving the ship, we will use our steam

and power the ship whilst running, our wheels will be moving on these rollers which will the power the ship, like a treadmill.

Percy: James, I don't understand how that is going to...

*But before Percy can reply, James revs up the accelerators and the ship suddenly starts at full speed.*

Percy: WOOOOOOOORK!!!!

*The Dread Pirates and the Steam Team are taken by surprise at this sudden force, they rock and roll violent on the ship.*

James: Yo-ho-ho and bucket of... er... bum! We're gonna ride this whirlpool in fine style. YEEEHAAA!

*The ship enters the whirlpool and spins around in it. Meanwhile, the engines are being bounced about like peas in a frying pan. Edward slips on the deck, Holly spins around really fast and Molly goes sliding past. Meanwhile, Gordon and Morgana do their best to hold

onto the ship's shrounds.*

Morgana: WHO INVITED THAT CREEP TO STEER THE SHIP?!

Gordon: DON'T LOOK AT ME, DARIOUS WAS THE ONE WHO HIRED HIM!

*Angie and Percy hold on for dear lives.*

Percy: This would've been more easier if Thomas and Mila were still with us.

Angie: Oh... I don't feel so good! *goes green in the face and nearly vomits.*

*The ship eventually flies out of the whirlpool and rocks and bounces as it hits the waves.*

James: This is better than double overtime on the North Western Railway!!!

Darious: JAMES! CUT THAT OUT! WE'LL GET SHIPWRECKED!

James: TRUST ME, DARIOUS! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!

*Suddenly, a sharp wave hits the boat and James is sent, flying off. Thankfully, he has a rope attached to his foot that Percy and Angie grab on to.*

Percy and Angie: JAMES!

*As the ship shoots through the waves, James rockets underwater with the rope attached to him. James gurgles and screams at the same time. Just then, he passes SpongeBob and Patrick.*

James: *gurgles* Oh hi, you guys!

*James continues to rocket pass whilst gurgling and screaming. He eventually flies out of the water with the rope attached to him, like a big catch. He falls back on the deck and accidently lands on Angie and Percy.*

James: Sorry! *races back to the ship's wheel and regains control.* Now then, to get us outta here and fast!

*James steers the ship through the rough waves in hopes of getting the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team out of high seas. Leeko and Kate walk outside to see what the fuss is going on.*

Leeko: Hmmmm... I guess they didn't show the engines how to control in ship in wet weather.

Kate: Tell me about it.

*The ship continues to rock and roll between the waves before making it's way out of the storm and into sunnier, safer seas.*

Angie: Phew! The storm's cleared up...

Morgana: Yeah... But we all had a near-death experience.

Percy: That was scary indeed. James, you should be careful driving a ship like that in the future.

James: Sorry, Percy.

*End of Scene 1*

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Scene 2:

*Meanwhile, Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam have arrived at an unknown island. Although not seen, they are heard docking the boat.*

Thomas: Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good... and... stop!

Mila: Sometimes, I wish I'd knew when you'll learn to drive these things.

Thomas: So this was the island you were telling us about?

Tam-Tam: No, Thomas. This is the imperial palace.

Mila: But... there's no palace ANYWHERE!

Tam-Tam: You'll find out eventually, Mila.

Thomas: Tam-Tam's right, you don't have to be so sarcastic.

Mila: Wait... I said that?

Tam-Tam: I don't have to, but it's so much fun.

Mila: I'm not sure about this, Tam-Tam. This place appears totally... deserted. Maybe there isn't anything or anyone there. Or maybe, Rourkie got to the treasure first.

Thomas: *scoffs* I doubt he did, Mila. But if he does, I'm laying my fists of steel on him.

Tam-Tam: Another thing, Mila. The only way Rourkie found the treasure first would be if you led him straight to it.

Thomas: Mila wouldn't do that... she's only just arrived. Unless you were talking about the other treasure.

Tam-Tam: I was.

Thomas: Oh, that figures. Anyway, we shouldn't be dawdling. Show me the way, Tam-Tam!

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam embark on their hunt to find the other coin. They haven't gone very far when they notice a sanctuary full of safari animals.*

Thomas: Hey, guys! Look at this! There's giraffes there...

Mila: Hey, you're right! But it still doesn't look like there's anybody around... except these animals.

Tam-Tam: Oh, trust me. She's here alright.

Voice: Oh my! Children, look at this! We've got guests.

Mila: Who said that?

*Just then, a lioness walks over to the gang.*

Lioness: I did, Please to meet you. Call me Circe.

Thomas: Oh, hello there, Circe. I'm Thomas and this is my friend Mila.

Circe: And what brings you to my fair isle?

Tam-Tam: Well, Circe. Mila and Thomas are here for "special disguises".

Mila: Ummmm... what?

Circe: Oh... oh, is that right? And why would you want one of those?

Mila: I... I just escaped captivity from the dreaded pirate Rourkie. He steals, he kills, he... he... threatened to... uh...

Thomas: Long story short, Circe. Rourkie kidnapped me and Mila so we could become part of his crew. But we already have our own crews. We're both

working together to find one of these... *turns to Mila and whispers* Can I borrow your thing?

Mila: Sure...

*Mila takes the coin of her chest and gives it to Thomas, which he shows to Circe.*

Thomas: And we mean... these.

Circe: Oh, you're one of those.

Mila: One of what?

Circe: Treasure hunters. It's very dangerous business you know...

Mila: It may be dangerous, but we're not alone. We have each other.

Thomas: Mila's right. Dangerous business doesn't stop a really useful engine like me.

Circe: So, you're just one big happy family, then? Glad to hear it.

Thomas: Well, TWO families. Mila's SUPPOSED to be a member of the Dread Pirates and I work with the Steam Team.

Mila: The Steam Team are the ones who are *clears throat* locomotives with faces.

Circe: Ah, I see.

Tam-Tam: Darlings, you might not agree with why we're out there and that's just fine.

Thomas: *through gritted teeth* Tam-Tam, shut up.

Circe: And your friend says you need a disguise to stop Rourkie from recognizing you two?

Mila: That's right.

Circe: Well, say no more. Young Thomas and Mila. I can see both suffering in your eyes. So much like the other pirates and sailors I've met. I mean, look at you!

You've experienced fatigue, Misery and Tragedy. Every day you have to grapple with difficult questions.

Thomas: Oh, please. You have no idea...

Circe: You long to rest and yet your work is never over, and you said that you don't fear danger because you look out for each other. But how loyal can pirates really be?

Thomas: Good question, I don't know...

Circe: Such bravery and resolve, are only needed in the face of adversity. Now if you lived here, there'd be no need for heroics and no need for struggle.

Mila: Well...

Circe: My little slice of the world is pure and uncorrupted. It's a paradise. If you stayed here, you wouldn't need to worry about anybody ever hurting you again.

You could live peace and harmony with mother nature.

Thomas: *clears throat* Let's worry about our disguises first.

Circe: Of course, Thomas. We'll discuss diplomatic matters over supper. But first, I must tend to my children.

Mila: Your children?

Circe: That's right. The animals, that is. I call them my children because they've got nobody else looking out for them, you know.

Mila: Wait... so there's nobody else on this island except for you?

Circe: That's right, we're all on our own out here. I like it that way.

Thomas: Cinders and ashes! You certainly have a big job, then. There must be EVERY type of animal here.

Circe: Well, not every type, Thomas. But anyway, they're probably wondering where I am. Ta-ta!

*Circe walks off, leaving Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam.*

Tam-Tam: I hate to be a burden, you two. But I had no idea it was that bad.

Mila: Well, if you hadn't shown me when you did, I don't know what would've happened. There's only so much someone can take, am I right?

Thomas: You can definitely say that again.

Tam-Tam: Oh, and I was so foolish that I almost joined them. I'm certainly in your debts, Thomas and Mila.

Mila: Oh, don't mention it, Tam-Tam. It's just what us pirates and engines do for a living.

Tam-Tam: Do you feel totally relaxed now, darling?

Thomas: Well, for me... not completely.

Tam-Tam: Oh, don't worry, Thomas. I'm sure once Circe is through with you, you'll never be fearful again.

Thomas: Like I said earlier, I have a bad feeling about this.

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam set off to find Circe. They pass the animals on their way. Just then, a giraffe leans over.*

Giraffe: Wait! Save yourself, little engine! It's not safe here!

Thomas: WHAT THE-? You can talk?

*Another giraffe appears.*

Second Giraffe: We can, when SHE'S not around.

Thomas: You mean Circe?

First Giraffe: Yes, HER!

Thomas: What do you mean?

Tam-Tam: Come on, Thomas! Why're you just standing there for?

Thomas: Well, I... *turns to the giraffes.* Sorry, I have business to attend to. You can tell me later.

*Thomas steams off to find Circe, leaving the two giraffes alone.*

First Giraffe: Great! Another fella who doesn't believe us...

Second Giraffe: Don't worry, Gerald. He'll find it all out the hard way.

*Scene changes to a campfire outside Circe's cottage where Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam and Circe are eating.*

Circe: So, enjoying your soup?

Mila: Yeah... it's nice. Thanks for your hospitality, Circe.

Thomas: Are you sure about that? This soup kinda tastes funny.

Circe: Oh, it's such a rare treat to have guests. I only wish you could stay forever. But first... Let's get that disguise ready. Mila, you're first.

Mila: Okay, how exactly do your disguises work?

Circe: They won't just keep you safe from Rourkie. They'll keep you safe from misery itself.

Mila: How's that even possible?

Tam-Tam: Trust me, darling. It's possible.

Thomas: I'm having second thoughts about this... I really am.

Circe: Mediate with me, let's think of some spirit animals for you...

Thomas: Ummm... but Mila's a cat...

*Mila puts her hand on Thomas' mouth to shut him up.*

Mila: -tastrophic spice merchant. That's what he was saying. Anyway, which animal?

Circe: Let's think of some species that's known for being happy.

A playful monkey, perhaps? Close your eyes, take my hands and concentrate.

Thomas: Errr.. Mila? I don't think this is a good idea. This could be witchcraft.

Mila: Don't worry, Thomas! This won't hurt a bit!

*Mila closes her eyes and hold both of Circe's hands.*

Circe: Tell me you want all your cares and worries to end.

Mila: I want them to end...

Circe: Good, good! Take my hand, feel the warmth flow over you.

Mila: Oh, I feel it alright. Oh, Circe! It's amazing, I've never felt so happy.

*Suddenly, a blue flame of light slows around Circe and Mila's hand. Thomas suddenly notices it first.*

Thomas: Oh my God... *blows his whistle in horror* MILA, NOO!!!

*Thomas races into action and pushes Mila out of the way, just in time. Suddenly, a flash of light comes from Circe's hands and hits Thomas, he screams in pain before being thrown a few inches away from Circe.*

Tam-Tam: Oh, that looked painful!

*Mila picks herself up after being knocked over by Thomas.*

Mila: Oh my God, THOMAS! Are you alright?

*Thomas wakes up, from his point of view.*

Thomas: *groans* My head, what just happened?

*Mila walks up to Thomas.*

Mila: Thomas! Are you okay?

Thomas: *gets up and rubs his head.* I'm alright, Mila. Why's my face all hairy? I don't remember having a beard. *notices Mila, Tam-Tam and Circe looking at him, in a nervous and concerned sort of way.* Why are you guys looking at me like that?

Tam-Tam: Oh my. I think I was pretty much right about what you said, Thomas...

Mila: Yep, this is witchcraft alright. You definitely look and feel a little different than what I've seen...

Thomas: Oh, I'm sure it isn't that bad. *gets out a mirror.* I mean, how bad could it possibly... be?

*Thomas looks at himself in the mirror. Only for him to realize, Circe's black magic has given Thomas a hairy, fuzzy face, similar to a monkey. Thomas is so horrified about it, he screams so loudly that some flocks of birds fly away. Thomas drops the mirror in fury.*

Thomas: YOU B***H! YOU TURNED ME INTO A HAIRY SMELLY NFT!

Circe: Correction: You're a monkey.

Thomas: CIRCE, IS THIS WHAT YOU F**KING MEANT BY A DISGUISE?!

Circe: No, no, of course not. I... how did this happen?

Thomas: YOU TOLD MILA TO THINK OF A SPIRIT ANIMAL, YOU A*****E!

Mila: Yeah... I didn't expect...

Circe: This has never happened to one of my children before...

Mila: *gasps* Of course! Thomas was right all along! Your children, did you want to turn me into a feral beast, then? Is that it? These animals were all guests to all your island. You turned them into these animals, did you?

Circe: Can you blame me? Everyone had a sob story. But I made their pain go away, forever... I'm restoring us back to the noble savages we once were. I'm liberating life from the shackles of knowledge. Can you not see?

Thomas: YOU WANT TO EMBRACE NATURE? NATURE WAS PERFECT THE WAY IT WAS!

Circe: Of course, Thomas. And I wanted to keep it that way!

Thomas: NATURE CREATED ME AS A PROPER ANTHROPOMORPHIC BEING! IT WAS YOU WHO TRIED TO INTERFERE, BY USING UNNATURAL MAGIC TO TRY AND CHANGE WHO AND WHAT I AM. NOW LOOK AT ME!

I LOOK LIKE MY FINAL EPISODIC APPEARENCE IN SEASON 24!

Circe: But... I...

Mila: Uhhh... Tam-Tam, why did you think coming here was a good idea again?

Tam-Tam: Hey! Don't look at me, I had no idea some engine would want to do such a despicable thing.

Circe: You dirty little...

Thomas: SHUT THE F**K UP, B***H! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! I'VE BEEN A HOTSHOT TV STAR FOR DECADES! NOW I'M A HIDEOUS HOMO-SAPIENS!

Tam-Tam: Hold on, Thomas. Before anyone of us says something we're going to regret, I think I have compromise that everyone can live with.

Mila: A compromise?

Tam-Tam: Circe, you said you wanted Thomas and Mila to stay here and live out happy lives, worry free. And you two, you wanted a disguise in case Rourkie ever came round

again. Seems to me like you both can get what you want without anyone needing to change anymore.

Circe: Well, I suppose that's true. But what if other worries start to creep into their mind. Like Mila, for example. She can never be truly happy here with her intellect intact.

Mila: You're not wrong, there.

Tam-Tam: For someone who wants others to shed their worries, you certainly are full of them yourself, Circe.

Circe: A fair point purely made, Tam-Tam.

Tam-Tam: And Thomas, don't worry about being a feral being yourself. Here's a little something to remember this by.

*Tam-Tam gets out at banana and shows it to Thomas.*

Tam-Tam: Eat up, Twinkles. *laughs*

*Thomas' face is now red with fury. He lets off steam in an agitated way.*

Thomas: I NEVER WANTED TO BE A MONKEY IN THE FIRST PLACE! I'M SO ANGRY, I'M GONNA...

*Thomas starts pounding his chest and making monkey noises, he charges towards Circe and attacks her.*

Circe: What the-? ARRRGH! HELP! HELP! SOMEONE GET THIS CRAZY BEAST OFF OF ME! OH, MY FUR, HE'S RIPPING OFF MY FUR!

*Mila and Tam-Tam watch in a uneasy sort of way. In order to not cause a disturbance, they walk naturally away, whistling. Scene changes back to the campground where Mila and Tam-Tam are both sitting,

roasting marshmellows.*

Tam-Tam: *sighs* You know, Mila. I guess I do kinda feel bad for Thomas. This wasn't really the best idea I came up with.

Mila: Oh, I can't blame you for that, Tam-Tam. Everyone makes mistakes, even engines.

*Eventually, Thomas steams back, still emotional after his feral breakdown.*

Mila: So, how are you feeling, Thomas?

Thomas: *sighs* Not in the best of moods. What are my fans going to say about me now?

Tam-Tam: You're still not mad at me for what I've done, right?

Thomas: I'm not mad, Tam-Tam. I'm just... disappointed, okay?

Tam-Tam: Don't misunderstand me, darling. I only said what I did to get Circe to cool off. I'm dreadfully sorry about all of this. You must be furious with me, aren't you?

Thomas: I can't stay mad at you, Tam-Tam. I mean, you did save me and Mila from Rourkie's grasp and I know you were only trying to help. I feel like I ought to be mad, but I can't.

*feels the fur on his face.* Oh boy, I hope this isn't permanent, I don't want to continue the film looking like this. My fanbase would be kicking my ass if they see me like that.

Tam-Tam: How bad could it possibly be.

Thomas: If you think my fur is bad, think again.

*Thomas removes his smokebox to reveal more hair, and even a set of monkey ears pop out from the side of his head.*

Tam-Tam: Oh...

Mila: Don't worry about it, Thomas. I'm sure no-one will notice.

Thomas: Then what about this...?

*Thomas strains hard and a monkey tail pops out of his bunker.*

Mila: Ah... yeah, we can try hiding that too.

Thomas: That's what I thought.

Mila: Look on the bright side, Thomas. Things did end up working out pretty well in the end, didn't they? It's just like Tam-Tam said, we got a disguise and this place is very peaceful.

The kind of place I'd have loved to visit ordinarily. I just wish I'd known the price of admission beforehand?

Thomas: Wait... are you saying you have to PAY to access the countryside?

Tam-Tam: What price is that? You mean your little change? Don't be so modest about it. You'll look absolutely gorgeous again. From what I know, sometimes these things wear off overtime.

You'll be back to your beautiful locomotive self once again soon.

Thomas: *sighs with relief* Well, thank goodness for that.

Mila: Gorgeous? Either you're trying to be polite, or... *smirks* you're admitting you're jealous.

Tam-Tam: Oh, I'm not admitting anything.

Thomas: Look, guys. As much as I want to stay on this island and all, but I've still got a mission to attend to. I can't hang around here for 24 hours. Not to mention timing constraints

on this episode.

Tam-Tam: Oh, alright, if you insist, Thomas.

Mila: But what about the coin? Did you see anything about it?

Thomas: Well, it's funny you mentioned it, Mila.

*Thomas lets off steam, something gold flies out of his funnel and lands in one of Mila's hands. Mila gazes closely and she cannot believe her eyes!*

Mila: Thomas! You found another coin.

Thomas: Turns out Tam-Tam was right about Circe having a coin all along. She had it on her, which she was using to turn the visitors into beasts.

Mila: Well then, with that done and dusted. We should return to the ship.

*Just then, the giraffes return.*

First Giraffe: Let me guess, she turned you into a monkey?

Thomas: Yes, but even I don't know what kind of monkey.

Tam-Tam: Wait.. you can talk?

Second Giraffe: Of course we can talk, it's only when Circe's not around.

First Giraffe: We did try to warn you it's not safe here, little tank engine.

Thomas: I know, I established that, and I'm sorry. But I've got the magic coin she used to turn you into what you are now.

First Giraffe: Wait... how did you...? That's impossible, no one has EVER attempted to get Circe's coin.

Thomas: Oh, but I have now! And me and my friends are gathering these coins together to change the world.

Second Giraffe: Awesome! And by gathering them will hopefully lift our curse.

Thomas: Wait... did you say the coins lift curses if brought together?

First Giraffe: Yes, that's what they all heard about the wizard's story.

Mila: I don't believe it, you know the wizard's treasure too?

First Giraffe: Of course, everyone knows about it!

Tam-Tam: Then maybe you two, plus your own friends can join us in our quest if you like.

First Giraffe: Awww, we'd love to. But our place is here, now that you've got the coin from Circe, we can finally take back our rights and put her in place once and for all.

Thomas: Great! But what about my monkey disguise, I'm not going to stay like that forever, am I?

Second Giraffe: Don't worry, buddy. You're still a locomotive, with a disguise like that, these things will wear off overtime.

Thomas: That's good! Thanks for the advice... er... what are your names?

First Giraffe: Oh, we're Gerald and Geraldine! Antiquarians and famed treasure hunters.

Second Giraffe: Well, we were! Until we got imprisoned here by Circe!

Thomas: Well, thank you Gerald and Geraldine. I hope once you've taught Circe a lesson, you'll be free.

Gerald: Thanks, Thomas! We will!

*Thomas steams off back to the ship with Mila and Tam-Tam on his footplate. Scene changes to Thomas and Mila in the captain's quarters. Thomas is shaving off the fur caused by Circe's magic.*

Mila: There you go, Thomas. Nothing like a spot of gel and a razor blaze can't fix.

Thomas: Thanks, Mila. You know, I've put off something important, and now that we've got a new crew member. I can't really wait anymore.

Mila: Why not?

Thomas: Well... I'm a steam locomotive, I can't manage a ship and ride on my own six small wheels all the time. I need, what I call a "first mate engine driver".

Mila: Why's that?

Thomas: As you know, it's important to have a chain of command to respect, like what Morgana told us. Of course, except for me, nobody here's a real pirate. Outside the Steam Team, I've got, a liar and... you. But I think my choice is pretty clear.

Mila: I understand. But Tam-Tam's only just been here for a day or two, and you and your friends have only been here for goodness knows how long. I wouldn't want her

to feel passed over.

Thomas: Tam-Tam? Oh come on, Mila! When does she ever have a spine?

Mila: Seems like she did today. *chuckles*

Thomas: *smirks* Yeah... but that's just because we goaded her into it. I wouldn't make her first mate if this was a two person crew, am I right?

Mila: *chuckles* Yes...

Thomas: Anyways, Let's hit the hay, I'm still tired after all this.

Mila: *yawns* Me too.

*Thomas and Mila head off to another part of the ship to rest.*

Thomas: You know, Mila. I never thought being a pirate would be so exciting.

Mila: Me too, Thomas. And I never get to see loads of engines these days. Anyways, good night.

Thomas: Good night.

*End of Scene 2*

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Scene 3:

*Scene changes to back at the Cursed Coast where Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam are disembarking the ship.*

Narrator: The next morning, Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam were back at the Cursed Coast. Because Thomas was desperate to find the others again.

Mila: Darious? Morgana? Leeko?

Thomas: Percy? James? Emily? Gordon?

Tam-Tam: Are you sure they were here?

Thomas: That was where I last saw them. Why?

Tam-Tam: If I may recall, I last saw them in the tavern. You know, the one at Watchet?

Thomas: Oh, that tavern? I didn't think they went there again.

Mila: Perhaps they're still vertured inside these caves.

Thomas: Maybe... Come on, we've got to find them or die trying.

*Mila and Tam-Tam climb on board Thomas' footplate, Thomas blows his whistle and steams bravely into the dark caves.*

Narrator: The caves were dark, and bumpy. But Thomas still ventured on, to find his friends.

Thomas: Do you think Rourkie may have come back here, looking for us? If he did, he might have decided to finish them off.

Tam-Tam: No, I'm sure he'd decide to invite them to tea.

Mila: Please, Tam-Tam! This is a serious matter. Stop fooling around. Besides, I doubt Rourkie would be able to find them here. This place is like a labyrinth.

Tam-Tam: Oh, puh-lease! I'm serious about fooling around. Someone's got to lighten the mood, am I right?

Thomas: But I don't want to laugh about my friends dying.

Tam-Tam: Fairly understandable, Thomas. That's one explanation, but what if they escaped, somehow? Or another ship came by... perhaps someone other than you and Rourkie know how to navigate here after all?

Another thing, Thomas. Is where do you think your crew would go?

Mila: Maybe back to the last place we were together. That's the tavern right?

Tam-Tam: The one where we met? What if Rourkie's there?

Thomas: I'll risk it, he'd probably might've forgotten who me and Mila are already. You, on the other hand...

Tam-Tam: Oh, I can worry about myself, thank you very much, darling.

Thomas: But first... I need to find a way to get out of the... cave?

*Thomas finds a light at the end of the cave, he soon realises he's back to where he started.*

Mila: That was easy.

Thomas: *looks left and right* And Rourkie hasn't shown up... or at least yet. Come on, girls. Let's get to that tavern!

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam board the ship. The ship eventually sets course for Watchet. Scene changes to inside the tavern

where Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam are drinking cola. Just then, a pheasant and a tigeress walk up to them.*

Pheasant: Oh, that was quite the show.

Tigeress: You liked it, did you? Well then, come back tomorrow. I promise, they'll be even better.

Tam-Tam: Oh, I love the ballet.

Mila: What ballet?

Pheasant: Not the ballet, you fool. The hanging!

Thomas: The what now? I don't mean to pry, but who are you and what are you talking about?

Pheasant: Oh, of course. Nice to meet you, I'm Priscilla, royal consigliere. And this is my associate, Jackie. High-ranking officer of Kittering Castle.

Jackie: Haven't seen your face before. Can't believe you missed the show.

Mila: I'm not one for plays.

Thomas: What show are you talking about?

Priscilla: The big stand-up comedy night at Kittering Castle. It was great.

Thomas: How great?

Priscilla: Oh, it had loads of great comedians, Simon Bird, Ben Elton, Karen Dunbar, Matt Lucas...

Thomas: Matt Lucas was there?! Awww, now I really regret not going.

Priscilla: Well, that and I'm talking about the hanging.

Mila: *spits out cola in shock.* HANGING?!

Priscilla: Yes, they just executed some brigands in the town square.

Jackie: Tomorrow, we're going to 'ave the pirates. Even better, right?

Thomas: P-pirates?

Mila: What pirates?

Jackie: Just brought 'em in myself, love. The Queen will be there in person. She wouldn't want to miss this one!

Thomas: You mean HM The Queen?

Priscilla: No, not that queen. THE Queen, Queen Nakhta.

Thomas: Oh... that Queen. I still do not know who she is.

Priscilla: You don't mean... you finally found them? The ones she's been looking for all this time?

Jackie: Of course, I'd knew I'd catch 'em eventually.

Thomas: If I may interrupt, who ARE these pirates called and what are their names?

Jackie: Sorry, sir. I didn't get their names. All I know there was two men and a women. But I knew they were the ones that the queen was looking for. They were carrying those coins she's so fond of.

Priscilla: Treasure hunters, aren't they? Good thing all their ill-gotten gold belongs to that crown now. Well, it's getting late. But I'll be at the hanging, Jackie, don't you worry.

*Priscilla walks off, Jackie goes up to the bar to get herself some booze. Meanwhile, Mila turns to Thomas and Tam-Tam.*

Mila: *whispers.* That's GOT to be them! Darious, Morgana and Leeko!

Thomas: *whispers* Oh no... if the Dread Pirates are captured. The Steam Team might be in danger too! We've got to rescue them!

Tam-Tam: Where abouts, darling? You have no idea where they are.

Thomas: Then, we'll just have to follow Jackie. If that doesn't work, I'll use my trusty GPS system to figure it all out.

Tam-Tam: You have a GPS system? Why?

Thomas: This is the 21st century, Tam-Tam. You gotta stay up-to-date. Like us steamies with our Train Protection and Warning System.

Mila: Yeah, that's fine. Let's go!

Thomas: Mila, wait!

Mila: What is it, Thomas?

Thomas: There's only three of us, attempting to save our friends. Counting you, me and Tam-Tam in, There have been five of you Dread Pirates and twenty-one of us Steam Team

engines.

Mila: Go on...

Thomas: Which means, we have to rescue... *counts his fingers.* TWENTY-THREE of all our friends.

Tam-Tam: Twenty-three? That must be a big crew. I hadn't thought of it like that! We need reinforcements, and fast!

Thomas: Don't worry, Tam-Tam. I know the perfect crew! My friend Duck told me there's a railway that goes through Watchet, a heritage railway that is...

*Scene changes to Minehead Station on the West Somerset Railway where the engines are all sleeping, they awaken after they hear a whistle in the distance.*

Odney Manor: *groans* Who can this be at this time of night?

*Thomas immediately steams into the station yard.*

Thomas: Is this the home of the West Somerset Railway?

Odney Manor: *steams from his shed and up to Thomas.* Yes, this is the place alright, My name's Odney Manor. What do you want?

*A GWR 6000 King Class known as No. 6024 'King Edward I' steams forward from his shed, accompanied by another 7800 Manor Class called No. 7822 'Foxcote Manor'.*

King Edward I: Oh, Odney. Don't listen to him. He's only just an intruding tank engine from the south.

Foxcote Manor: That's enough, your majesty. Don't you know who that is? That's Thomas the Tank Engine! He's a famous television star.

Odney Manor: Ah, I was wondering why his livery looked so familiar. So, Thomas? What are you doing on our line? We stopped hosting your events years ago.

Thomas: I know that, Odney. But me, Mila and Tam-Tam need your guys help. The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates have been arrested by the orders of Queen Nakhta in Kittering Castle, Redwick.

Odney Manor: Oh no! That's awful! What did they do?

Mila: We honestly can't remember, Odney. Possibly due to the fact that they wanted some of those magic coins.

Odney Manor: You mean the wizard's famous treasure?

Mila: *gasps* You know all about it too?

Foxcote Manor: Of course we do, Mila. Even the engines that no longer work on this line have heard about them too.

Mila: So you're saying... the story of the wizard's treasure... is SPREAD ALL OVER THE ENTIRE BRITISH RAIL NETWORK?!

Odney Manor: Exactly! But let's cut to the chase, are the Steam Team alright?

Thomas: I don't know. We heard from a pheasant saying that they're going to be hung.

King Edward I: *gulps* Hung? But how's that possible? They're locomotives. You can't "hang" locomotives.

Mila: Well, if I know the queen. She's willing to give it a try.

Foxcote Manor: Well either way, we must help find those Steam Team engines and rescue them!

Thomas: But here's the thing. We need to rescue twenty-three of our friends. Because three of them are Mila's friends and the rest are all my engine friends.

King Edward I: Well then, young Thomas. There's no time to loose. And the fact that I've just recently been mainline certified will give me a good excuse to help you.

Thomas: Thanks... erm...

King Edward I: Ah yes, haven't introduced myself. I'm King Edward I, No. 6024. Named after a king of England from June 1239 to July 1307.

Foxcote Manor: *pulls forward.* And I'm Foxcote Manor, I'm one of Odney's brothers.

Thomas: Alright, that's settled. Who else will be coming on our voyage to save the engines?

Voice: I will.

*Just then, another GWR engine pulls up besides Thomas. He's similar to a 4300 except he has the number 9351 on his sides.*

9351: Please to meet you, Stourport's the name. Britain's first ever GWR 9300 Tender Engine.

Thomas: You... you're perfect! Just the sort of engine we need for a navigator.

Stourport: Oh, you should know me, Thomas. I know all the tracks in Britain, even the ones that don't exist anymore.

Mila: Fascinating.

Odney Manor: I think it would better, if nearly ALL of us came?

Thomas: Are you sure?

*Just then, some more WSR engines pull up alongside Thomas and the others. Including Andrew Barclay 0-4-0ST No. 1219 'Caledonia Works', BR Class 47 No. 47 077 'North Star',

GWR 4900 Hall Class No. 4936 'Kinlet Hall', GWR 7800 Manor Class No. 7821 'Ditcheat Manor'. Two BR Class 35 Hymek Diesels No. D7017 'Beyer' and D7018 'Bristol' and

BR Class 09 No. D4107 'Hither Green'.*

Odney Manor: We've not left our little line for a while, Thomas. And we need a change, could we be of any assistance?

Mila: Now that you mention it, Odney Manor. There is one thing you engines can do...

*Scene changes to outside Watchet Station where Thomas and the WSR engines are waiting for Mila and Tam-Tam who are doing important business.*

King Edward I: What are we going to do about that ship?

Mila: The people who run the harbour at Watchet will restore it. In the meantime, we'll keep all of the ship's treasure safely stored in Clerestory and Quantock until we get the ship repaired.

*Mila walks over with the boxes of treasures on a trolley and stores them inside Clerestory, a GWR Sleeper Coach, and Quantock, a Hawksworth Inspection Saloon.*

Mila: Now... are you sure you girls can handle the weight?

Clerestory: Oh yes, darling. We will.

Quantock: Quite auspicious, cargo. If I say so myself.

Tam-Tam: Excellent. *climbs onto Thomas' footplate.* Come on, Thomas. We've got a queen to see.

Thomas: Yes, sir! Captain Thomas...

Mila: ...and first mate Mila...

Thomas and Mila: *both salute.* Reporting for duty!

*Thomas blows his whistle and the cavalcade sets off for Kittering Castle.*

Thomas: All aboard! Next stop, Kittering Castle, Redwick!

Thomas: *singing* Come on everybody, let's hit the rails

We know this mission's never gonna fail.

We're gonna all my engine friends

from the dreaded royal end.

We're going to locate their whereabouts

I hope their fires haven't been put out.

We can all either bounce or jump or flip

'cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Mila: *singing* Come on everybody, and ride those tracks

I know this mission's never gonna suck.

Those steamies are nowhere to be seen

But we all know where they've been

We're all going to work just like a team

Hoping this is never like a dream.

I hope we can all stay strong and hip

'cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

*The cavalcade cross over the junction at Norton Fitzwarren and on their way along the Bristol-Exeter Line.*

Thomas: *speaking* We'll find the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates, and get them home before they know it!

Mila: *speaking* Indeed we will, Thomas!

Odney Manor: *singing* Trust me if we know who's lost out there.

We can show that we can always care.

Foxcote Manor: *singing* Nothing ever stops us going on.

As we're only starting to have fun.

Stourport: *singing* We'll all work together at all ends

and try and find our really useful friends.

Tam-Tam: *singing* We better hope that we're not too late

'cos this railtrip's gonna be great!

King Edward I: *singing* Come on everybody, and run so fast.

We know our rescue's never gonna last.

Whoever really thought we'd work a ton?

'Cos we're on a supersonic run.

Ditcheat Manor: *singing* I don't understand why this long run

is going to considered so much fun.

Mila: *singing* But don't worry if we let one slip 'cos...

Cast: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Kinlet Hall: *singing* The southbound seas are not so good.

Our friends could be surviving without food.

Clerestory: *singing* They might not live long, they're frail and old.

Quantock: *singing* And the weather is really quite cold!

Beyer: *singing* It could be a nightmare, I'll tell you this.

Bristol: *singing* I wouldn't want to hear some possums hiss.

Caledonia Works: *singing* Then why don't you stop being such old drips?

Hither Green: *singing* 'Cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Thomas: *speaking* Come on, you guys! The quicker we do this, the sooner things will be back to normal.

Mila: *speaking* And that's a fact! Come on, Thomas!

*Thomas blows his whistle as the cavalcade races through Weston-Super-Mare.*

Cast: *singing* Come on everybody, let's hit the rails

We know this mission's never gonna fail.

We're gonna save all our engine friends

from the dreaded royal end.

We're going to locate their whereabouts

We hope their fires haven't been put out.

We can all either bounce or jump or flip

'cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Come on everybody, and ride those tracks

We know this mission's never gonna suck.

Those steamies are nowhere to be seen

But we all know where they've been

We're all going to work just like a team

Hoping this is never like a dream.

We hope we can all stay strong and hip

'cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Tam-Tam: *singing* Come on, all you engines! I'm counting on you!

We know some missions might even take two!

Mila: *singing* The Steam Team will be calling for heroic acts

And we'll all be switching on the right tracks.

Thomas: *singing* Those really useful engines, they can see

That their lives were never meant to be.

Clerestory and Quantock: *singing* Oh please! Shut up, Thomas and get a grip.

Tam-Tam: *singing* We're going to find the tearaway...

Thomas: *singing* We'll be going that-a-way...

Thomas and Mila: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Cast: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Thomas: *singing* Yes, we're on a crazy railway trip!

*The engines all blow their whistles and honk their horns whilst they make their way to find the Steam Team. Scene cuts to Mila and Steamchaser inside Clerestory, discussing

important matters.*

Mila: So... let me get this straight. How's this even going to be possible?

Tam-Tam: It's a little complicated, Perhaps the explanation ought to be saved for another time.

Mila: Hey, are you saying I'm too stupid to understand?

Tam-Tam: Well, I might be saying you're tired and so am I. But the answers will still be here in the morning.

Mila: I understand. If I'm going to sleep here, can you answer this one question?

Tam-Tam: Sure. There, you see. I've already done it.

Mila: That wasn't the question, I was really meant to ask Thomas this question.

Tam-Tam: Does Thomas need to be going anywhere in particular?

Mila: Then why did he insist we come to the West Somerset line?

Tam-Tam: What if he's a engine who enjoys a nice view? Now... we must get some rest.

*End of Scene 3*

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Scene 4:

*Scene changes to back on the Island of Sodor where Diesel is at Crovan's Gate with Annie and Clarabel, exhausted from doing all of Thomas' work as well as his own.*

Narrator: Back on the Island of Sodor, things still weren't going well without the Steam Team.

Diesel: *pants* This... is... exhausting... I miss the blue puffball, I miss the unrevolutionary, I miss everyone.

Joey: So do I, Diesel. But there's nothing we can do about it.

*Just then, The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) walks onto the platform.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Quite right indeed, Joey. Without the Steam Team, I've been having to work in overdrive to get their trains up and running.

Joey: You know, guys. I'm sick to death of doing all this extra work. I miss the engines really badly, I think it's high time we formed a search party.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Hmmmmm... But what about the passengers?

Diesel: Couldn't a bus service take over? I mean other buses, not just Bertie, Bulgy and Algy.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Seems like a fair idea, Diesel.

*Just then, The Thin Controller (Mr. Percival) walks onto the platform.*

The Thin Controller (Mr. Percival): Good morning, you lot. Still peeved about the loss of the Steam Team?

Joey: As a matter of fact, Mr. Percival, sir. Yes!

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): And as a result, Diesel and Joey are going to be forming a search party on the mainland.

*Diesel and Joey look at each other in angst.*

Joey: Us... sir? On the mainland?

Diesel: I don't know, sir. It's been an AWFUL long time since I've been on the mainland.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Yes, I know that. But you're not going alone, I'm coming too.

*Just then, Amy and the Female Furries walk onto the platform.*

Amy: And so are we!

Joey: Hey, girls. What're you doing here?

Amy: We were on this train for ages, we were waiting to go to Crovan's Gate.

Sandy: It's been so boring, not having the engines to torment on a daily basis.

Fifi: I really miss monsieur James.

Fidget: And we're all going to help find them too!

Lilac: We do come from different universes and we must stick together.

Darlene: Even if we make out alive or not.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Excellent. I knew I could count on you girls.

*Just then, Neville pulls into the station.*

Neville: What about me, sir? Can I come too?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): I don't know...

Joey: I wouldn't mind, sir. Neville hardly hasn't had any work to do. I think he'll work perfectly with us.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Very well, then. Neville. You can come!

Neville: Thank you, sir!

*Just then, the Skarloey Railway engines all pull into the station.*

Skarloey: Are you sure you want to go? We want to come to...

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): I'm sorry, Skarloey. You and the others are much too small in gauge to help with this big mission.

The Thin Controller (Mr. Percival): Alright now, Topham. If my engines want to join, they can. Considering the Skarloey line is need of a HUGE major repair and there might

not be enough work for the engines whilst the repairs are being carried out.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): But how? They are narrow gauge and they possibly can't fit.

Joey: What about the special haulage wagons you've specially built for the engines? They haven't even gotten to use those yet.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Hmmmm... I guess that could work, I mainly just planned on using them if one of the smaller engines on the NWR breaks down and I haven't

any spare engines.

Joey: *turns to the Skarloey engines.* Well, guys. What'd you say?

*The Skarloey engines all whistle and honk in delight.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Very well then, it's settled. Tomorrow, we all go the mainland and find the Steam Team!

*Everyone cheers know that their plan will work.*

Narrator: So it was sorted. Tomorrow, me and the citizens of Sodor will travel through England to find the Steam Team...

*Scene changes to the Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam and the WSR engines, getting ready for the day after spending a night at Bristol Bath Road depot.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, in the heart of Bristol, Thomas, Mila and their crew were resting before setting out for their long voyage.

*Mila and Tam-Tam are cleaning Thomas, ready for his next trip out.*

Mila: I see you're ready and willing to go, Thomas.

Thomas: You bet I am, Mila.

*Just then, an unfamiliar whistle is heard, and in steams an LMS Black 5 with the number 45379.*

45379: 'Ello, 'ello. What's going on here?

Thomas: Oh... sorry, sir. Me and my crew were just leaving.

45379: Crew? You mean those GWR engines over 'ere? I don't mean to brag but... they probably need some help.

*Odney Manor pulls up besides Thomas.*

Odney Manor: And what business is that of yours? Do we know you?

45379: Erm... not really. I've just got back from a gala at the Avon Valley Railway. I come all the way from Ropley in Hampshire.

Thomas: Ropley? Oh, you're from the Mid-Hants Railway, right?

45379: Yep, that's where I'm from. I assume you're a replica of Thomas the Tank Engine, right?

Mila: Actually, sir. He IS Thomas the Tank Engine.

Thomas: Yep, the real deal. Direct from the Island of Sodor.

45379: Really? If you're the real Thomas, prove it. Whistle for me.

Thomas: How's this? *whistles*

45379: Oh my God... you really ARE the real Thomas. No-one could EVER mistake that famous whistle sound.

Mila: Okay, I've got to be firm, Thomas. How come he thinks you're a replica?

Thomas: Because I know the Mid-Hants line well, they have a replica of me for those Day out with Thomas events they host every year.

Mila: Day out with Thomas? What's that?

Thomas: I'll explain later. *turns to 45379.* So... Mr. 45379, is it?

45379: That's my BR number, call me Rugby. It was where I was first allocated. Anyway, enough introductions, why are you really here, Thomas?

Thomas: My friends got arrested by a queen, and she wants to hang them!

Rugby: Hang them? Is she nuts? That's illegal!

Mila: It is?

Rugby: Yes, 21st century. The only death sentance worse than hanging is a lifetime sentance in a jail cell nowadays.

Thomas: I guessed that.

Rugby: But you can't be going around on a rail network on your own, Thomas. Neither can your newly found crew. You need some help. Tell me, where did you find these engines?

Odney Manor: Well, Rugby. We're the locomotives of the West Somerset Railway at Minehead, Somerset.

Rugby: Ah, another preservation line, I see? I never thought I'd say this but... I should come too.

Thomas: Are you sure? What about the engines at Ropley?

Rugby: *scoffs* They'll be fine without me. So, are your usual friends all tank engines?

Thomas: Not all of them are. Some of them are actually tender engines like you. My friend Henry is even the same engine of your class.

Rugby: Your friend? A Black 5? Like me?

Thomas: Well, he's not entirely a Black 5. He IS a Stanier Class 5 but he's not painted black, he's painted green, with the number 3. Which he calls himself a "Green Five".

Rugby: Oh, that guy. Okay, I understand. Then I definitely should come, it would be nice to rescue a fellow Class 5 engine too.

Thomas: I'm not sure...

*Tam-Tam walks over.*

Tam-Tam: If I may intervene, Thomas. You are the captain of this "crew". Your friend is clearly a Class 5 or whatever you call him, and it wouldn't be fair if Rugby can't come too.

Thomas: Well, now that you mentioned it... we do need some allies to help stop that corrupt queen and save mother England. What do you think, Mila?

Mila: Well, I think Henry would be thrilled to see an engine of his kind.

Thomas: Alright then. Rugby, welcome aboard.

*Thomas shakes Rugby's hand.*

Rugby: Thank you, Thomas. Mr. Stanier himself would be pleased.

Thomas: Glad to hear it.

Rugby: So... what's your crew called?

Thomas: Oh... good question... I don't know.

Mila: We're called "The Pirate Engines".

Rugby: Pirate Engines? But... shouldn't you be out at sea, finding treasure? Isn't that what pirates do?

Thomas: Well, Mila's own crew aren't really pirates. They're really treasure hunters, and they're currently searching for some magic coins.

Rugby: Magic coins?

Mila: Yes, sacred coins. My crew, the Dread Pirates, are planning to gather up all these coins to change the world.

Rugby: I see. Well, I understand what you mean by "save mother England".

*Just then, Stourport pulls up.*

Stourport: Thomas? I've just alerted the signalman we're on a quest, all traffic has been halted, signals are set at danger and both lines are clear for 50 miles.

Thomas: Thank you, Stourport. Alright crew, all wheels on deck!

*The WSR engines gather up at the exit to the depot.*

Thomas: Right then! *blows whistles and leads the way.* Onward, noble pirate engines!

Engines: Ay-ay, captain Thomas!

*The cavalcade departs from Bristol Bath Road depot and make their way up the line. People wave as they pass by. Meanwhile, Mila and Tam-Tam are on Skype, talking to Stourport,

Odney Manor, King Edward I and Rugby.*

King Edward I: How are you this morning, Mila. You don't look particularly well rested, do you?

Mila: *sips coffee and sighs* Just having a bad dream, King Edward I. But that doesn't matter. Tam-Tam said there might be a way to save our crews.

Rugby: Well, spill it then.

Tam-Tam: Well, how determined you all are. It's no wonder you managed to get close than anyone else.

Odney Manor: Closer than anyone else... to what?

Tam-Tam: To getting all of the coins.

Mila: All of the coins are probably with the queen by now. What good will they do?

Stourport: Well, not much... not even now, but at any rate.

Mila: But anyway, how can we save my crew and Thomas' friends?

Tam-Tam: Ah, yes. I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

*The engines all groan in despair.*

King Edward I: Well, you're going to have to.

Tam-Tam: Do I really have to do anything, does anyone?

Mila: Well you BETTER tell us, or I'm going to open Clerestory's emergancy hatch and THROW you out of it.

Thomas: *whistles* No-one's throwing anyone out. We're not going to get through to this if we all start squabbling.

Tam-Tam: *peers out from Clerestory's window.* And then what? How would you stop?

Thomas: Oh, I'm sure I'll figure THAT out.

Tam-Tam: I'm sure you will. But how will killing me bring you the information in my head?

Thomas: Well, why'd you join me and Mila? Just to toy with us the same way Rourkie did?

Tam-Tam: Well, on the contrary. I admire you a great deal.

Thomas: Then so help us!

Tam-Tam: I'd only be too happy to, Thomas. It's just that... I have a code of ethics that I must follow. It prohibits me from disclosing that information to you directly.

Believe me, it's fairer that way.

Mila: Well, our code of ethics says I shouldn't have to put up with other people's bulls**t.

Thomas: Exactly, especially when us steam engines are bigger AND stronger than they are.

Tam-Tam: I'm sure that's served well, hasn't it?

*The engines just look in confusion.*

Tam-Tam: Well, I presume you'll be happy to know that I'll help with ANY question you'd like about those coins. Maybe... just maybe... you'll find the answers you're

looking for.

Thomas: Eh, we'll pass. We've got to continue looking towards the tracks...

*Suddenly, a passing BR Class 802 races pass the engines.*

Class 802: Watch where you going!!!

Thomas: See what I mean?

Mila: Yes, we can see that.

*Scene changes with Thomas and the Dread Pirates arriving at the crossroads, just outside of Bristol Temple Meads station.*

Odney Manor: So... where do you think we're going now?

Thomas: Well, Kittering Castle is in Redwick and that's just near... *checks Google Maps.* Oh... shoot!

Mila: What's wrong, Thomas?

Thomas: I forgot! Redwick's RIGHT across the border! We'll NEVER make it over there in time. *turns to Rugby.* Rugby, since you've come from Hampshire, Which track did you

take when you went to the Avon Valley line?

Rugby: Ah... well... I took the Great Western route.

Thomas: Oh, that figures.

Stourport: I've got a perfect route we can take. Follow me!

Thomas: Alright, Stourport. Lead the way!

*Stourport eventually takes the lead and the others follow.*

Stourport: I know the proper GWR routes from the back of my buffers. This line leads up to the Severn Tunnel, it goes right under the channel.

Mila: Are you sure that's safe?

Stourport: Don't worry, Mila. I know all the tracks!

Mila: Okay, Stourport. If you insist...

*The Pirate Engines race through the Bristol countryside. It isn't long before they arrive at the mouth of Severn Tunnel.*

Stourport: Here we are, Severn Tunnel. That's where we need to go.

Thomas: Are you sure? It looks dark... and musty... and very windy. What if our wheels don't run properly?

Mila: Don't be scared, Thomas. As long as we're altogether, we shall be fine.

Thomas: You're right, Mila. Thanks, Stourport. I'll take it from here.

*Thomas eventually gets back into the lead, he enters the dark tunnel and the other engines follow. It isn't long before they find themselves racing through the tunnel. Thomas blows his whistle and the sound

echos through the bore. The echo comes out from the other side of the tunnel. Meanwhile, two engines, a BR Class 150 Sprinter and a BR Class 144 Pacer, are approaching the station when they overhear the sound.

Sprinter: 'ey Bob. D' you 'ear that?

Pacer: Probably just the wind, love.

Sprinter: No. it's comin' from the tunnel.

*Just then, Thomas and the Pirate Engines emerge from Severn Tunnel.*

Thomas: HERE COMES THOMAS!

*The Sprinter and Pacer yelp in surprise.*

Thomas: *calls out to the engines.* Hey, guys! Do you know which is the way to Redwick?

Sprinter: Yeah! Just take the track near Undy an' you'll be on your way.

Thomas: Thank you!

*Thomas and the Pirate Engines race ahead of the Pacer and Sprinter.*

Pacer: I wonder where he's going, Pete?

Sprinter: Beats me...

*Thomas and the Pirate Engines race along the line down to Redwick. In the distance, they can see Kittering Castle loom ahead.*

Thomas: There it is, guys!

Mila: *peers out from Clerestory.* We've made it! Well done, Thomas! I knew we'd find it sooner or later!

*The Pirate Engines charge along the line as fast as their wheels would carry them. Meanwhile, Priscilla is outside, talking to Breena.*

Priscilla: Oh, I can't believe the little tank engine is going to miss all the fun.

Breena: Yes, I established that. He'll miss it alright, and so are the ones coming up behind you.

Priscilla: What ones?

Breena: Behind you... *points*

*Priscilla turns around and gasps, for she sees Thomas and the Pirate Engines racing towards them.*

Thomas: Alright, Rugby. It's your turn now!

*Rugby overtakes Thomas, he puts on a helmet and some boxing gloves.*

Rugby: Feel the awesome wrath of the STANIER BLACK FIVE!!!

Priscilla: Oh, my holy... LOOK OUT!

*Priscilla and Breena jump out of the way as Rugby crashes through the castle walls. The Pirate Engines race through the hole in the wall.*

Thomas: Now to find the Steam Team!

*The Steam Team turn a corner of the alleyway. Mila leaps out from Clerestory and onto Thomas' tanks.*

Thomas: Hold tight, Mila. We're going for the most wildest, swash-buckling train ride the world has ever seen!

Mila: You got it, Thomas!

*As the engines race through the castle. Priscilla and Breena look through the hole in the wall.*

Priscilla: Sweet land of... WE MUST ALERT THE OTHERS!

*Priscilla and Breena immediately race off to find their OWN friends. It isn't long before they find Jackie, on her way to see the Queen.*

Jackie: 'Ello, you two. What's wrong?

Breena: Intruders! In the castle!

Jackie: What? That shouldn't be a problem with the hanging we have today.

Priscilla: No, they're not normal intruders.

Jackie: Excuse me?

*Suddenly, Thomas' whistle sounds and he and the Pirate Engines race into view. Jackie gasps in horror, she blows her whistle and raises her hand.*

Jackie: STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!

Priscilla: Jackie, NO!

*But whatever Jackie says is no use. Priscilla grabs her by the tail and whisks her out of the engines' way in time.*

Breena: Are you nuts? You can't stop manic locomotives!

Jackie: You're right, we must alert the people in the main courtyard. These engines could ruin the hanging event.

*Breena, Priscilla and Jackie race off to alarm the queen. Meanwhile, Thomas and the Pirate Engines are racing through the market towns of Kittering Castle.*

Thomas: Coming through! Coming through! I SAID I'M COMING THROUGH!

*People scream and jump out of the way in time, others get crushed under the wheels of raiding engines.*

Odney Manor: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Rugby: GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Foxcote Manor: Sorry, sorry!

*The engines charge through several buildings, such as a tailor's shop, a butcher's shop, a sweet shop, and a perfume department.*

Thomas: Who'd need that stuff? *throws the debris off him.*

*Meanwhile, security guards are attempt to attack Mila, but she kicks and fights them off of Thomas. The other engines attack the guards too and take their weapons. Just then, Priscilla, Breena and

Jackie jump onto Thomas' tanks to fight Mila.*

Priscilla: Now we do regret not getting to hang you. This ends now, spice merchant!

Mila: *gasps* Duck!

Breena: Nice try! We're not falling for that-

*But Mila is right, for Thomas is heading towards a low bridge. Mila ducks but Priscilla, Breena and Jackie get knocked off by the bridge.*

Mila: *calls out to the three girls.* Like I said, DUCK!

*Thomas and the Pirate Engines storm into the courtyard, an imperial guard has seen everything and calls to the other guards, staff and residents.*

Imperial Guard: Don't just stand there, STOP THEM!

*Many imperial guards knock down several crates and boxes to block the tracks. Thomas notices this and blows his whistle.*

Thomas: Look out, maties! The tracks are blocked! *stretches his axles to avoid running into the debris.*

*The Pirate Engines stretch their axles to avoid bumping into the crates and boxes.*

Foxcote Manor: Thomas! Watch out!

*Thomas looks up to notice some molten steel is about to be poured right on top of him and the others. But in the nick of time, the Pirate Engines steer onto

another track to avoid being melted down.*

Thomas: That was close!

*Just then, some imperial guards start charging down the track to block Thomas' path.*

Mila: We're done for!

Stourport: *races past Thomas and Mila.* Not on my watch!

*Stourport gradually picks up speed and charges into the imperial guards.*

Stourport: Take that, ya lousy armoured a*****es!

*Just then, Thomas notices the Pirate Engines all on a different track. He whistles to grab their attention.*

Thomas: Great job, guys! The main keep is just up ahead! Keep going and make sure no engine gets hurt.

Odney Manor: You got it, Thomas!

*The Pirate Engines rejoin Thomas on the main track. It isn't long before the engines are storming into the main keep. Meanwhile, Queen Nakhta is talking to Jackie, Priscilla and Breena.*

Jackie: And that's how it's been, your majesty! These engines are unstoppable. I've tackled bad crews like that before but never a bunch of engines.

Queen Nakhta: Oh, that's not a problem, dear. All that matters is that everything is nearly ready. One has made sure her sister Bilba gets there.

Jackie: But, your majesty, I have to assure you. Bilba has a few supporters in positions of power. Her threat doesn't justify a gamble like this.

Queen Nakhta: You don't know her like one does. If she doesn't appear threatening, that's merely because she believes she can decieve people like you into underestimating her. The crown

will transform whoever wears it into one's younger sister. Without a claim to the throne, she'll be totally without power.

Jackie: I'm still not sure why you think that, your majesty. After all, you are the younger sister and yet you still managed to...

Queen Nakhta: Oh, hush. Your lack of vision is exhausting for one. Just... make sure she's there at the hanging.

Jackie: As you wish, your majesty. I'll notify her, then I'll go below and get 'em.

*End of Scene 4*

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Scene 5:

*Scene changes to beneath the castle. The Pirate Engines are digging deep in the dungeons to find the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates.*

Mila: *whispers* Below the castle, that must be the dungeon where they are holding the engines. I'll find them and see if there's a way to help them escape.

Rugby: *whispers* Meanwhile, some of us we'll be swiping that enchanted crown that the queen was talking about.

Mila: *whispers* Rugby? Why would you want to do that?

Beyer: *whispers* Hey! Don't look at us! It was Tam-Tam's idea.

Tam-Tam: *whispers* Isn't it obvious, darlings? If she wants to use it while her sister is distracted by the hanging. Then they probably won't start the hanging if the crown is missing.

Mila: *whispers* Wow... I... hadn't thought of that.

Thomas: *whispers* Of course, it might buy some time! But who's going?

Rugby: *whispers* I'll be the one taking the crown-stealing leadership. Beyer, Bristol, Hither Green, Ditcheat Manor and Caledonia Works can come with me!

Bristol: *whispers* I don't know how THIS is going to work.

Ditcheat Manor: *whispers* Me neither.

Hither Green: *whispers* It's definitely worth a try. Come on, let's go!

*Rugby and Tam-Tam quietly leave with Beyer, Bristol, Hither Green, Ditcheat Manor and Caledonia Works following behind.*

Mila: *whispers* Good luck!

*Thomas and the remaining Pirate Engines sneak quietly over to the jail cell.*

Thomas: Don't worry, guys. Help is on the way!

*The camera pans out to reveal the three pirates that Thomas and Mila were going to rescue are not the Dread Pirates, but Rourkie and his crew!*

Rourkie: Hello Steamboy and Kitty!

Thomas and Mila: ROURKIE?!

Thomas: I don't believe it, YOU were the three pirates Jackie captured?

Mary: Yeah? What's it to you, buddy?

Thomas: What's the matter? Almost forgot the woman and locomotive you kidnapped?

Brock: The two we kidnapped... uh... you're going to have to give us more than that. We kidnapped a lot of people, ya know.

Rourkie: Don't you see, Brock? That's Thomas and Mila! You know, Kitty and Steamboy!

Brock: Oh... those guys.

Rourkie: I'm surprised they didn't have a mishap with the coins. Look at his almost visible 5 o'clock shadow. That's Steamboy, I'm sure of it.

Thomas: That was never my name. My name was going to be called "Twinkles" because I was almost turned into an NFT, or more commonly known as "a monkey".

Rourkie: What the hell do you mean?

Thomas: Doesn't count for the likes of you, buddo.

Rourkie: Well, I guess it's not really fitting anymore. Maybe Chimpy is more appropriate?

Thomas: *chuckles* No.

Mary: Well, why'd you come here? To gloat? Watch us die?

Thomas: Well, I WAS going to rescue you after I thought you were the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team. But I think I have second thoughts about this. Me and Mila don't need your crew, we HAVE our own crew!

Rourkie: Wait... How did you even get your own crew?

Thomas: Oh, they just came my way! Rourkie, meet the Pirate Engines.

*Odney Manor, Stourport, King Edward I, Kinlet Hall and Foxcote Manor, including Clerestory and Quantock, pull up behind Thomas.*

Odney Manor: So, is THIS your captain?

Thomas: Ummmm... no, he's a rival of the Dread Pirates. I was going to leave him.

Rourkie: Yeah, an easy mistake to make.

Stourport: Well, he's not wrong. These pirates aren't anything like the ones we thought we would rescue.

Rourkie: Darious and I both sought the same treasure. And we both sailed the same ship. Both Kitty and Morgana were members of both crews.

Mila: "Both crews" my ass. It was against our wills.

Rourkie: Oh well, if you say so, Kitty.

Mila: You never broke my spirit, Rourkie.

Rourkie: Maybe not, but I will break your neck.

Thomas: Try it, and we'll break your spine.

Mila: Wait, what?

King Edward I: I hate to rudely disrupt your squabble, you lot. But is that really neccessary?

Rourkie: I'll make sure of that. GUARDS! GUARDS!

*Just then, a royal guard (who's a fox) turns up.*

Guard: *sighs* What is it, Rourkie?

Rourkie: That woman and that steam engine there, outside the cell, they're both of my crewmates. It only seems fair that they die with the rest of us!

Thomas: That's not true, he kidnapped us!

*Just then, Jackie turns up.*

Jackie: What's with all this commotion? Gabe, explain this.

Guard: Well... er...

Rourkie: Well, that woman and that engine. They're pirates, served on my crew. I think we all ought to die together, don't you?

*Jackie turns to look at Thomas.*

Thomas: Errr... is there something on my face?

Jackie: Wait a minute... I've seen you before, earlier today. You and your so-called crew very rudely raided the castle, I had to tell the queen about it too and you were eavesdropping on me last night,

in the tavern, at Watchet!

Thomas: Look, Jackie. There's been some misunderstanding. I'm not actually a pirate. I don't even look like a pirate. I only became one because the Dread Pirates rescued me, I never wanted to be a pirate.

All I wanted to do was go to Dartmouth!

Odney Manor: Wait... are you saying you dragged us all the way out here only for you to spill the beans saying you're not a pirate?

Thomas: Well, I'm not exactly 100% pirate and neither's Mila. I'm supposed to be a treasure hunter!

Jackie: Okay, I've heard enough! No doubt planning some nefarious scheme! Not to mention that tricorn on your smokebox is definitely a huge giveaway. Gabe, put these two in the cell! Then we'll execute them with

the rest of the scum when I give the order.

Guard: On it!

Thomas: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MAN! You can't do this! I was kidnapped by this man! I'm not...

Guard: Move inside or I'll slice you in half right now.

Odney Manor: Hold it, right there. If you're going to arrest Thomas. You're going to have go through me!

King Edward I: And me!

Stourport: And me!

Jackie: You know, that's a good idea. Gabe, you got your spear?

Guard: Got it!

*The guard pokes the spear into Odney Manor's tender.*

Odney Manor: OW! Okay, okay! I'm moving, gee whizz!

*Stourport, Kinlet Hall, King Edward I and Foxcote Manor accept defeat and steam into the cell. Thomas and Mila are pouting over the fact that they're still stuck with Rourkie.*

Rourkie: Welcome home, Steamboy.

Thomas: Oh, shut up...

*Jackie and the guard walk off. But just then, as soon as Thomas thinks all hope is lost, he hears Rugby's whistle and the former steams in with the remaining pirate engines.

Thomas: *gasps* Rugby? Is that you?

*Rugby looks around, startled by the noise.*

Thomas: Pssst... Rugby! Over here!

*Rugby notices Thomas and the other Pirate Engines in the cel.*

Rugby: Thomas?! How did you end up in there?

*Tam-Tam climbs down from Rugby's footplate and walks over to the cel.*

Tam-Tam: So these are the prisoners? My, my, Thomas and Mila! I never expected you to reconcile with them so quickly.

Thomas: They're not my crew! Jackie thinks us Pirate Engines are one of them! She's going to hang me alongside them!

Odney Manor: Oh, dear God... Why didn't we think this through? Doesn't the queen even know hanging is illegal now?

Brock: Hey! You look familiar...

Rourkie: Don't you ever pay attention, Brock? That's the b***h who stole our ship!

Brock: Wait... what?

Tam-Tam: I'm also going to be the b***h that saves your life. We've got the crown, darlings.

King Edward I: Wait... the crown?

Tam-Tam: Of course, Rugby?

*Rugby digs into his cab and pulls out Queen Nakhta's crown.*

Rugby: According to Tam-Tam, it's enchanted! The queen said whoever wears it will turn into her younger sister. She was planning on using it during the hanging. If she doesn't have it, she'll

have to delay things.

Mary: Wow... If you're thinking about an escape attempt, This place is locked down tight to the ends of earth. There's more than a hundred guards at the entrance.

Stourport: Oh, don't worry about it, love. Us Pirate Engines took great care of them. Rammed them all over like skittles.

Mary: That may be so helpful, but no delay will matter.

Brock: Then what? What if we put it on?

Mary: Put on what?

Brock: The crown? Then we'd become...

Mila: Royalty! Then we could call off the execution.

Tam-Tam: Well, who's the lucky one that's going to wear it?

Brock: It should be you, Mary! Weren't you already a princess?

Mary: Yeah, and I'd rather face the gallows and storms than that life again. Why not you, Brock? I'm sure if you were royalty, you'd get people to pose

nude for you whenever you wanted.

Brock: I'd like to, but what if I lose my artist's touch? Besides, I don't really want to be a princess. I like being myself.

Rourkie: I should've known none of you were brave enough, You're all worthless. I should wear it...

Thomas: No, Rourkie. You had your fame and fortune. You rubbed it in our faces for like... I don't know, the umpteenth time. It's high time one of the Pirate Engines

took control. And I know who... King Edward I?

King Edward I: Yes?

Thomas: It's your turn to shine.

*Tam-Tam gives Thomas the crown which he hands to King Edward I.*

Thomas: You are a king, and a king needs this.

Brock: Hey! You doing the selfless thing? That's a bit.. I don't know... out of character?

King Edward I: Don't worry, beefcake. Who says I'm being selfless? After I let myself out of here, I'll be happy to spare these engines and watch Rourkie suffer.

Rourkie: Errr... what?

*King Edward I puts the crown on his funnel. In an instant, yellow lights glow all around him. He looks at his hand in astonishment.*

King Edward I: Oh, my...

Rugby: I don't believe it, King Edward I... he's the chosen one.

*Rourkie stares at him in astonishment, but snaps back to normal once Mary intervenes.*

Mary: Rourkie?

Rourkie: Sorry, what just happened?

King Edward I: Hello... do I know you?

Rourkie: Oh, very funny. You know I'm the pirate that kidnapped Kitty and Steamboy, right?

King Edward I: What's very funny? I don't get it... Could you explain to me, would you?

Thomas: I think he's suffering from amnesia...

Mary: I can't believe it, he's obviously lost his memory.

Mila: Oh dear... I don't think the West Somerset controllers would be happy about that.

King Edward I: What do you mean, Mila?

Mila: Oh, wait... He still knows us. Thank God.

King Edward I: Of course I know you Pirate Engines. I think this crown has given me a better vision. I can see everything... even the future!

Rourkie: Look, Kingy. I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

King Edward I: Beg pardon? Aren't you... pirates? Due to be executed?

Brock: Uhhh... yeah?

Thomas: King Edward I, don't you understand? You're a pirate too!

King Edward I: But how can I be a pirate? This isn't my crew.

Rourkie: We can see that, kingy.

Mila: Haven't you forgotten, King Edward I? This "crown" you're wearing is an enchanted crown. It seems to have re-written your identity. You were a Pirate Engine, but now

you're a literal king.

King Edward I: Correction, Mila. I'm a King CLASS. But anyway, that does sound delightful. Almost feels like the fanciful tale from my point of view. It's a shame you're not authors, rather than pirates.

Mary: Alright, big guy! Let's just cut to the chase. This isn't a cute story. This is a matter of life and death! In just a few minutes, us, the only pirates seen here, are going to be hanged right in front of you! Including YOUR friends too!

King Edward I: My friends? MY engine friends, plus Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam and Rugby? HANGED?! Oh, dear me! I can't believe how you must all be seeing me. A forgetful friend and a dreary disgrace. I'm a huge shame to this county. It's so dreadful.

I... *gulps* I just wanna cry. *sniffs*

Mary: You actually feel guilty? Now there's a first.

Thomas: Hey! Shut up, Mary. You literally made a king cry. That is so low for you. One of the biggest Ls I've ever witnessed in my life.

Mary: *scoffs* Not my problem.

Odney Manor: Couldn't you just... convince your "sister" to call off the hanging?

King Edward I: Of course... That's what we must do.

Mila: We need to think a lot higher of if you can save our necks, King Edward I.

King Edward I: Indeed. *turns to Tam-Tam and Rugby.* Tam-Tam! Rugby? Please go find Queen Nakhta for me.

Rugby: I think you've got the wrong guy. I don't exactly work here, I only work on a heritage line in Hampshire.

King Edward I: Well then. I must have a tip for you. I think the captain's got a gold coin or two in his pocket...

Rourkie: Wait... what?

Tam-Tam: A coin, huh? Why didn't you say so earlier?

King Edward I: Very well. *turns to Brock.* You there. Could you shake your captain and see if he has any loose coins?

Brock: Errr... sure, I guess?

Rourkie: Wait... Brock, I...

*Brock lifts Rourkie by his legs and shakes him loose. All of Rourkie's personal items fall from his pockets, including a gold coin. King Edward I quickly nicks the coin and gives it to Rugby.*

King Edward I: You know what to do.

Rugby: Of course, your majesty. Come on, Tam-Tam. We've got business to attend.

*Tam-Tam climbs into Rugby's cab. Rugby blows his whistle and hurries out to find the queen. Leaving the others alone.*

Brock: What a kind generous sort of engine, for a king.

Rourkie: Really? Why wouldn't he be generous?

King Edward I: Well, surely. I couldn't be a Robin Hood of the seas, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor as it were.

Thomas: Well, that's exactly what it was like.

Mary: *sniggers* Thomas, don't make me chuckle! We ARE hunting the magic coins.

King Edward I: You mean the ones the queen is after?

Thomas: Yes. THOSE ones.

King Edward I: Very well then. It's lucky Tam-Tam managed to get the key. *holds up the key to the cell and puts it in the lock.* We've got royal, diplomatic matters on our hands.

*King Edward I unlocks the cell door, Thomas, Mila and the Pirate Engines steam out. Rourkie, Mary and Brock follow.*

Rourkie: *groans* Finally, now I can...

*But suddenly, King Edward I shuts the cel door and Rourkie, Brock and Mary are left inside.*

King Edward I: Sorry, I do not know who you guys are. All I know is that you're pirates. You should stay in here.

Rourkie: *sighs* As if this day couldn't get any worse.

*King Edward I leads the crew of Pirate Engines out of the dungeons. Rourkie, Mary and Brock watch in despair.*

Brock: Well... now what?

*Scene changes to the courtroom of Kittering Castle, where Thomas, Mila, King Edward I and the Pirate Engines are talking to Queen Nakhta, Jackie, Priscilla and Breena.*

Queen Nakhta: I don't believe it. So you're saying that one's own mislaid plans... lead to our family gaining an extra member who's a giant steam-driven locomotive?

King Edward I: That's right, your highness. Tragedy became farce and... I just forgot all about the fate of my dear West Somerset friends.

Queen Nakhta: You, having friends? *smirks* One must apologise, that's just a bridge too far.

King Edward I: Oh puh-lease! They are my friends, all rescued from the wrath of the cutter's torch, selected for preservation. Why would they lie to me? I've lived on the West Somerset Railway for over 10 years!

The engines there have helped me to serve my working life well.

Jackie: They want to enlist your help in avoiding the hangman's noose! Isn't that obvious?

King Edward I: Well... *clears throat* Now that you bring that up. I wanted to ask... Do you think you'd have it in you to... you know... pardon them? *sheepishly grins*

Queen Nakhta: *unamused* You... want one... to pardon pirates?

King Edward I: Good guess, but actually no. I just want you to pardon the West Somerset Railway engines. *gets down his frames and begs* Please! PLEASE! I'll do anything you ask of me...

Queen Nakhta: There's nothing you could give one that they'd value. And even if there was, groveling at your own wheels is unbefitting of your lineage.

You know, King Edward I. There have been many a time when one has wished you weren't really part of our bloodline. If only your little story was true, One would only be too happy to let you sail the merry seas

with your so-called "ship of thieves".

Thomas: We're not thieves, your majesty. Me and Mila are treasure hunters looking for the wizard's coins.

Queen Nakhta: Did you just say "The Wizard's Coins"? Hmmm... alright, young tank engine. One is warming up to the idea a little more. One does need more sailors to help me find them.

Jackie: Your majesty, why should we trust these pirates, and worst case scenario, these engines? For that matter, if we do believe their story, then how can we trust the king?

Thomas: Well, why couldn't you come with us, Jackie? You can be in command, and us engines will keep that excuse of an idiot Rourkie under control.

Jackie: Serve with a bunch of filthy pirates and very old steam-powered machines? I most certainly will not!

Queen Nakhta: Well, what's the alternative? Sit around here while Bilba's minions get the rest of those coins? We've got no choice.

Jackie: But... your highness...

Queen Nakhta: One has made a decision, Jackie. Go to Redwick Docks and get moving, or it's off with your head! *slaps Jackie on the head.*

Jackie: *sighs* Yes, your majesty.

Thomas: Your majesty, Don't worry about Rourkie and his crew going bonkers. With me as the captain and Mila as my first mate, we'll sacrifice our lives for those coins, no matter what!

Queen Nakhta: Thank you, Thomas T. Tank Engine. And one bids you good luck.

*Thomas and the Pirate Engines leave the courtroom and make their way back to Watchet where the ship is still there. The boat repairmen are busy putting the last finishing touches on the ship. Thomas and the Pirate Engines turn up.*

Boat Repairman: Here you are, Mila. Clean as a whistle. I expect your captain is desperate to reclaim his lost galleon.

Mila: Thanks. Now we've got work to do.

*The Pirate Engines all board the ship once more. Mila climbs down from Thomas' footplate and opens Clerestory's door. Tam-Tam and Jackie clamber out with Rourkie, Mary and Brock in handcuffs.*

Thomas: Okay, Jackie. Explain your purpose.

Jackie: Thanks, Thomas. Now listen up, you maggots. I'm loyal to the crown and not to you. If you got so much as put a single toenail out of line. I'll have you chained to the stern. Got that?

Tam-Tam: Darling, you really ought to lighten up...

Stourport: Oh, shut up, she's serious. *turns to Jackie.* Look, ma'am. You might not like these pirates or engines, but there's no need for such rough language.

Brock: Yeah, why do you hate pirates so much? Was your favourite grandfather robbed by one or something?

Jackie: Do I have to have a sob story, a personal connection for you to understand my antipathy for your "kind"?

Tam-Tam: That's a non-denial denial if I ever heard one.

Jackie: Why do I need a reason? Why can't I just hate you because you're a bunch of murderous thieves?

Kinlet Hall: Or the fact you just hate steam engines because you're more a diesel person. *turns to North Star, Hither Green, Beyer and Bristol in a nervous way.* No offence, guys!

Thomas: Well... I MIGHT'VE been a thief, but definitely not a killer. No, sir.

Rourkie: Yeah... about that, Thomas...

Jackie: Oh, enough! Please, let's just set sail.

Mila: Yeah, but there's just one problem... where ARE we going?

King Edward I: What about that place where the Queen got her magic crown? I mean, the queen's crown has a bill of sale from that place.

Jackie: Good idea, King Edward I. Let's set sail. Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam? Once you've rigged those sails, see me in the captain's quarter, will you please?

Thomas: Ummm... sure. I guess?

*End of Scene 5*

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Scene 6:

*Scene changes to back on Circe's island where Circe, all bruised and scratched from Thomas' monkey attacks, is sitting miserably on the beach, pondering over life.*

Circe: *sighs* What did I do to deserve this? And where did I go so wrong?

*Circe looks up and notices a ship docking into the rocks. This ship is the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team's own ship.*

Percy: Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good... and... stop!

Darious: Sometimes, I wish I'd knew when you'll learn to drive these things.

*Percy climbs down from the ship's port bow and notices Circe.*

Percy: Excuse me, ma'am. Is this the imperial palace I've been hearing about?

Circe: I have no idea what you're talking about, young fellow.

Darious: Are you sure? We have vital information regarding the coins.

Circe: Coins... COINS?! You've got the wrong place, THERE WAS NO COIN AND THERE NEVER WAS!

*Circe runs off back into the wild. Percy and Darious watch in despair, Morgana, Leeko, James and Gordon climb down from the ship.*

Percy: Wait! Come back! You didn't answer my... Oh, what's the point?

Morgana: Darious, this isn't going to work.

Darious: I wouldn't doubt it, Morgana. It's obvious that this landlady is hiding something. I think it's best we follow. *climbs into Percy's cab.* Percy, please follow that lady and get as much information as you can.

Percy: Ay-ay, cap'n!

*Percy blows his whistle and puffs off into the wilderness, the others follow pursuit. It isn't long before they encounter the animals on the island.*

Percy: Hey, guys! Check it out, there's giraffes there.

*Circe, hiding behind a bush, peers out and looks nervously at the engines. She tries to hide again when Percy and the others see her.*

Percy: Excuse me, ma'am. I don't believe you've been in any delays but...

Circe: If you're talking about the coins, go away! They've caused enough trouble for me already.

Percy: Oh, it's not just the coins we're hunting for. We're looking for some old friends of ours. They were kidnapped.

Circe: Who?

*James steams toward Circe and Percy.*

James: What my friend Percy is saying is have you seen a brown cat in 17th century clothing and a blue tank engine with a No. 1 on his side?

Circe: *walks out from the bushes* Those two? Oh God... Yes, I have! You mean Thomas and Mila, right?

Percy: Yes! That's it! Thomas and Mila! They were kidnapped by a rival pirate.

Circe: I didn't see their captain when they visited me, who did you say your captain was?

Percy: Rourkie, you know? Evil sea-sailing uptonogood-doer?

Circe: He wasn't there when your friends came to see me.

Darious: Well, what happened then?

Circe: Long story short. All I know was that Thomas and Mila needed disguises so Rourkie wouldn't be able to identify them. I tried getting a disguise ready for Mila. But Thomas debunked my plans and I accidently used my magic from the coin to turn him

into a monkey.

Percy: Oh no, Thomas could be swinging trees and eating bananas by now!

Circe: Actually, it didn't work that way. He was still an engine like you. But... *gulps* He was so furious with me that he literally attacked me, hence why you're seeing me in bruises and cuts.

James: Oh, I think I understand where this is going. If I know Thomas, he'd call his monkey form "a hairy, smelly NFT from Season 24".

Circe: That's precisely what he did say.

Voice: And we tried to warn him!

Circe: What the-?

*Just then, Gerald and Geraldine the giraffes show up.*

Circe: Good lord, you can talk.

Geraldine: Of course we can, we only did it when you weren't around.

Gerald: According to our knowledge of the coins, we heard if they're gathered together, they can lift curses.

Circe: WHAT? And I thought all this time I thought turning life back to the noble, feral age would be better.

Geraldine: Not anymore, b***h. We're going to finish what you started!

*Just then, some of the animals start crowding around Circe and start beating her up.*

Circe: *screaming in agony* OH, NOT AGAIN!

*The pirates and engines watch in a disgusted way.*

Percy: Does that... usually happen?

Morgana: Not that I know of, No. 6.

*When the animals have finished, all that's left of Circe are her clothes and several bare bones. Gerald and Geraldine walk over to the pirates.*

Percy: Well, are you coming to kill us too?

Gerald: No, little fella! We want to join you on your quest to find those coins and save the world.

Morgana: You've gotta be joking! We don't have enough room for animals. We've already invited 21 engines, two temple guides and a scrawny, overweight baker. We don't have room for more.

Geraldine: Trust me, ma'am. If I know these coins, curses like that can lift overtime.

Darious: I don't blame these giraffes, Morgana. I think they're onto something.

Morgana: Oh... but Darious...

Percy: Look, Morgana. These animals could've also been victims of Rourkie. I mean, he's hurt Angie and Duana, he's hurt Kate and goodness KNOWS what will happen to these animals if HE intervened. Just give them a chance, PLEASE!

Morgana: *sighs* Fine, No. 6.

*Just then, Nia steams up.*

Nia: I'll take care of you animals. After all, I've seen loads of giraffes, elephants, lions and zebras back in my days in Kenya.

Gerald: You're from Kenya? You're a perfect example of taming animals.

Nia: *blushes with pride.* Oh thank you, it's just what I do for a living.

Darious: Indeed, welcome aboard... er... what are your names?

Gerald: I'm Gerald, and this is my sister Geraldine.

Geraldine: We were former antiquarians, studying for treasure, until we ended up here.

Darious: Very well then, let's all get back to our ship and set course for our next lead.

Percy: Ay-ay, cap'n!

*Percy, James, Nia, Darious, Morgana, Gordon, Leeko and the giraffes all head back to the ship.*

Percy: But here's some things you animals need to remember. These Dread Pirates respect the chain of command, Morgana is first mate and unless captain Darious states otherwise, you have

to follow her orders.

Gerald: Sounds easy enough.

Nia: But please, don't mess with her. She is quite bad-ass from what I know. She can make ANYONE walk the plank if they mess with her.

Geraldine: That does sound bad.

Nia: But don't worry, I'LL be the one keeping you animals safe.

Gerald: Thanks, Kenyan engine! We shouldn't ask for anything more!

*The ship sets sail on its next course, Scene changes to on The Pirate's Fate where Thomas, Mila and King Edward I are on deck. Rourkie and Mary are gloomily scrubbing the decks, whilst chained down.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, a few miles west of the Bristol Channel, things weren't going well on The Pirate's Fate.

Mary: Okay, King. She's asleep in her bunker, You can drop your silly act now.

King Edward I: What act, my dear?

Mary: I know you're not a king! You're a locomotive, you're... one of Thomas' so-called friends!

King Edward I: Oh, I like the sound of that! Tell me more!

Rourkie: You know, sometimes I just wish it was me that wore the crown.

King Edward I: You really don't understand, young Rourkie. Mary was once a princess too. Every day was miserable and boring. State dinners, official functions, Worst of all were the servants, They always stopped her from

having her fun.

Rourkie: I bloody know that. Kingy. It WAS fun... My fun, that is.

King Edward I: Your fun? Oh, utter tish-tosh. The only fun we had on the West Somerset Railway were galas, Halloween Ghost Trains, Santa Specials...

Thomas: And of course those Day out with Thomas events which I wish you still held every year... but bloody f**king Mattel ruined it.

Mary: The only fun, King Edward I, is that I can be happy seeing someone else suffer. But to be honest, rail accidents always seem to be one form of my entertainment. The only thing that brings

me joy is pain. I know I'd have a lifetime of inflicting misery on others. And thanks to Rourkie, it was a dream come true. *strokes Rourkie's face.*

Rourkie: Mary, please... not in front of Steamboy!

King Edward I: Oh... my.

Mary: Well, it's not an act, isn't it? I can see it in his face. The same expression of horror. Everyone has it, even Thomas and Mila. Well, everyone except you, Rourkie. When I met you... I finally met someone

who understood me.

King Edward I: Could you try explaining it again? I'll try harder to understand.

Rourkie: *facepalms* Oh my God...

Mary: Even if King Edward I doesn't know who I am. I know he's like me, deep down. He's just not content to be a king, why else did he come out here with us?

King Edward I: Obviously to rescue Thomas' friends. Which we thought were you guys. I came here to help my friends with their journey too.

Mary: Really? You were willing to risk life and limb for friends you say you don't know?

King Edward I: I'm sorry I don't remember you, ma'am. I really am, okay? It's just... this crown, it's given me high power! I can see the universe, right from the front to the back of my own buffers!

Mary: You know, King Edward I. Reaching you isn't going to be easy, isn't it? But that doesn't matter. It wasn't easy to take me from my castle. Rourkie knew it would put himself at great risk. But he did so anyway,

I would NEVER give up on him! No matter what.

Rourkie: *tries his best not to cry, he eventually clears throat.* Yeah, thanks for that pep talk, Mary. Really needed it.

Thomas: *whispers* That is the most strangest friendship I've ever seen.

King Edward I: You're telling me, Thomas.

*Suddenly, a thunderstorm is heard.*

King Edward I: That wasn't me, was it?

*Just then, Jackie climbs out from the bunker, followed by Tam-Tam, Kinlet Hall and Hither Green.*

Jackie: Do you feel that?

Thomas: Feel what?

Jackie: This is serious! Get to rigging those storm sails! I'll try to steer us out of the worst of it. You should get below deck, Rourkie and King Edward I.

Rourkie: Hey, I'm a pirate, aren't I?

King Edward I: And I still need to learn the tools of his former trade sooner or later. Might as well learn by watching you.

Jackie: Oh, what's the point in that, Rourkie? As soon as this little adventure is over, we'll go back to Kittering Castle, and everything will be back to normal.

*But Rourkie and King Edward I stay silent.*

King Edward I: No... It's far worse than that, Jackie...

Jackie: What?

*King Edward I steams over to the stern and watches the waves, with a serious look on his face.*

King Edward I: The darkness and suffering of a brutal pirate can live on from one soul to another, every day they stray further and further away from God. None of us care if we're here for a day or the rest of our lives.

We are a really useful crew. I don't care if we struggle to get the coins under the abusive power of Nakhta, I have royal bloodline myself and it's only fair that one with real common sense takes command from the sea-faring kind.

Jackie: Alright, suit yourself then, King Edward I. But don't come crying to me if being in charge is difficult for you.

*Later, Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam are having an indignation meeting below deck.*

Tam-Tam: You know, darlings. I can't believe that Jackie. She's so gloomy and gruff.

Thomas: It's like she's becoming the captain, but the Pirate Engines is MY crew!

Mila: Actually, OUR crew, Thomas. But that's not the point, she's the one you're worried about? What about Brock, Mary and Rourkie? They haven't changed a bit.

Thomas: Well, we'll have to think of SOMETHING that'll make them change their ways for the better.

Tam-Tam: It's hard for me to believe this crew is as bad as you said it was, Thomas. But they seem like a bunch of lovable misfits to me.

Thomas: Loveable misfits indeed. Why, they...

*Just then, King Edward I and Caledonia Works barge in, panicking.*

King Edward I: You lot, come quickly! It's Jackie! She's in trouble! And Rourkie's seen everything

Thomas: Not surprised. If so, what's happened?

Caledonia Works: She fell overboard.

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam all start to look worried. They eventually follow the two other engines out to the ship's deck. The other engines, plus Rourkie, Mary and Brock, all stand on the starboard, looking anxious.*

Thomas: What happened, guys?

Rourkie: Oh, Steamboy! Thank God you've come, you were right all along! I'm a fool! *sobs*

Thomas: Jesus Christ, Rourkie. The fact you're freaking out over this makes this seem more worrying than I thought.

Rourkie: It's all my fault.

Mary: Your fault? What are you talking about? You shoving her over?

Rourkie: I might as well have! She was redoing one of the riggings and there was this gust of wind. I tried to grab her hand, but I wasn't strong enough to hold on.

I thought I could come out here and help you, guys. *sniffs* But I'm nothing, Steamboy was right this whole time. I'm a literal failure. A real sailor would've been able to save Jackie.

But I'm just completely irrelevant... A waste of space, I should... *sniffs* just jump into the ocean too. *sobs*

Brock: Oh God, don't do that, boss. You hate the water, remember?

Thomas: Don't worry, we'll bring the ship around. Let's see if we can find her. Stourport, I want you to use your lamp as a searchlight to locate Jackie.

Stourport: I'm on it, Thomas!

Tam-Tam: Really, Thomas? In this storm? Darling, she's already...

Thomas: Tam-Tam, we don't have time for your savage sarcasm. We're going to at least try!

Rourkie: For once, I agree with Steamboy! I just can't be responsible for her death. I could be hung at Kittering Castle if the Queen finds out I killed her...

*Just then, Stourport blows his whistle.*

Stourport: Look, chaps! I found something!

Rourkie: What.. what is it? Oh my God, it's her!

Stourport: No, wait. That's just another wave. False alarm.

Rourkie: But I was sure I saw something.

Mila: Maybe it was just the rudder.

Rourkie: Oh... right, Sorry, I got your hopes up high.

Thomas: My hopes weren't... Oh, f**k it! What am I saying?

Rourkie: Steamboy, Kitty. *sighs* I'm sorry I can't be as a good friend I was before.

Thomas: Wait... what?

Mila: Friend?

Rourkie: You were definitely 100% right about all this, Steamboy. Mary and Brock are so disappointed in me. I...

*Thomas puts his hand on Rourkie's shoulder.*

Thomas: Don't listen to them. You've learned your lesson and that's all that matters.

Mila: Thomas is right, Brock and Mary will find it all out the hard way.

Rourkie: Oh, Steamboy and Kitty. Words cannot express how GLAD I am to hear it.

*Just then, Brock and Mary come out from beneath the deck.*

Brock: So... uhhhh... how many hours has it been again?

Mila: Seven, why'd you ask?

*Tam-Tam walks up.*

Tam-Tam: Even if she didn't drown, Mila. She'd be dead of exposure by now. Face it, she's gone.

Mary: Well, I'll be the first one to say it. I'm glad she's dead.

Rourkie: Oh, please, Mary. That's not in good taste.

Mary: What do you mean? We finally have our ship back, we're free, free at last.

Brock: That's right. So, where we headed, boss?

Rourkie: Boss? Boss? No, no, no. No freaking way! I can't possibly be your leader. Forget it, I'm done being captain. It's just... too much pressure.

Steamboy and Kitty have shown me better purposes in my life.

Mary: Then, maybe I should be captain!

Brock: Why not me? Come on, I'll arm wrestle you for it.

Tam-Tam: Don't mind me over here... I was the only one smart enough not to get arrested, but I suppose that doesn't count for anything.

Rourkie: Yeah, I suppose. I think... Steamboy and Kitty, or should I say, Thomas and Mila... YOU TWO are in charge in now.

Mila: What? Us? Why?

Brock: Aww, you stole the words right out of my mouth.

Rourkie: It's just a feeling. I believe, you two got me out of jail, found yourselves a proper crew. Those... are the most chad moves I've ever seen in my entire life. I should trust you.

Mary: But... you didn't trust her one bit. Rourkie, you chained Mila to the mast.

Brock: You also shot Thomas in the wheels numerous times.

Rourkie: Yeah, but why else would I do such a thing, unless Mila and Thomas were very important to me?

Brock: Well, you were punishing them for...

Tam-Tam: Oh, who cares what you think, Brock. I for once can't wait to follow Mila the Brave and Thomas the Leader.

Mary: Oh, come on. I'm not following her orders.

Brock: That makes two of us.

Rourkie: But you will follow mine, right?

Brock: Of course. I mean, why wouldn't I?

Rourkie: Then my orders are to follow Mila and Thomas.

Brock: Sure, I... wait a second... Damn, Mary! I think Rourkie got us on this one.

Mary: Yeah...

Rourkie: That's right, now I'm starting to get the knack of this good pirate thing.

Mary: This won't be forever, Mila and Thomas. You two are the leaders, enjoy it while you can.

Thomas: You know... you guys are right! If I can be the leader of the Steam Team! I can be the leader of the Pirate Engines too! Mila, you're my first mate and Rourkie, you're my second.

Mila: You got it, Thomas!

Rourkie: Excellent choice, captain!

Tam-Tam: So, where to... captain?

Thomas: Hmmmm... let me think. I do know an old friend up in Ilfracombe who needs help...

Rourkie: A friend? Sure! Who are they? Why are they in need of help?

Thomas: That's... a long story.

*Scene changes to back at Ilfracombe where the Pirate's Fate is moored. The Pirate Engines disembark from the ship onto the docks and make their way to the pie shop.*

Thomas: Well, here we are. We'll have to walk past the burnt-down pie shop to get to the...

Rugby: I see the pie shop, but it looks just fine.

Brock: That can't be right... How? I burnt that place down myself.

Rourkie: Maybe they rebuilt it?

Stourport: Probably got insurance, I assume?

Thomas: Rebuilt it exactly the same? I don't think so. Something's very wrong, here, and we've got to find out what.

North Star: Why not ask these two FedEx engines? Maybe they might know.

Thomas: FedEx engines? What'd you mean, North Star?

*North Star points to some FedEx engines shunting. The FedEx engines are both twin Caledonian 812 Classes, painted in a BR Lined Black with the early emblem and have the numbers

57646 and 57647 on the sides. When Thomas sees them, they suddenly look familiar to him.*

Thomas: My God... is that? No! It can't be!

*Thomas steams towards the two FedEx engines and blows his whistle to gain their attention.*

57646: Who's that guy?

57647: Och, he's just a pirate. Just ignore him.

Thomas: Donald! Douglas! I can't believe it! What are you doing here? And why are you working for FedEx?

57646: Who are you talking about?

57647: Who's Donal' and Douggie?

Thomas: Come on, guys. Don't trick me! I know it's you! You were the Scottish Twin engines on the Island of Sodor. You were utility engines who worked on Duck's Branch Line!

57646: Sir, we don't even know what you're talking about.

57647: Just let us do our jobs.

Thomas: But guys, don't you remember your adventures on Sodor? You know, my special coach, tender-swapping, the signalbox, the Spiteful Brakevan, Dilly the Duck, saving Oliver from scrap?

57646: Sorry, lad. We've never been to Sodor before.

57647: Who's Oliver and Dilly?

Thomas: That's not true. You've lived on Sodor for over 60 years! I've known you perfectly well!

57647: Look, lad. Why not you ask in the pie shop about all this? You're generally confused.

Thomas: Alright...

*Thomas steams sadly back to the Pirate Engines.*

Thomas: I don't believe it, the twins don't recognize me. Is it because I have that 5 o'clock shadow? Is that it?

Mila: I don't know, we'll have to ask.

*The Pirate Engines all steam into the pie-shop. Just then, Kate comes out and greets them.*

Kate: Welcome to Kate's Perfect Pies, how can I help y'all?

Thomas: How the f**k did you manage to get out of jail?

Mila: I thought this place was called Trento's.

Kate: Didn't ya read the sign on the front?

Thomas: Wait... what si-?

*Thomas suddenly remembers Kate was right. Outside the pie-shop is a large, red hand-written neon sign that reads "Kate's Perfect Pies".*

Thomas: Oh yeah... But that doesn't answer my question. How'd you get out?

Kate: Out? Out of where?

Thomas: Out of jail! *sighs* It's fine, I honestly didn't expect you to recognize me because the fact I almost seem to have a beard. I'm Thomas T. Tank Engine.

You know, your cellmate?

Kate: Cellmate? I don't know who you've got me mistaken for, but I'm not the kind of person who'd end up in prison.

Mila: But... you don't remember meeting someone called Thomas? We first met after Rourkie took us here.

Rourkie: What did I do?

Mila: Oh, forget it. It's just it! It feels like it never happened.

Thomas: Almost like Kate I never even met. So... because of how things might've been re-written. King Edward I, I no longer needed to rescue her.

Kate: Wait... did you just say, King Edward I? The locomotive king?

Rourkie: Uhhh... yeah. That's right...

Kate: Oh wow! I've dreamt of servin' the royal engines since I was a little girl! You've just got to try one of my pies! My husband and my two engine friends are probably finished with

their cherry pies by now.

Mila: Your husband?

Thomas: Engine friends?

Kate: Bring it out, fellas! We've got royalty to serve!

*Just then, two engines plus a corgi chef come out of the kitchen with trollies full of pies. One engine is a tank engine painted in an orange livery with black lining, a yellow running board and a reindeer face with glasses, the other

is a Furness K2 Larger Seagull class in a green livery with red lining. They both have the shop's logo painted on their sides. They're followed by a small corgi chef whom Mila seems to recognize.*

Chef: One cherry pie, coming right up!

Mila: What the...? Leeko? Is that really you?

Thomas: I don't believe it! Jade... Bertha? You're working here now?

Jade: Ummm... yes, that's me. Jade the Reindeer Engine. Haven't we met before?

Thomas: Yes, Jade! I'm Thomas T. Tank Engine. You know, your big brother?

Jade: I don't recall having a brother.

Kate: Don't mind him, honey. He's just a little confused. A minute ago, he and his little friends thought they and I knew each other from prison.

Bertha: He must be having his mind.

Thomas: Jade, Bertha! I'm Thomas. Your workmate. Your friend. You don't remember meeting me? Come on, I know we had past adventures. Fixing Joey's House, a flying plastic bear. Come on, girls. Why did this change?

Bertha: I... uh...

Rourkie: Don't worry, guys. Let me ask. How did you four meet?

Jade: Oh, well. That's a long story. Not long ago, I was shipwrecked. Thought I was going to drown for sure. Bertha was with me at the time.

Bertha: There was this chap. Can't remember his name at the time, but he was kind enough to rescue us and drop us off here. And that's when we ran into Kate.

She'd always wanted to be a chef, just like us. And so I said "Hey, we've had enough rotten luck being locomotives working in North West England. Why not try something new?"

Leeko: I was a refugee too. I was an antiques dealer at this place called... Exeter. I believe it was... But then, shortly before Jade and Bertha were rescued. I was made a temporary cartographer

for this same guy. When the three of us moved to Ilfracombe here. That was where we've met Kate.

Kate: And we've never been happier. That is, until today... now we're actually meetin' the King Edward I. In the flesh, no doubt. Come on, your majesty, eat up!

King Edward I: Oh... er... no thanks, I'll pass. I'm not that hungry. Thomas, Mila, Rourkie? Maybe we should be going.

Thomas: What? But King Edward I, you've got to find out the truth, why shouldn't they?

Rourkie: *whispers* Just look at the four of them. They're happy together. They've fulfilled their lifelong dreams. To be honest, I was happy when I found out we had crews

who cared about us. But part of that was because I didn't want to stay in Kittering Castle. Telling Leeko and Kate the truth would be just too cruel. We have to let them live

their lives as though this had never happened.

Mila: I guess. Alright, Leeko and Kate. I'll try and visit again soon.

Bertha: But, Your Majesty. we can't convince you to take any food to go, right?

Thomas: And I still need to get my friends Bertha and Jade back!

Jade: Sorry, young Thomas. I honestly can't remember any of this.

Bertha: It must be all in your head.

King Edward I: They're right, and I couldn't impose.

Kate: But... my dream.

Thomas: And my friends...

King Edward I: Well, you SHOULD visit the castle. My sister is in need of a new pastry chef.

Kate: The queen? Really?

Leeko: I never thought I'd be cooking for her!

Jade: Me too!

Thomas: You're NOT chefs! You're engines! We work on the Island of Sodor. We were members of the Steam Team.

*Odney Manor buffers up to Thomas.*

Odney Manor: Yes, I'm sure we can discuss this later, Thomas.

*The Pirate Engines go back to the ship, Odney Manor is pulling a desperately-seeking Thomas behind him.*

Thomas: NONONONONO! You don't understand! You gotta help me! DON'T JUST STAND THERE, I'M IN SEAFARING HELL! MY IQ's DROPPING BY

THE SECOND. I'M BECOMING OF THEM!!!!!

*Thomas gets dragged around a street corner. Jade, Bertha, Kate and Leeko watch from the doorway of the shop.*

Jade: What a strange guy...

*End of Scene 6*

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Scene 7:

*The next morning, on the Island of Sodor. Joey and Diesel's search party are waiting at Vicarstown, ready to go and find the Steam Team.*

Narrator: Back on the Island of Sodor, The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) sent me and Diesel's search party plans into action.*

Diesel: Okay, once more, sir. Where are we going?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): To South West England.

Diesel: And why are you and the Female Furries in the coaches?

Amy: We're gonna help locate the whereabouts of Thomas and the Steam Team.

Diesel: And why is Joey here?

Joey: I came up with the idea.

Diesel: And why am I here?

Sandy: Because you know the Other Railway better than we do, Diesel.

Diesel: And why are the narrow gauge engines here?

Skarloey: Because we couldn't find Duke to look after the railway.

Diesel: And why is Duke here?

Duke: 'Cause Bertram didn't wanna come by himself.

Bertram: *On a flatbed* Hi!

Diesel: And why is everyone else here?

Joey: *sighs* To be honest, Diesel. I think everyone else on Sodor had the same idea.

Diesel: *chuckles* Okay, fair enough.

*Just then, Arthur arrives at Vicarstown with some mail trucks, looking quite out of breath.*

Arthur: Hey, guys! *pants* You're not going to believe what I just found!

Joey: What is it, Arthur?

Arthur: *pants* I found a letter from a certain someone hidden amongs the mailbags in one of the trucks!

Joey: Really? What does it say?

*Arthur gives Joey the letter, who opens the envelope and reads the message.*

Diesel: What does it say, Joey?

*Joey reads the letter and gasps.*

Joey: It's from Thomas! HE'S ALIVE!!!

*The other engines all cheer and whistle.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Alright, settle down, everyone! Let's not get carried away! Joey, what did Thomas write to us?

Joey: Well, he wrote...

*Scene cuts to Thomas in a cabin on the Pirate's Fate, writing a letter back to Sodor.*

Thomas: *thinking as he writes* Dear Joey and all my friends.

Me and the Steam Team are doing alright, all 21 of us engines are together.

Unfortunately, we didn't arrive in Dartmouth as our railferry got destroyed in a storm.

But luckily, we were rescued by a group of treasure hunters known as the Dread Pirates.

But unfortunately, me and one of the mates got kidnapped by a rival pirate. He treated us badly

at first, but now he's got his comeuppance and has become more really useful. Not to mention, me

and Mila have already hired a crew of our very own, consisting of engines from the West Somerset Line.

We have already braved the waves and continuing the voyage to find these coins. But now, I must be going

all cuckoo in the smokebox. Because Donald and Douglas have landed themselves jobs at FedEx and Jade

and Bertha are working in a pie-shop at Ilfracombe! I just hope we don't lose anymore members of the Steam Team...

But my condolences go out to all the engines and friends who have managed without us.

Yours truly

Thomas the Tank Engine

*Thomas puts the letter in an envelope and puts it in a nearby letterbox.*

Thomas: I hope they get the message in time.

*Scene cuts back to Joey reading the note.*

Joey: Well, won't you look at that? Thomas is alright, he's just been rescued by misunderstood pirates.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): But the fact that we've lost a few Steam Team engines on the way means we must gather them up and bring them altogether again!

Joey and Diesel: Yes, sir!

*The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) climbs on board Clarabel.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Right then! Off we go, everyone! We're on a treasure hunt too, to find the Steam Team.

*The cavalcade sets off from Vicarstown, on their way to find the Steam Team. A map shows the cavalcade at Dalton-in-Furness, it pans out to

reveal the engines are far away near the Bristol Channel.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, the engines and the pirates were on their way to find the seventh coin. Which was situated in a small shop somewhere in Porlock Weir...

*Scene changes to a merchants shop in Porlock Weir where Thomas, Mila, Rourkie, Mary, Brock, Beyer and Bristol are going.*

Beyer: So... Thomas thinks there could be another coin hidden in here?

Mila: Well, I suppose he's right, Beyer.

*The septet enter the building carefully and quietly as they could.*

Thomas: Hello, is anyone there?

*Just then, two matchmakers (one rabbit and one cat) appear out of nowhere.*

Cat: Oh, hi there! Welcome one, welcome all, to Sherry and Threyon's love imporium! We have everything you could want for your most intimidating needs...

Sherry: We sell trinkets to help fill the hole in the heart...

Mary: Intimidating needs, huh? Sounds fun!

Sherry: Of course it's fun! Who wouldn't enjoy some help with love? Especially when we have our volunteer here.

Thomas: What volunteer?

*Just then, a purple Sentient 4wVGBT pulls up, carrying a box full of trinkets. Thomas stares in amazement when he recognizes who it is.*

Thomas: Holly?! Is that you?

Sentient: Yes, my name's Holly. How could I help?

Thomas: Holly? Don't you recognize me?!

Holly: I see loads of customers come in here alot but I don't recognize a number of them.

Thomas: Holly, it's me! You know, Thomas the Tank Engine! You worked on my branch line.

Holly: I'm sorry, Mr. Tank Engine. But I've never met you in my entire life.

Thomas: Come on! You MUST remember me! Your arrival caused trouble for Mavis! I definitely remember that time!

Holly: Who's Mavis?

Thomas: *facepalms* Oh... this is going to take a while? And more importantly, how did you end up here?

Holly: Well, I used to be a pilot engine for this station based in Loughborough. You know, Great Central line?

Thomas: I know that! You also worked at Butterley if I remember correctly.

Holly: Yeah, but I was seldom used at both railways. It was those two who purchased me to help run their love shop, and mind you. They've done a WONDERFUL job at running it!

Mary: Love? *groans* You got my hopes up there for a second. Had me in the first half, not gonna lie.

Mila: Yep, I think we're in the wrong place. Maybe we should go...

Thomas: Mila, we can't go! This is our next lead!

Sherry: Look at that poor catgirl. She thinks finding love is a waste of time. Not to mention her engine friend here looks like he's running out of steam.

Maybe they're beyond even our ability to help.

Thomas: No, we're not! We're just... *sighs* I've had a rough two weeks. Going around the channel finding coins, facing unofficial monarchy, and being seperated from my own

personal fleet of engines.

Threyon: I'm sure you two are just reprehensive 'cause you're so shy at heart. Cupid just needs a helping hand sometimes, buddy. There's no shame in that.

Mila: Please keep your hands to yourselves, guys. We're just looking for the coins.

Threyon: Why yes, of course! The wizard didn't conjugate them for nothing, you know.

Mila: The wizard?

Threyon: Maybe we can admonish one of our love questionnaires.

Bristol: Really? What kind of love questionnaire?

Thomas: Well actually, I have a question for you, if you don't mind of course.

Sherry: Sure, ask away.

Thomas: Well then, If you are the love-making duo... Do you know how to talk people into having *leans over to Threyon and Sherry and whispers.* S.E.X?

*Threyon and Sherry look at Thomas in disbelief and blush. Holly, on the other hand, giggles.*

Threyon: Ummmm... You're going to have to find out for yourself...

Sherry: Anyone else?

Rourkie: I've got a question, it might sound silly but... *takes a deep breath.* Do you know what Queen Nakhta bought from you when she came here?

Holly: Sorry, sir. All our services are stringently confidential.

Rourkie: Oh, okay. Apologies, I had no idea. I'm dreadfully sorry to have dared to tread upon.

Mary: Don't apologize, just tell her. We have someone who's royalty and they're not. Answer my questions or I'll have them thrown onto the tracks.

Rourkie: Is that really necessary?

Mary: Well, it's what Thomas would do...

Brock: Nah, that's more of your style, Mary. You'd be like "Oh, little shopkeepers. Sure would be a shame if something were to happen to you.".

Beyer: That does sound a little dreadful.

Bristol: You're telling me.

Mila: Alright, let's cut to the chase. I think what Rourkie REALLY want to know is if we told him the truth. Was there really an enchanted crown which could

re-write reality and make others see the future?

Rourkie: Well... er... It's not that I don't trust you. It's just... *clears throat* ...Well, I have to know everything about what that crown did to one of our crewmembers.

Beyer: Yes, the crown we gave to King Edward I.

Sherry: You mean, he wore it? That could possibly explain everything.

Holly: It does?

Sherry: That's why they're so confused.

Threyon: I think his condition is contiguous, I'm getting a little confused too.

*Rourkie and Thomas gape nervously at the fact that Sherry's breasts are digging into the back on Threyon.*

Rourkie: Dang... these guys are a proper wee lovey-dovey...

Thomas: Tell me about it...

Rourkie: So anyway, is there some way one of us can regain our memories or our skills? You know, some way to undo what was done and regain what was lost?

Holly: Sorry, bud. No refunds, no exchanges or sublimations.

Thomas: Wow... to think the world was like a computer. Once you've lost your data, you can't restore it.

Bristol: You can still back it up, right?

Thomas: Depends really, Bristol.

Holly: But could you at least purchase a new item? That's what I would've done.

Mary: Purchase? You mean rob! We ought to burn this place to the ground for all the trouble it's caused us. They "enhanced" King Edward I's brain and now Rourkie's undergoing

a mid-life crisis. He's become a whiny, little wretch.

Rourkie: I would not be hesitant to shave your woolly fur clean off, right now.

Mary: Whoa... okay, calm down.

Holly: Such a temper on this one.

Threyon: You know, I'm getting a thought, what about that goat horn? That'll really take the edge off her! It'll be perfect for her!

Sherry: Perfect! I'll go get it from the back! *huddles Threyon.* You should come with me. I don't want to spend another second away from your beautiful face...

Threyon: And I don't want to extirpate myself from your beautiful... well, you know...

*Threyon and Sherry both walk to the back room, huddling each other.*

Mary: Why are you lot wasting time chatting them up? I say we follow them in back and then jump 'em right now.

Beyer: Hey, Can we say "OwO What's this" while we can?

Thomas: No... Beyer, you can't.

Mila: I like the idea!

Holly: You guys are into some weird stuff, you know that?

*Just then, Sherry and Threyon arrive back at the counter.*

Sherry: And we're back! Don't worry, I'm sure this is going to put a smile on your face.

Mary: Unless you slit your own wrists, I doubt it.

*Sherry hands Mary a bottle of fragrence.*

Mary: What's this? A bottle of fragr- *sprays the fragrance in his face.* ARRRGH, F**K! MY EYES!

Thomas: Whoa, are you okay?

Mary: Yes! Yes! I'm fine! Don't rub it in! This is f**king pepper spray! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!

Brock: Uh... Mary?

Sherry: What do you think? Thanks to us, she's been re-shaped to be lucky in love.

Mary: Lucky in love? LUCKY IN LOVE?! You give me a f**king pepper spray and call it "lucky in love"? You guys have issues, you know that?

Beyer: How interesting, perhaps one of us should try the coin, too? I would like to see what happens?

Bristol: I wouldn't jump to it...

Brock: Yeah... can't we just get the hell out of here? After we grab that coin, of course?

Sherry: You can't take that. How do you expect us to help people without it? Giving people advice? Creating a safe space to talk about their problems?

Threyon: We'll go broke. We might as well declare bureaucracy right now.

Thomas: Don't you mean bankruptcy?

Holly: Yes, that.

Thomas: Oh... whoops.

Rourkie: How awful! I just can't imagine them living them in a box on the streets.

Threyon: At least we'll get to snuggle!

Thomas: I don't care what you do. We're the Pirate Engines and we don't take NO for an answer.

Rourkie: Don't mind Thomas. I'm sure he doesn't mean to snap like that...

Thomas: Actually, I do! And so does Mila. Give us that coin, now! And NO tricks this time.

Threyon: Okay, okay! Take it! You win!

*Thomas takes the coin and puts it in his running board.*

Thomas: Now to finish what they've started.

*Thomas aims a gun at Threyon and Sherry and opens fire at both of them.*

Thomas: There we go. If James can do it, so can I. Now then, Bristol, Beyer. I want you to take Mary back to the ship. Mila, Rourkie and Brock can stay and help me raid the store. *leans over to Mila, Rourkie and Brock.*

Trust me, you guys are pirates and pirates do steal from whom they've killed.

Mila: I'm not sure about this... but okay.

Brock: Are you sure, Thomas? I wanted to get outta here as soon as possible.

Thomas: Brock, we're pirates. Stealing is fractically within our blood.

Brock: Oh... alright. Makes sense when you glance at it.

*Beyer, Bristol and Mary leave the store, Holly watches in daze.*

Rourkie: So... you think you can run a store by yourself?

Holly: I guess... how hard could it be?

*Scene changes to back on the ship where Tam-Tam, Rugby, King Edward I, Stourport and Odney Manor are waiting for the others. They're quite surprised after seeing Mary

with bloodshot eyes.*

Tam-Tam: Oh, my God... I can't believe I let myself miss that! What on earth happened to you?

Thomas: Well, long story short. There were these merchants and...

Mary: They gave me a pepper spray and I sprayed my own eyes. Maybe you guys were right, sometimes we all just want to watch the world burn. Besides, you look... pleased with yourself, Odney Manor.

Odney Manor: Well, talk about an understatement there, Mary.

*Just then, Brock walks up.*

Brock: Oh, please guys! Mary's been through a lot! The last thing she needs is us picking on her.

Tam-Tam: Oh, shut up! Let me have my fun.

Mary: For once, let her. What else do you find entertaining about my situation? You don't think I'm hideous? Pathetic? A waste of space? Go ahead... let it out

if it makes you smile.

Tam-Tam: Fine, fine. If you're so sensitive, I'll just keep it to myself.

Mary: Wait! I...

Thomas: Don't rise to it, Mary. She'll learn the hard way.

*Meanwhile, on the other ship. Gordon and Angie just sweeping the decks when James steams up with a small microchip in his hand.*

James: Gordon! Angie! I found this hidden under the coal inside my tender! It's a microchip one of us formerly used.

Gordon: Wow, what does it do?

James: Do you realise that this chip can be inserted into a GPS that can enter into someone's brain that...

*But before, James could reply. Percy steams up to the trio.*

Percy: Or it could be inserted into the mouth manually, and digest it. So we can battle hunger and taste good.

Gordon: Wait... Percy.

*But Percy ends up swallowing the microchip.*

James: Ohhh... man.

Gordon: Tell me you just didn't eat that f**king...

Percy: Hey, James said it was a chip. So where's the dip? Or am I looking at him?

James: OOOOOH! You did not even just do that! *chuckles* You are so dead! OOOH NO, you didn't! *laughs* Oh my God!

Gordon: Yeah... right.

*Later, Percy is sitting on a bucket. Mila gives him a drink in a beer mug.*

Angie: Alright, mate. Drink this.

Percy: I'm not thirsty.

Angie: I said drink it.

Percy: Well, what is it?

Angie: It's a mixture of mustard, vinegar and oyster sauce.

Percy: Oyster sauce, oh hell yeah!

Angie: You see that chip you ate. It's comin' out of ya, one way or another.

*Percy drinks the mixture.*

Percy: A little weak but you can fix that up a little half and half. But it was cool, so give me another.

*James steams up, quite jealous.*

James: I get it, they badmouthed you and they make delicious sugary energy shakes. And I open my mouth in a helpful way and I get slapped. We must be in topsy-turvy world.

*Just then, Gordon arrives with another drink for Percy.*

Gordon: Here's another, Percy. And I think I may have peed in this one.

James: NO WAY!

*James yoinks the drink out of Gordon's hands.*

Gordon: James! Wait, what are you doing?

James: I am now in training. *drinks the mixture.* It's kinda fruity when you...

*James vomits over Gordon, Percy and Angie. Percy covers the bucket over his face to stop James from puking on him. James stops vomiting, the others take a closer look to see if he has. But then he vomits

again!*

James: *groans* Yeah... that was GOOD! *coughs* My teeth feel goody! And I'm gonna drink some water.

*James steams off to drink some water and Gordon follows. Percy sits back on the bucket.*

Percy: Well, not bad. Get some of that in a keg. That body needs nutrients...

Angie: ...and Gordon needs that chip, mate. One way... or the other.

Percy: Oh, okay. Fecal matter. Stool sample.

Angie: Don't talk about it, just do it.

Percy: Well, I don't do it, Angie. Like most engines, My body consumes all waste material. It's like the Thunderdome in here. Only, two men enter... no man leaves. Rated R.

Angie: *stunned* No!

Percy: Starring Mel Gibson, and Tina Turner.

Angie: Are you serious?!

Percy: Yep.

Angie: You don't...

Percy: Don't what?

Angie: Uuuhh...

Percy: Come on.

Angie: You... you know...

Percy: Look, Angie. We're all adults here. You can say it. I promise I won't laugh.

Angie: Uh, poop?

Percy: YOU SAID POOP!!

*Percy calls out to James from the forecastle.*

Percy: Hey James, Angie said poop out here!

James: Poop! *laughs before he vomits again.* Poop!

*Just then, Duana calls from the bottom deck.*

Duana: Hey, what's all the ruckus? *notices the vomit that James has made.* Ohhh... I'll see myself out.

*End of Scene 7*

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Scene 8:

*Meanwhile, Thomas, Mila and Brock are in the ship's deck, talking.*

Brock: You know, I haven't seen Mary all day...

Mila: Yeah, I wonder if she's avoiding us. Could be embarrassed about what happened to her? I hope the incident with Tam-Tam didn't rile her up.

Thomas: Mary's not the type to let things bother her for long. Besides, what's there to be embarrased about? Just about everybody on this ship is just starting to become

useful, right?

Mila: Yeah... right.

Thomas: Does that mean I'm next? What am I going to become? *sniffs the air* Do you guys smell something?

*Thomas notices a plate of cookies.*

Thomas: Oh boy, choccy-chip cookies! Did you leave those out for me?

Mila: No, but they sure look good.

*Mary walks in.*

Mary: So, do you like my cookies?

Thomas: Errr... I... uhh...

Brock: Oh God, please don't tell me you've poisoned those, didn't you? Could you be any more inconsiderate.

Mila: You call poisoning inconsiderate?

Brock: Of course, I might've eaten one.

Mila: Brock, you...

Mary: All I put in was sugar, spice and everything nice.

Brock: So "everything nice" is a code for poison, right?

Mary: Of course not.

Brock: So.. spice is the code for poison? Or is it sugar? Maybe "and"?

Thomas: Since when was "and" a code for poison?

Brock: I don't know, just a guess.

Thomas: My guess is that Mary put something called Chemical X inside those cookies.

*The others look at Thomas, confused.*

Thomas: Okay, you're right. I must've been watching too much Cartoon Network.

Mary: I didn't poison them, I just wanted to see you happy reactions as you ate.

Mila: Uhhh... thanks? I guess?

Mary: Go ahead, have another one.

Thomas: Don't mind if I do!

*Thomas eventually starts scoffing all the cookies down at once.*

Thomas: Rewards, huh? *continues to scoff the cookies.*

Mila: I don't know if I feel comfortable eating with Thomas, or with you staring at me.

Mary: Fine, turn around and eat then. But make sure to make some munching noises so I know you're enjoying it...

Mila: Excuse me, what?

Brock: Mary, you're not making any sense.

Mary: I certainly understand what I'm doing.

Brock: Well then, care to share with the rest of the class?

Mary: Well obviously, that merchant put my mind through a mirror. Before, my only pleasure was seeing others suffer. But then, I saw Tam-Tam laughing

and gloating, and I felt such a surge of joy. Now my only pleasure is seeing other people's pleasure.

Thomas: *Finishes the last crumb of the last cookie.* I thought you told her to stop mocking you.

Mary: Of course not. I wanted her to continue. I said "Go ahead, if it makes you smile", remember? Brock, I know what would make you happy.

Brock: Uhhh... *chuckles nervously* No thank you.

Mary: Should I pose nude for you? You know, while I'm...

Brock: *blushes nervously* I said no thank you. Try and make Thomas and Mila happy or something.

Mila: The only thing that would make me happy would be seeing Darious again.

Thomas: And the only thing that would make me happier is being back at home on the Island of Sodor, with the Steam Team.

Mary: Oh really? That's easy! Just go back to where you and I first met.

Thomas: You mean the tavern?

Mary: Oh, he'll be there...

*Scene changes to a realistic close-up of Mary's face.*

Mary: *deep voice* ...waiting for you.

Thomas: Errr... How could he? He could've forgotten us already, hasn't he? Just like Donald, Douglas, Jade and Bertha forgot all about who I was.

Mary: And yet, we're all still serving together, aren't we? It's almost as the more things change, the more they stay the same. Trust me, head to the tavern.

But please make sure you guys don't go in without me.

Thomas: Why not?

Mary: So I can see the look on your face when you finally see him again. If that's the only thing that would make you smile. I wouldn't miss it for the world!

And speaking of smiles, where's Rourkie? I can't wait to figure out how to turn his face into grins...

*Later, The Pirate Engines arrive back at the tavern in Watchet.*

Thomas: Thanks for taking us to the tavern, Rourkie. I needed some booze.

*Just then, Abbigail turns up.*

Abbigail: Hello, I'm Abbigail. What can I get you?

Thomas: ABBIGAIL?! You were alive this whole time?

Abbigail: Yeah, so? Do I know you?

Thomas: I thought... I... *sighs* The coin thing I assume?

Abbigail: Perhaps you've already had one too many, my friend.

Thomas: You didn't happen to know someone... a pirate named Darious?

Abbigail: Well, I like to keep things quiet and confidential around here. Helps everybody relax.

Mila: But... *sighs* Well, it was a long shot.

Thomas: Yeah... it's just Mary's intuition that we'd find him here...

Rourkie: Dang... Finding him means a lot to you, doesn't it?

Thomas: Yes... it does.

Rourkie: So... Abby. The last thing we want to do is disturb everyone's privacy. But certainly not in a nice place like this.

Thomas: By the way, do you even recognize us?

Abbigail: I'm afraid not, sorry.

Thomas: I'm Thomas. You know, Thomas T. Tank Engine.

Abbigail: You might be a tank engine. But I'm only a suffering mother and this tavern is all I've got. I just can't...

King Edward I: You? A suffering mother? I had no idea how much you were struggling. But take my advice. What if the crown were to offer you compenstation in exchange for

your help?

Abbigail: Compensation?

King Edward I: You said you're a mother. So, how old is your child? The crown could sponsor their tuition at a private academy.

Abbigail: R... really? Wow! Darious, you say? He's out the back, heading for the docks. But he's not due to leave in an hour or two. And the fact that you can put my son into

an academy means that he can finally earn his dream job of becoming an engineer and looking after his father.

Thomas: Father?

*Just then, an LMS Stanier Class 5 pulls into the bar. The engine is painted in a green livery with red lining. It has the number 45003 on his cab and a British Railways Late Crest on his tender. Thomas immediately recognizes him.*

45003: Hello, dear. *kisses Abbigail.* Lovely day, isn't it?

Thomas: I don't believe it... Henry! Is that you?

Henry: Yes... Do I know you?

Thomas: Of course you do! I'm Thomas the Tank Engine. One of your friends!

Henry: I don't know anyone called Thomas.

Thomas: I know it's you, Henry! You were bricked up in a tunnel, "hooshed" by an elephant, rebuilt at Crewe. You're that enterprising engine I know. Stop pretending you're someone else, I recognize you.

Henry: I'm sorry, little fella. But you seem to be mistaking me for someone else.

Abbigail: This little engine here seems to be wondering where Darious is.

Henry: Oh, Darious. I know him. Of course, he's at the back. Why'd you...

*But before Henry could reply, Thomas races out.*

Henry: ...ask?

Mila: He honestly must be trying to remember the glorious days of the Steam Team.

Henry: I'm sure that given a little time, he'll remember who they are, young lady.

Mila: Thank you, Henry.

*The Pirate Engines all leave the tavern to follow Thomas down to the docks. The Pirate's Fate is docked at the harbour where Mary is stalling Darious and a GWR Class SS who's painted

green with red lining, but is wearing pirate attire and an eyepatch over one eye.*

Darious: Get out of our way. We're telling you, this is our ship. It was stolen.

GWR Class SS: Yeah, You can't go around taking things that aren't yours!

Mary: Well, how happy would you be if I gave it back to you?

*Just then, Thomas' whistle sounds in the backdrop and he steams into the harbour. Mila and Tam-Tam climb down from his footplate.*

Thomas: Darious! Percy!

Mary: I told you I'd find him. I made your wish come true, didn't I?

Darious: That's right, I assume?

Percy: Hey! We recognize you!

Thomas: I'm a little surprised to hear you say that, Percy. Since I thought that...

Darious: Not you, HER! *points to Tam-Tam.* Tam-Tam, you stole my ship!

Tam-Tam: Technically, that's true. But you see, I only stole it from another thief who stole it from you first.

Darious: I don't remember another thief, I just remember you. Besides, it doesn't matter who stole it first. The Pirate's Fate belongs to me and Percy.

Mila: But... I was once your crewmate, Darious! You see, there was a kind of magical mix-up...

Darious: A mix-up?

Percy: What is she talking about?

Thomas: Look, guys. I'd be more than happy to invite you aboard, I think I need to be able to explain a few things that will clear this all up.

Darious: Invite us on board? Are you in league with this thief, young tank engine?

Thomas: Tam-Tam is not a thief, she's my...

Darious: I don't care what she is to you. But either way, this is still my ship, and me and Percy sail alone.

Thomas: You and Percy? YOU AND PERCY! This is all wrong! Percy is not your first mate. Percy is actually my BEST FRIEND.

Percy: *stunned after hearing Thomas say that.* Best friend?

Thomas: Don't you remember, Percy? The crazy stuff we all used to get into on a daily basis? You know, passing danger signs, stalling on the main line, braving floods, playing ghosts, getting into predicaments, the Best-Dressed Station competition of 2001? Come on, I remember all those times! You probably must've remembered them too at some point!

Percy: Yeah, with what crew?

*Just then, the Pirate Engines arrive. Brock steps down from Odney Manor's footplate.*

Brock: There's eighteen of us, and only two of you. Yeah, I counted that right... So, if I was you. I wouldn't count on winning a fight.

Thomas: Wait... I didn't say use violence!

Darious: Well, you're not wrong. I would NEVER hesitate to fight for what's mine. And that includes the coins you're carrying. After all, that's what you're really

after, right?

Mila: The coins? That's it. Darious, why would two hunters of the coins be brought together like this?

Darious: Well, I would only divulge that to someone who... you know what. I think, Percy... I've been a little rash in discounting their claims. Perhaps, Thomas and Mila. I would be much

delighted to join you... on our ship.

Thomas: Oh thank you, Darious!

Mila: It would be an honour!

Darious: I'm glad you approve, Thomas and Mila.

Percy: It will take a bit of time to remember who my "best friend" really is.

Thomas: It seems like a pretty odd coincidence, doesn't it?

Darious: I strongly suspect that the coins... that they... well...

Thomas: That they want to be found?

Mila: And cure the world of hunger, regret, worry and misery?

Darious: What the... how did you know that?

Thomas: You told me and Mila the whole story. Like we said, Mila was your crewmate and Percy was my best friend.

Percy: So you say? But you still haven't provided me with any proof of your claims, haven't you? It could be a coincidental deception.

Thomas: That... is definitely a bit off-character for you to say, Percy. If someone said something like that to you, you'd be like "The wha?".

Percy: I'm not like that, aren't I?

Thomas: That's what I seem to remember. And Darious, you said to me and Mila that was your all-time favourite story as a child. Why would I go out of my way

to lie about that?

Darious: I told you it was my favourite story as a child?

Thomas: The most wonderful wizard? Yes, that one. You sure did. I was there. But I think it's best if we continue this conversation in your quarters.

Darious: If you insist, little Thomas.

*End of Scene 8*

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Scene 9:

*Scene changes to the Sodor search party at Bury Bolton Street Station on the East Lancashire Railway.*

Narrator: The next morning, me and Diesel's search party were staying at the East Lancashire Railway whilst on our big search party tour.

*The Sodor Engines are sitting at the platforms of Bury Bolton Street talking to Jimmy the Jinty No. 47324, Lanky the Class 27 No. 52322, Belson the Class 28 Co-Bo Diesel No. D5705 and

Gothenburg the MSC 0-6-0T Engine.*

Joey: ...and so that's how it's been. So you see, Jimmy. We've travelled a LONG way to find our friends who've been lost at sea.

Jimmy: Yes, I can see that. But how do you know where they are in the UK?

Diesel: That's easy. They're sailing on the Bristol Channel, Joey's homeplace is right near that sea.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): It's going to be a very long railtrip but it's going to be worth it.

Belson: Quite so, sir. But, brother... are you really sure you want to go out on the main line again? Us Metrovicks aren't as popular as we used to be.

BoCo: Oh, we'll be alright, Belson. It's only South West England they've gone to.

Belson: I suppose.

Lanky: I'm worried for my cousin, James. I hope he's doing alright, I shouldn't like to see his paint grubby.

Amy: I don't think anyone does, Lanky. But we're doing our best.

Sandy: We've tackled long trips like this before. We can definitely do it again!

Gothenburg: Well then, good luck if you need it.

Sandy: Couldn't agree more myself, Gothenburg.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Well then, thank you for letting us stay the night. We have to be on our way.

Joey: Oh, yes. Thanks for all your needs, guys. Really appreciate.

Jimmy: Don't mention it.

Gothenburg: Happy to help.

Belson: Be good!

*The search party depart for their next destination on finding the Steam Team.*

Diesel: So, Joey. If we can't find the steamies, what will be the last place we'll look before we give up hope?

Joey: I say we should look into Dartmouth. The engines there still need help with their work done.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Quite right, Joey. *turns to the other engines.* Alright, you lot. Get your pistons pumping and boilers bubbling. We've got some steam engines to find!

*The search party makes it way down the line in hopes to search for the Steam Team. Meanwhile, The Pirate's Fate is sailing out at sea with Thomas, Mila and Darious leading the bunch.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, out at sea. The Pirate Engines were making their way to find the eighth and final coin.

Thomas: So... where exactly have you taken us?

Darious: Why, we're in Woolacombe, of course! It might be the place we're looking for, Thomas. But it could just as easily be a trap, set by those eager to pilfer our coins. I'll go first, but perhaps the rest of you should hang back, just in case it's dangerous.

Thomas, you're coming with me.

Mila: If Thomas is going, I'm going!

Rourkie: Oi, that's not fair! I should come too!

Darious: Alright, I suppose I could use an extra set of hands. But the rest of you stay here with the coins

Thomas: Tam-Tam, could you handle the lot?

Tam-Tam: Who do you think you're talking to, darling?

Darious: *climbs into Thomas' cab.* Alright, crew. Let's move out!

*The ship docks near a library. Thomas, Darious, Mila and Percy disembark from the ship and enter the library. Just then, the librarian walks over to them.*

Librarian: Oh, uh... hello. I'm Indigo the... uh... librarian here.

Voice *whispers* Your name is Indigo Jack, we rehearsed this.

*Just then, a Furness K2 Larger Seagull pulls up. Like Thomas, he is also painted blue with red lining. But he doesn't have a number on the sides, but he is wearing glasses instead.*

Thomas: *whispers* Why... it can't be! Edward the Blue Engine, is that you?

Edward: *whispers* Of course, young chap. I'm Edward, the Librarian Engine. And this is the Library of Forbidden Knowledge. Please excuse Indigo Jack here, he's just a little bit *clears throat* preoccupied.

Indigo Jack: I do apologize. I've barely had time to get organzied after the last incident.

Rourkie: *whispers* What kind of incident?

Edward: *whispers* We've got a new magic mirror up there. It's capable of granting transports between different realities.

Darious: Different realities? What kind of a place is this?

Edward: *whispers* I just told you, sir. It's the Library of Forbidden Knowledge. The last little stop on mother Earth to your journey on finding those coins.

Indigo Jack: The place to see if you are worthy of them.

Edward: *whispers* You know, it's nearly closing time. Why don't you lot come back tomorrow? By then, things should be ready for you.

Thomas: *whispers* Alright, as you wish. We'll return to our ship for now. This will give us some more time, guys, to pick up where we left off earlier.

*Scene changes to inside the captain's quarters on the ship where Darious is talking to Mila, Percy and Thomas.*

Darious: Well, Thomas. Seeing Indigo just now confirms my most radical theory about those coins. You see... It's strange, for so many years, I've focused on the future. This future. But now that I'm

here, I find myself unable to ponder anything but the past. Will you two tell me more about who I really was? My crew?

Percy: And our friends?

Mila: Of course.

Darious: Oh, fantastic. I realize I must sound foolish to be so eager to reminisce.

Thomas: If I forgot my friends, I'd want to remember too.

Percy: It's more than that, being here all on our own. It's just... well... lonely. The thought that we might've been having long lost friends is kind of exciting.

Mila: Sounds a bit like Thomas.

Darious: Ah, yes. Thomas. Mila said you went through something similar, right? But you've found your crew, haven't you?

Thomas: That's true.

Percy: You know. I'm not really used to talking about these things with others. It's just so exhilarating. We must celebrate, should we have a whiskey?

Mila: If you like, help yourself, Percy!

Percy: Very well then! *opens a whiskey bottle.* To a brighter future! *drinks the whiskey. But suddenly, he chokes and falls to the ground.*

Thomas: OH MY GOD! PERCY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT? SPEAK TO ME! ARE YOU /SRS OR /J?

Percy: Avenge... me...

*Percy dies in Thomas' running board.*

Thomas: *starts bawling his eyes out.* NOOO! HE'S DEAD! HE WAS MY BESTEST FRIEND, AND NOW HE'S DEAD! *sobs* WHAT KIND

OF LIFE IS THIS?!

*Mila and Darious watch in shock.*

Mila: Oh my God...

Darious: That poor engine!

*Thomas charges out of the captain's quarters, wailing.*

Thomas: GUYS! I have bad news! It's Percy! He's... he's...

Rourkie: What's wrong, Thomas? Has something happened to him?

Mila: Yes, Rourkie! Percy's dead! He must've been poisoned!

Rugby: POISONED? Who would do such a thing?

Thomas: I don't know. It was just so cruel! He was the best engine I knew, AND NOW HE'S DEAD! *sobs* He was just starting to... I can't let this happen, I just can't. *sobs again.*

Mila: What can we do? We can't exactly turn back time, can we?

Stourport: Maybe not... but a different Thomas could.

Thomas: *stops crying* Wait... what? Did you say something, Stourport?

Stourport: I said maybe a different Thomas could turn back time.

Rourkie: What?

Thomas: Of course... Stourport! You've just given me an idea! Mila, Rourkie, you come with me! There's no time to waste!

*Scene changes to back at the Library of Woolacombe where Edward and Indigo Jack are just about to start locking up. Thomas, Mila and Rourkie eventually race into view.*

Thomas: EDWARD! INDIGO JACK!

Edward: Back so soon, old chap?

Indigo Jack: Didn't you hear us? We said come back tomorrow!

Thomas: Yes, we're not dumb. But besides that, the magic mirror that can transverse realities, Where is it?

Edward: Upstairs. Can't you look up and see it for yourselves? But you're not seriously thinking of...

*But before Edward can finish, Thomas, Mila and Rourkie race off to find the mirror.*

Edward: Oh dear... More trouble, I bet.

Indigo Jack: Wait...!

*Thomas, Mila and Rourkie are eventually standing near a mirror.*

Thomas: There it is, guys. The magic mirror.

Rourkie: Thomas, you have absolutely NO IDEA what's on the other side of that mirror. It could be dangerous.

Thomas: Guys, Darious and Percy had no idea what was inside this building. But they were willing to risk danger for the sake of all of us. Besides, Percy's only dead

because of what we did! Darious saved our lives...

Mila: Thomas is right. In fact, he once predicted that his life would be in my own hands.

Thomas: Indeed.

*Rourkie and Mila climb into Thomas' cab again.*

Thomas: Now then... here we go. *takes a deep breath.*

*Thomas steams into the mirror and disappears through a rippling effect. Whilst Thomas is steaming through a vortex, he hears some voices.*

Deep gruff male voice: So, what exactly did the librarian say about this thing?

Female voice: I don't know, something about different realities.

Higher teenage male voice: Something? Can't you be a bit more specific, dumbass?

Female voice: Well, that's all he could get out before you shot him.

Higher teenage male voice: I only shot him because you told me to.

Female voice: He struck me as "untrustworthy". I had the distinct impression he was about to harm us.

Deep gruff male voice: So, it was kill or be killed, eh? That's what I love about you, guys!

Female voice: I love you too.

*Just then, Thomas disappears through another vortex and finds himself in the library again, surrounded by a feline, a rabbit and a blue tank engine that oddly resemble Rourkie, Mila and Thomas.*

Rabbit: Who are these guys?

Feline: Looks like weirdos from outer space.

Tank Engine: Don't care, buckos! They could be a threat. Quick, shoot them!

Thomas: No... WAIT, I...!

*But before Thomas could reply. The engine, rabbit and feline shoot them, along with Rourkie and Mila. Thomas eventually wakes up to find he's in a field of clouds with Mila,

Rourkie and Percy looking at him.

Mila: Thomas! It's so good to see you!

Thomas: *groans and rubs his smokebox.* Oh no... am I dead? For real? *screams with rage.* I didn't want my life to end this way!

Percy: Yes, I can't quite say that the feeling is mutual!

Rourkie: What do you mean? You didn't want to see us?

Percy: It's not exactly that, it's just that... well, if my hunch is correct. Are you three... dead?

Thomas: Yes, as a matter of fact. The last thing I recall was that I got shot by a cat and a rabbit, and they weren't even Rourkie and Mila!

Mila: Wait... dead?! That means we're in... Uh oh!

*Just then, a space station pulls up with a sign that says "Behave for Orvia", a silhouette pulls out a microphone and speaks into it.*

Silhouette: Bring the tank engine to me!

Rourkie: You go on up there, Thomas!

Thomas: Wait... what? I...

*Just then, a mechanical arm comes down and picks up Thomas. But struggles getting him in as the space station hasn't fully opened its doors. As a result, the arm bashes Thomas on the sides

of the space station before fully opening the doors. When Thomas is inside the space station, he notices a brown squirrel waiting for him. Inside the space station are hundreds of monitors all showing

different things.*

Squirrel: Greetings, young Thomas.

Thomas: Let me guess. Orvia, right?

Orvia: Well, Olivia. But they f**ked it up on my birth certificate. I trust you're being good and having a good day?

Thomas: Yes, I established that. But what is all this? What are you doing up here?

Orvia: These monitors track and display all bad deeds around the Earth, and if I see something bad. *presses a button and destroys a gangster robbing an old lady* I destroy it, so the Earth can be good.

Thomas: But when you destroy the stuff... that's bad, right?

Orvia: Well, I... Shut up. Let's see what your friends said after you disappeared, shall we?

*A monitor shows Percy talking to Morgana.*

Morgana: *on monitor* What're you talking about, No. 6? It's been awesome not having them around here. I don't want to go back to those days, do you?

Percy: *on monitor* Well, he was always my best friend to me.

Thomas: Oh, Percy.

Percy: *on monitor* Then if you don't go and get him, then I will!

Thomas: Awwwww... Blast the first mate, slowly.

Orvia: They are being good, unlike you have! Observe!

*Monitor changes to past moments from Thomas' life, such as him teasing Gordon and constantly getting into accidents.*

Thomas: Oh, I remember this! *chuckles* This was back on the Island of Sodor. Cor, I looked so thin back then. *looks at the monitor.* Oh come on, he liked

it more than I did. And I craved it. Aww, man. Good times!

*Thomas turns back to Orvia.*

Thomas: You know, you really don't know what you have, until it leaves, because you chased it around with a ball-peen hammer, right?

Orvia: You are the meanest engine on the planet! A real A-hole! Underlined and bold!

Thomas: Well! *flips the bird.* F**k you and the ship you rode in on too!

Orvia: I imagine you've seen the lasers. *prepares to vaporize Thomas with her lazer guns* Would I be correct?

Thomas: So what? *lets off steam that reveals gold dust.* I've got on my gold dust.

*Orvia takes a sample of gold dust and looks at it.*

Orvia: Damn. Seems legit. Now then, take me to your friends.

*Thomas and Orvia go down in a lift. When it reaches the bottom, Thomas departs from the lift with Orvia on his footplate. Orvia jumps down and shakes Mila, Rourkie and Percy's hands.*

Orvia: Welcome to Heaven! I'm Olivia, but they f**ked up my birth certificate so I'm called Orvia. But it's a great pleasure to meet you all. We don't get many newcomers, you see.

Rourkie: We're in... heaven?

Orvia: That's right!

*Mila, Rourkie and Percy stay silent.*

Thomas: Yeah... we're dead. But it certainly seems like an empty place.

Orvia: Well, naturally. Most souls end up in hell. Like where your little tank engine friend is going shortly.

Thomas: Wait... what?

Rourkie: Jeez, hadn't thought of that. Is there anything to, you know, do in Heaven?

Orvia: That's for you to decide for yourselves.

Percy: When I died, I was in the middle of a conversation with Mila, Darious and Thomas. I'd like to pick up where Darious left off...

Rourkie: What were you talking about?

Percy: We were discussing the past, the version of it that most of us started off with. Thomas said we were once best friends. I wish I could remember that...

Orvia: Well then, your wish is my command.

Percy: Wait, what'd you mean?

Orvia: This is Heaven, remember? You want to see the original timeline of the past? I'm all too happy to show you.

Rourkie: Uhhh... are you sure that's a good idea?

Thomas: Rourkie, we're already dead. What's the worst that can happen?

Orvia: Alright then. Let's see some of Percy's past memories of being Thomas' best friend...

*Orvia opens up a book and a flash of blue smoke reveals a flashback of Percy's early arrival on Sodor, where Thomas, Edward and Percy are waiting for The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt)'s orders.*

Thomas: The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) sent for me. I expect he wants help!

Edward: Shhh, here he comes!

*The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) arrives.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Well done, Thomas! You've been quick. Listen, Henry, Gordon and James are sulking. They say they won't shunt like common tank engines. So I have shut them up

and I want you both to run the line for a while.

Thomas: Common Tank Engines? *scoffs* We'll show them!

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): And Percy here will help too.

Percy: Oh sir! Yes sir! Please sir!

*Scene changes to another flashback where Thomas is arriving at Knapford Harbour with Annie and Clarabel, a swarm of children emerge from the train and race down to the seaside.*

Percy: Hello, Thomas! You look cheerful. I wish I was taking children today instead of stone trucks.

Thomas: I am, Percy! They're the vicar's Sunday School and it's funny you should say that, because I'm busy this evening. But I've asked the Station Master if you could bring the children home.

Percy: Of course I can!

*Later, Percy is steaming into Elsbridge Station, all muddy from his experience with a flood.*

Percy: I promised! I promised!

*Percy steams into Elsbridge station where the passengers are cheering for him. Thomas is waiting for him on the other platform.*

Thomas: Well done, Percy! You kept your promise despite everything!

*Scene changes to another flashback where Thomas and Percy are squabbling at Ffarquhar Sheds.*

Percy: Don't be frightened, Thomas. It's only me!

Thomas: Your ugly fizz is enough to frighten anyone. You're like...

Percy: Ugly indeed, I'm...

Thomas: A green caterpillar with red stripes, you crawl like one too!

Percy: I don't!

Thomas: You do! And who's been late every afternoon this week?

Percy: It's the hay!

Thomas: I can't help that, time's time and The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) relies on me to keep it. I can't if you crawl in the hay 'til all hours.

Percy: Grrrr, green caterpillar indeed.

*Percy storms off in a huff. Scene changes to a final flashback where Thomas is at Dryaw station with the mail train, talking to Percy.*

Thomas: Thank goodness, I have a chance to speak to you. Driver said that the person in charge of the post has complained to The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) about the delay last night.

Percy: But that wasn't my fault.

Thomas: I know and so does The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt), but this post person wouldn't listen. So tonight, we'll just have to be quicker than ever before.

*Just then, Harold the Helicopter flies into view.*

Harold: I say, you two. There's news flying about.

Percy: Where?

Harold: All over the place. They're going to scrap the post train and use me instead! Wings work wonders you know, always! *flies away.*

Thomas: Rubbish...

*Scene changes back to Percy, who's been watching the whole thing.*

Percy: Wow... I seem to remember now. I'm not a first mate, I'm a small engine! I must've doubted you, Thomas. Something must've altered our past and made us forget about each other.

Thomas: I told you so. Now, what about the time we have our first encounter at the tavern in Watchet?

Orvia: Alright.

*Orvia opens up the book and another flash of blue smoke reveals the Dread Pirates and Steam Team engines entering the tavern.*

Thomas: Ummmm... Darious. Are you SURE this is the right place?

Darious: I gurantee you, Thomas. The Hook and Sword is the best pub that us Dread Pirates have ever been to.

Gordon: Are you sure? I've been to a much BETTER pub than that.

Edward: Oh please, Gordon. Don't you start about Joe's...

Gordon: I WASN'T GONNA SAY THAT! God... why does everyone think I'm talking about Joe's?

Mila: Anywho, I'm quite confident that somebody here might know the location of the treasure. But we can't be too cavalier about ascertaining its whereabouts.

Percy: You're the one to talk...

Darious: The last thing we want is another crew learning about this and creating competition, is that clear?

Thomas: Erm... I don't see any other pirates around here. But I understand what you mean.

Darious: Excellent, Now then all of you. Just try and act naturally and see what you can find.

Thomas: Yeah, what Darious said. And as for you, Gordon, Henry, Toby and Duck. I DON'T want you getting drunk on the booze and vomiting in each other's throats like you usually do.

Toby: Now WHY would we do that, Thomas? Me and the boys have been staying sober since this whole pirate stowaway-thingy began.

Duck: Toby's right. In fact, I heard the West Somerset line goes through Watchet. I even asked one of the engines for directions to Dartmouth.

*Scene changes back to the gang, who're watching the whole thing.*

Percy: Extraordinary! I even look different! And Mila, you almost look the same.

Mila: Darious' theories were right, Percy. These coins can change people, if not engines too.

Percy: So this was our crew...

Rourkie: Hey, if we're seeing all of Mila's friends, where am I?

Thomas: Ummm... Rourkie? It's hard to explain, but...

Rourkie: Not now, Thomas. I've got to see myself, I'm here, right? Show me!

Orvia: Not to worry, you're coming up shortly.

*Another flash of blue smoke reveals Rourkie, Mary and Brock coming into the tavern.*

Abbigail: Oh no, it's him!

Thomas: What? Who's him?

Mila: Him who?

Abbigail: Just get down and stay quiet.

Thomas: But we only still haven't...

*But before Thomas could finish answering. Mary and Brock enter the tavern, following behind a fearsome pirate named Rourkie.*

Mila: Rourkie...

Rourkie: Abby, Abby, Abby... and Mila. Why so glum? You know how I feel about long faces.

Abbigail: Rourkie, why are you here? I already paid up for this month.

Rourkie: Oh, I know. Dealing with pirates just keeps getting more and more dangerous, doesn't it?

*Scene changes back to the Rourkie watching the whole thing.*

Rourkie: My God... But I'm friends with Mila and Thomas, right?

Thomas: I wouldn't say that...

*Another flash of blue smoke reveals Rourkie about to "test" Thomas and Mila.*

Rourkie: Mary, why isn't Kitty and Steamboy wearing a blindfold?

Mary: And where is Steamboy?

*Suddenly, the gang notice Thomas about to dive off the port of the ship.*

Thomas: I DON'T WANNA LIVE ON THIS WORLD ANYMORE!

*Thomas dives off the ship's port but is immediately caught by the ship's derricks, operated by Brock.*

Brock: Nice try, Thomas. Boss says you need to do this demonstration whether you like it or not,

Thomas: What demonstration?

*Later, Thomas and Mila are blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs, Mila is also stripped of her clothes, leaving only her underwear.*

Thomas: I don't understand what this is all about. Brock? Mary? I need you to be my eyes and ears, where am I and what is this?

Brock: Oh, just a little demonstration, Thomas. You won't feel a thing.

Thomas: Won't feel a wha-?

*But before Thomas can reply, Mary gets out a rope and whips Thomas on his bunker.*

Thomas: OOUCH! Oh, I felt something.

*Scene changes back to the Rourkie, horrified at what he witnessed.*

Rourkie: Oh my God... No! NO! I was a villain?! *sighs* Mary was right and so were the Pirate Engines! Orvia, do you have a memory of me being good?

Orvia: Sorry, Rourkie. I can't find one. Across every reality, every timeline, every choice you could've ever made. You were never good.

Thomas: Don't listen to her, Rourkie. You've changed. You're a good friend now, aren't you?

Rourkie: *sighs* No, Thomas. I'm not. Orvia's right. I've never been good and I never will be.

Mila: What do you mean?

Rourkie: *groans* There's no use in me pretending anymore. If you can replay the past, you'll find out eventually. Orvia, please replay... Five minutes before Darious died.

*Another flash of blue smoke reveals Rourkie sneaking into the captain's quarters on the ship.*

Rourkie: You think you can steal Mila and Thomas from me, Darious? They're my friends, I can't let that happen. *pours a poison inside a whiskey bottle and makes a quiet, evil laugh.*

*Scene changes back to the Thomas, Mila and Percy, shocked at what he witnessed.*

Thomas: IT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE TIME?!

Orvia: Of course it was, he's stupid!

Rourkie: Well, yes. Jackie's death earlier? That was me too! She kept threatening to take me back to the castle and nobody liked me there. But you two, Thomas and Mila. You liked me, despite who I used to be.

Somehow, you were my only friends. I cared more about being liked than being good. I was willing to do anthing to keep having friends like you. Even murder... But it was all for nothing. Now you'll hate me forever... again.

In fact, this place might as well be hell.

Orvia: Might as well be? Oh, Rourkie. It took you long enough to figure that out, didn't it?

Rourkie: Wait... what?

Orvia: Where do you think we really are?

*Orvia snaps her fingers and in an instant, the clouds all become fire and the Heaven setting is now Hell.*

Orvia: Welcome to Hell, motherf**kers! *laughs evily*

Thomas: YOU B***H! YOU TRICKED US!

Percy: Why the deception?

Orvia: Because, young Percy. I wanted dear Rourkie to confess. It was the most deliciously painful way I could think of. Now that you call know

who each other really are, we can begin.

Mila: Begin?

Orvia: I'll be conducting a little questionaire, more like a contest, really. Whoever comes in last place has to stay here with me, whilst the other three

ger to return to their mortal realms.

Percy: You expect us to wager our souls in your little game?

Orvia: Of course, unless one of you wants to forfeit, of course.

Rourkie: Very well, I'll do it.

Orvia: Oh... er... that's a joke, right?

Rourkie: No... I'll forfiet. You can keep me here. I don't deserve to live. Mila, Thomas and Percy can return to the moral realm.

Thomas: What? Why, Rourkie?

Orvia: Wow, sacrificing yourself to save someone else? Seems quite out of character for you. But as we've established, Rourkie. You don't have

a selfless bone in your body, do you?

Rourkie: No, I don't. But that doesn't mean I'm not being selfless. There was nothing I wanted more than to be liked. I wanted to be friends, Mila and Thomas.

But that's impossible now... At least, this way, when you think of me, instead of me as a killer and a coward. You'll also have to remember that I saved your lives.

Orvia: Now that's more like it. That's the Rourkie I know and love.

Rourkie: You... love me? Why?

Orvia: This is Hell, you're the most deliciously evil person I've ever met! Why wouldn't I love ya?

Rourkie: I didn't think about it like that.

Orvia: *strokes Rourkie's chin.* Oh yeah, you and me are going to have lots of fun. But first, let's say goodbye to your friends, particularly Thomas.

Rourkie: My friends?

Mila: Goodbye, Rourkie.

Thomas: No... wait!

*But before Thomas can reply, he, Mila and Percy are sucked out through a vortex and back outside the Library of Forbidden Knowledge where Darious is waiting for them.*

Darious: There you are! I was so worried about you! You mysteriously disappeared and never came back.

Thomas: Well, it's a long story, Darious.

*Just then, Indigo Jack walks up to the four.*

Indigo Jack: Excellent work, you've far exceeded our expectations.

Percy: Wait... were you watching, somehow?

*Edward pulls up.*

Edward: In a manner of speaking, more like reading.

Thomas: Reading?

Indigo Jack: Ever since you stepped inside this building for the first time, you've been trapped inside one of these books. It was a test of your character.

Percy: So... I never died? Heaven and Hell, they're...

Indigo Jack: They were only chapters in this book here.

Mila: But what about Rourkie?

Edward: I'm sorry to say this, but Rourkie is trapped inside the book FOREVER.

Thomas: WHAT?! Oh no, this is terrible. I've got to get back to the ship and let the crew know what's happened!

*Just then, the Pirate Engines arrive.*

Odney Manor: What happened, Thomas?

Indigo Jack: Now that you have all the coins, and you've passed the final test. There's nothing else for you to do but gather our coins. place them here

and change the world!

Percy: Change the world, but how?

Indigo Jack: Hey! That's for you to decide for yourselves. It's your money, isn't it? But if you need those coins to save your friend, then so be it!

Thomas: But, I...

Indigo Jack: What I said, farewell...

*Indigo Jack vanishes in a puff of smoke.*

Brock: I still don't get it. Mila said that Rourkie's trapped in a book somewhere!

Mila: Well, that's what Indigo Jack said...

Hither Green: That sounds awfully lonely. Should we go visit him?

Tam-Tam: You want to take a trip to Hell and back, darling? Oh sure, what could possibly go wrong?

Thomas: But first, we've got to decide what to do with those coins.

Darious: Well, I've got a score to settle with them. First, they've robbed me of my memory of my closest friends, along with my awareness of who my enemies are.

Who knows how many other friends I've forgotten? Or how many other deadly enemies are lurking behind a grinning facade? We must have the ability to see the past, as well as these alternate

realities, we must know the truth! I need to find out who these Dread Pirates are.

Thomas: And I need to rescue the Steam Team!

Tam-Tam: Nobody likes the truth in the clear light of day, darlings. Ignorance is bliss. That's why people and engines who are lied to only get upset when they find out.

Darious: Well, Tam-Tam. If it wasn't for blind, dumb luck... I wouldn't have lived long enough to find out. Rourkie would've poisoned me in this world, rather than the book.

Rugby: Alright, so we could go with Darious' plan here and know it all... OR we could stop people like Rourkie from going bad in the first place.

Darious: And how would you do that? Rob them of their free will?

Tam-Tam: No, we'd rob them of their boredom.

Darious: So you're saying... Rourkie's maniacal ways stemmed from boredom?

Tam-Tam: People only let evil consume them when they feel aimless and desperate. If you can find your passion, that will consume you. Why would you need to be evil?

Darious: I wouldn't let these coins be used for mere entertainment, when I could haver the chance to find my old friends again.

Odney Manor: Why don't we have a little vote? Should we help people find fulfullment, or spy into their souls and reveal their darkest secrets to prying eyes?

King Edward I: That's hardly a fair description of...

Brock: Uhh, I'm with Odney Manor and Tam-Tam on this one.

Mary: Me too.

Darious: What about you, Thomas? Whose plan has your vote?

Thomas: Ummm... I... er... *gulps* I don't know...

Odney Manor: Is something the matter, Thomas?

Thomas: *sighs* You guys have been real nice to me and I really appreciate that. But as time has been going, I've been helping to complete Darious' mission, but at the same time... I've been losing friends both old and new on this voyage. I think I need some time to think.

*Thomas steams off, looking a little bit miserable.*

Tam-Tam: What's up with him?

Percy: He looks like he's seen some s**t.

Mila: I'll check on him. He's been through alot.

*Mila follows Thomas away from the library. Scene changes to Thomas sitting on Woolacombe beach, thinking about what Orvia and Indigo Jack have said. The thoughts

go around his smokebox.*

Orvia: *fantasy* Of course it was, he's stupid!

Indigo Jack: *fantasy* But if you need those coins to save your friend, then so be it!

*Thomas sighs a deep sigh. Mila finds him all alone.*

Mila: Thomas, Are you okay?

Thomas: I'm having an ethical crisis here, Mila. I don't think I can do this. Changing the world without saving my friend?

Man, sometimes God just gives us challenges we just can't accept. You know what I mean? I honestly feel like I don't deserve to be the number one engine I thought I'd be.

Mila: *sighs* It's okay, Thomas. I understand. But look on the bright side, we've managed to make it this far. And it's all thanks to you. Not even Darious

and Rourkie would've been able to accomplish something so amazing without your help. I mean, sure. You may have lost friends along the way, but you've proven yourself to

be the most loyal, bestest treasure hunter in all of South West England. And if that isn't love, then I don't know what is! We Became What You Sought, and if that's

what we've been, that's who we are!

*Thomas looks at Mila and smiles.*

Thomas: You know, Mila. You're right! I promised Darious and Rourkie I'd help find their treasure, and I will do it again!

Mila: *pats Thomas on his bufferbeam.* There's a good engine, we knew we could count on you.

*Thomas plucks up courage, takes a deep puff, gets a head full of steam, blows his whistle and sets off back to the library where the others are waiting.*

Foxcote Manor: Are you okay, Thomas? Any plans?

Ditcheat Manor: What are we going to do about ol' Rourkie?

King Edward I: And me, for that matter?

Thomas: Guys... I've made up my mind. Before we try and save the world. I think we should rescue Rourkie!

*The Pirate Engines gasp in shock.*

Darious: After what he's done? Come now, be serious, Thomas!

Thomas: I AM serious! Rourkie never wanted to be evil. He just wanted love and attention, much like me in fact! *gets out a coin from his running board.* I'm not just going to use these

coins to change the world. I'm using them to SAVE MY FRIENDS. Wait for me and Mila until we return.

Mila: Can we be sure that we WILL return, Thomas?

Thomas: Of course we can, Mila! It's not Hell! It's only a book! How bad can it be?

Mila: Alright, suit yourself.

*Thomas places the coin around his smokebox and gets out his gold dust.*

Thomas: Right then, one coin and a tub full of gold dust. I'm going to go where no pirate engine has ever gone before. Here goes!

*Thomas blows his whistle and in a instant, he disappears in a cloud of gold dust.*

Percy: There goes the bravest engine who ever lived...

*The Pirate Engines all salute for Thomas.*

*End of Scene 9*

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Scene 10:

*Scene changes back in Hell, where Thomas and Mila appear via a cloud of gold dust.*

Thomas: Hello? Rourkie?

*Just then, Orvia shows up.*

Orvia: Oh, it's you again. Why'd you bother to show up? Oh, I get it. You wanted to gloat about Rourkie's misfortune, right?

Thomas: No, as a matter of fact. Me and Mila wanted to see what we can do to get Rourkie out of here.

Orvia: Oh, darn. That's not good.

Mila: It's not? You mean, there's no way to save him?

Voice: Oh yes, there is!

*Just then, Rourkie shows up and climbs into Thomas' cab.*

Thomas: Rourkie! I'm so glad you're okay!

Mila: Yes indeed, but what do you mean?

Rourkie: Well, Orvia offered me a little bet as soon as you left. She said if you ever came back for me, she'd let me go.

Orvia: Yeah... I thought he'd be disappointed every day for eternity. What delightful torture that would've been. You really ruin everything, you know that?

Thomas: Ruining things is what I do for a living. But we can still leave, right?

Orvia: Uh... yeah. A deal's a deal!

Thomas: Okay!

*Thomas blows his whistle and, in an instant, he, Mila and Rourkie disappear in a cloud of gold dust. Orvia watches them and sighs with satisfaction.*

Orvia: Another satisfied customer...

*Meanwhile, Thomas, Mila and Rourkie have returned back outside the Library of Forbidden Knowledge.*

Rourkie: Oh, Thomas and Mila. I can't thank you enough. You really are my saviours. I'll try and be a good person from now on, I promise. I don't want to go to Hell again when I die!

Thomas: Actually, Rourkie, about that...

Rourkie: I won't poison anybody, I swear. I won't do anything to harm anyone. Now that I know what the stakes are, I know I can be good.

Mila: Okay...

*Just then, Indigo Jack walks up.*

Indigo Jack: So, have you two decided what to do with the coins?

Rourkie: Yes, we want to be good and right the past wrongs!

Mila: Speaking of past wrongs, I know someone who you wronged in the past. Someone Darious and I both want to find. Morgana! Let's find her.

Rourkie: You mean the batgirl, right?

Thomas: Yep, her!

Indigo Jack: What an interesting choice! You can see what you desire in the mirror.

Thomas: So, where is Morgana now?

Edward: Come...

*Thomas looks into the portal, followed by Edward, Rourkie, Mila and Indigo Jack. It isn't long before Thomas is in a place he recognizes.*

Mila: I know this place, that's Weston-Super-Mare!

Thomas: Anyway, let's gather up the crew and tell them.

*Thomas steams back to the ship with the others following. When he arrives, he finds 57646 and 57647 taking boxes for the ship. Holly and Henry are outside waiting for them.*

Thomas: Oh, it's you guys again! I didn't think I'd see you!

57646: Yep, lad. We just had a call from a Captain Darious saying we were part of your crew at one point and he needs us here.

57647: Apparently, we heard all these "coins" have been gathered.

Thomas: Well, yes! They have. *turns to Henry* Henry, how come your wife isn't with you?

Henry: She's dead.

Thomas: Let me guess, her neck got slit?

Henry: Nope, breast cancer.

Thomas: Oh...

*Thomas steams onto the ship and blows his whistle.*

Thomas: Engines! Raise the anchor. We've got someone to see, all the way up at Weston-Super-Mare!

Percy: Why?

Mila: Trust us, Percy. You'll understand...

*The ship sails its way towards Weston-Super-Mare and it isn't long before the gang find themselves at the harbour.*

Thomas: Alright, gang. Let's split up. Darious, keep an eye on the ship and make sure our visitors are safe. Mary, Odney Manor and Rugby, check the tavern. Mila, Rourkie, Percy, King Edward I, you're coming with me.

*Thomas and Percy steam off to find Morgana, with Mila and Rourkie on their footplates. King Edward I follows.*

Thomas: Remember guys. Because of those changes in our timelines, she probably won't remember who we are. She'd probably be an entirely different person than the girl in that memory.

Rourkie: If she's an entirely different person, how will you recognize her?

Thomas: That's a good question, Rourkie. I hadn't thought of that...

*But suddenly, Thomas falls into an open manhole cover and into some sewers. King Edward I stops.*

King Edward I: Oh dear... you probably must've forgotten they have manholes over the roads.

Thomas: Ugh, she probably wouldn't recognize us with sewage all over us.

Mila: That c**p looks like the hamburger I ate the other day!

Rourkie: Alot of people here seem to love corn!

*Thomas struggles to get out of the manhole, but it's no use. Just then, a Peckett W4 chuffs by and notices Thomas. The Peckett is painted in a purplish pink livery, but she has an emblem saying that WSM Plumbers on her sides. She is also wearing a sort of plumbing hat.*

Peckett: 'Ello, what do we 'ave here then? His royal highness and a toad in the hole? Don't worry, sir. I'll get you out in a jiffy!

*The Peckett pulls Thomas out from the open sewage cover.*

Thomas: Thanks, I really appreciate it... Chloe? Is that you?

Peckett: Yes, how'd you know my name?

Thomas: How'd you think?

Chloe: Sorry, sir. I don't seem to know you.

Thomas: It's fine, our timelines have changed. I'm already finding a friend here already and King Edward I is assisting me.

Chloe: Okie-dokie, guv'na. Keep your tricorn on the way there! I've got me some unclogging to do. Mind how you go, your majesty. *tips her hat.*

King Edward I: I say, what a charmingly young and friendly engine.

*Thomas and King Edward I puff away to find James, whilst Chloe starts work on unclogging the manhole.*

Mila: Since when did Chloe work for a plumbing company?

Thomas: That's news to me. Now... let's find Morgana.

*Just then, the engines hear a familiar whistle.*

King Edward I: Do you hear that?

Mila: Hear what?

Percy: The whistle?

Thomas: Yes, that whistle. It sounded like...

*The whistle sounds again.*

Thomas: Of course! That's James' whistle! He must be there too!

*Thomas blows his whistle to catch James' attention.*

Thomas: James! James!

*Thomas sees James, who's now a rail traffic policeman on duty. Morgana is on his footplate.*

James: 'Ello, stranger. Don't recall seeing you around before.

Morgana: Are you kidding, buddy? I know exactly who this guy is!

Thomas: You do? That's surprising, actually? You see, you and I...

Morgana: Not you, him! King Edward I, right? I recognized you from your official portrait.

King Edward I: Yep, that's me! I don't recall having a portrait but I'm sure it makes me look good.

James: Oh, never mind that! I've got all sorts of questions to ask you. Is it true that the royal bloodline is tainted by inbreeding?

King Edward I: Ummm... well... technically, no. Although it's not for a lack of trying.

James: Really? Well, if that's the case.

Thomas: If I may intervene, James. We didn't show up for no reason. We came to find Morgana and you. You're long lost friends of ours.

Morgana: Is that so? I just so happen to be looking for a long-lost someone too. I'm a detective working on a missing person's case, you see. And James here is a high-

ranking police officer. In case you haven't heard, the wife of a noble aristocrat has just... vanished.

Rourkie: Ah, so it would be a good deed if we helped you solve the case, right?

James: Hey! Agent James and the Great Detective Morgana don't need any help, thank you very much. Although, having a king around might make people

more likely to answer my questions. So... sure, you can accompany us if you'd like.

Thomas: Alright, just follow us back to the ship and tell us everything you know.

*Thomas blows his whistle and makes his way back to the ship, James and King Edward I follow him. Scene changes to Thomas, King Edward I and James outside the ship with Percy, Mila and Rourkie. Morgana

and James are also there, talking to Breena.*

James: So, ma'am. Did you see anything unusual last night?

Breena: Well, me and my co-worker Toby saw the wreckage of a ship. Near some rocky embankments. Pretty far from the coastline.

Morgana: Aha, they must've been attacked.

Breena: Attacked?

Morgana: The attacker waited until their target was near the rocks, so that anybody who came across the wreckage would assume it was an accident.

James: Oh, it must've been the perfect crime.

Thomas: Did you say your co-worker was called "Toby"?

Breena: Yes.

Thomas: So, he's like, a wooden-bodied steam tram with cowcatchers and sideplates?

Breena: That's right. He's my co-worker.

Mila: Of course, Toby the Tram Engine! He's one of Thomas' friends.

Breena: A friend of yours, you said?

Percy: Exactly, Thomas told me about how the three of us engines used to work on his so-called "branch line".

Rourkie: Besides that, I wonder why the attacker didn't target us, since we just sailed past that same route?

Morgana: Come on. You stick to what you know, and I'll stick to being a detective.

*Just then, Darious and Odney Manor disembark from the ship.*

Darious: Did I hear that there might be a pirate patrolling these waters?

James: You got it, sir.

Mila: Darious, Odney Manor. We want you to meet Morgana and James.

Darious: Morgana, we onced served together. We were shipmates and friends.

Morgana: Really? Now this really is amazing. Running into two long-lost friends on the same day. What are the odds?

Darious: Well... er... In any case, I'll be happy to take my ship and scour the waters for you. If there's a pirate out there, we'll find them and take care of them. I'll take Brock, Tam-Tam, Rugby

and Stourport with me.

*Darious boards the ship again with Odney Manor. Rourkie turns to the others.*

Rourkie: Sending out muscles to fight pirates? Reminds me of my old days...

James: Yeah.. there's a merchant that me and Morgana want to talk to. Hopefully, they'll have more information about this whole thing.

*Thomas, James and the Pirate Engines pull into a antique shop. A butterfly is talking to an LNER Gresley A1 Class, painted in a blue livery with red lining

and a GNR Stirling Single class painted in an emerald green livery. Thomas and Percy suddenly recognize the two engines.*

Thomas: Wait a minute... I know these guys. You're Gordon and Emily!

*The two engines notice Thomas and pull up to him.*

Gordon: Yes, we're Gordon and Emily alright.

Emily: How'd you know our names?

Butterfly: That shouldn't be a hassle, darlings. Hello, I'm Mori, what can I do for you?

Percy: Thomas recognizes your workers.

Mori: You must know them by reputation, I suppose. I've got a thing for cheeky little faces. And yours... let's just say I remember it quite well.

Thomas: You do? But I've never even been here before...

Mila: Thomas, I bought the necklace here.

Mori: That necklace? Let me see... *takes the coin from Mila's chest.* Yes, I remember that one. Of course I sold it to you, young fella. Milena Jane Volkenfox, A skinny bitty little kitty whom I've known for a long while. *tickles Mila's cheek.*

Thomas: Yes, that's her, alright. She's just... purely almost unchanged a little, that's all.

James: Perhaps your other customers have also changed into different species, right? Maybe that's why you didn't recognize Tala.

Mila: Now what makes you say I've changed, James? Mori wouldn't change me. It was Circe.

James: Who?

Thomas: Oh never mind, I'll explain everything once we solve all this...

Mori: I already told you, James. I don't know anything about this Tala fellow. I've never seen her in here before.

*Just then, King Edward I pulls up with Rourkie beside him.*

Rourkie: Thomas, this isn't going to work...

Mori: Oh, who's your big friend here? He looks adorably brave.

Rourkie: Please watch your tongue. This engine happens to be King Edward I.

King Edward I: Oh, Rourkie, please! If this delightful lady wants to pay me a compliment. Let her, who are we to stop her? *turns to Mori.* Now, could you please

tell us anything you know about "Tala"?

Mori: Alright, your majesty. If you insist. Well, a couple of days ago, someone did come by, looking for all of Mr. Danforth's things. A giant snake woman, she was mighty interested in that necklace.

Mila: Wait, are you saying that the necklace you sold to me... used to belong to that missing woman?

Mori: Sure did, Mila. Quite a lot of her things were pawned here, right around the time she went missing.

Morgana: So the snake kidnapped her... *writes in her notebook.* Then she decided to make some quick cash by dumping her stuff before heading out of town.

James: So, where'd she go?

Emily: We don't know, sorry.

James: Bother, another dead end!

Morgana: I guess we better go to our employer's home. Let her know the bad news. Mr. Danforth's having a party tonight and he was hoping I'd be able to find her before then.

Thomas: You're right then. Let's move out.

*Thomas and the engines leave the antique shop. Gordon and Emily look on.*

Gordon: Good luck, guys. I hope you solve the mystery sooner or later.

Emily: Be brave!

*Scene changes to a manor house where Thomas, Percy, James, King Edward I, Mila, Rourkie and Morgana are inside.*

Rourkie: We're sorry we couldn't help you solve the case...

King Edward I: Yes, we did everything we could, even flirt with that unattractive woman.

Mila: Er... okay?

James: Mori? *scoffs* She wasn't so bad, was she?

Rourkie: Well, no. I suppose not. And I really shouldn't insult people, but I'm trying to good and all. It's just that, you see. I'm already...

*Just then, Foxcote Manor and Mary arrive.*

Foxcote Manor: Aha, Rourkie! Mila! Thomas! There you guys are! I've been all over the area, but I can't find Morgana anywhere.

King Edward I: She's right in front of you, Foxcote Manor.

Morgana: Why are so many people looking for me today? Was it because I changed my soap?

Mary: That can't be Morgana. She looks so... different.

Thomas: Compared to what's happened to us, Mary. I'd say she looks remarkably similar.

*Just then, Jade pulls up with Leeko on her footplate.*

James: Who's this? Another long lost friend?

Jade: Not as far as we know. Though me and Leeko have met your companions before. Good to see you again, your majesty.

Thomas: What are you doing in these parts, Jade and Leeko?

Leeko: Why, Jade and I are delivering pies for Mr. Danforth's party.

Morgana: Cor, pies? I love pies! Any chance I could steal a little slice?

Jade: Sorry, ma'am. But they're for invited guests only. Mr. Danforth ordered exactly one pie for each guest.

King Edward I: Wait... did she say there was one pie per guest?

James: Yeah, those lucky b******s. They each get a whole pie!

Rourkie: Morgana, James, do you know who was invited to this party?

James: Alright, let me see... *gets out his notebook.* We had Montague, Bulliver, Flavious, Beaumont, Sinclair, Aristophanes, Clairment, Duchamp,

Sylas and Sully.

Mila: Where are you going with this, Rourkie?

Rourkie: Well, that's about ten guests, plus Mr. Danforth himself. Morgana, can you please count up the pies?

Morgana: Let's see... onetwothreefourfivesixeseveneightnineten... Eleven pies. Yeah, that's about right.

King Edward I: But you said Mr. Danforth was hoping to find his wife in time for this party. If he really thought she might be found, wouldn't he have ordered twelve pies?

James: What are you saying, your majesty? That he had so little faith in me he knew me and Morgana couldn't find her?

King Edward I: No... I'm saying it could be worse. He might've KILLED HER! That's how he knew she'd never be found, that's why he only ordered eleven pies.

Besides, what kind of man hosts a party when his wife is missing anyway?

Morgana: Yeah... I think the king is right. Totally right! This is terrible!

Rourkie: Well, we solved the mystery, didn't we? Why aren't you happy?

James: Because we're lousy detectives! You were on this case for two hours and you solved it... *clicks fingers.* like that! Me and Morgana couldn't figure it out for a week!

Foxcote Manor: I know what will cheer you up. Why not we have some of those pies you were so interested in? Why should a murderer and his so-called posh friends get to indulge, when you

can always just enjoy yourself?

Mary: And we get to watch...

Morgana: Alright, I suppose a little bite wouldn't hurt.

*Morgana eats a pie, and James eats another.*

James: Oh, man. This is pretty good!

*Just then, a distinguished mouse and GWR 5700 Pannier Tank come racing out to stop Morgana and James. The mouse and pannier tank happen to be Mr. Danforth and Montague (who's

an alter-ego of Duck)!*

Montague: Stop right there, you criminal scum!

Mr. Danforth: You monstrous beast! Those pies are for invited guests only!

James: *mouthful* You're a cold blooded killer and you call me that? We'll show you a monster..

*James and Morgana keep the eating the pies.*

King Edward I: Errm... fellas. I don't mean to...

James: Shut up, we're eating!

*James and Morgana continue eating the pies. But they're suddenly gaining lots of weight.*

Percy: But James... and Morgana, you're... you're...

Morgana: Can't talk, eating! You think the great detective and agents Morgana and James would let you get away with it?

James: You thought you'd be laughing it up with your rich friends, eating your heart out, whilst little ol' me went hungry. *grabs Mr. Danforth by his coat.* Think again, you've got a lot to learn, little man!

Morgana: You killed your wife and tried to use me to cover your tracks!

James: You were trying to poison your guests with your pies, including us! Now look at me! *barfs* I've got diabetes and obesity 'cos of you!

Mr. Danforth: I did no such thing! My wife ran away!

Thomas: *whistles* Morgana! James! We can just have him arrested, can't we?

Morgana: Why? He's too rich for this town's justice. I should bake him into one of these pies.

Rourkie: Oh my f**king God, this is all my fault! I just wanted to do something good for Morgana! But now I've ruined her life, just like I did before. *sobs*

Mr. Danforth: Yes, I didn't want to tell anyone this, but... *sighs* What happened to you just now, that's what happened to my wife. She turned into a giant snake. I tried locking her away

and she escaped. That's why she ran away.

Montague: Beg pardon, but that's why we made an oath to keep it a secret, sir. Mr. Danforth's been going through a lot since his wife was transformed into a snake and he didn't want anyone to know about it.

Mila: A snake woman! Just like what Mori said! He might be telling the truth!

James: He's a known liar! I would've believed him even if a snake woman burst down the door right now.

*Just then, a loud crash is heard and a giant snake enters the building with a GWR 1400 riding behind her. The giant snake happens to be Tala and the 14xx is actually Bulliver (Who's actually an

alter-ego of Oliver)*

Tala: Good evening, husband. I trust we're not too late for the party! I've brought Bulliver over.

Bulliver: Hi!

*Thomas and the pirates look at each other in concern. Thomas rubs his smokebox.*

Thomas: I think I'm gonna need a lie down...

*End of Scene 10*

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Scene 11:

*Scene changes to the town square where Darious is talking to Thomas and the pirate gang.*

Darious: I found Tala in this cave, whilst inspecting the area that was supposed to be patrolled by pirates. She explained everything.

Thomas: Good thing you arrived when you did. I'm worried about James and Morgana.

Darious: Don't be concerned, Thomas. I talked with Morgana and I think she'll make a fine officer aboard my ship!

Mila: You really are recruiting Morgana? Just like old times...

Darious: Speaking of old times, I met someone else in that cave. A woman named Jackie. Wasn't that the name of the woman Rourkie confessed to killing?

Thomas: What the... JACKIE'S ALIVE?!

Mila: Either way, Rourkie's going to be quite happy to hear about that, but where is he?

Darious: I'm not sure, I haven't seen him since we left Danforth's mansion.

Thomas: I probably have to get to the ship. Come on, Mila.

Mila: Okay, Thomas.

*Thomas steams off back to the harbour where he and Mila find Rourkie and King Edward I boarding the Pirate's Fate.*

Rourkie: Thomas, Mila. We're leaving, Me and King Edward I have to go back to Kittering Castle, it's where we belong. I was hoping, we wouldn't have to say goodbye.

Mila: If you don't want to say goodbye, don't leave.

King Edward I: We have to, young Mila...

*Just then, the engines and pirates arrive.*

Darious: Rourkie, you're leaving?

Rourkie: Yes, me and King Edward I must do what we're made to do. Survive.

King Edward I: Rourkie's right. You're probably better off without him, he's a bad person and he always will be, he realized that now.

Darious: No, you're not. That's what I came to tell you. I found Jackie, alive. You didn't kill anyone. In fact, she even gathered her own royal crew.

Rourkie: Well... *chuckles* I'm glad to hear that. But look what I've done since I came here. Every time I tried to do something good, it just blew up in my face.

Thomas: Oh, Rourkie. Being good doesn't mean you get it right every time. Being good means you try hard.

Mila: And the fact that you even feel guilty about what happened means that your heart is in the right place. I'm sure you won't be going to Hell, Rourkie.

Rourkie: Yeah... about that, Mila. I knew that the Hell we experienced wasn't real and I knew it was just a book.

Thomas: You do? Who told you, was it Mary? Edward? Indigo Jack?

King Edward I: Actually, Thomas... it was Tam-Tam.

Mila: Tam-Tam? But she always said people who are lied to only get upset when they find out.

Tam-Tam: *blushes* Well, yeah... I did say that.

Rourkie: She said she knew I'd find out eventually. And she wanted to be last on my poison list when that happens.

Thomas: Wait just a minute... if you knew Hell wasn't real, why did you try so hard to be good?

*Just then, Edward and Indigo Jack pull alongside with Mori, Gordon and Emily.*

Indigo Jack: The answer's simple, young tank engine. The book was to try and test Rourkie, to see if he could change or maybe prove a point to you and Mila.

Edward: And the obvious fact is that he wanted to impress you too, Mila.

Mila: But... why?

Rourkie: Because... *sighs* I like you, guys. You're my friends. Not just for saving my life and not just for giving me a second chance, even when I didn't deserve one.

But we're this close to completing this mission together, as good friends! And I've always loved and idolized you. From the moment you told me you were my friend

in that jail cel in Redwick.

Darious: Well, Rourkie's right.

*Just then, Jackie arrives with her own crew. Which consists of two giraffes, a kangeroo, a zebra, A LNER D56, a SR U Class,

a KUR ED1 Class and A SR USA Class/USATC S100 Class. Following behind are Breena, Toby, Montague and Bulliver.*

Jackie: That's just what we wanted to hear!

Thomas: How did you know it was us?

Jackie: Darious told us everything. Looks like Rourkie really has changed, I know I shouldn't say this and I already hate myself for this. But as royal officer, it's my duty to say that

Rourkie will be pardoned and spared for his triumphant ways and will be given a second chance. Turns out this Danforth chap would've been the true culprit. Thanks to Rourkie, he's in great custody now.

LNER D56: But what are we going to do about the coins?

Toby: That's what we all like to know.

Mila: We have gathered them up, right?

Thomas: Well, I think I know what we can do. Since the world is suffering from a constant rivalry, we should cure its ways of battle and make the world a better place for friendship.

Rourkie: Alright, sounds fair to me.

Edward: *gets out an orb.* Here, Indigo Jack says use it. And we will change the world for the better.

Thomas: Alright then! Come on, Mila. We've got work to do!

Mila: Okay, Thomas. I guess I won't be needing this anymore.

*Mila takes the coin off her neck and places it along with the other coins in the orb.*

King Edward I: Same here. *takes the crown off of his funnel and removes the coin from it.* We must fix the world of its mistakes.

*King Edward I places his crown in the orb whilst Thomas and Mila place the coins. The orb begins to shine right in front of their eyes.*

Narrator: All pain, suffering, worry, fear and rivalry were banished from the world forever, creating a new era of eternal happiness and friendship for all. But just as light cannot shine without

the darkness, so it is that joy cannot be fully appreciated without sorrow.

*The screen turns to black, only to reveal the orb had just gone out.*

Thomas: Well... we're done. Now what?

Odney Manor: Well, the most important thing is, we all did this together. Our lifelong mission is complete and it's all thanks to you, Thomas, and all your engine friends. Without you lot,

none of this would've been possible.

Mary: You know... he's right, Thomas.

Brock: Maybe you are a good pirate.

Tam-Tam: And a heroic engine.

Mila: But most importantly, a good friend.

Rourkie: To the both of us...

Thomas: *smiles broadly.* Thanks, guys, You too.

*Thomas wraps his arms around Mila and Rourkie and gives them a hug. Just then, the other engines steam over to Thomas.*

Percy: Now I remember who you really are! You're Thomas T. Tank Engine, leader of the Steam Team!

James: You saved my life when I first arrived.

Gordon: You're that little engine who makes my life a misery.

Emily: The real No. 1 hero!

Thomas: *teary-eyed* Guys, You DO remember me! I missed you so much!

*The engines all hug Thomas.*

Percy: We never gave up looking for you, Thomas.

Edward: I think what really happened was after King Edward I put on the crown, it completely rewrote your history and ours too. Making it like you were always a pirate when you never were.

Darious: Of course! That last thing I remember was leaving Thomas and Mila at the Cursed Coast, only for them to be kidnapped by Rourkie!

Morgana: That's right. I remember we also took Rourkie's own ship and we rescued the refugees. But we kinda ended up being erased from our own histories along the way.

Leeko: But thanks to you three, you've changed the world and brought us back to how we all know it.

Angie: And you did a real good job of that too, mate!

Duana: You really know how to change the world!

Kate: I can finally achieve my lifelong dream, again!

Gerald: And our destroyed minds will be in their full freedom once more!

Darious: You know, now that we've changed the world and regained our true identities, I think this calls for a celebration.

Thomas: How about a holiday to Dartmouth, compliments of me and the Steam Team?

*The engines all whistle and honk in delight.*

Edward: Excellent, I've texted Joey and told the engines we're making our way to Dartmouth.

Thomas: *blows whistle* Alright, everyone. All aboard! Next stop, Dartmouth!

Engines and Pirates: Ay-ay, captain Thomas!

*The engines all whistle and cheer in delight as they make their way to Dartmouth. Breena, Jackie, Mori and Indigo Jack wave to them. Scene changes to the Steam Team, Dread Pirates and the Pirate Engines

all racing along the Bristol-Exeter Line on their way to Dartmouth.*

Narrator: After finally completing their mission, Thomas and all his friends, old and new, made their way to Dartmouth to finish what they've started.

Thomas: You know, guys. This has been the most craziest, obnoxious month I will remember.

Mila: Same here.

Rourkie: Me too!

Thomas: But that's not the point, you see. Whilst on that voyage, I learnt something...

Mila: What's that, Thomas?

Thomas: All this hunting for treasure and everything. It's very special, but treasures aren't always about magical coins, or enchanted crowns or anything. Because you see, the only real treasure here is friendship.

*singing* During my life on the railway,

I've worked around the yards.

But once I discovered the world outside

life seems so very hard.

But all this time, I've ever learned.

that things can still go wrong.

So when in doubt, I whistle out

and sing this special song.

*Rugby, Kinlet Hall, Stourport, Beyer and Bristol start singing notes and snapping fingers.*

Thomas: *singing* I've tried at my hand at going out and sailing out at sea.

But during times, it got so rough and tried to baffle me.

But my friend Mila helped me out and we managed to find

that the wizard's magic treasure was the thing that struck our mind.

Mila: *singing* Being stuck with other pirates that we never knew,

It kinda changed in overtime, and old things turned to new.

But working on with Thomas, that it soon occured to me.

That friendship is the only treasure we will ever see.

Chorus:

Thomas, Mila, Percy, Odney Manor, Tam-Tam, Rourkie and Darious *singing*: 'Cos having friends will always be the treasure that you'll see.

Nothing ever stops us helping us and you and me

Friendship is the only treasure you will ever know.

Working hard and helping out as far as we would go.

Loads of friends will play along, or brighten up your day.

Just like all our engine friends will always have their say.

We all finished the quest and now we're glad it's come to end,

Because the only treasures here are friends!

Percy: *singing* The Dread Pirates and Steam Team Engines all have had a fright.

Darious: *singing* Because we searched our friends and they were nowhere out in sight.

Morgana: *singing* But No. 1 and Mila both had shown a thing or two.

James: *singing* That the sacred coins were dangerous and were too good to be true.

Leeko: *singing* If you come across the tavern...

Angie: *singing* Or a temple in Doniford...

Kate: *singing* Or a pie-shop up in Ilfracombe...

Gordon: *singing* Like we ever could!

Tam-Tam: *singing* Just think of all those crazy times we've ever had to dream...

Brock: *singing* 'Cos the only friends we've ever had were always powered by steam.

(Chorus feat. James, Gordon, Morgana, Leeko, Angie, Kate and Brock)

Mary: *singing* Stuck in an alternate timeline, that's not one of our brightest days.

Duana: *singing* Or crushed right under a statue, that's just what we have to say.

King Edward I: *singing* Nearly getting hung by a monarch, since when did this become a thing?

Edward: *singing* Or being castaway from a storm, well that's a praise we would have to sing!

(Chorus feat. Mary, Duana, King Edward I, Edward, Henry, Emily and Toby)

*The engines make a stop at Exeter St. Davids station.*

Rourkie: *singing* I was just a pirate looking forward to a fight.

But my new friends they all said things and for once, they were right!

Treasures shouldn't be stuff like magic coins or magic crowns.

As friendships help you up when you are stuck down with a frown.

Thomas: *singing* Now we've finally reached the end and ready for our trip,

and hopefully this one won't go down with a little slip.

Mila: *singing* Let's hope that none of us will go down with a sudden creak

because our famous motto is "Become What you Seek"!

*The engines depart Exeter St. Davids and make their way down the Bristol-Exeter Line. As they race through Newton Abbot Station, people cheer and wave as they race by.*

(Chorus feat. Gerald, Geraldine, Nia, Rebecca, Duck, Oliver, Donald and Douglas)

*The engines chuff through Torquay station.*

Thomas: *speaking* Not long to go now, guys. Only half-an-hour before we reach our destination! *blows whistle*

Thomas, Mila and Rourkie: *singing* The three of us have all become friends forever from now,

Because we all worked together and we never knew how.

Odney Manor, Tam-Tam and Darious: *singing* The world has finally got its change and now we all can rest.

Our mission was so tiring but we've done our very best!

Percy, Morgana and King Edward I: *singing* For once, we managed to save the world and cure all of its woes.

And hopefully we'll all take the next line wherever it goes.

Brock, Rugby and Gordon: *singing* For now the lifelong mission's finally reached its very end.

Because we have the heroes we call Thomas and his Friends!

Cast: 'Cos having friends will always be the treasure that you'll see.

Nothing ever stops us helping us and you and me

Friendship is the only treasure you will ever know.

Working hard and helping out as far as we would go.

Loads of friends will play along, or brighten up your day.

Just like all our engine friends will always have their say.

We all finished the quest and now we're glad it's come to end,

Because the only treasures here are friends!

Thomas: *speaking* One more time!

Cast: 'Cos having friends will always be the treasure that you'll see.

Nothing ever stops us helping us and you and me

Friendship is the only treasure you will ever know.

Working hard and helping out as far as we would go.

Loads of friends will play along, or brighten up your day.

Just like all our engine friends will always have their say.

We all finished the quest and now we're glad it's come to end,

Because THE ONLY TREASURES HERE ARE FRIENDS!

*The engines immediately pull into Paignton station.*

Thomas: Well, we've done it! After weeks of being absent and tons of delays, we're FINALLY HERE! Dread Pirates, Pirate Engines, welcome to the Dartmouth Steam Railway!

*The Dread Pirates disembark from Clerestory, Quantock and the engines and look around.*

Darious: There's not really much here.

Morgana: Yeah... it's so quiet.

Tam-Tam: We should probably turn back, there's no one there.

Mila: *looks up.* Hang on... What's that?

*The Dread Pirates and the engines look up. In the sky, they see a helicopter, coming towards them.*

Leeko: It's just a helicopter, nothing special.

Thomas: Wait a minute... That helicopter looks familiar.

*Sure enough, The familiar looking helicopter hovers into view. Thomas knows who the helicopter is right away and all blow their whistles in delight.*

Thomas: Is that who I think I it is?

Percy: Yes, it is!

Steam Team: Harold!

Harold: Aha! Great to see you again, chaps! We thought you were never coming, and on time too!

Thomas: Thanks, Harold. But we couldn't have done it without our new friends.

*The Dread Pirates and Pirate Engines all smile and wave.*

Harold: Splendid! Now then, chaps! Follow me to Kingswear station at the end of the line. The others are all waiting!

Thomas: Alright, Harold. *turns to the pirates and engines.* Come on, everyone! We're going to Kingswear at the other end of the line!

*The pirates all board again, Thomas blows his whistle and follows Harold down the line with the Steam Team and Pirate Engines following behind him too.*

Narrator: Eventually, after their long voyage and a free trip down the Dartmouth line. The engines and pirates made their way, safe and sound into Kingswear Station on the Dartmouth Steam Railway.

*Scene changes to the engines racing into Kingswear station. Mila suddenly points to Thomas.*

Mila: Thomas! Look!

*Thomas turns to see, the Sodor search party and the Dartmouth engines all whistling and cheering under a big banner that says "WELCOME BACK, THOMAS & FRIENDS!".

Thomas pulls into the station platform, followed by the other engines. Joey, Diesel and The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) all rush over to greet them. Joey throws his arms

around Thomas and hugs him.*

Joey: Thomas! Oh my goodness, we were so worried sick! I'm so GLAD you've made it back alive!

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): We heard everything, Thomas. Being lost at sea must've been very frightening for you.

Diesel: That was really cool, working with pirates. You must be very lucky engines.

Thomas: Thanks, guys. But I couldn't have done it without the help of my engine friends.

*The other engines look at Thomas and smile. The Dread Pirates disembark from the engines and come forward.*

Darious: *shakes The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt)'s hand.* My dear, Topham Hatt. I must say your Steam Team have been instrumental in completing my treasure hunt.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Indeed, I assume Thomas and the engines were well-behaved whilst they were with you?

Mila: Oh, we had a few issues, sir. But they were very helpful to us and they're what I'd like to call "really useful".

*Thomas blushes with pride.*

Rourkie: Yes indeed, thanks to your fine examples of famous steam locomotives, We finally achieved our lifelong dream of finding the wizard's magic coins and making

the world a better place.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Splendid! Well then, Now that everyone's here. We'll all get the work done faster here in Dartmouth. Goliath, I want you to show the Steam Team to

your sheds.

*A GWR 5205 Class No. 5239 called Goliath steams up.*

Goliath: Consider it done, sir.

*Scene changes to the engine sheds at Dartmouth where Thomas and the Steam Team are talking about their BIG adventure.*

Narrator: And that night in the sheds, Thomas and the other engines told everyone about the greatest adventure they had with the Dread Pirates.

Thomas: So that's what it was all about. It wasn't an easy trip but we managed to get it done in the end.

Mila: It's been a very long voyage. But I have to hand it to Thomas, he and his friends saved the day.

Tam-Tam: I agree. He's a great adventurer.

Darious: Yes. But since our ship is still beyond repair, we can't go around roaming the channels for the rest of our lives.

Leeko: Yes. We need a proper place to stay so we can keep The Pirate's Fate in tip-top condition.

Mila: *gets idea.* I know... Thomas? You said you're from the Island of Sodor, right?

Thomas: Yes, and... *realises what Mila is saying.* Oh... what a perfect idea! Of course you can.

Joey: What's the idea, Thomas?

Thomas: Since Mila and the Dread Pirates have no place to live other than their own ship. How about they live with us, on the Island of Sodor?

*The Steam Team all agree in delight.*

Joey: Alright, it's settled! Once our two weeks on this line are up, you can move in with us on our little island.

Darious: Fantastic! Thanks, Joey. I'm really looking forward to all of this.

Mila: So am I.

*Scene pans out from Dartmouth Sheds at night. Scene changes to back on the Island of Sodor where Thomas is travelling to Arlesburgh Harbour with Annie and Clarabel, he passes Mike on the way.*

Narrator: Several days later, Thomas was back on the Island of Sodor, doing all his jobs once more. He was glad that things were back to normal and hoped nothing

would stand in his way this time.

Thomas: *sighs* Such a fine day to be going to Arlesburgh Harbour. Nothing can ever go wrong on such a beautiful day. Right, Annie and Clarabel?

Annie: I couldn't agree more myself, Thomas.

Clarabel: Most certainly indeed.

*Thomas steams into Arlesburgh Harbour. But as he pulls up by the lighthouse, he hears something... familiar.*

Voice: So... THIS must be the Island of Sodor. Hello, Thomas!

*Thomas looks around and gets a very big surprise! For there, standing at the harbour, right next to the lighthouse, are Mila, Morgana, Darious, Leeko, Tam-Tam, Rourkie, Mary and Brock!*

Thomas: Guys! You made it! I thought you'd never find us!

Mila: Well, it was a long voyage and a very tough sea to fight. But it's nice to be here, Thomas. So, which place is this?

Thomas: Why, you're in Arlesburgh Harbour, which is at the far end of Duck's branch line, The Little Western.

Darious: Interesting.

*Leeko is looking at the views of Arlesburgh when he sees something.*

Leeko: Hey, look! They've got a Maritine Museum.

Morgana: They do? That would be a PERFECT place to keep our ship.

Thomas: Glad to hear it. Hop in, I'll show you my branch line.

*The Dread Pirates all board Annie in excitement, Thomas blows his whistle and sets off. Scene changes to Thomas puffing through the countryside with his two coaches.*

Mila: You know, Thomas. I had a thought, Maybe the pirate's life isn't as exciting as we thought it'd be.

Thomas: You think?

Rourkie: Why, yes, Thomas. I don't want to be a thief anymore. I think I'll just be a fisherman, I've always loved a spot of fish and chips.

Tam-Tam: And I think your home on the Island of Sodor is very colourful.

Thomas: Well... when you live on Sodor, it's the bestest place for an engine to live.

Mila: You really think so?

Thomas: Yep, there's an old song that us engines always brighten up to, and we all know that it's great to be an pirate! *whistles*

*singing* Oh yes, it's great to be an pirate and go sailing along

Yo-ho-hoeing along, Rush, rush, rushing along.

All the cannons firing as you speed along

Yo-ho-hoeing along all day

We're all so proud to be famous pirates

And travel through the ocean waves

We're always brave when there're storms to climb-

Thomas and the Dread Pirates: *singing* No rough sea is too high!

Oh yes it's great to be an pirate as you're sailing along

Yo-ho-hoeing along, Rush, rush, rushing along.

Fly along the ocean as your sails go high

Splash, splash, splashing around all day

Mila and Rourkie: *singing* It doesn't matter come rain or shine,

Tam-Tam and Brock: *singing* There's always things for us to do.

Darious and Morgana: *singing* And in the cold-cold wintertime

We're ready!

Leeko and Mary: *singing* When you hoist the sails and lift the anchor and-

Thomas and the Dread Pirates: *singing* we'll be there for you!

Oh yes it's great to be an pirate as you're sailing along

Yo-ho-hoeing along, Rush, rush, rushing along

Feel the wind around you as you push along

Yo-ho-hoeing along all day! (Thomas: One more time!)

Oh yes, it's great to be an pirate and go sailing along

Yo-ho-hoeing along, Rush, rush, rushing along

All the cannons firing as you speed along

Yo-ho-hoeing along...

Thomas: *singing* Rush, rush, rushing and a Yo-ho-hoeing along and a-

Thomas and the Dread Pirates: *singing* Sailing around all day! Arrr!

*Scene freezes on a old sheet of paper with the words "The End" above it.*

THE END

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