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THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE

CARTOON SERIES

DOUBLE-LENGTH EPISODE #2

THE PIRATE ADVENTURE (ALT Cut No. 3)

Part 1

� GULLANE (THOMAS) LIMITED 2021, 2023

� 2021, 2023 JOEY MORLEY LIMITED

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.

Darious: I'll do it. It's a captain's duty. You lot go on ahead and I'll meet you at the mouth of this cave. Gordon, Henry, Jade, Duck, Abigail and Rebecca. I want you to look for treasure in that jungle over there.

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

Gordon: Consider it done, sir.

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 four to come with us.

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

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

Darious: Thomas is right, Percy. Morgana will be your commanding officer until you and the others return. Please follow her orders as you would 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...

*Scene changes to inside the dark cave where Thomas, James, Percy, Edward, Mila, Leeko and Morgana are hunting for treasure.*

Edward: So, Morgana. Do you think these so-called "rumours" are true? That there might be a monster guarding the treasure?

Morgana: We'll find out, won't we, No. 2?

Edward: Erm... I suppose...

Leeko: Well, let's just say there is. What's your plan for dealing with it, if there is one?

Percy: For me, I'd wet myself, scream like a little girl and run out of the cave, crying for my mommy.

Thomas: I'm with him.

Edward: Well, that depends on what kind of monster we're dealing with, right?

Percy: So, we don't even...

James: Percy, just shut up and enjoy the ride.

*Mila and Thomas look doubtfully at each other. Just then, the gang find a fork in the cave, In the middle of the fork is a treasure chest.*

Thomas: Is that... the treasure?!

Mila: Thomas, wait. It could be a trap.

Thomas: Trap, my ass. I'm going for the gold here.

Edward: No, Thomas! Mila's right. Look!

*Edward points to what seems to be a weird looking creature.*

Thomas: *whispering* WHAT THE F**K IS THAT?!

James: *whispering* That must be the creature guarding the treasure...

Percy: *whispering* Is it okay if I wet myself now...

Leeko: *whispering* Steady...

Morgana: *whispering* What the hell are we gonna do about that thing?

Edward: *whispering* Beats me. I don't know anything about fighting mystical creatures.

Percy: *whispering* We could always use Leeko as a bait.

Leeko: *whispering* Try it and I'll bite your arm.

Mila: *whispering* I have an idea. Maybe I should approach slowly. Thomas, you come with me.

Thomas: *whispering* WHAT?! Are you crazy, Mila? I don't want to get my ass ripped off by that... that... thing.

Mila: *whispering* I gurantee you, Thomas. I'll sacrifice my life for yours.

Thomas: *whispering* Oh... very well, then.

Mila: *whispering* But remember, Thomas. SLOWLY, so we don't startle it...

*Thomas and Mila approach the creature slowly. Thomas shuts his eyes and prepares for the worst. Suddenly, nothing happens. Thomas looks up and realizes the creature isn't as scary as he hoped.*

Thomas: Aww... he's friendly...

Mila: *sighs* Well, that's a relief.

Thomas: Hang on... there's something familiar about this creature... Of course, it's a hippogriff. I recognise these creatures, they're mystical, magic creatures.

*The others stop hiding and come closer.*

Percy: They are?

Edward: I didn't think they were that mystical.

Thomas: Haven't you ever read Harry Potter?

*Mila, Morgana and Leeko stay silent.*

Thomas: Oh, right... You're pirates. You haven't got any of the books. But a creature like this shouldn't be lurking about in a dark, gloomy cave like this. *turns to the creature.* You, sir, should go to Hogwarts. It's a perfect place for hippogriffs like you. They'll feed you and care for you and make

you more strong and alive.

*The hippogriff smiles at Thomas, nods in agreement and walks off, leaving the engines and pirates, amazed.*

Mila: Wha... where's he going?

Thomas: To a much better future.

Morgana: Oh, who cares about that? Now's our chance to get that treasure.

Percy: Give me a look.

*Percy opens the chest, much to his dismay.*

Percy: What is this? A tin cup, a few bottles, some frying pans? WHAT KIND OF TREASURE IS THIS?! There's just nothing in there except for this one coin.

Morgana: Let me see. *examines the coin that Percy's holding.* You're right, No. 6. We have a coin.

James: Oh, I knew it was too good to be true. What's so great about one coin?

Leeko: Trust me, James. Sometimes finding at least one is a lot harder than you might think. You wouldn't believe what we had to go through to find the last one.

Percy: What last one?

Mila: Never you mind about that, Percy. Please give me the coin, I can't wait to see the look on Darious' face when we tell him the good news.

Thomas: What about the other stuff?

Edward: Leave that to me. *lifts up the treasure chest and puts it in his cab.* We'll find a good use for this lot.

*The gang eventually sets off. But it isn't long before they're lost.*

James: Guys... for the last time. It was definitely this way. This cave seems to take forever.

Thomas: Well, maybe you'd learn that sooner. IF YOU HADN'T LED US AROUND THE SAME PATH IN A CIRCLE, 50 BLOODY TIMES!

*Sure enough, Thomas is right. The gang HAVE gone around in a circle in the cave, 50 times.*

James: Ahh... yes... I established that... Hold on, let me get something out.

*James opens his bufferbeam to dig something out. He eventually pulls out his "Instant TrakPak".*

James: Instant TrakPak ALWAYS helps me find my way out of here.

*James opens the TrakPak and sets to work, laying the tracks down for a way out of the cave.*

James: There we go.

*But James suddenly realises he built the track in a circle around the cave. Making his time on the path his fifty-first.*

James: OH, GOD F**KING DAMMIT!

Morgana: Ugh, we didn't have any trouble finding our way in. HOW could you get us lost heading out?

James: Hey, don't look at me. Leeko was the one driving me.

Leeko: Hey, I don't even know how to drive a locomotive of your kind.

James: Another thing, you don't REALLY think that we're lost...?

Morgana: *groans* Fine. But once you find a way out. Let us know...

James: How?

Thomas: Well, why don't you...

James: Whistle? Thanks, Captain Obvious. I'll do that.

*James races ahead of the gang to find a way out. But eventually turns back again.*

James: NOW I'VE FOUND A- *notices the others.* Oh, right... Same track... fifty-second time... sorry...

*James races ahead again and THIS time takes a different route.*

Mila: So, Thomas. You won your first fight. Feels good, doesn't it...?

Thomas: Ummm... Yeah... but it wasn't really a fight, Mila. I mean, this "monster" ended up being pretty friendly, am I right? So we didn't have to fight him.

Morgana: Hey, don't contradict her. We won fair and square, so that makes it a fight. How we won, well, that never has to leave this cave. I remember my first battle like it was yesterday.

I never felt so alive.

Thomas: Hang on... who were you and Darious fighting? Rourkie?

Morgana: Actually, I wasn't serving under Darious back in the day. I was with another crew.

Thomas: Oh... fair enough. I'd rather not say... It might cause a plothole, and I don't even know what that is...

Morgana: *scoffs* Well, you must think I'm a real piece of work. Go ahead, I can take it. I give you permission to speak freely.

Thomas: Does that count for the other engines too?

Morgana: Mm-hmm.

Thomas: Okay... erm... *thinking* Oh, crud. What do I say to a first mate...? Think man... think... Maybe it was this. *speaks* DEM BIG TIDDIES!

*thinking* No, not that thing. The other thing... *speaks* Ummm... You seem like a nice person to me?

Morgana: *scoffs* You're a bad liar, No. 1. I do what it takes to survive out here. Nothing more, nothing less. You wanna know why?

Thomas: Sure, why?

Morgana: Rourkie and I... we... both grew up on that ship, you see? Both of us were taken from our parents when we were young... *sighs* Just like Rourkie was about to take that kid at the tavern. We hunted for years... Eventually, we hunted for the same

treasure as Darious. Long story short, my crew just left me for dead when we were beaten to the punch. Darious had the treasure and he had me. If the situation was flipped, I'd have killed him without question. Or at least... tied him up. You know, tortured him for

information. Then dumped him into the ocean. The point is, No. 1. what did he have to gain from keeping me alive...?

Thomas: I don't know... His conscience, maybe?

Mila: Maybe it was.

Morgana: There was no reason... But, but... Darious is Darious. Aboard that ship, your crew is just a bunch of lying cheats,

ready to stab you in the back the second there's a coin to be made. But the Dread Pirates... well, we're a family. That's why I don't want just anybody to join up. You understand?

Thomas: I do, Morgana. I'm sorry you had to go through all of this. I mean, where would I be if the Steam Team turned their backs on me?

Edward: Exactly, Thomas has been with the railway for years. We're nothing without him, we care for him just as much as he cares for us.

Morgana: Anyways, enough of that... The point is... you... you... you and Mila did good back there.

Thomas: We did?

Mila: Thanks.

Morgana: Hey, don't get too cocky. Luck comes and goes. Don't ever let yourself get used to it.

*Just then, James' whistle sounds in the backdrop and races back, quite exhausted.*

James: Hey, I think I've found the right way this time.

Morgana: For your sake, No. 5. I hope you're right!

Thomas: *groans* He better be, or goodness knows what will happen next.

*Thomas, Mila and the gang follow James.*

*End of Scene 5*

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Scene 6:

*Thomas and the gang see the light at the end of tunnel.*

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

James: Your sarcasm never seems to impress me, Thomas.

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

Mila: 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.

*Thomas and the gang emerge from the cave. But no sooner have they done so when Rourkie and his pirates arrive on the scene.*

Thomas: WHAT THE-... ROURKIE??!

Rourkie: You fetched my coin for me? Hand it over. Or would you like to see your captain's brains splattered on the sand?

Thomas: Wait... what?

*Thomas and the gang gasp in horror as Brock is holding Darious hostage.*

Darious: I don't understand. One minute they weren't there, the next minute they were.

James: You b*****d! How'd you find us?

Rourkie: Abby proved quite... cooperative in the end, didn't she? Too bad she couldn't be here today.

Percy: Wait... you killed Abigail?

*Just then, Abigail turns up.*

Abigail: No, they didn't. I'm right here. I don't understand what all the fuss is going on about me being killed and- *notices Darious being held hostage.* Oh... right.

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

Abigail: 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: So... you KILLED HER? The Abbigail at the Tavern?!

Rourkie: And I'll kill your captain, and you too... unless you're willing to hand it over right now.

Thomas: Hand what over?

Rourkie: The coin.

Thomas: What coin?

Rourkie: The magic coin.

Thomas: What magic coin?

Rourkie: *groans* THE magic coin, the one that transforms you.

Thomas: Coins do that?

Rourkie: YES!!

Thomas: Still don't know what you're talking about.

Rourkie: *sighs* It's about the size of a �1 coin. Got that?

Thomas: �1 coin. Got it.

Rourkie: Good, so hand it over.

Thomas: Ooohh... sorry. I spent my coin on a Pepsi Max in a vending machine before we left.

Rourkie: YOU WHAT?!

Thomas: Hey, don't look at me. It was pretty decent for a Pepsi Max bottle to be sold for �1.

Rourkie: *facepalms* Do we have to go through over this?!

Thomas: As long as I usually get my Pepsi Max, then yes.

Mila: That's enough, Thomas. They'll just kill him anyway.

James: What are we supposed to do, then? Just watch him die?!

Darious: Thomas, listen to me. I'm giving you a direct order. Stay where you are, and do NOT let them have the treasure.

The world cannot bear men like Rourkie in possession of such great power. If my life is forfeit then so be it.

Thomas: Oh... erm... I...

Rourkie: I'm not going to wait all day...

Thomas: I... I... erm... I... oh... Oh, crud. What am I supposed to do in situations like this? *finally gives in* You know what... shoot me.

Rourkie: What?

Thomas: Shoot me. I can't turn you down and I can't turn the others down. I have no choice. Mattel's ruining my life and so is everything else.

Just kill me and everything will be alright. Are you REALLY wanting to kill Darious even though he's put his heart and soul into finding that treasure JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO? Just shoot me

now and everything will be alright. The world would be a better place without me.

Rourkie: Damn, you're right. What was I thinking? Give me the gun, Brock.

*Brock gives the gun to Rourkie who aims it at Thomas.*

Rourkie: The blue steam-boy's right. We should kill him first.

Mila: THOMAS! Don't do it.

Edward: You'll doom us all.

Percy: Oh, you guys are just SO pathetic. *steams over to Rourkie, pushing Thomas out of his way.* Rourkie. I think we could settle a compromise.

I cut the coin in half so both of us can share parts of it and everyone's happy.

Rourkie: That's not how the magic works. *aims the gun at Percy.* Now get out of my way so I could kill these b*****ds.

*Percy plugs his two fingers inside Rourkie's gun.*

Percy: How'd you like them, apples?

*Rourkie opens on fire on Percy's fingers, Percy yelps in pain and nurses his poor fingers. The others watch in dismay as

Percy has his index and middle fingers complete shot off his hand by Rourkie's gun.*

Percy: I don't understand... It worked with Bugs Bunny.

*Thomas steams forward to do a negotiation with Rourkie.*

Thomas: Look, Rourkie. If you really want to kill us. You'll get our coins. BUT... you'll be missing out on an even greater treasure.

Rourkie: And what would that be?

Thomas: The treasure of... Weir Weiners.

Rourkie: Weir Weiners?!

*Thomas and Mila burst out laughing.*

Thomas: *laughs* Did you... did you see the look on his face?

Mila: *laughs* He totally fell for it. *laughs more.* Why didn't I think of that joke before?

Thomas: *stops laughing and settles down.* Anyway, that's not our real treasure. The thing is, Our ship, The Pirate's... Fat... or whatever-you-call-it, is

STUFFED with more riches than you can imagine.

Morgana: No. 1, what're you doing?!

Thomas: I'm doing the right thing, Morgana. I have this under control.

Rourkie: But you've forgotten something, haven't you? I could just kill you and then take your ship.

Thomas: Yes, but look around, Rourkie. Ships don't last long out here. The tide will turn and our ships will sink - along with THAT treasure.

WAY long before you find out where we dropped anchor.

Rourkie: What do you want, then?

Mila: First, release Darious. Then me and Thomas will take you to the ship - if you give me your word that you'll leave AND leave our crew be.

Rourkie: Fine. You have my word. BUT until you fulfill your little end of the bargain. THOMAS is my new hostage.

Thomas: Well, s**t.

Mila: *shrugs sheepishly* Sorry, Thomas. Best I could do.

Darious: Thomas! No! Don't do this...

Thomas: It's NOT my fault, Darious.

Rourkie: You call yourself a captain, Darious? And yet, even when you beg, your crew won't listen. How pathetic you've become...

Thomas: DARIOUS IS NOT PATHETIC! I can tell by working with him.

Mila: How come? You've only just been here for a day or two.

Thomas: So, you've been here four days more than us.

Rourkie: Alright, take me to the treasure and we'll be on our way.

*Thomas and Mila take Rourkie to the ship. Edward looks at Darious.*

Edward: Don't worry, Darious. We'll get your treasure replaced.

Darious: I doubt it, Edward...

*Scene changes to Thomas, Mila and Rourkie who are boarding the ship.*

Rourkie: Whoa, didn't any of you know how to drive a galleon?

Thomas: Hey, Chloe was the one driving the thing. Blame her.

Rourkie: Hey, look on the bright side. Your ship, he's a real beauty.

Brock: I still can't believe all the stuff the cap'n's got in his room.

Rourkie: *sighs* You were just there, weren't you? WHY are you having trouble believing your own eyes?

Thomas: Maybe he should've gone to Specsavers.

*Canned laughter is heard in the backdrop.*

Brock: I meant... uhhh...

Thomas: You can take as much as you want back to your ship, but NOT OUR WALLETS!

*Thomas catches Mary, nicking his wallet.*

Mary: Sorry...

Rourkie: Back to my ship? Oh, Mila and Thomas. I knew you were fools, but really? I'm already on my ship.

Thomas: Really? I don't see your name on it.

*Thomas is right, for he has painted "Property of the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates" on the deck of the ship.*

Rourkie: Whoa, mama. Well, you know what's amazing? I'm actually going to keep my word, you two.

Thomas: Wait... you are?

Mary: But... but you said...

Rourkie: Of course, I never had any intention of doing so when you made your little deal... But I just realized there's something even better than killing you.

Thomas: There is?

Rourkie: Yep, Mary. Set a course for our old vessel. We'll sink it and leave Darious and rest of his merry misfits stranded here.

Thomas and Mila: WHAT?!

Brock: We are? But for how long?

Rourkie: Well, considering I slit the throat of the only other person who knows about this place... I'd say that will be for their rest of their lives.

Brock: Good one, boss.

Rourkie: Of course, YOU TWO won't be joining them.

Thomas: Don't be silly, of course we are.

Mila: And what? Do you expect us to join you or something?

Rourkie: You just don't get it, do you. You gave in to me. You're weak, you're pathetic. What do you think the reputation of pirates would be if they all acted like you?

We'd never be feared again.

Mila: But I'm not a pirate. I'm... just... trying to do the right thing... that's all.

Thomas: Mila's right. She's only a spice merchant and I'm a stowaway tank engine that's going on holiday to Dartmouth, or... at least I WAS.

Rourkie: I can't listen to these drivels for another second. The catgirl has to go! Brock, will you do the honours?

Brock: With pleasure, cap'n.

*Brock aims his gun and opens fire.*

Rourkie: BROCK, YOU IDIOT! You were supposed to shoot the girl. NOT THE STEAM-BOY!

*Thomas has been shot in his arm and is nursing it really badly.*

Thomas: *groans* It's okay, Rourkie. I've been through this a few times. It's natural... ow...

Brock: Sorry, cap'n. I'll do it again.

*Brock tries to fire his gun again but it's not open firing.*

Brock: Aw, drat... out of bullets.

Rourkie: *groans* WHY must I do everything myself?

*But whilst Rourkie is getting his gun ready, Thomas and Mila abandon ship. The two are now underwater.*

Thomas: *gurgling* I don't see how THIS is gonna work, Mila.

Mila: *gurgling* Sorry, Thomas... I know I should've told you earlier but...

*Just then, Rourkie, Brock and Mary notice some rapid bubbles coming from the surface.*

Brock: What's happening to them, they're not still alive, are they?

Rourkie: Hey, it's a cute little magic trick. But let's see them try that twice. Shoot them again.

Brock: Ummm... cap'n, you might want to look up.

Rourkie: What is it...? Oh no...

*The giant hippogriff that Thomas encountered earlier has found Rourkie and his crew and is attacking them.*

Mary: It's coming right for us...

Rourkie: Change course! Get the hell out of here!

Brock: Well, we better. The seawater's just changed brown for some reason...

Rourkie: FORGET THE F**KING SEAWATER, JUST DRIVE!!!!

*Rourkie and his crew get away with the treasure in their ship, Meanwhile Thomas and Mila struggle back onto the shore, coughing, spluttering and covered in poo.*

Thomas: MILA, Why the hell would you s**t underwater? It tastes like a pig's anus in there!

Mila: I'm sorry, It's just I get extremely constipated when I'm stressed.

Thomas: Uggh, don't remind me... And the s**t doesn't make my bullet wounds any better.

*Just then, Darious and the others are seen in the distance.*

Darious: Mila, Thomas! Is that you, are you two still intact?

Thomas: It's okay, Darious. We're all in one piece, and completely covered in cats**t.

Darious: Oh... right you are then.

Mila: It seems so... Perhaps the treasure can tell good from evil... and it wanted to protect me.

Thomas: *clears throat* You mean US.

Mila: Yes thank you, Thomas.

Darious: It certainly activated at a fortuitious moment.

James: Not to mention, le stinke.

Mila: Well, what matters most of all is that we're all safe.

Thomas: Yep, all of us engines are safe... Wait a minute... WHERE ARE THE OTHER ENGINES?!

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

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

Toby: They do muck spreading at sea now?

Thomas: No, I'll explain once we're on the ship.

Mila: Errm... actually. We gave the ship away.

*The engines gasp in horror.*

James: YOU WHAT?!

Morgana: YOU GAVE HIM OUR SHIP?! What the hell were you thinking, guys? That you could just buy him off?! That he'd suddenly turn into a nice man if

you gave him everything he wanted?

Henry: Yeah, not to mention, me and James 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.*

Mila: Eh, probably not. But if there was a chance, however small, to resolve things without hurting anyone, then I had to take it. That's just who I am.

Thomas: What'd you mean YOU? WE took that chance, Mila. You and me.

Mila: Yes... and Thomas.

Leeko: Never mind whose fault it is, 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.

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

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

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

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

Thomas: We've got to hurry, guys. Me and Mila heard Rourkie say he wanted to sink it to strand us here.

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.*

Darious: Now, you two... why didn't you follow my orders?

Mila: We wanted to do the right thing, Darious.

Thomas: And because you saved me and my friends' lives. I thought I'd owe you one too.

Mila: Thomas and I knew what Rourkie was capable of, but we still had to try.

Darious: I understand... but PLEASE do not let it happen again. Besides, Thomas. What would your controller say you did the same thing to him?

Thomas: Ohh... I don't know...

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

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

*Thomas' thought bubble poofs in a cloud of smoke.*

Thomas: Oh my...

*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 Thomas, 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.

Thomas: What? Again?

Darious: Well, it's better than nothing.

Thomas: 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.*

Thomas: 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?

Mila: Ah, sorry about that guys. Chloe, drop anchor. We have to rescue the others.

Chloe: On it.

*Chloe suddenly turns the ship too sharply.*

Mila: Nononononono, Chloe. 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.

Thomas: 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.

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

Thomas: 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.*

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

*The ship starts sailing towards Watchet.*

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

Leeko: Well, we're almost there.

Mila: Do you really think we'll find another lead?

Leeko: Word spreads fast. I'm sure the tavern has attracted a certain notoriety by now.

Mila: 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? Give THIS ship away too?

Mila: Shut up, Duck. Thomas, I wanted your opinion, I would've have asked.

Thomas: Sure, Mila. What is it?

Duck: You shouldn't talk to me like that, missy. I'm Great Western and I have seniority over you, ya know. And if Morgana has her way, we'll leave you behind at the next stop.

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

*Mila and Duck stand there, confused and stunned. Scene changes to the tavern where Thomas and Mila, along with Percy, James, Henry and the other Dread Pirates,

are at the bar, drinking cola. Rahiros walks over and sits next to them.*

Rahiros: Okay, I gotta be honest with you. I wasn't sure I'd see you guys again.

Thomas: I'm glad you had so much faith in us.

Rahiros: Oh, you can't blame me for that, Mr. Tank Engine. You're the first to survive. It's an impressive achievement indeed. You Dread Pirates sure do live up to your reputation.

Thomas: Well, I had a little help from a certain friend.

*Mila blushes*

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.

Thomas: And WHO, exactly, are you?

Lizard: Oh, terribly sorry. I'm Tam-Tam.

Percy: Tam-Tam? What kind of an idiotic name is that?

Thomas: Well then. Nice to meet you, Tam-Tam. *shakes Tam-Tam's hand.* I'm Thomas T. Tank Engine. North Western Railway locomotive, television star

and currently a pirate stowaway.

Mila: 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.

Thomas: Why, thank you. We have LOADS of adventures on the Island of Sodor.

Tam-Tam: Not you, I'm talking about the pirates.

Thomas: *sighs* Once again, nobody likes Thomas & Friends. More than 35 years on TV and we still get nothing.

Tam-Tam: Nevertheless, with goals as grand as yours, you might be in some need of help. And perhaps some... companionship.

Thomas: 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.

Thomas: 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 Thomas, Tam-Tam and the Dread Pirates, laugh too.*

Thomas: *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?

Thomas: Wait a minute... what treasure?

Mila: 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?

*Thomas glances anxiously at Mila.*

Thomas: Whoa, she's got me there...

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.

Thomas: Oh, Darious wouldn't doubt that she's dishonest... but it might not be as you think.

Darious: Thomas 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.

Mila: Now what makes you say that, Percy?

Percy: Well, put it this way, Mila. Tam-Tam didn't just say she had a lead for us. She referred to it as the "wizard's treasure".

Thomas: Oh yeah, Darious told me and Mila the whole story. Few know of the treasure and far fewer still suspect its true origin.

It's possible that our meeting is no mere coincidence. Perhaps, fate...

Morgana: Really? Darious, this again? You made No. 1 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 No. 1 and Mila did to this mission, you can't just let anyone on board.

Thomas: Hey, we were only doing that to save your lives, thank you very much.

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. Having someone else to keep Mila and the engines in line would be a BIG help.

Mila: Hey!

Thomas: Oh no, nononononononono. You cannot be serious, Morgana. I am a privately owned locomotive and so are the other engines. We don't need to be ordered.

Morgana: But you're under pirate jurisdiction! Obey our orders, and wait until we've made our inspection!

Thomas: We ARE under jurisdiction; The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt)'s. A little wakewasher like you doesn't tell us what to do.

Darious: Alright, both of you stop this immature nonsense. *turns to Morgana* Mila is a member of this crew and Thomas is a leader of his own, whether you like it or not.

Antagonizing them doesn't serve any purpose. *turns to Thomas and Mila.* So you two, what do you think about Tam-Tam? I value your input too.

Thomas: Ermm... I'm not sure.

Mila: 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 me and the engines, What do you think, Thomas?

Thomas: Yeah... I think we should. As they always say... "Many hands make light work, except no more than two hands can fix a lightbulb in its place".

Darious: Well said, Thomas.

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...

Darious: Anyways, welcome aboard, Tam-Tam.

Tam-Tam: Wise choice, I'm sure we'll get along famously.

Morgana: But let's get one thing straight. We Dread Pirates respect the chain of command. I'm the first mate and that means, unless the captain says otherwise,

you'll follow my orders. Darious, Mila and the engines have soft hearts, but you'll get no mercy from me.

Thomas: Wait... didn't you say that line earlier in the film, Morgana?

Morgana: Oh yeah... so I did...

*End of Scene 6*

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Scene 7:

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates are out at sea on the ship. Thomas is talking to Mila and Leeko.*

Mila: The next coin's on this island, west of here always. Or so Tam-Tam says, anyways. You think she's lying?

Thomas: We'll know when we get there, right?

*Just then, Tam-Tam walks up.*

Tam-Tam: You're not talking about me, are you?

Leeko: I... better go plot our course.

*Leeko dashes off to mark the co-ordinates. Tam-Tam turns to Thomas and Mila.*

Tam-Tam: Quite a diverse crew, you've got here.

Mila: I suppose...

Tam-Tam: Only one thing they all seem to all agree on, is that you never make mistakes.

Mila: Really? I did what we thought was right at the time, me and Thomas were trying to save everyone's lives.

Tam-Tam: Oh, what happened?

Mila: Me and Thomas tried to negotiate our way out of a hostage crisis and we ended up giving away our ship. That's why we're stuck in this rickety dump.

Tam-Tam: Oh dear, how many hostages were killed?

Thomas: Fortunately, nobody got hurt. Aside from Percy who got shot in the fingers and I got shot on my arm.

Tam-Tam: Nobody got hurt except for two engines? Come now, darlings. You two successfully defused a hostage situation. They ought to be singing your praises! Sounds like they don't appreciate you, do they?

Thomas: They don't. But I appreciate Mila just as much as she appreciates me. I should be singing HER 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 that treasure,

and we know it won't take long.

'Cos whilst I'm working, I am singin'

The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

Mila: You know, Thomas. I do appreciate you too. You've helped me 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 Thomas 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... Tam-Tam did say we should be singing their praises.

Morgana: No. 5, 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...

Thomas: *speaking* You got that right! *singing* 'Cos we're steamin' right here and we're sailin' right there.

As we journey across the sea...

Mila: *singing* Is Thomas even knowing 'bout where we go?

Or is it just plain me?

Thomas: *singing* I'm guranteed we'll find our way.

Or you'll go hit my dong! (So please don't)

Mila: *singing* But whatever the weather, we'll keep on goin' with...

Thomas and Mila: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

*Thomas and Mila eventually do a Sailor's Jig dance-off. Mila goes first and Thomas follows pursuit.*

Percy: *singing* Yo-ho-ho and a bucket of buffers,

We should make Thomas the boss.

Leeko: *singing* But he doesn't have a map of the co-ordinates

and I'm pretty sure we're lost.

Thomas: *singing* But believe me, I've been on hunts too

and I'm never always wrong.

Percy: *singing* So that's why we should always sing...

Thomas, Percy, James and Gordon: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

Mila: *speaking* If we all pitch in and help Thomas. He might be able to help us find that treasure.

Darious: *speaking* Well, I suppose it's worth a try...

Tam-Tam: *speaking* I'm actually looking quite forward to this.

Mila: *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.

Leeko: *singing* We should probably tag along...

Tam-Tam: *singing* If it hasn't been for Thomas, then we wouldn't be singin'

The Dread Pirates: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

*Thomas and Mila both do a Sailor's Jig dance together.*

Cast: *singing* It's the Steamin' and Sailin' song!

Thomas: *speaking* So, what do you think of that?

Mila: Well...

Tam-Tam: No, no. Don't answer that. I don't mean to be a busybody, well, ta-ta for now.

*Tam-Tam walks off, leaving Mila doubtful and very skeptical.*

Mila: Maybe it would be best if I listened to you more in the future, Thomas.

Thomas: Very well, then.

*End of Scene 7*

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Scene 8:

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates arrive 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!

Darious: Sometimes, I wish I'd knew when you'll learn to drive these things.

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates disembark the ship and look around.*

Leeko: So this was the island you were telling us about?

Tam-Tam: No, Leeko. This is the imperial palace.

Percy: But... there's no palace ANYWHERE!

Tam-Tam: You'll find out eventually, green one.

Leeko: Percy's right, you don't have to be so sarcastic.

Percy: Wait... I said that?

Tam-Tam: I don't have to, but it's so much fun.

Edward: I'm not sure about this, Tam-Tam. This place appears totally... deserted.

Duck: Maybe there isn't anything or anyone there.

Mila: 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.

Morgana: 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.

Morgana: I was.

Thomas: Oh, that figures. Anyway, we shouldn't be dawdling. Onwards, noble pirates and engines!

*Thomas and the Steam Team 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...

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 I'm with the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team.

Circe: And what brings you to my fair isle?

Thomas: We're looking for some coins, they're a little bit like this.

*Thomas borrows the coin hanging around Mila's neck and shows it to Circe.*

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 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.

Percy: *through gritted teeth* Tam-Tam, shut up.

Circe: It is?

Tam-Tam: We're not certainly asking you to come on board, are we? But the truth is, I heard from a very reliable source

that the treasure is here. Why don't we skip the whole song and dance and just cut right to it?

Edward: Tam-Tam, that's not the way to speak.

Circe: Very well, your source is correct. I've got one of the coins somewhere on this island.

Morgana: Then turn it over, now.

Thomas: Morgana, let me talk her through this. *clears throat* What my first mate client is trying to say is that the coin is VERY important to us, Circe,

and we'd very much appreciate it if...

Circe: Oh, I'll be happy to give you the coin.

Thomas: Really?

Circe: But first... I ask that you spend an evening with me.

*The Steam Team gasp and mutter in anxiety.*

Percy: But we already promised ourselves a trip to Dartmouth.

Circe: I understand, young sir. But I don't get many visitors these days, you know.

Duck: Spend a whole night out here? You must be bananas!

Circe: If you don't want to take me up on my offer...

Well, you're welcome to waste months digging in the dirt, looking for it. It's quite a large island. isn't it?

Darious: Of course... we'd be happy to oblige your invitation, Circe.

Thomas: Dang... and I was going to put my metal detector to good use. If I actually had one...

Circe: Oh, marvellous. I'd knew you come around. But you folks must be hungry for some real food after so long at sea.

Why don't you tell me more about your adventures over dinner.

Edward: We'd be more than delighted to, ma'am.

Circe: Oh, I can't wait to make something absolutely sumptuous for you. I'll go gather some of the harvest's bounty. Don't you wander far.

*Circe walks off to get some ingrediants, James turns to Tam-Tam.*

James: Tam-Tam, was that the woman you think holds the treasure?

Leeko: If you think she knows where the treasure is, I've got a map to sell you.

Tam-Tam: Maybe she has it, maybe she doesn't.

Percy: Ya filthy stinkin' liar! Of course she doesn't! Let's just get back on the ship and find another coin elsewhere.

Darious: Sorry, Percy. But we have to find this particular coin even if we want to or not.

Percy: Bother...

Darious: And Tam-Tam, from the way you spoke of the treasure earlier... I surmised that you indeed know if she has it.

Tam-Tam: Hmmmm... perhaps...

Morgana: Don't play games with us, missy.

Tam-Tam: Look, I told you I knew where it was, NOT who had it.

Thomas: Then, next time. Look up bloody Wikipedia. It's not that hard.

Leeko: If you don't know who has it, how can you be sure they still do? Or for that matter, that they haven't taken it and left?

Tam-Tam: I'm sure it's bound to be somewhere around here. If you doubt Circe has it, Leeko.

Let's just go and look around for it.

Leeko: Alright, there isn't much else to do around here is there? Anybody else going to join?

Morgana: You go ahead if you want. I don't think we'll find anything. There's nothing here except those, those... animals in the distance.

*Oliver is about to say something but can't remember what it is because he knows he's been beat, so he just keeps quiet.*

Mila: Do they... do they bother you?

Morgana: Erm... uh... of course not...

Nia: They do with me. I don't understand why stray giraffes are seen on a small island like this. It makes no sense.

Leeko: We all evolved from them, didn't we? So there's no need to be afraid of them, right?

Morgana: Right...

Thomas: Another thing, if Tam-Tam's bloody well lying again. I'm throwing her overboard.

Morgana: You know, I'm with you, No. 1.

*Leeko and Tam-Tam head off to find the coin.*

Darious: Now then, about those animals...

Morgana: Hey, I said wasn't scared.

Darious: No, no, not that. I'm merely curious as to why there are so many different kinds.

Mila: Different kinds?

Darious: What Nia's saying is actually right. I'm not sure a giraffe and a fox would be digenous to this kind of climate.

I suppose someone could've brought them here but... to what end?

Gordon: *scoffs* Beats me. Come on, let's get that grub Circe promised us, I'm FAMISHED.

Henry: So am I. Not to mention, it's getting dark.

Darious: Very well then, come along then. Nia, Bertha, I need you two to gather up Leeko and Tam-Tam and bring them to Circe's place.

Nia: On it.

Bertha: Right away, captain.

*Nia and Bertha set off the find Leeko and Tam-Tam, whilst the others all gather up at Circe's place. Scene changes to a campfire outside Circe's cottage where the gang are eating.*

Circe: So, enjoying your watercress buns?

Thomas: Eh, not as good as the ones they have in Hampshire.

Leeko: *eating his watercress bun.* Yeah, you bet...

Circe: They're a favourite among my children too.

Edward: So, are your kids going to be joining us for dinner?

Circe: I've already fed them... 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.

Duck: You certainly have a big job, then. There must be EVERY type of animal here.

Circe: Well, not every type... But I'm sure you lot didn't come here to hear me ramble on and on about my life.

I want to hear more about what you've been up to.

Mila: Well, let's see, where do we begin?

Circe: Wait, wait, wait... Let me see if can tell the story for you.

Thomas: *whispers to Mila.* I bet she'll get it wrong.

Circe: You've experienced fatigue, Misery and Tragedy. Every day you have to grapple with difficult questions.

Thomas: Yep, and nothing more.

Circe: You long to rest and yet your work is never over.

Thomas: Tell me about it. But that's not what our lives are like.

Circe: 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: How do you know the person standing next to you wouldn't stab you in the back for an extra share of the coin?

Thomas: Easy, I'm made of metal. You can't stab metal.

Mila: You can... In many different ways... ways I can't think of...

Darious: Despite what you've heard, we're not really pirates. We're treasure hunters and we've tried to avoid bloodshed.

Circe: I just can't accept that. It's a dog eat dog world out there. *turns to Darious and Leeko.* No offence intended.

Darious: None taken.

Circe: Don't pirates fight and steal all the time?

Thomas: Yes, but these pirates are SPECIAL. They...

*Before Thomas can speak, Morgana covers his mouth to stop him from talking nonsense.*

Morgana: *nervous laugh* We've had plenty of fighting and stealing! We fought Rourkie and thanks to Mila and No. 1 here. He stole our ship, along with all our treasure.

Circe: Is that so?

Mila: It was a little more complicated than that...

Thomas: Yeah, we didn't know and you're already judging us...

Toby: How exactly?

*But before Thomas and Mila can reply, Circe yawns*

Circe: Oh... I'm feeling a bit tired.

Percy: Great, let's get outta here.

Circe: No, no, no! Sleep under the stars tonight, I insist.

Leeko: Don't you have a tent, or sleeping bags or something?

Circe: Who would want any of that on a warm night like this? Besides, sleeping directly on the Earth promotes good dreams.

Percy: God said that?!

Darious: Alright, as you wish, Circe.

Morgana: What? We're staying out here?!

Darious: Yes, but we leave first thing tomorrow morning, with the coin as you agreed, Circe.

Circe: Yes, of course.

Henry: Wait... can I get seconds on this soup?

Circe: Go right ahead.

*Scene changes to Thomas, Percy, Mila, Morgana and Darious sit on top of a flat slope, under the stars.*

Narrator: Later as the engines were tucking in for the night,

Morgana, Darious, Mila, Thomas and Percy stayed out for a little longer to

discuss what to do about their expedition.

Morgana: That crazy old loon doesn't have the coins, she's probably just lonely for company. Tam-Tam's led us on a wild goose chase.

Darious: I can't say with certitude if she does indeed have the coin, but Circe is clearly hiding something...

I think gaining her trust COULD be the key to revealing what that might be.

Thomas: You're right, Darious. If Circe approaches us, we'll humour her. If she asks us any questions, be honest.

Percy: Even about the coins?

Darious: Yes, Percy. Even about the coins.

Morgana: But she might want to steal our coins, or our ship. Haven't we had enough of that?!

Darious: Fair point, Morgana. You can stay on the ship and stand guard until we return.

Morgana: Ay-ay cap'n. No. 6, you're coming with me.

Percy: Why?

Morgana: Because you seem like the most savage of the smaller engines. I could do with a help like you.

Percy: Well, it's usually Thomas who's savage but... oh why not?

*Percy follows Morgana to the ship, Darious stays with Thomas and Mila.*

Darious: You two, we haven't had a chance to talk much. Since what happened at the Cursed Coast, I can understand if you feel like you're both

persona non grata around here. The crew mourns the loss of the Pirate's Fate and yearns for the revenge against Rourkie.

Complaining about what you two did merely serves as an outlet for venting frustrations. reJust try not to take it too personally.

Mila: I'll try...

Thomas: We'll be careful, Darious.

Darious: You have another chance to prove yourselves, Mila and Thomas. Tonight, try to talk to Circe. Gain her trust, find out where she keeps that coin. Despite her promise, I highly doubt she'll

reveal it without a little persuasion.

Mila: We'll give it our all, sir.

Thomas: You can count on us, sir. We're really useful.

Darious: I know you will, Mila and Thomas.

*Mila climbs on Thomas' footplate.*

Mila: Come on, Thomas. Let's go and talk to Circe.

Thomas: *whispers to Mila.* This is some ungrateful bulls**t, Mila. We saved Darious' life and he's giving us the s**t.

*Thomas steams over to where Circe is sleeping under a tree. She wakes up when she sees Thomas chuffing towards her.*

Circe: What's the matter, Thomas? Can't sleep?

Thomas: Nope... I can't... not even Mila can either.

Circe: The rest of the crew are sleeping... oh... they hate you, don't they?

Thomas: Well, no... Mila likes me, Morgana certainly isn't a fan but...

Circe: Even your captain's eyes fell when that woman described how you were responsible for losing his ship. He was so... disappointed in you, wasn't he?

Mila: I'm... not sure. He said some kind words to us earlier.

Circe: Was he really being kind or was he just humouring you?

Thomas: We're not sure about that, either.

Circe: Let me ask you two, when was the last time you were happy?

Thomas: What'd you mean?

Circe: Day in, day out, you live with the pirate's life. When do you get to enjoy yourself or have fun?

Thomas: Ummm... That's not what this is about.

Circe: No respect and no fun? How tragic. But I can help.

Thomas and Mila: You can?

Circe: I can help you live the kind of life that a noble soul like yours deserves.

I help people in the only way that matters. Curing their woes and worries.

Thomas: How?

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 and a brave reindeer perhaps? Close your eyes, take my hands and concentrate.

*Thomas and Mila close their eyes and hold both of Circe's hands.*

Circe: Tell me you want all your cares and worries to end.

Thomas and Mila: We want our worries to end...

*Suddenly a flash of light occurs, Thomas and Mila open their eyes and look around to find nothing has happened.*

Thomas: Well... now what...?

Voice: DON'T TOUCH HER!

Thomas: What the... who said that?

*Just then, Thomas and Mila turn around to find a strange looking monkey.*

Mila: What the-...? WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!

Monkey: I'm you, Mila, and I come from the future.

Thomas: Whoa, mama! They let your future self come in. You grow into a monkey?

Mila: Ummm... not that I know of.

Thomas: Are we living in a universe where one animal grows up to become another?! What's in for me? Me growing up to be a car? I'm over 100 years old and I've spent my entire life as an engine.

Voice: I wouldn't say that...

*Thomas turns around to find a reindeer engine, similar to Jade, that looks just like him.*

Thomas: Wait... don't tell me... you're me from the future.

Future Thomas: Damn right.

Mila: How's that even possible?!

Monkey Mila: There's a type of coin that lets you travel back, change your past. It's called Shape What You Were.

Thomas: Oh yeah, I've heard of those. We call them time machines.

Future Thomas: Oh, time machines never existed. We use coins to travel backwards and forwards now.

Thomas: Money makes you time travel now?

Future Thomas: No, just the special coins. Not actual money.

Thomas: Right...

Mila: Yes, but anyways, why do you look like that?

Monkey Mila: Circe here tries to turn you into a feral monkey. When that doesn't work, she manages to sneak on board the ship. Then she turns the whole world into feral beasts.

Thomas: HOLD UP! Is THAT what she's been doing on this island?!

Mila: But... your children, they were all guests to your island. You turned them into these animals, didn't you?

Circe: Can you blame me? Everyone had a sob story. But I made...

Future Thomas: Yes, yes. We heard this b***h ONE HUNDRED TIMES!

Thomas: A hundred times? So... you've gone back in time to this moment before, haven't you?

Monkey Mila: We keep replaying our choices over and over,

hoping for a better outcome for this mission. But no matter what we do, it turns out terrible.

Future Thomas: Exactly, but not this time. This time, we're not going back, we're staying in the past.

Mila: How's THAT going to work? Are there really going to be two Milas?

Thomas: Also, there can be ONLY ONE BLUE NO. 1 ENGINE ON THE NORTH WESTERN RAILWAY. THAT BEING ME!

Future Thomas: Ah, you're right. What were we thinking? That does sound a little awkward.

Monkey Mila: I've got an idea,

We'll just kill these two and leave them on this island with Circe,

the crew will NEVER know the difference, right?

Future Thomas: Capital idea.

Thomas: What? NO! You can't do that.

Mila: We haven't gotten to know each other properly.

Thomas: You'll erase our existance...

Monkey Mila: Wait... what?

Future Thomas: Hang on, Mila. He's got a point.

Monkey Mila: Very well, get the bats out, we're knocking them out instead.

Thomas and Mila: Wait, NO!

*Suddenly, just as Monkey Mila and Future Thomas bonk normal Thomas and Mila over the heads, the screen suddenly turns black. Thomas and Mila eventually pop up on a black, empty background.*

Thomas: Oh... what happened? Did we waste a perfectly good scene?

Mila: No, we didn't, Thomas. I just didn't like this one so I asked the producers if we could change it.

It would help the story go a little further. What about you?

Thomas: Eh, works with me.

*Thomas lets off steam back to the scene where he and Mila where holding hands with Circe.*

Circe: Tell me you want all your cares and worries to end.

Thomas and Mila: We want our worries to...

Thomas: MILA, NO!

*Thomas smacks Mila on the back of her head.*

Mila: Ouch! What was that for?

Thomas: I did it with love, Mila. What is exactly going to happen to us?

Circe: You're never going to have to worry about anything ever again.

Mila: That still seems a little vague.

Thomas: Yeah... not to mention worrying actually DOES make us a lot more happier.

Circe: Trust me, Thomas. It's better this way.

Thomas: Yes, but we've run into some bad luck trusting people lately.

Circe: Just grab my hand.

Thomas: No, thank you. I am NOT touching that filthy, unwashed grabber of yours.

Mila: Yeah, get away from us!

Circe: But you'll be at peace once you're one of my children.

Thomas: HA! I KNEW IT! You don't have children! You turned your so-called "visitors" into feral animals. Well, you're NOT taking us next!

Mila: Yeah, is that what you've been doing here?! Thomas is right, your "children"... they were all guests to your island. You DID turn them into 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're not a liberator. You're a liar, that's what you are. A lying, decieving, dirty, fat b***h is what you are!

Mila: Sure, life can be cruel. But from that cruelty can come great bravery and great grace. We've seen how bad the world can be and we're determined to fix it. I wouldn't want an easy, meaningless life. I want my life to make a difference, even it that means I have to suffer.

Circe: You're determined to fix it? What a joke!

There is only one way to fix it. My way! Now GET OVER HERE!

Thomas: Oh, we'll make sure of that.

*Thomas blows his whistle really loud. So loud that Mila and Circe cover their ears. Darious, Gordon and James come racing to the scene.*

Darious: Mila, I heard shouting!

Gordon: And we heard whistling, little Thomas. What's wrong?

James: Is everything alright over here? What's going on?

Thomas: You guys want the truth? I'll give you the truth!

All of Circe's children were actually other travelers, like us! She turned them into these feral beasts!

Mila: She was going to make us her next victims!

Darious: WHAT? Is that true?!

Gordon: You, Circe? Turning people into wild animals - to fill up your little menagerie?

Circe: To help them! They'd thank me if they could still speak.

Mila: Darious, she was going to turn me into a feral monkey!

Thomas: And me into a feral reindeer! *breaking down in tears* Darious, WE SAW THE FUTURE! It was there, right before our very own eyes!

Darious: How could you think you're helping them?

We've only elevated ourselves through our own ingenuity and determination.

Circe: Oh, I'm sure your road to hell is PAVED with good intentions.

James: Our road to wha-?

Gordon: We're on a quest to use the coins to help everyone, including us.

You, Circe, have been perverting them for your own selfish, delusional scheme.

Mila: Gordon's right. You're one of them.

Circe: One of who?

Darious: Just think if every great innovator had thought as you did. Why, we'd never have-

Thomas: *whistles* Alright, you two! Lay off the philosohpizing for a few minutes, will ya?

Mila: Our very identities were nearly extinguished! And just think of what we might look like?

Gordon: You're right, Mila. Let's get the coin and go.

James: She must have it on her, THAT'S how she was transforming people.

Darious: Yes, we tried to be civil with you. But clearly we cannot allow that coin to remain in your possession, Circe. For the sake of the others who may visit. We must take it.

Gordon: Indeed, We have what we came here for. Let's wake the others and move out.

*Gordon and Darious head back to their place.*

Thomas: But what about the coin?

Darious: Never mind that, Thomas. I'm just alerting the others. You lot know what to do.

Mila: Do what now?

James: Step aside, let me handle this.

*James gets out a gun and points it at Circe.*

James: Eat lead, hellspawn.

*James shoots Circe in the brain, from her point-of-view. Thomas and Mila watch in shock and disgust. James pulls up beside them with the coin in his hand.*

James: There we go, wasn't so hard now, was it? Now, back to the campground.

*James steams away and Thomas and Mila follow him back to the camping place where Leeko, Tam-Tam and the other engines are all resting.*

Leeko: What's going on, what happened?

James: We have the coin. She was trying to use it as a weapon against Mila and Thomas.

Duck: A... w-w-w-w-weapon?

Darious: Circe's been turning people into feral animals.

Tam-Tam: Wait, she was? Oh, oh my. That nice little woman? Who could have possibly suspected she was capable of such a thing?

Gordon: Well, Morgana didn't much care for her... Then again, Morgana doesn't care for most people she encounters. So, I'd hardly call her prescient.

Darious: But in any event, we should return to her as soon as we can.

Thomas: And all in good time. I didn't want to be stuck on this hellhole anymore.

Mila: I think we all don't, Thomas.

*Thomas, the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team head back to the ship.*

*End of Scene 8*

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Scene 9:

*Thomas, the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team are heading back to the ship where Percy and Morgana are on guard.*

Morgana: Back so soon? Finally gave up on Tam-Tam's stupid wild goose chase?

Thomas: Actually, There WAS NO goose chase, Tam-Tam was telling the truth.

Darious: And on the contrary, the coin was just there, just like Tam-Tam said it would be.

Percy: What? Is that supposed to be a joke? You're joking, right? If so, I'm not laughing. Oh, what's the punchline, that Mila and Thomas found where it was?

Mila: Actually, yes, Percy. That is PRECISELY what happened.

Percy: Wait... what... how... how did you do that?!

James: Apparently, Circe was going around turning everyone into feral animals with the coin.

Morgana: She WHAT? And how did Mila and No. 1 figure this out all by themselves?

Tam-Tam: Well, Mila nearly let Circe transform her into a wild ape.

Darious: And she nearly turned Thomas into a reindeer.

Morgana: Nearly? Too bad she didn't finish the job! A real chimp and a woodland freak would be better pirates than you, Mila and No. 1.

Thomas: Hey! We...

Darious: Alright, Thomas. Let me handle this. Mila and Thomas were instrumental in obtaining the coin. They bravely confronted Circe's lies and deceptions. Shortly thereafter, the coin was taken by force.

James: And I blew Circe's brains out... Oh dear, did I say that out loud?

*Thomas and Mila look at each other in angst.*

Tam-Tam: I had no idea, I was so lucky to serve beside heroes, Mila and Thomas.

Morgana: Heroes? Them! Oh, come on!

Darious: Alright now, Morgana. raise the anchor and rig the sails. We're leaving. Leeko, Tam-Tam, start mapping out possible locations for Rourkie. We need to stay on his trail. Chloe, man the ship's wheel.

Chloe: Ay-ay, cap'n.

Darious: Percy, climb on the top pole and be on a look out for any certain lands.

Percy: Yes, sir!

*Percy climbs up the pole to the top of the ship to keep a good lookout.*

Darious: Thomas, Mila... speak to me again before you head below deck, won't you?

Thomas: *whispers to Mila.* Oh bother, here we go again...

*Darious walks to another part of the ship whilst Thomas and Mila watch in angst. Just then, Tam-Tam walks up beside them.*

Tam-Tam: Well, our fortunes sure have changed around here, eh? Congrats, darlings. Go on, don't keep him waiting.

Thomas: Oh... I'm going to regret this.

Mila: Me too...

*Thomas and Mila walk nervously to the other part of the ship. But then, Thomas suddenly stops.*

Thomas: Wait a minute... Tam-Tam. Earlier, you said something I found strange...

Tam-Tam: I don't know what you're talking about, darling...

Thomas: How did you know which animals me and Mila were going to be turned into?

Mila: Yeah, you said Circe nearly turned me into a wild ape. How did you know that?

Thomas: What are you, a psychic or something?

Tam-Tam: You mentioned it, didn't you?

Thomas: I don't think we did. Or... not to my knowledge.

Tam-Tam: Then it must've been Darious. He said Circe attacked you, didn't he?

Mila: Darious did mention wild animals but he didn't mention WHICH animal.

Tam-Tam: Well, she had to try and turn you two into something, didn't she? If you're so sure nobody mentioned it, maybe it was a lucky guess on my part.

Thomas: *scoffs* Sounds pretty unlikely.

Tam-Tam: I heartily agree. You probably just forgot that you mentioned it, right?

Mila: Well, maybe we did. But that was a long night.

Tam-Tam: I understand, you two. Now, go. Don't keep Darious waiting.

Thomas: Oh, right! Darious! Thanks for reminding us, Tam-Tam. Come on, Mila. We've got a meeting to discuss.

Mila: Right on it, Thomas.

*Thomas steams up to Darious and Mila follows.*

Darious: I heard part of your conversation with Circe. I don't blame you for your feelings. I'm sure I'd feel quite similarly in your situation.

That's why I tried to talk you up to the crew. Morgana might not have acted like this, but even she was impressed by your bravery.

Thomas: She was?

Mila: Our... bravery?

Darious: You might not feel like you were brave, but who knows what would've happened if Circe targeted anyone else? I'm proud of you both.

Thomas: Oh... erm... Thanks... Darious.

Darious: Even after everything that's happened, you were willing to soldier on and confront Circe. But it is important that you know this - the risks we've taken, the indignities you've suffered, are all for a greater purpose.

Once we have gathered all of the coins, I believe we'll be able to change the world.

Thomas: And take us home?

Darious: Yes, and take you home, Thomas.

Mila: Change the world? But how?

Darious: I'm not sure, but I believe that was the goal of the wizard - to see if the coins could be reunited. If we can succeed, we can fulfill his vision for healing the world, whatever that may have been.

Thomas: But is "healing" a good idea?

Mila: Yeah, Is it really our place to want to heal the world?

Darious: Well, why not?

Mila: Because it might change people's motivations... you know, make them less good. Sickness and sorrow help create empathy, right? Why bother being good if everything's fine?

And what's the point of caring about others when nobody needs help?

Darious: Hmmm... I hadn't thought of it like that. Still... you two, would you still strive to be good even if there was no affirmative reason compelling you to do so?

Mila: Yeah... I think I would.

Thomas: I agree with Mila.

Darious: As would I, I suspect. So perhaps that won't be a problem after all. Still, it's very perceptive of you two.

*As Thomas and Mila head back down to the deck, Thomas turns to Mila.*

Thomas: You know, Mila. I've always feel like we've travelled all the seven seas.

Mila: Not entirely, Thomas. There are still some places we need to look.

Thomas: Most certainly indeed. But believe me, it's not as bad as sailing in the Dogger Bank.

Mila: The Dogger Bank? Oh, I've heard of that place, That's near Yorkshire, ain't it?

Thomas: Yep, the very same. *gets out guitar.* I heard a l'il sea shanty about this Dogger Bank place.

Mila: Really?

Thomas: *tunes guitar* Yeah, my friend SpongeBob told me. *plays guitar* It's a old sailor mouth sea shanty. It's pretty good.

*singing* Sailin' over the Dogger Bank, Oh, wasn't it a treat?

Wind a-blowing east-nor'-east, we had to give a s**t!

You ought to see us runnin' the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby.

Steam Team: *singing* Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby!

Thomas: *singing* Darious he's a hound captain. He loves a pint of good ale.

Percy: *singing* Morgana, she's a first mate b****, been seen in many's a jail.

James: *singing* And Leeko, he's a cartographer. he comes from the Pembrokeshire Isle.

Toby: *singing* And take a look at Old Tam-Tam, she gets us b****rs wild!

Steam Team: *singing* Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby!

Thomas: *singing* Watch out, twigger, as down the street she came.

Percy: *singing* Sharp claws and furry toes, Mila is on the game.

James: *singing* Mila is one of your flash girls, can't she cut a shine?

Toby: *singing* She can do the double shuffle on the Knickerbocker line!

Steam Team: *singing* Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby!

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates dance to the sea shanty whilst Duck plays the accordion, Chloe plays the tuba, Nia plays the guitar and Oliver plays the flute followed by

Edward and his violin solo.*

Steam Team and Dread Pirates: *singing* We are the guys to make a noise when we come home from sea.

We get right drunk, we roll on the floor, we have a jubilee.

We get right drunk and full of beer, we roll all over the floor,

And when our rent it is all spent we go to sea for more.

Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby!

Thomas: *singing* On a passage from the Dogger Bank to GREAT GRIMSBY!

Mila: Dang... that was a pretty good sea shanty. I'm surprised you know something about it.

Thomas: Oh, that's just a l'il surprise, that's all.

*Just then, Leeko and Molly show up.*

Molly: So, it's been a long night, huh?

Thomas: Well, easy for someone who didn't speak to me since the start of the film.

Leeko: Well, a little longer for you than for me, huh?

Mila: You mean our encounter with Circe?

Leeko: "Encounter"? Oh. please. You heard the captain! You two are heroes, and Tam-Tam's great too. She led us right to the coin.

Thomas: What are you guys saying?

Molly: *clears throat* There's a reason why these pirates doubted us earlier, Thomas. After you two gave away their ship, well... We're not exactly proud of this either, but it was nice not beingthe most pathetic member of the crew for a change.

But after today, I can see that they're right back to business as usual.

Mila: We're sorry, Molly.

Leeko: Ah, Not as sorry as we are. Molly shouldn't have criticized you because of our own hang ups.

Molly: I guess we just have to get used to being useless, huh?

Mila: I think you're useful. But you'll grow and learn eventually.

Thomas: Mila's right. You could grow into your own role here. I'm sure back when you were a merchant, you didn't know everything right away, did you Leeko?

Leeko: Truth be told, Thomas. I wasn't a very good merchant either. At last, whilst I'm on this ship, when the history books are written.

I'll be remembered for something big. Even if it's for being the smallest part of that big something. Assuming we make it, you know? Anyways, I've rambled long enough.

Thomas: Yeah... me too. Come on, Mila. Let's hit the hay, I'm 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.

*Thomas and Mila settle down to sleep. Scene changes to the ship docked at Ilfracombe Harbour at day time.*

Narrator: The next morning, The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates had arrived at a place called Ilfracombe, because the Dread Pirates knew that there might be some treasure nearby.

*Darious is talking with Thomas and the Dread Pirates.*

Thomas: Oh, a pie shop, Darious, really?

Darious: I've considered it from all angles, Thomas. Trento's shop is a good candidate for possessing a coin.

Tam-Tam: Trento's? Oh, I've heard of it. They're not just ANY pie shop. These pies are really sinful and decadent. We're talking better than sex good.

Thomas: Oh, so it's better than the juice in the caboose, the train in the tunnel, *does hand-gestures* the bawk, bawk, bawk?

Mila: Alright, Thomas. Shut up.

Leeko: I didn't realize you were so... hungry.

Darious: The point is, if the food is this good, magic must be involved.

Thomas: Wow, what a sad cynical time we live in, huh? A place that makes superb pies and we automatically suspect sorcery. Gentleman, we live in a society.

Morgana: More importantly, Rourkie always did have a bit of a sweet tooth. Seemed as good a place as any to try and find him.

Darious: Anyway, we shouldn't be dillydallying. Thomas, round up your friends and get yourself and Mila ready. We're on a quest to find that shop.

Thomas: On it, Darious.

*As the Dread Pirates disembark for their hunt, Thomas and Mila look for Percy and James. Meanwhile, Percy and James are looking around the inside of the ship.*

James: You know, Percy. That was a crazy experience on Circe's island, am I right?

Percy: Yep, good times.

James: That was last night.

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, Thomas and Mila arrive on the scene.*

Thomas: 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 Thomas and Mila.* Jebus want no pussies in his possy.

Mila: *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 Thomas and Mila be immortal?

James: *gets up on his wheels again.* They'll never enter the kingdom with us.

Thomas: What kingdom?

James: The Kingdom... of... Kung! It's in the book.

Mila: *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!

Mila: You know this book is self-published?

James: Yes, like many ancient texts.

Thomas: 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!

Mila: 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 pie shop, Mila and Thomas watch in disgust.*

Mila: Hmmm... immortality indeed. Just a bunch of seadog scuff.

Thomas: Yeah... no-one lives forever...

*Scene cuts to Thomas and Mila bathing near some rocks. Thomas is rubbing some shampoo in his smokebox and hair.*

Thomas: ...Not without Heads and Shoulders shampoo they don't. Yeah...

*Just then, Toby and Tam-Tam turn up.*

Toby: Hey, you guys. You coming?

Thomas: To the pie-shop? Yeah, we might catch you later. Darious did say I have to get Mila ready.

Mila: And why didn't I think of this before? This is far better than the hot springs I've been to.

Thomas: You lucky... I wish I could go to a hot springs.

Tam-Tam: Okay, suit yourselves. You know where to find us.

*Tam-Tam climbs aboard Toby and he departs, leaving Thomas and Mila, still bathing.*

Mila: Maybe, we should go and catch up with them.

Thomas: Nah, stay for a little longer. You haven't tried my shampoo.

Mila: Oh, so I didn't. Squirt me some, Thomas.

*Thomas squirts some shampoo into Mila's hand and she applies it to her hair.*

Mila: Oh yeah, that's the stuff.

*Scene changes to Mila and Thomas pulling up outside the pie shop.*

Thomas: Well, here we are, Trento's, that's the name of Trento's shop, right?

Mila: It certainly is, Thomas. Come on, let's go inside.

*Thomas and Mila enter the building where the others are waiting.*

Darious: Aha, Thomas, Mila. Glad you two could show up.

Thomas: Thanks, Darious. We knew we would.

*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.

*Edward nudges Thomas slighty.*

Thomas: I mean... What do you have in stock?

Trento: No cherry today, we've sold out. If that's what you here for, then you've wasted your time.

Percy: Believe me, we didn't sail halfway across the world for cherry pie.

Morgana: No. 6, we've only been across the channel and back. Why'd you think we'd go around the world?

Percy: Eh, sometimes you just have to get away from it all.

Trento: Hey, you wouldn't be the first, little engine. It is my number one seller, after all. But look,

your crew wandered in here at nearly closing time, and that means

we're sold out of apple, peach, strawberry, banoffee and blueberry too.

Thomas: *facepalms* Oh my God... do you have at least ANYTHING left?!

Trento: I got some sweet potato. Buy a slice or don't - I'm a busy man, well... what's it gonna be?

Darious: Actually... my interests lie in something else entirely.

Trento: You mean like... cake?

Darious: Not exactly. Have you seen this coin before? *holds up a coin in front of Trento.*

Trento: I... um... no. Never seen that thing before in my life.

Tam-Tam: Is that so? Come now, darling. You might be a wizard in the kitchen but your poker face isn't quite up to snuff.

Edward: Tam-Tam, please... we're in a public area.

Trento: Okay, okay. Maybe I've seen it, maybe I didn't. But it's NOT stolen, you hear?

Thomas: Oh, we hear alright.

Trento: Okay, I had a very reputable dealer. You understand?

Thomas: Mm-hm.

Darious: Hey, we're not accusing you of stealing it.

Thomas: Step aside, Darious. I know how to handle this.

Trento: Then why have you come in here, busting my chops over this?

Thomas: Because, esteemed Trento, It's on the map and the pirates need that coin.

Trento: You need it? YOU REALLY NEED IT?!

Thomas: Yes, and...

Trento: *scoffs* That's rich. Ever thought about how I might need it, pal?

Thomas: What, precisely, do you need it for?

Trento: I... uh... Look, it's kind of a lucky charm for me. You understand?

Thomas: We most certainly do not. A lucky charm, indeed. You're seriously entertaining such superstitions.

Trento: Hey! Luck might not mean much to an educated guy like you. But I was on the verge of closing up shop before it came along. Now I seel so many pies, I can barely

keep up! Sorry, pal. But the coin is not for sale, Period.

Mila: Look, we can both negotiate a profit here. Do you REALLY want to spend your whole life baking?

We could trade you some very treasures for that coin? Items so valuable

you'll never have to work another day in your life.

Thomas: *whispers* Mila! What're you doing? You're gonna do Scene 6 all over again!

Mila: *whispers* Trust me, Thomas! I've got this.

Trento: Rare treasures, you say? You got 'em with you?

Mila: Eh... not exactly...

Thomas: We're currently in the process of trying to recover...

Trento: Oh, blah blah blah! In other words, you don't got it. No deal. Now if you don't mind,

get the hell out of my shop.

Darious: You've made your point; we're leaving.

Thomas: Oh no, I'm not leaving this shop empty-handed unless you give me the coin.

Trento: I told you, I don't got no coin. Now get out before I make you leave.

Thomas: *scoffs* What're you gonna do about it?

*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.*

Darious: Well, on the upside. We've at least confirmed we're looking in the right place.

Tam-Tam: I'm sure, given a little more time. I'll make him an offer he can't refuse.

James: *chuckles* Movie references are fun!

Morgana: We're not going to wait around for you to slither your way into his pants.

Duck: Ewww... Tam-Tam would do that?

Tam-Tam: You certainly have a one track mind.

Morgana: If he's not going to give it up peacefully, why don't we just barge right in there and take it!

Gordon: Sounds good to me.

*Gordon steams back to the shop but Edward grabs him by his front buffer.*

Edward: Now HOLD ON A MINUTE, Gordon. We're NOT resorting to that!

Gordon: Aww... this movie hasn't had enough action in it. I'm getting BORED!

Darious: Morgana, we don't even know if he's got it with him.

Thomas: We could try talking it out with him.

Mila: How would you do that?

Thomas: Why, me and the Steam Team are the most sweet talking engines you'd ever meet.

Trento would never stand a chance between himself and 21 engines. So either way... *singing* where did you go?!

Thomas: *singing* I was searchin' (Engines: *singing* searchin') on a harbour branch

I was hopin' (Engines: *singing* hopin') for a chance to meet

I was waitin' for the operator on the line

Engines: *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 feat. Bertha, Rebecca, Gordon, Oliver and Toby: *singing and dancing in a similar fashion to Mannrobics.* You gotta slow down, (Engines: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Engines: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Engines: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Engines: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Engines: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Thomas: *singing* I was steamin' (Engines: *singing* steamin'), many days go by

I was thinkin' (Engines: *singing* thinkin') 'bout the lonely nights

Communication breakdown all around.

Engines: *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 feat. Chloe, Jade, Duck, Abigail and Nia: *singing, dancing and jumping in a sort of conga line.* You gotta slow down, (Engines: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Engines: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Engines: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Engines: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Engines: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Thomas feat. Percy and Toby: *singing* I've been livin' (Engines: livin') on a top station

I've been askin' (Engines: askin' kindly) everybody I meet

Insufficient data coming through.

Engines: *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 feat. Emily, Donald, Douglas, James and Henry: *singing* You gotta slow down, (Engines: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Engines: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Engines: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Engines: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Engines: 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 Steam Team: *singing and dancing in a similar fashion to Mannrobics.* You gotta slow down, (Engines: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Engines: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Engines: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Engines: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Engines: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Steam Team and Dread Pirates: *singing* Slow down, (Engines: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Engines: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Engines: run run), you've got me searchin' (Thomas: Mila!)

Mila: *singing and dancing* Hold on, (Engines: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Engines: hold on)

Steam Team and Dread 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, (Engines: *singing* slow down), sweet talkin' engines, (Engines: slow down)

You've got me runnin', (Engines: run run), you've got me searchin'

Hold on, (Engines: hold on), sweet talkin' engines (Engines: hold on)

It's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Thomas: So, what'd ya think?

Darious: Interesting idea, Thomas. But I don't think your fine talking is going to convince Trento to give you the coin.

Thomas: Oh, right. But what CAN we do and WHO can help us?

Voice: I might be able to help with that.

*Just then, a black cat with purple stripes, also dressed in 17th centuary clothing walks over.*

Percy: Who the hell are you?

Oliver: We don't care who she is. This is a private conversation.

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?

Tam-Tam: That so...? And what do you want in return?

Kate: What? Oh no, you misunderstood...

Tam-Tam: Come now, you look like a clever girl. Would anyone help out a stranger, when they had nothing to gain?

Henry: Tam-Tam, trust me, it happens. Just not every day.

Kate: Alright, alright. You've made your point. Perhaps it's best if I tell you everythin' about the shop. It's high time the truth was known about that place. But it's not safe to talk about it in the open.

Darious: Well, then. Let's head aboard my ship, Kate. Leeko, Holly, Chloe and the rest of you remain here.

Leeko: Aww... why me? I wanted to...

Darious: We need someone to run reconnaissance on Trento. If he leaves the shop, let us know where he goes.

Thomas: "Reconnaissance" again... oh brother...

*Scene changes to Darious, Morgana, Tam-Tam, Mila, Thomas, Percy and Oliver 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.

Morgana: Hey, you don't need to go back that far.

Kate: Growin' up, we didn't have much to eat...

Oliver: Oh, yeah. I'm sure of that...

Kate: Those were tough times indeed...

Morgana: What No. 11's trying to say is that you certainly look like you get plenty to eat these days.

*Thomas is shocked to hear this and gapes crossly at Oliver.*

Thomas: You disrespectful little brute!

*Thomas smacks Oliver on the back of his smokebox.*

Oliver: Oi!

Kate: I'll get to that later... As I was sayin', When I was hired to work in the pie shop, Trento wouldn't ever give me a chance in the kitchen. Just sweepin' and cleanin', that's

all he ever used me for.

Percy: But what makes you think you'd cut it as a chef? Did you actually have any training?

Kate: Hey, you sound just like him!

Percy: Sorry, sorry... slip of the tongue... slip of the tongue.

Darious: Alright, let her speak, Percy.

Kate: I wanted so badly to help in the kitchen. I'd done my share of bakin' at home... but as your sufferable subordinate suggested, I lacked formal trainin'.

So I decided to stay inside the shop, after tellin' him I'd gone home for the day.

Thomas: To spy on your employer?

Kate: I see how it is around here. When I look in on him, I'm a spy, but when you do it. It's "reconnaissance".

Oliver: Whoa... she's got a sharp tongue...

Darious: Fair point, Kate. My apologies.

Thomas: Why not just ask Trento to teach you how to bake? Everything will take care of itself.

Kate: Oh, believe me, No. 1. I tried. But shortly after I came on board. Trento developed some kind of secret technique. One which caused his popularity to greatly expand... along with other things...

Tam-Tam: What other things would that be?

Kate: Have paitence, please, snakey-girl. Trust me, just let me continue with my story.

Oliver: Never thought I'd say this, but I'd give anything to switch places with any of the other engines not seen here right now.

Kate: Anyway, I had to know Trento's secret. Had I been given half of the chance, I know my passion for good food would've brightened the smile of the world, Or... at least the most important people in it. So given the circumstances,

I had no choice but to look in on him, and that's when I saw what his secret was - that coin. It explained everythin'!

Mila: Everything?

Kate: Why he didn't want to share his recipes. Why the pies were suddenly extremely, addictively delicious. Tasty enough for people to ignore the side effects.

Percy and Oliver: *gulps* Side effects?

Kate: You see, unbeknownst to the public, Trento's pies cause... weight gain.

*Thomas, Percy, Oliver and Mila gasp and stare in shock and horror.*

Morgana: Oh, please. Everyone knows eating pies makes you fat, you moron.

Kate: But... but... alright, doubt me if you want to. But that man doesn't care about the welfare of his customers, his employees, anybody. A man like that shouldn't have access to a magic coin.

Darious: And the coin's in his shop?

Kate: He keeps it inside the oven, you've got to take it from him.

Darious: Thank you, Kate.

*Just then, Duck steams onto the ship, with Leeko on his running board.*

Leeko: Trento's left the shop.

Darious: Perfect timing. Kate's just informed us of the coin's location - it's inside. Mila, Morgana, Thomas, Percy, let's head back there. Tam-Tam, Oliver, Leeko, Duck, stay here with Kate. Keep her until we return.

Kate: Wait, what?

Darious: Since you have a history with Trento, we don't want you to be involved in recovering his coin. It's for your own safety, Kate.

Leeko: Look on the bright side. Maybe the two of us can get better acquainted? Tell me a little more about yourself.

Kate: Let me start from the beginnin', I've dreamt of workin' as a baker since I was a little girl...

*Whilst Kate is talking to Leeko, the others make a run for the pie shop. Duck calls out to Thomas.*

Duck: Thomas, why can't me and Oliver come and retrieve the coin too?

Thomas: Because Duck... You're Great Western... and Great Westerners don't burn their fair skin on hot surfaces.

Duck: Oh... I suppose you're right.

*Thomas, Percy James and Gordon, along with Mila, Morgana and Darious make their way towards the pie shop. They haven't gone very far when Thomas stops because he remembered something.*

Mila: Darious?

Darious: Yes, Mila?

Mila: Did you really ask Leeko, Tam-Tam, Duck and Oliver to keep Kate aboard the ship just to protect her from Trento?

Morgana: Of course not, Mila. Use your head.

James: I did that once, got a severe scar on the back of my brain for doing so.

Darious: Hmmm... that was one reason, yes. Tell me, Thomas; could you think of another?

Thomas: Erm.... Maybe getting the coin itself could be dangerous? I don't know...

Darious: Yes, Agreed. But it's not a danger that can be appreciated by just anyone. You see Mila, when you first wore that coin around your neck, you didn't have

any idea what it was capable of, did you?

Mila: Ummm... no?

Darious: ...and Thomas, you didn't have any idea on what your builder's plate was capable of, didn't you?

Thomas: Well, obviously no. Because it's a builder's plate. Nothing special.

Darious: Yes, I established that. But there's also another reason. You see, once we...

Gordon: Let's just break inside and be done with it. The coin isn't going to steal itself.

Darious: I admire your enthusiasm, Gordon. But recovering the coin that way is just one option. There is another; we could bring Trento on board.

James: Then, I could blow his brains out, steal his keys, break into his shop and THEN get the coin.

Thomas: James... you're not.

James: Damn, I thought it was a good idea. And another thing, invite THAT grease ball onto our ship? With Kate on board, too? Aren't you worried about the ship sinking?

Thomas: James, we're riding the ship too. Trento and Kate aren't just the heavy ones...

James: Oh, you sad sick son-of-a-b***h...

Darious: Yes, very funny, Thomas and James. But there's no way to be certain Kate was telling us the truth about where the coin was, and I'm sure you'll agree that the rest of her story sounded dubious and vainglorious.

Percy: The wha-?

Henry: I don't think she was the sharpest scone in the box, if that's what you're getting at.

Darious: If we bring Trento on board and show him Kate, we can explain to him that we have foiled a robbery.

Thomas: I don't see how THAT's going to work, Darious.

Mila: Foiled a robbery... what do you mean?

Percy: Hang on, HANG ON... Darious, you REALLY want us to hand over someone who wanted to help US?

Darious: It might appear to be harsh, Percy, I know. However, she was the one who spied on her boss, then suggested to us that we steal from him.

Gordon: But why should we cover for her just because her interests happen to align with her own?

Mila: Gordon's got a good point.

Gordon: Because... because... er...

James: Because Kate might be a fatass, but why trick her when we can just honestly steal the coin?

Gordon: Thanks, James.

Darious: "Honestly" steal it? I almost admire your cognitive dissonance there, James.

James: Thanks.

Morgana: I don't... *sighs* No. 5 has really got me there.

Darious: Perhaps another perspective. Thomas, Mila, which plan do you think is best?

*Thomas and Mila look at each other in concern for they have no idea what to go with, Thomas eventually gives in.*

Thomas: You know what? Let's bring on him on board. I have a feeling Kate was wrong to do what she did, and we shouldn't cover for her. It's better to get the coin legitimately

than steal it.

Mila: Hmmm... that works, Thomas.

*Scene changes to Trento walking down the street, with a Subway in his hands. When he notices Thomas and Mila with desperate looks on their faces.*

Trento: Ugh, what do you guys want now? I told you, I don't have...

Thomas: Actually, someone else has it.

Mila: And we know who...

*Scene changes to back on the ship where Kate is talking to Leeko, Duck and Oliver.*

Kate: Oh, really now? That's so sweet. You must be lucky to run a branchline, you two.

Duck: Oh, it's nothing, Kate. It's what me and Oliver do for a living.

*Just then, Thomas arrives back with Trento on his running board.*

Trento: 'Ello, Kate! What are you doing here?

Kate: Oh my God... No... NO!

Oliver: So we want your backstory too? Eh, Trento?

Trento: Even better, buddy. Thomas and Mila told me everything!

Thomas: You see, Kate overheard our conversation and she encouraged us to steal his coin, and she let us know where to find it.

Leeko: Darious?! You're turning her in?

*Just then, James steams onto the ship.*

James: Why not, Leeko? I knew Kate was a bad egg from the start. But I never thought...

Kate: Oh, to blazes with that, y'all! Thomas, you're scum! I came to help you and you betray me?

Thomas: Look, Kate. I have the most upright respect for all cooks, even Gordon Ramsey. But we had to do what's right. Justice is blind, Kate.

Trento: That's right. Kate, I'm turning you over to the city guards, if you hated sweeping up my floors, I can't wait to find out how much you'll love living in the dungeon!

Kate: This can't be right! Leeko! Duck! Oliver! Do somethin'!

Leeko: Thomas, don't do this. She only wanted to help.

Oliver: Yeah, and I was getting to know her better.

Thomas: I'm sorry, Leeko and Oliver. After deliberation, Darious, Mila and I determined that this was the right path.

*Scene changes to Kate being arrested by two cops.*

Kate: You b******s! When I get outta here, I'm gonna claw your faces down for good!

Thomas: Yeah, yeah. Can't win, don't try! See you in the afterlife.

*Kate is taken to a police station whilst Thomas, Mila, Leeko, Duck and Oliver watch in awe.*

Duck: So... it's come to this. We try and help a poor soul and THIS is what she gets.

Mila: I know you're disappointed, Duck. But this was Darious' idea in the first place.

Duck: I wish you told us that sooner, Mila.

*Mila climbs back into Thomas' cab.*

Mila: Come on, Thomas. Let's make our way back to the pie shop. Darious and Trento probably need our help loading the supplies onto the ship.

Thomas: You got it, Mila.

*Thomas puffs back to the pie shop where Leeko, Darious, Morgana and Percy are just loading up the supplies. Thomas blows his whistle to attract Trento's attention.*

Trento: Hey! It's you, guys! Thanks for doing this right by with that whole business with Kate. I can't believe I ever trusted a stupid broad like her.

Thomas: That's alright. We all make mistakes, Trento. I'd hate for you to make another.

Trento: Why do I get a feeling that I'm not gonna like we're you're going with this? I know I'm in your debt, but...

Percy: I think we both know how you can repay that debt, Trento.

Trento: Look, for the last time, you can't have it. No... that coin is everything to me, and I mean everything.

Percy: But you may not have a choice!

Trento: What are you talking about?

Darious: What Percy means is that today you found a former employee who was willing to help another rob you. But that's only just the beginning.

Thomas: Darious is right. We've already fought bandits willing to kill for these coins, someone like you cannot hold onto it forever under these circumstances, if you know what I mean.

Trento: Well, you have a point. So, what should I do?

Thomas: Why not you give it to us? Besides, these are the Dread Pirates. They could've stolen the coin at any time with or without Kate's help. But they didn't, did they?

Percy: And if you hand it over, you will at least have the satisfaction of knowing it's in safe and honourable hands.

Trento: Well, "satisfaction" doesn't pay the bills, if you know what I'M saying.

Percy: Cor... *turns to Thomas.* This guy's a tough nut to crack.

Darious: Well, I'd offer you financial compensation, but my collection of treasure and accountancy was sadly pilfered by one of our rivals.

Thomas: *sighs* Is he still going on about that? This man is not giving ANY of us respect!

Trento: Hmmm... I've got an idea. Here's my price for the coin, take me with ya.

Thomas: Wait... what?

Percy: You?

Trento: I said bring me along. Something wrong with your ears? Aside from the fact that you two don't even have ears at all?

Thomas: We DO have ears, you just can't see them.

Darious: We heard you, I'm just... err... not certain how well you'd fit in.

Trento: *chuckles* Everyone could use a cook! Hey, I got nothing without that coin. I might as well close-up shop right now. Hence that giant "Out of Business" sign I put up in front!

And I've run up some big debts with some real sharks, so it's a... a mighty convenient time for me to be moving along, you know what I mean?

Percy: Wait... you're paying SHARKS?

Trento: No, figure of speech, dumbass.

Percy: Well, speak English, then. I couldn't get a word of that in edgeways!

Morgana: We already have more liars and losers than we can handle. We don't have room for a shifty baker who can't even pay his bills.

Trento: Come on, you know my price. Take it or leave it. Oh, and... er... don't try anything stupid like robbing me. Ilfracoombe has some members of the city guard outside who won't

take too kindly to that sort of thing.

Thomas: Alright, Trento. You win, you just give us that coin and you've got a deal.

Trento: *shakes Thomas' hand.* Thanks, Thomas. I'd knew you'd come around. I'll get my things sorted. *climbs onto Percy's footplate.* Percy, I might need your help with these.

Percy: Right away, Trento!

*Percy sets off from the shop to collect Trento's supplies. Scene changes to Thomas, Mila, Morgana and Darious arriving back on the ship.

James and Edward are waiting for them.*

Morgana: You're letting that slime ball join our crew? A few hours ago, you were going to have him thrown in jail.

James: Darious, is there ANYONE you won't let on board?

Darious: If he doesn't fit in, we can always drop him off at our next stop. But, you never know, Morgana and James. He might surprise us all.

Morgana: How, by poisoning our food?

Edward: Oh, he won't be poisoning anyone's foods. I'LL be the one teaching him. I have cooked for my engine friends in the past.

*Percy arrives back on the ship with boxes.*

Percy: Edward's right, you know. He makes the BEST cookies any engine could ever make.

Thomas: You know, Morgana. You certainly changed a lot from who you where when Mila first invited me and the others on board. Do you think the person you are today would approve of inviting the old you on board, hmmmm?

Morgana: Of course not, it was a huge risk.

Thomas: 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.

Edward: Cheer up, Morgana old chap. Trento isn't so bad, is he?

Morgana: I suppose it could be worse; we could be having Kate on board.

Darious: Anyway, I'm glad you approve, Morgana.

Morgana: Hey, I didn't say... er... whatever, Darious. I got stuff to do.

*Morgana storms off to tell the others "the good news", Darious turns to Thomas and Mila.*

Darious: So tell me, you two. Do you approve of how things turned out?

Thomas: Actually, Kate's fate isn't really our concern, Darious.

Mila: We got the coin and that's all that matters. Kate made her own choices.

Darious: Yes, and I do feel sympathy for her, given that she was the victim of her own ambitions. We, of course, are on the most ambitious quest imaginable. Just remember that, you two.

Thomas and Mila: Ay-ay, cap'n!

*Thomas and Mila get back to work whilst the sun sets on the horizon.*

Narrator: Thomas and his Friends knew they would find the coins 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 (ALT Cut No. 3)

Part 2

� GULLANE (THOMAS) LIMITED 2021, 2024

� 2021, 2024 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". After many days at sea, attempting to find

magic coins and suffering dangers of the world, such as hippogriffs, animal magic and pie shops, the engines and the pirates were on their next adventure to find the

fifth coin. 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 ship is currently out at sea, voyaging for its next destination.

Trento has cooked some pies for the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates. Thomas, Mila, Leeko and Oliver are busying eating some.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, out at sea, the engines were enjoying their life on the ocean waves. Trento, who ran the pie shop at Ilfracombe, was settling into his new life on The Pirate's Fate.

Trento: Well, don't leave me hangin', guys.

Mila: Wow, this is... this is... um...

Trento: Come on, out with it. You hate it, you hate my food, don't you?

Thomas: Hey, we never said that.

Mila: Hate's a strong word.

Oliver: Really? I use it all the time.

Trento: I knew it. Well, don't blame me! Your egghead captain said it wasn't safe to use the coins for cooking. So you're getting the Trento au naturale. Well, I better go serve

the rest of you ungrateful lot.

Thomas: Wait, you don't have to do...

*But before Thomas could reply, Trento walks off.*

Thomas: ...that.

Leeko: I see from your facial expression that you've had supper.

Mila: This wasn't what we thought we were in for when we invited a chef on board.

Leeko: You know, I wanted to be a chef when I was younger.

Oliver: Really?

Leeko: My dream was to cook for the royal family. Kinda sad to think about it now, a dream that will never happen.

Mila: You never know, Leeko. Maybe, when this is all over, you'll get a shot at it.

Leeko: Knowing my luck, I'll probably end up being as good a chef as I am a pirate. But thanks anyway, Mila. I've got to go help stir the pot. Otherwise things will get even more burnt.

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. Trento returns to see Thomas and Mila.*

Trento: You guys want more?

Thomas: More what?

Trento: More pies?

Thomas: Oh, no thanks. I'm full.

Mila: Ummm... same here.

Trento: Well, just let me know if you do... so you call yourselves the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team, right?

Mila: Well, only the engines are members of the Steam Team, but yes, us pirates are known as the Dread Pirates.

Thomas: Well, as Darious would put it. They're not real pirates, they're treasure hunters.

Trento: Hey, even better. Getting rich sounds a lot more fun that fighting.

Thomas: Well, those can't be completely avoided. I mean when there's a treasure as valuable as the one we're looking for, it's going to attract a lot of attention from the media.

Trento: So, how big a payday we talking about here?

Mila: Payday? It's not really like that, you see...

Thomas: 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,

Mila: That's right, and THAT'S what makes us different from ordinary pirates.

Thomas: It's a fact... you'll understand.

Trento: You ask me, once you find them all. You ought to auction those coins off to the highest bidder on eBay. Then we could all live like kings!

*Trento walks off, leaving Thomas and Mila to ponder.*

Thomas: I wonder what he meant by that?

Mila: I have no idea.

*Just then, a thunderstorm sound is heard.*

Gordon: That wasn't me... was it?

Darious: Feel that? Squall's coming, Time to rig the storm sails. Mila, Thomas, take port. Tam-Tam, James, starboard. I'll try and navigate us through this.

Thomas: But who's gonna be steering the whole ship?

Voice: Up here, y'all.

*The seven turn to find that Percy has called shotgun.*

Percy: 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: Of course, Morgana, Gordon...

Gordon: Yeeeees?

*Gordon finds himself climbing the rungs of the ship's ratlines, he freaks out when a thunderstorm flashes.*

Tam-Tam: Having a little trouble climbing, guys? *snickers*

Gordon: Yes, very funny indeed, Tam-Tam.

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. Mila, Thomas! Get up there, now!

Thomas: What's the magic word?

Darious: *sighs* Get up there and rig the sails... please.

Thomas: Thank you. Come on, Mila.

Mila: Right on it, Thomas.

*Thomas and Mila rig one of the sails.*

Thomas: There we go, wasn't so hard.

Percy: I wouldn't say that...

Mila: What'd you mean?

*Percy points towards the horizon, for the ship is heading towards a BIG whirlpool.*

Thomas: Oh... crud...

Percy: Don't worry, I know how to ride a boat. Have you ever rode in a speedboat?

Mila: No...

Percy: 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 being moving on these rollers which will the power the ship, like a treadmill.

Thomas: Percy, I don't understand how that is going to...

*But before Thomas can reply, Percy revs up the accelerators and the ship suddenly starts at full speed.*

Thomas: WOOOOOOOORK!!!!

*The Dread Pirates and the Steam Team are taken by surprise at this sudden force, they rock and roll violent on the ship.*

Percy: 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!

*Mila and Thomas hold on for dear lives.*

Thomas: I regret everything I do here, I really do!

Mila: 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.*

Percy: This is better than double overtime on the North Western Railway!!!

Darious: PERCY! CUT THAT OUT! WE'LL GET SHIPWRECKED!

Percy: TRUST ME, DARIOUS! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!

*Suddenly, a sharp wave hits the boat and Percy is sent, flying off. Thankfully, he has a rope attached to his foot that Thomas and Mila grab on to.*

Thomas and Mila: PERCY!

*As the ship shoots through the waves, Percy rockets underwater with the rope attached to him. Percy gurgles and screams at the same time. Just then, he passes SpongeBob and Patrick.*

Percy: *gurgles* Oh hi, you guys!

*Percy 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 Tam-Tam and James.*

Percy: Sorry! *races back to the ship's wheel and regains control.* Now then, to get us outta here and fast!

*Percy steers the ship through the rough waves in hopes of getting the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team out of high seas. Leeko and Trento 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.

Trento: 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.*

Mila: Phew! The storm's cleared up...

Morgana: Yeah... But we all had a near-death experience.

Thomas: That was scary indeed. Percy, you should be careful driving a ship like that in the future.

Percy: Sorry, Thomas.

*End of Scene 1*

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Scene 2:

*Scene shows a map of the ship, sailing through the channel, right near South West England.*

Narrator: The long voyage for the next coin continued, but the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates bravely fought their way through the rough seas and high winds to their destination. Until one night...

*Scene changes to the ship sailing through some fog. Gordon, James and Henry are sitting on the deck, fishing.*

James: You know, guys. Maybe the life on the ocean waves isn't as bad as I thought it would be...

Gordon: Yeah... We even said engines don't go fishing... but fishing for someone else... *smirks* It's a completely different story.

Henry: Couldn't agree more myself.

*Suddenly an explosion is heard, a cannonball is heading directly for the ship. Gordon, James and Henry see it and jump out of the way in time. The cannonball hits the ship and violently rocks it.*

James: Oh my God! CAPTAIN! Direct hit! They came right out of the fog!

*Thomas, Mila, Morgana and Darious arrive on the scene.*

Darious: Who?

Gordon: I don't know, we didn't see!

Thomas: Wait a minute... what's that in the distance?

*Thomas gets out his telescope and gasps. There is another pirate ship and there... who should be standing there but...*

Thomas: ROURKIE!!!

Rourkie: *laughs* How does it feel to sink on my ship, Darious! How do you like that? Half your port bow is gone.

Brock: Should we try to board them, boss?

Rourkie: Ah, of course not... The engines are likely to taunt me again. Keep firing, don't stop 'til that hunk of junk is at the bottom of the ocean.

Mary: Wait... but what about the engines?

Rourkie: They'll be alright, They'll die a couple of seconds. The same way the S.S. Thistlegorm killed some...

*The Dread Pirates and the Steam Team watch in agony.*

Mila: Isn't there some way to stop this cycle of senseless violence?

Percy: Mila, the world is not that simple.

Morgana: There's only one way to stop someone like Rourkie. Return fire, ASAP!

Thomas: I'm on it!

*Thomas steams to another part of the deck and shunts a cannon.*

Darious: No, Thomas. We're outgunned. We've got to lose them in the fog.

Thomas: What? Are you crazy?

Darious: I'll take the helm. Morgana, Rebecca, start bailing out the water.

Morgana and Rebecca: Ay-ay, cap'n!

*Morgana and Rebecca rush to the hull of the ship and start draining the water as quickly as possible. The ship eventually starts moving.*

Darious: Great! We're moving! Tam-Tam, Abigail, get Trento and Leeko up here to help!

*Tam-Tam and Abigail rush to the stern gallery to find Leeko and Trento.*

Tam-Tam: Leeko!

Abigail: Trento!

*Tam-Tam and Abigail rush inside the stern gallery to find Leeko and Trento.*

Abigail: Leeko? Trento?

Tam-Tam: Where are they?

*Suddenly, they step on something soft... they both look down and gasp in agony, trauma and devastation. Scene cuts to outside where the others hear Abigail's whistle.*

Thomas: That sounds like Abigail.

Percy: She must be in trouble.

Darious: I don't know... but something must be wrong.

*Just then, Tam-Tam and Abigail walk out of the stern gallery, both in tears.*

Thomas: Abigail? Tam-Tam? What's wrong?

Abigail: *sniffs* Oh, Thomas... It was terrible. We were hit below deck... Trento was knocked unconscious, and all this blood... and... and...

Tam-Tam: All that was left was this hat... *holds up a very familiar looking hat.* They're... they're both... both...

Thomas: Oh dear GOD....

Percy: Leeko... Trento...

Morgana: Leeko's... DEAD? Let's return fire! We've got to make them pay.

Percy: Not... this... time...

Thomas: No, Percy! If you do that, you'll give away our position, This brittle ship is barely staying afloat as it is. One more shot and we're done for.

Henry: Why live to fight another day, when we can follow Morgana and let foolish pride lead us into a watery grave?

Mila: Guys... if we want to avenge Leeko, we've got to fight them when they're most likely to win, but this is clearly not a fight.

Darious: I agree, this battle is over.

Percy: Botheration, I didn't even get to test out my tactical rocket launcher.

Thomas: Maybe another time, Percy. Maybe another time.

*Later, Thomas and Mila are mourning the loss of Leeko.*

Mila: I just can't believe it... Leeko's really gone...

Thomas: The first time you lose a friend, it's always the hardest, Mila. This is not an easy life we engines lead, and fate is often a cruel mistress. There's nothing I can say

that will ameliorate you and your friends' pain. But know this, Life must go on, always.

*Trento walks onto the deck, followed by Edward.*

Trento: *groans* Goodness me, I've got a splitting headache! What the hell just happened?

Darious: We were attacked by Rourkie and we lost a man.

Trento: Then why ain't we looking for him? Wait... you mean lost as in... killed?!

Thomas: Yes, Leeko. He's dead... *holds up Leeko's hat.*

Trento: Oh... dear God, no! That is just brutal.

Tam-Tam: Ah, and you thought this was a pleasure cruise. An easy mistake to make.

Trento: No, it's just... I'm on this ship five hours and there's already fighting and dying out here.

Morgana: Either way, sounds like you're a coward.

Trento: Hey, I'm no coward! It's just... what use is treasure if I'm dead before I can spend it?

Edward: Let's save the ship first and we'll discuss all of this later.

*The others go back to work.*

Darious: How's the leak?

Thomas: The ship is taking on more water than we can bail out.

Mila: The nearest port is only three days away...

Thomas: Three days? But we'll be dead by that time.

Mila: Indeed, we won't last another day, let alone three.

Percy: YO! LAND-HO! I can see somthing off the starboard bow. It looks like... a floating city? I think we've found the lost city of Atlantis!

Thomas: So Atlantis isn't a myth after all...? Extrordinary! Bring us about!

Edward: Wait.. didn't you say... Atlantis? Maybe we should... I don't know... stay away from there.

Thomas: Edward... there could be another coin! What makes you say that and why?

Edward: Well, legend has it they aren't known for being friendly to pirates.

Darious: What about engines?

Edward: I don't know... my designers always told me to stay away from cities in unknown areas.

*Just then, Morgana walks up beside Edward.*

Morgana: Well, right after that... your designers told me they were just kidding.

Edward: They did? But you weren't around during the days of the Furness Railway, how would you know?

Tam-Tam: Oh, Morgana. I love this new side of you. Cowardice really brings out the colour in your cheeks.

Morgana: Call me a coward again or I'll...

Thomas: ENOUGH! We don't have the luxury of choosing a more favorable location. If we don't dock now, we're ALL going to drown!

Morgana: Yeah... but No. 1, I have to tell you that...

Thomas: Morgana, your objection is noted. Leeko, chart a course for... Oh, yeah, he's dead. *turns to Toby.* Toby! I need you to chart a course for the floating city.

Toby: Ay-ay, Thomas!

Morgana: In that case... I'll be just heading below deck.

Darious: Morgana, what's going on?

Mila: I see a group of guards coming... Oh God... we're going to be boarded.

Thomas: Son-of-a-b***h! We've only just arrived. HOW do they not know there's engines on board?!

*Just then, a guard walks onto the ship.*

Guard: Yes, this is the ship. Which one of yous is the pirate known as Rourkie?

Gordon: Ah yes, there's been a misunderstanding... You see, Rourkie stole our ship and whilst he was distracted, we were forced to take his...

Guard: Yeah, sure, sure. If none of you want to tell us the truth, we'll just search the whole ship to locate Rourkie, you can do this easy way or the hard way.

Percy: What about the medium way? Or the semi-medium-easy-hard way? Or the sorta hard with a touch of awkward-easy-difficulty-challenging way?

*The guard just stares in confusion.*

Percy: So that's how you wanna play it, huh?

Guard: Ummmm... Anyway, which one do you want?

Thomas: Look! Rourkie just tried to kill us and we barely escaped with our lives. I survived with only a bullet wound in my right arm. WE'RE NOT HIS CREW! Besides, WE'RE NOT EVEN PIRATES! WE'RE...

Guard: OKAY, okay! I get it! I get it! You're still coming with us.

Darious: Officer, I assure you were are NOT Rourkie's crew and we do NOT know his whereabouts. However, our ship is currently taking in water and...

Tam-Tam: Officer, if you're interested in a search, I'd be more than happy to give you a hand... If you catch my drift...

Guard: Yeah... I'm done with this nonsense, search the boat.

*Just then, a few guards come out with Morgana in their hands.*

Morgana: GET YOUR FINS OFF OF ME!

*Another guard comes out with a cardboard box.*

James: THAT'S MY PORN STASH! GIVE THAT BACK! I JUST HAD IT REPLACED!

Tam-Tam: Really, officer? She can't be your type, and you know Rourkie doesn't read porn...

Darious: Actually, he does...

Tam-Tam: Oh...

Guard: I'll need a witness to verify, but she's a close to the description of one of Rourkie's lieutenants. We're taking her into custody.

Darious: Release my crewmate at once!

Guard: Like hell we will! Don't worry, we'll repair your ship. We wouldn't want to lose valuable evidence for the trial.

Thomas: Trial, what trial? On what grounds?

Guard: What grounds do you think? Piracy! *turns to Morgana.* Now come with me, sissy.

*The guards drag Morgana from the ship, the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team follow them.*

Percy: She can't go to hell. Do you know what they do to you in hell? I've witnessed all kind of things in hell, like bad politics.

*Scene cuts to cutaway of Donald Trump in hell with the Devil from Cuphead.*

Devil: So, it says here you were involved with the abuse of power and world domination?

Donald Trump: Well, that's what they said when Mexico wouldn't pay for the wall.

Devil: Okay, into the eternal pit you go.

*The Devil pushes Trump into the eternal pit.*

Donald Trump: Oh no...

*End of Scene 2*

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Scene 3:

*Scene changes to a courtroom where the engines and pirates are watching the trial of Morgana, The prosecutor steps forward.*

Prosecutor: There's no reason for the rest of you to stay. Morgana's the one we want. Leave now and we won't consider charging the rest of you with aiding a fugitive.

Trento: Hey, I'll take you up on that! I'm out of here. Nice knowin' ya, Dread Pirates. Later!

*Trento walks out.*

Thomas: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, TRENTO! Come back! You're not to supposed to... AUGH! The nerve of some people!

Emily: Right! We have so much to gain by sticking around, right Darious?

Darious: Indeed we do, Emily. We have our honour.

Emily: Honor? Oh, sure, I forgot, abstract priniciples. That's the secret ingrediant to find those coins, right?

Thomas: There are some things more important than the mission, Emily. We'll be staying right here.

Emily: What? You're joking.

Darious: Nope, Thomas is right, Emily. Morgana is our comrade. I don't care if you put us all behind bars, we Dread Pirates are loyal, we're a family and no matter what, we don't abandon your family.

Thomas: The Steam Team is the same, Emily. If we're stuck in a jail cell, who's going to look after our passengers?

Emily: Oh, you're right, I forgot. I... yes, what you said.

Judge: We're ready to begin. Bring out the accused and read the charges.

*Morgana is brought forward towards the judge and the prosecutor.*

Prosecutor: Morgana... you are accused of two counts of assault, one count of piracy and one count of theft.

Judge: Does the crown have conclusive evidence of these crimes?

Prosecutor: We have, your honor. I give you my word.

Judge: Very well, that is sufficient.

Morgana: Hey, are you just going to take his word for it?

Judge: Why would I doubt his word? He's an honorable prosecutor.

Thomas: Are you sure? He happens to like hookers.

Judge: WHAT?!

Prosecutor: How did you know I dated hookers?

Thomas: *shrugs* I don't know, just a guess.

Prosecutor: I have no reason to lie, unlike you "landers".

Judge: Alright, let's just cut to the chase. Morgana, I declare you... GUILTY!

*The Dread Pirates and the Steam Team gasp in shock.*

Morgana: Oh no!

Thomas: Oh no!

Mila: Oh no!

*Just then, the Kool-Aid guy breaks through the wall.*

Kool-Aid Guy: OH YEAH!!

*The Dread Pirates and Steam Team look at him in annoyance.*

Thomas: You do realise they don't sell Kool-Aid in the UK... Oh wait... never mind, I just got a brain message. They do now... Carry on...

*The Kool-Aid Guy exits the building through the broken wall.*

Morgana: WHAT?! That's it? I'm already... Oh, what the hell. I'm on trial here, aren't I? But do I at least get a chance to tell MY side of the story?

Judge: You'll have a chance to do that during sentencing.

Percy: Sentencing? Does that mean she has to write 50 sentences on a blackboard?

Henry: No, Percy. It's completely different.

Prosecutor: You are guilty, after all. We're all eagerly awaiting the administration of justice.

Morgana: You... miserable little b*****ds. I should gut you all if I had the chance. At least let me speak with my crew before you continue this nonsense.

Prosecutor: She insults our traditions and she demonstrates violent tendencies. If she won't be quiet, she ought to be hanged from the rafters. Let's at least speed this trial along, shall we?

Judge: I agree, Let's keep this brief. Ten minute recess, so you can confer with your crew. Please choose a representative among them to act on your behalf of your advocate, and Morgana, if you cannot keep yourself quiet, we'll hang you from the rafters so

you don't present a distraction.

*Scene changes to outside the courtrooms where Morgana is consulting with Thomas and the Dread Pirates on what to do.*

Morgana: Alright, here's my plan. We've got to bust out of here.

Thomas: But how are we going to do that?

Darious: Violence, or the threat of violence, should be a last resort, lest we prove ourselves to be the monsters they believe we are.

Morgana: I'm already in the middle of a damn show trial. I'm going to be hanging from the rafters soon! I've already been found guilty, we're SO ready for a last resort.

Thomas: Not on my watch, Morgana.

Tam-Tam: You've been found guilty... but are you actually guilty?

Morgana: What difference does that make? I don't ask questions about what you did before you came aboard our ship, do I?

Darious: Hmmm, so it's true then. This certainly explains your reticence on coming here...

Morgana: Captain... it was many years ago, when I was still serving under Rourkie.

Thomas: We know, Morgana. It was another time, another ship, another you. We just have to explain the circumstances to them.

Tam-Tam: Oh yeah, admitting guilt. That'll work out just fine, Thomas.

Thomas: Hey, don't look at me, I don't come up with these ideas.

Darious: Well, what would you suggest?

Thomas: You're the Dread Pirates. You'll earn their respect by being proud, not apologizing. Challenge their very right to judge you.

Morgana: I'm not sure either of those tactics will work, No. 1. I... was born inside a jail, I'll die before I go back.

Thomas: Holy c**p, I never knew that.

Mila: Me neither.

Morgana: Well, I don't have to tell everyone everything, do I? It's not exactly my favourite topic.

Thomas: How long were you in jail, Morgana?

Morgana: What am I, on trial here?

Thomas: Well... now that you mention it...

Morgana: But still, what the hell am I going to do?

Thomas: I'LL explain everything. It's foolish to think admitting guilt will get you off, Morgana. Let's prove to them that their rules were made to be broken.

Mila: Thomas is right, Let's show them that we're an unstoppable force and it would be foolish to get in our way.

Morgana: Yeah... Mila, No. 1! I want you two be my spokespersons.

Thomas: What... me?

Morgana: You and your friends... I've actually started to take a bit of a liking to you. I mean, you may have messed up but you've done some really cool things whilst you were there...

Thomas: You know, Morgana... You're right! We'll do it! For you!

*The Dread Pirates all praise Thomas for his bravery.*

Mila: That's the spirit, Thomas. Show them what engines are made of!

*Scene changes to back in the courtroom where the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team await the sentancing of Morgana.*

Prosecutor: Members of the court, we've already had a verdict declared in this trial... GUILTY!

*Morgana steps forward nervously. She looks back at Thomas, who winks at her.*

Prosecutor: To show the viciousness of the crime, we will hear testimony of the victim of Morgana's heinous act. A crime that we, in our peaceful community can barely comprehend.

Tell the court, in your own words, what happened.

*An elderly shark called Breena stands up from her seat in the jury.*

Breena: It was my first day at sea. You landers don't know, but being a merchant is a great honor among our people. Suddenly, our ship was under fire. A ship pulled up and... And then that WOMAN swung overboard.

Prosecutor: Can you identify the woman?

Breena: I believe that's her, sitting there...

*Morgana grins deviously and carefully rubs her dagger, Gordon looks at her nervously and gulps.*

Breena: She held her sword to my throat, she said she'd kill me if I moved. Then one of her crewmembers carted off all my golden kelp. Worth years of work...

Prosecutor: And then?

Breena: And then they left...

Prosecutor: And did you suffer any other ill-effects because of that day?

Breena: Yes, my husband left me.

Prosecutor: I'm not sure I understand... Was Morgana somehow responsible for what happened to your husband?

Breena: ...No.

Prosecutor: I see. Well then, it is a harrowing fact nonetheless, but not part of Morgana's crimes. You've been very brave. The Crown thanks you for your service.

There you have it... Morgana's crimes are undeniable. She's a common thug! If the rule of the law is to mean anything on these high seas...

Then, your honor, I urge you... Give Morgana the most severe punishment available.

Morgana: We'd like to see you try, a*****e!

Judge: Quiet! Do not speak unless you are spoken to. Do your representatives have anything else to say before I issue my judgement.

Thomas: Yes, your honor.

*Thomas steams forward, with Mila standing on his running board.*

Thomas: You may have found Morgana guilty... but she shouldn't be subject to ANY consequences.

Prosecutor: What? Why not?

*Thomas stretches his axles so he and Mila can have a closer talk with the judge.*

Mila: You started this trial with Morgana being declared guilty, based on evidence we couldn't challenge.

Judge: But that's standard procedure.

Thomas: Exactly, maybe it is here! But NOT where I come from, not where Mila comes from and CERTAINLY not where Morgana comes from, either.

Mila: You can punish Morgana, but we pirates and steam engines will take it personally. Your culture values merchants? How would YOU feel if the entire pirate world

wants to get revenge against your vessels?

Prosecutor: Are you... threatening us?!

Thomas: We are the Steam Team AND the Dread Pirates, aren't we? What do you think? We have a fleet of allies. Four pirates and 21 steam engines. Can't top that much now, can you?

Prosecutor: You can't just let her threaten our world in open court.

Mila: We are NOT threatening your world. YOU ARE! Your economy, your secrecy AND your way of life WILL be destroyed if we are the victims of a show trial.

Thomas: But it doesn't have to be that way... You're rational people, aren't you? Is it really in your best interest to punish at least ONE pirate, only to fight a war you can't win?

Judge: But you see, good sir...

Thomas: And if I hear ONE more backchat about Morgana... *gets out knife and holds it against the judge's chest.* I will not be hesitant to slit your neck and asassinate all the others in the room. *turns to the entire court.*

Just be glad you're not in the Houses of Parliament listening to the goddamn Tories 24/7. OKAY?

Judge: *groans* Okay! I've heard enough, the locomotive has a point. I guess I'm ready to make my ruling. Morgana... I don't agree with what you did and you deserve punishment. However, I cannot in good conscience risk a war with pirates. You're free to go! Case dismissed.

*Scene changes to outside the courtroom where the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates are making their way back to the ship.*

Morgana: Come on, guys. Let's go! I don't want to spend a second longer here than I have to.

Edward: Patience, Morgana. We're going as fast as we can.

*Just then, Breena starts catching up with them.*

Breena: Wait, one moment.

Morgana: *sighs* What do you want?

Breena: Your friends talked about making the world a better place. You're hunting those coins, aren't you?

Darious: How did you...?

Breena: Well, they're... they're dangerous.

James: How'd you know about that?

Breena: That's not important. What's more important is that you learn to quit while you can. Those coins are cursed, I tell you...

Gordon: Well, we've got a somewhat different theory...

Tam-Tam: Save it, big guy! Think of the bravery it must've taken this woman to speak with us, hardened criminals.

Edward: Indeed, All just to warn us that we're in terrible danger. Her selflessness ought to inspire us to change our ways.

Breena: Really?

Edward: Of course she means it. I honestly can't remember the last time I felt so looked out for. Come here, you! Let me give you a hug.

*Edward hugs Breena.*

Breena: Oh, you are a gentleman.

Edward: You take care now.

*Edward, the rest of the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates all leave back to the ship. Back at the ship, Morgana turns to Edward.*

Morgana: You certainly were... friendly with that woman.

Edward: You noticed? Oh, I'm most impressed with your powers of perception, Morgana.

Morgana: I didn't think she was your type.

Edward: I never said she was. When she mentioned the coins, she put her hand to her pocket and...

*Edward holds a coin that Breena gave to him.*

Darious: Wait... you mean...?

Tam-Tam: Guys, to be a great thief, you have to learn how to steal and not get caught. Stealing it was easy as pie...

Morgana: Yeah... Fine. Come on. We've got more coins to hunt.

Thomas: Right then, everyone. Back to the ship and set sail for our next course.

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates set sail for their hunt to find the next coin.*

*End of Scene 3*

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Scene 4:

*Scene changes to the pirate ship at dusk. Thomas is talking to Mila and Darious.*

Thomas: So... where to now?

Darious: This time, to safer shores... I promise. We're going to visit an old friend named Luprand. He's the steward of a man named Lazerby. a collector of rare artifacts.

So he may have come across those seeking the coins. Or, if we're fortunate... he may have procured some already.

Mila: But why are you up so late, anyway?

Thomas: There's just a lot to think over, Mila. My mind just isn't letting me sleep. It's been a odd week for us engines, hasn't it?

Mila: Yeah, I understand. It certainly has, Thomas.

Darious: But the coin isn't really what's bothering me. Mila, Thomas, I don't mean to add to your burdens. Morgana is the first mate, So I usually confer with her. But given everything

she's been through today... I feel you two are the right sorts to talk to about this.

Thomas: So... what's on your mind, Darious?

Darious: There's a twisted irony to work here, Thomas. We spent the day trying to excuse Morgana's thievery. Saying the Dread Pirates are something more than criminals, and yet we had to steal,

once again. *sighs* Thomas, when we first met, I told you we weren't real pirates, right?

Thomas: Right.

Darious: But from your perspective, well... given all that's happened since you came board, what do you think we are?

Mila: Tell us, Darious... what IS the difference between a pirate and a queen?

Darious: Hmmm... Well, there could be multiple points of distinction...

Thomas: A pirate steals a few small treasure with a ship, and a queen steals an entire nation with an army. The only difference is a matter of scale. Except queens don't steal nations anymore. This is the

21st century, we have something worse than kings and queens, politics.

Mila: Thanks, Thomas. *turns to Darious.* Have you ever met a queen who lamented the fact that he had to conquer to earn her crown? We shouldn't be ashamed of who we are.

Darious: I refuse to believe that makes us right and that we're just... pirates.

Mila: We're not "just pirates". We're the DREAD PIRATES, and we're on the grandest adventure the world has ever seen.

Thomas: And from what I know, you guys are actually reliable pirates. You saved me and the Steam Team's lives, we thought we would owe you the favour.

Mila: Thanks, Thomas. We should be proud of our ambition and our strength.

Thomas: Are you pirates? *scoffs* Doesn't feel like an interesting question to me.

Darious: It... doesn't? What question intrigues you two, then?

Thomas: Why is your crew loyal to you, Darious? Is it because you've promised to be better, nobler, or more honest than anyone else?

Darious: Erm... No, I suppose not.

Mila: You saved my life, Darious, and Thomas' life, if not the other engines too. You probably saved Morgana's life too.

Thomas: A life debt, then... is that it?

Mila: It's much more than that. Darious' quest has become our quest too, Thomas. I was merely a merchant. Morgana was just another pirate.

Thomas: I'm still a stowaway, you know.

Mila: Tam-Tam was bored and aimless. But now we have something bigger than ourselves to believe in. Like you said, this crew is my family now.

Thomas: The Steam Team's a family too. Right or wrong, we'll always stand with you, Darious. Little engines can do big things!

Darious: *smiles brightly* Thank you, Thomas. You may not be one of us, but I know you'll be a reliable sort to help.

*Thomas and Mila are both going onto the ship's deck when Morgana stops them.*

Morgana: Hey, you two! Where do you think YOU'RE going?

Thomas: Well... we were just...

Morgana: You know, I never liked you, No. 1. And last night, I saw you and the captain chatting away like best pals. Well, I just needed to remind you of your places around here.

I'M the first mate, you know. NOT YOU.

Thomas: Yes... yes... I know, Morgana... I know. You don't have be such a douche about it. We're all rookies here, so get used to it.

Mila: Did you really just want to bully us about rank? We did win the trial, didn't we?

Morgana: Hey, I'm getting there. I also wanted to say thanks... I know you two saved my ass back there. I wouldn't have been able to talk my way of that mess. Hell, you two

might've given Darious a good run for his money.

Thomas: Don't mention it. It's just what us engines do for a living.

Mila: Uh... you're welcome... I guess?

Morgana: I'm usually pretty good at sizing people up... but NOT in a way you think. But anyway, It's not so easy for me to admit I'm wrong. But I owe you guys my life. I'm glad you're on my side.

And hey, the next time you've got some theory about the coins, feel free to talk to me about 'em too.

Thomas: Ummm... sure?

Morgana: I mean, you and me... we know what it's like to be changed by 'em, you know. Darious only knows about it secondhand.

Mila: Yes... of course.

Morgana: And anything else you want to chat about, you've got my permission to bring that up too.

Thomas: Your... permission?

Morgana: Hey shut up, No. 1. I'm new at being nice.

Thomas: Alright, well... clearly.

*Thomas and Mila find Darious and James at the bow of the ship, looking out on the horizon.*

Darious: Ah! Thomas, Mila. We've reached landfall. James, I need you to drop anchor.

James: On it!

*James steams off the lower the anchor, Thomas steams forward.*

Mila: Ummm... Darious. Do you know which place is this?

Darious: I believe we're at Lynton, Mila.

Thomas: We're quite a walk away from the harbour, Darious...

Darious: We're not docking in the harbour, Thomas. I'm not risking anyone mistaking us for Rourkie again. We're docking near the woods,

and we're taking our coins with us, just in case.

Thomas: *turns to Mila.* Oh dear... something tells me this is a very bad idea... And I would've been more happier if I just stayed with those narrow gauge engines that live in Lynton.

Mila: There's a narrow gauge line there?

Thomas: Of course, The Lynton and Barnstaple Railway is quite near here.

Mila: Why couldn't we stay there?

Thomas: Well, 1) We're on an important quest right now, and 2) Me and the Steam Team are standard gauge, so we're quite larger.

Mila: Oh...

*Scene changes to the outside of a manor house where the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates are there outside. Thomas is ringing the doorbell. The butler answers it.*

Butler: Oh, dear. More would-be guests? Whoever or whatever you're looking for...

Darious: I have business with your master, Luprand.

Butler: Luprand may be the steward for this manor... but he doesn't entertain guests, except on business and you don't have any business with him.

Thomas: Actually, we do. Me and my friends here are looking for some rare coins...

Butler: Oh... You're not getting are you? You don't have any, and I mean, ANY business with him. Please leave immediately...

Mila: Excuse me, but Darious is an old friend of his, and I'm sure he'll be more than perturbed if you...

Butler: Listen to me, ma'am. You have to...

Voice: Is everything quite all right out here? I heard shouting.

*Just then, a German Shepherd in 17 century clothing walks out. For he is known as Luprand.*

Luprand: Darious? Is that you? It's been 20 years if it's been a day.

Darious: Hello, old friend. *shakes Luprand's hand.*

Luprand: Come in, come in! Though if I may ask. Could your friends remain outside?

Thomas: Ah... yeah... Not a engine-friendly house... We can live with that.

Percy: But it's so dark... and cold... and musty.

Henry: Yeah, We're the Steam Team, and we...

Luprand: I'm sorry, I must insist. There is a matter of much delicacy I must speak with you about... Alone.

Darious: Crew, remain outside please. This shouldn't be long. In the meantime... Thomas, Mila and Morgana will be in charge.

*Thomas and Mila high-five each other. Morgana pouts in dismay.*

Thomas: Me in charge of the fleet. I can't wait...

Darious: And you three, I expect you to display some magnanimousness about this.

Thomas: Oh... erm... I'll sure show them... um...

Tam-Tam: It means to be gracious and humble.

Thomas: Oh, thanks Tam-Tam. But I think I know what it means now.

Morgana: Don't you worry, Darious. I can be gracious and humble all day long.

*Gordon turns to James.*

Gordon: *whispers* She can't even be kind for at least one second.

*James snickers quietly.*

Darious: Of course you can, you three. I'll see you soon.

*Just then, the butler walks out.*

Butler: I'll keep the crew company, sir.

Luprand: You'll do no such thing, Charleston. This here is my old friend Darious. Please go to the wine cellar and fetch us a bottle.

Charleston: Yes, sir.

Darious: Oooh, a bit of wine? Sounds lovely.

*Darious and Luprand enter the building, leaving the other pirates and the engines outside.*

Duck: So... er... should one of us return to the ship, just to keep an eye on it?

Morgana: Why bother, No. 8? Who would steal that old clunker?

James: That damn Rourkie. Those cannons cut through us like a hot knife through butter.

Henry: I'd give my Class 5 firebox for The Pirate's Fate back.

Gordon: Really?

Henry: Ehh... no.

Thomas: You know, guys. I miss it too...

Mila: Same here. If we had our ship back, do you think we would've defeated Rourkie?

Jade: Not that I know of.

Morgana: Well, damn right we would've!

Thomas: Which means... *gasps* Leeko's death! It's MY fault, isn't it? It's all my fault!

Mila: What makes you say that, Thomas?

Tam-Tam: Oh, darling, please. We don't need to see you engage in ANY self-flagellation.

Morgana: Tam-Tam, No. 1 and Mila may not be favourites of mine, but even I know they'd never do that out in public.

Thomas: No, no, Morgana, I mean it. Mila and I were the ones that gave away our ship. And with that, our edge in combat. There's no way to deny it, we're responsible.

Gordon: You just disobeyed orders, little Thomas. Didn't you expect there would be consequences?

Abigail: Even people who follow orders die out here, Thomas. It goes with the territory. Both Mila and Leeko were merchants before coming on board, right Mila?

Mila: Yeah... that's right.

Tam-Tam: I'm sure Leeko would've jumped at the chance to live to be a hundred, moving spices across the same safe trade route over and over again.

Thomas: What're you talking about?

Bertha: What Tam-Tam is saying, Thomas, Is that as far as she sees it, drudgery and meaninglessness is a fate worse than death.

Edward: And you two both did Leeko a favor.

Mila: Thanks, you guys. But how many other people will Rourkie kill before we can stop him?

Thomas: And how many will have to die for our mistake?

Mila: And HOW can we sleep at night knowing about this?

Chloe: You think YOU have trouble sleeping?

Morgana: Well, yeah. How many people do you think I killed before I joined up with Darious?

Thomas: I... erm... I don't know.

James: You were a heartless killer before coming on board...? Damn, I'm shocked. I thought for sure you would've been a purveyor of artisan soap cakes.

Morgana: Oh shut up, No. 5. Mila, No. 1, you feel bad because your actions got Leeko killed. But what if you two shoved daggers into their backs or forced them to walk the plank?

By the time I joined Darious, I'd lost track of the people who've died at my hands. Some for good reasons, some for...

Thomas: Oh, God... really?!

Morgana: Yes, really. But I'm sleeping just fine, thank you very much.

Mila: How?

Morgana: The coins, you guys. It's the coins.

Percy: So you're saying... the coins cure insomnia?

Morgana: No, you fool! Once Darious explained the mission to me, I knew everything we did was justified. When we succeed, we'll bring more light into the world than

all the death and destruction I could've done in a thousand lifetimes.

Toby: Oh, that's certainly impressive.

Thomas: So what you're saying is... we don't have to feel guilty, because the ends justify the means?

Morgana: Yeah, something like that.

Gordon: But if only we were stealing regular gold, we might be able to uprgrade our ship to something a little bit nicer...

Tam-Tam: Like that ship that just pulled into the harbour? She's a beauty, isn't she?

Morgana: I don't believe it... that's...

Thomas: What ship?

*Thomas and the other engines turn around to find a familiar ship.*

Thomas: It is! IT'S THE PIRATE'S FATE! IT'S BACK!

Edward: Hold it, Thomas! Rourkie could be lurking about on it... And Darious hasn't come out yet!

Thomas: You're right, Edward. We've got to get the captain! Leave it to me.

*Thomas blows his whistle and Luprand answers the door.*

Luprand: What do you want? You're coming at an inopportune time, you know...

Thomas: Sorry, Mr. Luprand, sir. But we've got to alert Darious. It's serious.

*Just then, Darious arrives at the door.*

Darious: Luprand, what's gotten into you? I'm sure my crew wouldn't be knocking and whistling quite ferociously if it wasn't so serious.

Mila: But captain! Look!

*Mila points to The Pirate's Fate and Darious gasps.*

Darious: Well, shiver me timbers... The Pirate's Fate! Rourkie's coming in from the east. That means his line of sight doesn't hit where we've moored on the coast.

Luprand: Darious, If I may borrow just one more moment of your...

Darious: Not now, Luprand. I've got a ship to stop.

Luprand: Alright, please yourself then, old chap. Cheerio.

*Luprand closes the door.*

Donald: So Rourkie doesn't know we're here? Och, that gives us the element of surprise.

Morgana: No time for that, No. 9! Let's ambush him!

Darious: Wait a minute...

Morgana: What is it, captain? This is our chance! We've got to strike now!

Darious: I don't want to risk a direct confrontation...

Morgana: And I don't want to risk letting that b*****d get away.

James: And I don't really want to be here. In fact, NONE OF US DO!

Gordon: James is right, the sooner we get the mission done, the better.

Darious: Just listen for a minute, please! Rourkie's looking for a coin! That trail will lead him straight to this door! And we're going to let him walk right in!

*The engines all gasp and mutter in shock.*

Darious: Trust me, engines. If he steps inside that house... he's not coming out.

Morgana: But captain...

Darious: I'll explain later. Right now we've got to find better cover.

Mila: I thought we weren't ambushing Rourkie...

Thomas: We're not, Mila. We've after something FAR more important that revenge. We're retaking that ship, now here's my plan...

*Thomas and the Dread Pirates gather close to each other and whisper the plan, the other engines eavesdrop on it too. Scene changes to out at sea where The Pirate's Fate is sailing, with Brock at the ship's wheel.*

Brock: *chuckles* Who knew trading ships would be so much fun? Mary, are you being a deafo again? Swab the desks!

Mary: On it, Brock!

*Meanwhile, Thomas, James, Percy and Nia are at the top of some trees near the cliff edge, ready to strike. Mila is on Thomas' footplate, Morgana on James', Darious on Percy's and Tam-Tam on Nia's.*

Thomas: Right then, you guys... Are you ready...?

*The others agree as The Pirate's Fate draws nearer to the trees.*

Brock: *smirks* Man, driving this thing is easy. I've had such a good week and a good run. Nothing will ever stop me!

Thomas: NOW!!!

*Thomas, the engines and the Dread Pirates jump from the trees. The other engines follow pursuit and jump on the ship.*

Brock: What the f-?

*The engines grab Brock and hold him hostage. Meanwhile, Mary abandons ship.*

Thomas: Check his pockets! Pronto!

*Percy checks Brock's pockets.*

Percy: Yo, I found a coin!

Edward: Alright, good sir. Where's Rourkie going next?

Morgana: Yeah, Brock. Where is he?

Brock: Nice to see you again too, Morgy.

*James slaps Brock on the back of his head.*

James: Don't you dare call her that, beaky!

Morgana: Tell us now, or I'll slit your throat.

Brock: I... I... er...

Thomas: Tell us now, feathers! Or I'm gonna do something VERY ILLEGAL!

Brock: ARRGH! Okay, okay! Fine! We were heading to Queen Nakhta's bay after this...

Mila: Hang on, hang on! You're telling us Rourkie would take his ship RIGHT to the doorstep of the most powerful pirate-hater on the planet? Do you think we're fools?

Brock: Good guess, but actually no. But that doesn't mean I was lying, right?

Darious: Rourkie wanted to challenge the Queen's navy? With such a small crew?

Brock: I said I'd tell you where we were going. I don't remember saying I'd tell you why we were going there. If you want more information, well... I'm happy to negotiate...

Holly: What ambition this guy has.

James: Ambition?! *scoffs* He stole our ship AND killed Leeko! And now he wants to negotiate with us? Well no, you guys! It's time for some revenge, hardcore Lank and York style! *gets out pocket knife.*

Gordon: J-James...

James: Don't you try and stop me, parrot-boy must PAY!

*But before James could slit Brock's throat, Percy blows his whistle.*

Percy: James, wait! We're not savages.

Brock: You know, you should listen to the small green engine.

James: Don't care, me and Morgana are still wringing your neck, Beaky!

Brock: My name's Brock, you know.

Percy: We can't just kill him, then we're no better than he is.

James: Oh my God, I'm sick to death of your holier than thou bulls**t, Percy!

Tam-Tam: But green one's right. If we don't kill him, what are we supposed to do with him? Let him go?

Mila: Indeed, what we have to do is obvious.

Thomas: It is?

Mila: We turn him over to Queen Nakhta!

Brock: YOU WHAT?!

Gordon: Yeah, we'll let him answer for his crimes, the RIGHT way.

Duck: Or the Great Western way. There are two ways of doing things...

James: SHUT THE HELL UP, DUCK! WE HAVE THIS UNDER CONTROL!

Nia: Of course, that would be a perfect idea to get our foot in the door with the Queen.

Molly: We could introduce ourselves as pirate hunters, bring her a deadly pirate who's plotted her harm...

Tam-Tam: And she'll be in the right mindset to tell us what we need to know about whatever Rourkie wanted. What a perfect idea!

Morgana: No, it's not! Brock should die by our hands and buffers, not rot in a jail cell.

James: Hold on, Morgana. I think the guys are onto something.

Brock: Rotting in a jail cell! Are you mad? Queen Nakhta will hang me before dawn. Just kill me right now, I'd rather die out here at sea, where I might've been a hero then be hanged in the town square where everyone will know

what I've done. Please... have mercy.

Morgana: Actually, No. 5. I'm starting to believe everything now. He's changed my mind, Mila and No. 6 were right! A quick death is too good for him. I want to see him suffer.

Thomas: Actually, it's not about making him suffer, and it's not about manipulating the queen, it's about doing the right thing. We engines always know when the time is right, don't we?

*The other engines agree.*

Morgana: Where do you get off talking like you're better than us all the time, No. 1?

Tam-Tam: Mila and Thomas are heaven sent, to be the better angels of our nature.

Brock: Oh yeah, they're angels, all right. The angels of DEATH!

Edward: Thomas isn't an angel...

Tam-Tam: Then why has he got a halo floating around his funnel?

*Sure enough, Thomas has a grey, cloudy halo floating around his funnel.*

Thomas: That? Oh, that's not a big deal. That's just a steam ring. *shoos off steam ring.* We engines always do that. Anyways, Molly! Chart a course for Kittering Castle. We've got a queen to see.

Molly: Ay-ay, Thomas!

*Molly steams away to chart the course. Thomas pulls up to Morgana and James.*

Thomas: And you two? I need you to dispose of Brock.

Morgana: Say no more, No. 1. I'd be happy to see him hanging by his feathery neck.

James: Ooooh, can I come too?

Morgana: Sure, No. 5.

*End of Scene 4*

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Scene 5:

*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 Steam Team and the Dread Pirates, outside Queen Nakhta's court. A royal guard is talking to Thomas and Mila.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates had travelled all the way to Kittering Castle to meet with the queen.

Guard: Thanks for giving us this criminal, guys. Her Royal Highness would be thrilled.

Brock: Are you guys really allowed to be executing pirates in a local kingdom?

Guard: At this point, no talking.

*The guard walks Brock carefully to the gallows. Thomas and the other engines watch him disdainfully.*

Percy: A sad end for a sadder person. Come on, guys. We have a queen to see. *chuffs off to join Thomas and the pirates.*

*Thomas steams forward to the door of the court, Mila and Darious follow. Thomas blows his whistle to attract the sentry's attention.*

Thomas: Do you think the Queen will help us with the coins? I'm pretty sure turning Brock in went well, didn't it?

Tam-Tam: That's all you're curious about? What will the Queen say? You're not more concerned about any other recent developments, Thomas?

Toby: Lighten up, Tam-Tam. It's only a bit of fun.

Mila: We haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about.

Morgana: Oh come on, Mila and No. 1? Your brains are bigger than your brawns, you must've noticed that.

Edward: *whistles* Oh give it a rest, you lot. We're the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team. There's no need to fling insults at each other.

Darious: Especially when we've got a queen to see.

Mila: I don't think anyone was insulting us. It's only natural for them to be curious about the change in us. We certainly are, aren't we, Thomas?

Thomas: That's... very mature and humble of you, Mila. Hadn't thought of that.

Mila: Of course it is, Thomas. Humility and grace come naturally to us.

Thomas: And so are the three Rs of engines. Responsible, Reliable and Really Useful!

Tam-Tam: Now that you're bragging about it, yes... I can really see the humility in you, Mila.

Mila: Thank you, Tam-Tam.

Percy: But besides that, who's the sentry at the gates?

Voice: That would be me, Priscilla.

*The gates open and a pheasant dressed in royal clothes walks out.*

Priscilla: I'm dreadfully sorry, but the Queen's just too busy to see any old merchants right now. *notices Thomas and Mila.* My word! It's you! The steam locomotive with a face and the real life angel? I'm so happy you've graced

us with your presence, You're here for the coins, aren't you?

Mila: Well, I don't know if I'm actually a...

Priscilla: The queen will be SO overjoyed to see you. *turns to Thomas.* And you... may I ask, Who are you and where are you from? I don't mean to pry, it's just that, well, for us residents and staff of Kittering Castle, it can be difficult to find a place where public

rail transport is still a thing.

Thomas: My name is Thomas T. Tank Engine, Me and my sentient engine friends known as the Steam Team have come all this way from the Island of Sodor, Northwest England. We were stowaways of pir- I mean... sailors whilst

heading out on a trip.

Priscilla: Sentient? That means... you DO know about those coins. They touched me, too. Go right in and see the queen.

Thomas: Why thank you.

*The courtroom doors open and the crew enter where they find themselves in the queen's alley. It's full of different shops and cafes selling different things.*

Mila: That was easy...

Thomas: Indeed... but... do those coins REALLY make non-living things sentient?

Darious: One of them does indeed, Thomas.

Thomas: Interesting.

Edward: Hey, has anyone seen James?

*Just then, they notice a corner near the entrance where James is.*

James: Thank you! *steams out from the corner and catches up with the others, holding a bag.* Hanging Brock did us a good turn, guards said I can use his feathers as quills, quite handy if I say so myself!

Mila: O... kay?

Gordon: Hold on a minute, are you REALLY sure that she's a queen?

Tam-Tam: Positive, why?

Gordon: Well, here's the thing. Us Steam Team engines have actually MET the Queen, and not the queen we're seeing.

Mila: You mean, you engines actually met THE queen?

Gordon: Indeed, HM The Queen, that is.

Darious: Unbelieveable, you must be very lucky engines.

Thomas: Oh, that was years ago. There were only seven of us engines back then.

*Just then, some doors open and the engines find themselves in the courtroom of Queen Nakhta. Right at the back of the courtroom is the throne where the Queen is sitting,

she gazes in amazement.*

Royal Guard: Your Majesty, you have some visitors.

Queen Nakhta: Ah, One was wondering when you lot would turn up. One's hosted a lot of public hangings of pirates in their day. But upon my word, one's NEVER seen one quite like that. It was absolutely marvellous.

Mila: You need not flatter us, your majesty.

Queen Nakhta: And another thing, you have real locomotives? In ONE's courtroom?! One didn't think that was possible.

Thomas: *laughs* It is now, your majesty. I'm Thomas, Thomas T. Tank Engine and these are my friends known as The Steam Team.

Queen Nakhta: *steps forward from her throne and shakes hands with Thomas.* Well, one welcomes you to Kittering Castle, Thomas.

Thomas: Thank you. So how did the hanging go, by any chance?

Queen Nakhta: Well, the lever was pulled, and you suddenly became a vision of a steam-powered beauty. It was as though devine providence was celebrating one's... *clears throat* our

efforts to stamp our piracy. It was the talk of the town, one tells you. People are wondering when you'll deign to make your next public performance. They must've been thrilled to see such a famous engine in one's kingdom.

Morgana: Our next public appearence? As soon as we can, we can always crush anyone who stands in our way!

Queen Nakhta: Splendid, hence the need for this pedantic conversation.

Henry: Uh... what?

Gordon: *steams forward and clears his throat.* May I intervene this conversation? I'm not sure what we're getting at... you being a queen. *scoffs* I've obviously met the queen before and I know what she looks like.

Queen Nakhta: Wait... you know... Queen Elizabeth II?

Gordon: Yeah... so?

Queen Nakhta: Oh, one says! She was a friend of mine back in high school. *sighs* Them were the days. One wonders how things are getting back at Buckingham Palace? One hasn't heard from her in a long time, not since Prince Philip passed away.

Percy: Dang...

Queen Nakhta: But anyways, how precisely would you describe the bloodiness of your battles? Exceedingly bloody or obscenely so?

Thomas: Uhhh... the what now? But... your majesty...

Queen Nakhta: No, no. You're right. Best to leave some things firmly in the realm of imagination. At the very least, inform one as to the source of your little tiff?

Oliver: Tiff? Rourkie's crew was a gang of dirty thugs and killers, and...

Morgana: No. 11, you obviously don't know much more about Rourkie than I do.

Tam-Tam: That explains a lot, given that you used to be.

Darious: The source, your majesty, was that both Rourkie and I sought the same treasure. A collection of enchanted coins, with power to change the world, and we believe you know a little something about this treasure?

Queen Nakhta: Of course, One too, has sought their power. The situation here is more dire than you could possibly imagine.

Thomas: I can't blame you, the NWR's been suffering similar problems like that too. But at least it wasn't as bad as what happened with the real British Railway network.

Duck: Wait... what's going on?

Queen Nakhta: Oh, nothing much. Before we tell you, one must ask for a vow of silence from all of you on this matter. Don't speak to anyone and one means, ANYONE at all, about the subjects on which one is about to speak, on pain of treason. Does one make herself absolutely, crystal clear?

Edward: Your majesty, our lips are sealed, we'll hardly make a single puff about it.

Thomas: Yes, but... why?

Mila: Why such secrecy?

Queen Nakhta: Well, for the sake of your safety, enemies of the kingdom could be ANYWHERE.

Thomas: Alright, we understand.

Queen Nakhta: One's malicious sister, Bilba, has returned and she's laid claim to my throne. Already she's amassed many supporters, who are plotting insurrection in secret.

Before one heard of the coins, one had two choices. Surrender and let a crazed woman rule one's kingdom, or let the streets run red as we plunge into a bloody civil war.

Emily: Negotation was ruled out, I take it?

Duck: Not even a compromise.

Queen Nakhta: Well, negotiation with her is beyond futile. Bilba won't be satisfied until she's holding the entire country in her iron grip. But when one heard about the coins, one realized she had a chance.

Donald: Och, I dinna understand this. A kingdom still being ruled only to be anguished by a rival country.

Douglas: Aye, this is the 21st century, your majesty. We've already got the House of Commons running our country. Why couldn't you collaborate with the Royal Arm Forces to take her out?

Queen Nakhta: That could be a suggestion but as the kingdom is currently in a cost of a living crisis, the chances are unlikely.

Donald: Ach, cannae blame you. It costs more to run a kingdom than to run a railway.

Queen Nakhta: Yes, and now, it's presented itself. You lot can help me use the coins and keep the peace.

Thomas: Well, I don't know how that would work. But as a group of really useful engines who are working hard to obtain some coins for these treasure-hunters, we'll be happy to help.

Mila: And nothing is more important than working for the cause of peace.

Toby: But of course, your majesty. We don't exactly work for free, even back on Sodor.

Darious: Uhh... Toby...?

Queen Nakhta: Oh, it's alright. A deal's a deal! One'll throw in the coins she's collected so far. Sound like a fair bargain?

Darious: Of course. A bargain is a price worth paid.

Queen Nakhta: One knows how fickle these coins can be. So one sought out to help a pair of famous researchers, they help one to create what they call a talisman to pair with one's "Shape What You Were" coin. Eliminate all uncertainty. *turns to the guard.* Gabe, please fetch one's bill of sale.

Guard: Of course, your majesty.

*The guard walks off and Queen Nakhta turns back to the engines and pirates.*

Queen Nakhta: Whoever wears this talisman, will have his or her entire life re-written as one's younger sibling. Bilba and the rest of the kingdom will never even remember once who challenged one for the crown.

Thomas: What... are you sure?

Mila: Yeah, I'm not sure that will work...

Queen Nakhta: Oh, one knows you'll be up to the task at hand. Just look at you two, Both the loyal, awe-inspiring beings to set foot in the castle.

James: Mila has a point, we've never forced someone to change against their will. It sounds... well... too unethical.

Queen Nakhta: Unethical?! Unethical indeed! You're going to let that stand in the way of preventing a war?

Mila: No, what James means is that I don't believe the ends justify the means. We can't allow ourselves to become evil to prevent some hypothetical greater evil.

Queen Nakhta: Oh... *facepalms* One doesn't believe this.

Darious: There's another more practical problem. If your sister's life changes, it might be in some way you didn't imagine. I'm not sure if it will turn out as you want it.

Queen Nakhta: Well, we have to try SOMETHING! For heaven's sake, Mila and Thomas. You MUST have some idea. You're our kingdom's angels, aren't you?

Thomas: Why the hell is everyone calling me that? I'm not an angel, I'm only a tank engine!

Mila: Well, in a literal sense, Thomas, we MIGHT be. But I don't even know if our bodies makes us...

James: It does, honestly. He's the one built as the E2 class, Mila! We get it!

Morgana: My God... this is getting old, fast.

Thomas: Old... fast...

*Suddenly, Thomas has an idea and blows his whistle.*

Thomas: That's it! Getting old fast! Morgana and James, you're geniuses!

Tam-Tam: Okay, what's the punchline?

Toby: This isn't a joke, Tam-Tam. I think Thomas could be onto something!

Thomas: Your majesty, you wanted to make it so your sister never challenged you, so you sought to make her younger. But why don't you make yourself OLDER?

I mean you'll still reverse the birth order, won't you?

Queen Nakhta: That's... a brilliant idea! A much simpler and more elegant solution. And best of all, one doesn't even need to involve dear Bilba. Why didn't one

meet you months ago? We'll have to see those merchants, there's no time to waste.

*Just then, the guard returns with Queen Nakhta's bill of sale.*

Queen Nakhta: Thank you, Gabe. *reads the bill of sale.* According to one's bill, these merchants are situated near Porlock Weir.

Thomas: Porlock Weir? You mean, right across the channel? Are you sure?

Queen Nakhta: You are up for the challenge, aren't you?

Thomas: Oh, yes. We are...

*Thomas gazes nervously back at Mila, Percy, Darious, Tam-Tam and Gordon, who look at him quite concerned.*

Thomas: Okay, now I'm getting a headache...

Queen Nakhta: So does one! How could this possibly be the process you described not a moment ago as "easy"?

Thomas: Hey, it was a long week. I'm exhausted, I've been on a scavanger hunt to find some coins that I don't know of and I STILL haven't gotten home back to Sodor. It's tiring, I know I love travelling the world

and all but this is getting too ridiculous! *turns to the other engines.* Anyway, you guys get back to the ship and I'll meet you lot later.

Queen Nakhta: Very well then, One'll be setting up diplomatic matters with Thomas here.

*The Dread Pirates and Steam Team exit the courtroom, Mila calls back to Thomas over her shoulder.*

Mila: Don't worry, Thomas. We hope you can get out of here whilst you can soon.

Thomas: Me too, Mila.

*End of Scene 5*

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Scene 6:

*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, Salty and Porter arrive at Vicarstown, with Cranky, Carly and Big Mickey on the flatbeds. The two engines are quite out of breath.*

Salty: Ahoy... me hearties... *pants* You're not going to believe what I just found!

Joey: What is it, Salty?

Porter: *pants* Salty found a message-in-a-bottle, floating near the quay at Brendam.

Cranky: And I've told you multiples times, it's just rubbish. That should be at the waste dump.

Whiff: Now now, Cranky. Let's not jump to conclusions. Salty could be right.

Salty: Arrr... indeed. But the only thing is... I don't have a bottle opener.

Mavis: You can borrow mine. *gives Salty her bottle opener.*

Salty: Aaargh, Thank you Mavis.

*Salty uses the bottle-opener to open the bottle. He looks inside.*

Salty: I don't think there's any paper. You have a look, Joey.

*Salty gives Joey the bottle, Joey shakes the bottle upside-down and a piece of paper falls out from inside.*

Joey: *gasps* Salty, you're right. This IS a message-in-a-bottle!

Cranky: So he WAS telling the truth.

Diesel: What does it say, Joey?

*Joey reads the message and gasps again.*

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.

They're currently on a hunt for some magic coins that can change almost everything in the world.

We have found six coins in the process as of now and we're currently finding the seventh one.

But I hope you guys are doing fine. The Dread Pirates have promised us that we'll be home

on the Island of Sodor once the rescue mission is complete. Unless we take a turning to Dartmouth...

But my condolences go out to all the engines and friends who have managed without us.

Yours truly

Thomas and the Steam Team

*Thomas puts the letter in a bottle and throws it out to sea.*

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 friendly pirates.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Well then, We better go to the many seaside lines we can find.

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.*

Joey: *singing* Come on everybody, let's hit the rails

We know this mission's never gonna fail.

We're gonna save Thomas and his Friends

from the dreaded pirate's 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!

Diesel: *singing* Come on everybody, and ride those trucks

I know this mission's never gonna suck.

Those silly l'il steamies are lost at sea.

And they're all suffering without me.

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 Vicarstown Bridge and on their way to the mainland.*

Joey: *speaking* We'll find the Steam Team and get them home before they know it!

Diesel: *speaking* Indeed we will, Joey!

Bertie: *singing* Trust me if we know who's lost out there.

We can show that we can always care.

Harold: *singing* Nothing ever stops us going on.

As we're only starting to have fun.

Skarloey: *singing* We'll all work together at all ends

and try and find our really useful friends.

Female Furries: *singing* We're going to help find our friend Thomas.

And we'll all behave so good, we promise!

Neville: *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.

Murdoch: *singing* I'm hoping this long trip can stay quiet.

I don't really want to cause a riot.

Joey: *singing* But don't worry if we let one slip 'cos...

Cast: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Rheneas: *singing* The southbound seas are not so good.

Our friends could be surviving without food.

Annie: *singing* They might not live long, they're frail and old.

Clarabel: *singing* And the weather is really quite cold!

Mike: *singing* It could be a nightmare, I'll tell you this.

Frank: *singing* I wouldn't want to hear some possums hiss.

Sir Handel: *singing* Then why don't you stop being such old drips?

Duncan: *singing* 'Cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Diesel: *speaking* Come on, you guys! The quicker we do this, the sooner things will be back to normal.

Joey: *speaking* And that's a fact!

*Diesel honks his horn.*

Cast: *singing* Come on everybody, let's hit the rails

We know this mission's never gonna fail.

We're gonna save Thomas and his Friends

from the dreaded pirate's 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 trucks

We know this mission's never gonna suck.

Those silly l'il steamies are lost at sea.

And they're all suffering without me.

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!

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): *singing* Come on, all my engines! I'm counting on you!

We know some missions might even take two!

Joey: *singing* The Steam Team will be calling for heroic acts

And we'll all be switching on the right tracks.

Diesel: *singing* Those silly l'il puffballs, they can see

That their lives were never meant to be.

Annie and Clarabel: *singing* Oh please! Shut up, Diesel and get a grip.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): *singing* We're going to find the tearaway...

Joey: *singing* We'll be going that-a-way...

Diesel and Joey: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Cast: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Joey: *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. 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. But the engines were quite perplexed about having an unusual passenger on board...

*Scene changes to the ship at daylight. Thomas, Mila, Chloe and Jade are talking to Queen Nakhta.*

Chloe: So, Queen Nakhta. How did Thomas convince you to come on board?

Queen Nakhta: One begs your pardon?

Jade: What Chloe is trying to say is, what did he promise you? Money? Power? No, I bet it was... the ability to make a difference in some grand epic adventure, right?

Queen Nakhta: One believes he said something like that, Chloe.

Chloe: Oh, of course. Typical.

*Just then, Tam-Tam and Duck arrive on the conversation.*

Tam-Tam: Of course that's why Queen Nakhta's here. An appetite for adventure. Someone like Queen Nakhta would never be content to spend her life

doing something boring... like ruling an entire kingdom, right?

Queen Nakhta: Well... uh... One doesn't see quite what you're driving at...

Duck: Come on, fess up. Why are you really here?

Queen Nakhta: You want the truth, Duck? Fine, One's not here because they're brave. Quite the contrary, in fact. One's acutely, painfully aware of how fragile life really is. One's

here because they don't want to just one day become another snuffed candle. Your captain promised that once we have those coins, the world will change. And when it does,

One won't have to be afraid anymore.

Jade: I didn't expect an answer like that. I worry about that too, Queen Nakhta. Whether anybody will remember me when I'm gone. When I'll get to feel less afraid. Recent events

haven't exactly helped matters on that end...

Queen Nakhta: Fair point, young Jade.

Thomas: Well anyway, Darious told me we're docking at a rare merchant shop near a place called Porlock Weir, just as the Queen said. I just know it has something to do with the coins.

Morgana, I want you and the other engines to stay on the ship. Me, Darious, Mila, Tam-Tam and the Queen will go in and see those merchants.

Tam-Tam: What... me?

Thomas: AND... Donald and Douglas will be coming with us.

Tam-Tam: Why those two Scotsboys?

Thomas: Trust me, Tam-Tam. You never know...

*Scene changes to a merchants shop in Porlock Weir where Thomas, Mila, Darious, Tam-Tam, Queen Nakhta, Donald and Douglas are going.*

Donald: So... Thomas thinks there could be another coin hidden in here?

Mila: Well, I suppose he's right, Donald.

*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...

Douglas: Och, your what now?

Sherry: We sell trinkets to help fill the hole in the heart...

Mila: Intimidating needs? Erm... I think we're in the wrong place. We should go...

*But before Mila can leave, Donald grabs her by the collar.*

Donald: Now wait a minute, laddie! Thomas said we had to be here, whether we like it or not.

*Queen Nakhta climbs down from Thomas' footplate.*

Queen Nakhta: It'll only take a few minutes. Just be patient.

Sherry: Ah, good to see you again, your majesty! What can we do for you?

Threyon: Funny, you don't look any different. Didn't you use the crown we made for you?

Queen Nakhta: One did not.

Sherry: Oh... how come?

Threyon: Yeah, we worked really hard on it.

Queen Nakhta: Well, one's decided she needs something else. In order to find true love, one needs to become an older woman.

Threyon: Well, I don't care if you need to become a younger man. We have a strict policy. No refunds, exchanges or sublimations.

Douglas: Not even offers, lad?

Threyon: Nope, no offers. Or even discounts for that matter.

Queen Nakhta: Oh, what a shame. Maybe one should pay the tax office a little visit.

Sherry: Oh! Er... Of course, we're happy to make an exception for you, your majesty. Just give us a little moment together.

Threyon: Or a long moment together, you never know.

*Threyon and Sherry both walk to the back room, huddling each other.*

Tam-Tam: True love, your majesty?

Donald: Och, who's the lucky man that's soon to be king?

Queen Nakhta: There's no man, Tam-Tam and Donald. Just a little bit of exaggeration.

*Tam-Tam and Donald blush with embarrassment after asking that question.*

Tam-Tam: Oh... of course. My mistake.

Donald: Ach... right. *clears throat* Yes, I should've established that.

Douglas: But who's the lucky lady?

Queen Nakhta: *sighs* Nobody! These merchants... they fancy themselves as matchmakers. They'll only help you if they think it's to find true love.

The first time one came in here, one's assistant, Anora... well... One would rather not talk about it.

Donald: What happened? Did they change sexuality?

*Thomas smacks Donald on the back of his smokebox.*

Thomas: Enough s****y questions already, Donald. We're on a mission!

*Just then, Threyon and Sherry arrive back at the counter.*

Threyon: Well, we're all done.

Queen Nakhta: Excellent, now please hand over the crown.

Darious: Yes, and I believe there's something else you're going to need to hand over. The coins you are using to make these devices.

Threyon: Looking to open your own shop, are you?

Darious: For your information, we're going to use the coins to make our world a better place.

Sherry: Well, we're already living your dream. We're making the world a better place with 'em every day.

Darious: Wait... how? By using them to sell trinkets?

Threyon: Well, we're not just merchants! We're matchmakers! Love gurus! Romantic enervators...

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.*

Threyon: Ummmm... You're going to have to find out for yourself...

Sherry: Anyways, what could be better than a world in love, right?

Darious: What about a world at peace?

Sherry: Have you ever heard the phrase "Make love, not war"?

Mila: Sounds quite overrated.

Tam-Tam: And here I thought being a pirate would be fun. Do you two have an opening?

Sherry: Sorry, team of two over here...

*Douglas and Thomas gape nervously at the fact that Sherry's breasts are digging into the back on Threyon.*

Douglas: Dang... these guys are a proper wee lovey-dovey...

Thomas: Tell me about it...

Mila: *whispers to Tam-Tam.* Tam-Tam, carefully grab their coin and let's get out of here.

Tam-Tam: *whispers to Mila* How can I? It's around her neck. *speaks to Sherry and Threyon.* So... is there any info you can give us on that coin?

Threyon: You know, it took us quite a while to contemporize and figure them out... But it turns out there was a clue written on the coins all along!

Thomas: There was?

Threyon: Yep. It says "Become What You Seek".

Thomas: Hey, Mila's got one of those... It's around her neck.

Sherry: The coins amplify, among other things, desires. Normally, your own... But how is that going to help your love life?

Threyon: Maybe if you're in love with your own refraction...

Thomas: I never said I was.

Sherry: We managed to capture the desires of others into talismans. So you can become the perfect fit for your ideal partner. *holds up coin.* Combined with our coin, love will be

in the air before you know it.

*But before Sherry could put the coin back on her neck. Donald snatches it out of her hand.*

Donald: YOINK! Thanks for our little payment, lassies!

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?

Threyon: Yes, that.

Thomas: Oh... whoops.

Darious: Oh, trust me. Once we've managed to get all the coins, you'll never have to worry about that again.

Thomas: Leave it to me, guys. I've got this...

*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, Douglas, Darious. I want you to take the coin back to the ship. Mila, Tam-Tam and Queen Nakhta can stay and help me raid the store. *leans over to Mila and Tam-Tam.*

Trust me, we are helping the Queen.

Mila: I'm not sure about this... but okay.

Queen Nakhta: Are you sure, Thomas? One wanted to get outta here as soon as possible.

Thomas: It'll teach Sherry and Threyon not to knock some sense out of you, your majesty.

Queen Nakhta: Oh... alright. Makes sense when you glance at it.

*End of Scene 6*

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Scene 7:

*Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam and Queen Nakhta arrive back on the ship with the loot of love potions and all from the merchants shop. Darious, Donald and Douglas are there waiting for them alongside Morgana, Percy, Gordon and Toby.*

Gordon: So... how did things...?

Thomas: Fine.

Queen Nakhta: Well, now that we've got this free love loot. One could probably convince our local Boots pharmacist to stock these up in a jiffy.

Darious: Very well then. Percy, Gordon and Toby. Why don't you make Queen Nakhta feel at home?

Percy: Yes, sir!

Toby: Right away.

Gordon: Consider it done, sir!

*Percy, Gordon and Toby lead Queen Nakhta to beneath the ship's deck.*

Donald: Och, I love it when there's suddenly a cool breeze in the air. Reminds us how quickly the winds of fate may shift.

Morgana: What are you talking about, No. 9?

Donald: Just a few days ago, you were on trial for piracy. Now, we're assisting the queen!

Morgana: Well, don't get too used to it. That woman's going to stab us in the back the first chance she gets.

Douglas: I assume a more thorough explanation is forthcoming?

Tam-Tam: I guess a stopped clock really is right twice a day.

Morgana: What are you guys talking about?

Donald: We're saying we agree, Morgana. As soon as the queen sees us as no longer useful, there will be no reason for her to want to help us, let alone have us around.

Douglas: Ach, I'm with him.

Tam-Tam: And, assuming this little scheme works, that time is rapidly approaching. Be prepared for those winds of yours to shift again.

Darious: The Queen has been nothing but kind to us, and you suspect her of ulterior motives?

Thomas: Come on, guys. Darious is right. There's no reason to suspect she'd want to turn on us.

Mila: And we'll have none of this talk when we do see Queen Nakhta again, alright?

Donald: If you dinna want someone to talk their way out, then if things go wrong. Morgana can always just swallow her whole, right?

Morgana: Hey!

Thomas: For your information, vore isn't going to make things any better, Donald!

Donald: What? It was just an expression, laddie. When I say "swallow her whole", I meant "kill her herself". Ach, you cannae get yer catchphrases reyt...

*Scene changes to back at Kittering Castle late at night. Queen Nakhta is just seeing the engines and pirates off.*

Thomas: Well, we've fulfilled our end of the bargain, your majesty. We've helped you as best as we can.

Queen Nakhta: Of course, Thomas. There's nothing more one needs from you. You've been admirably loyal servants and engines to the crown. But before one gives you the

coin and takes your leave, why not stay and watch the magic happen?

Thomas: Er... sure, why not?

Mila: Wouldn't mind seeing the end result.

Thomas: Let's hope it works... *crosses fingers*

Queen Nakhta: Very well, here goes...

*Queen Nakhta puts the crown on her head, a red flame glows around her body and suddenly, very slowly, she grows into an older, bustier incarnation of herself.*

Engines: Oooooohh...

Thomas: It worked! It worked! I say, the magic has worked!

Queen Nakhta: What worked?

*Thomas and Mila suddenly stopped smiling, as they realize what the final result has done...*

Thomas and Mila: Uh-oh...

Darious: *blushes* I... uh... believe you owe us something, my queen?

Queen Nakhta: And what is that?

Gordon: The coins?

Queen Nakhta: What coins?

Edward: Oh dear... those side-effects must have really done her brain in.

Percy: We mean THE coins, you know the magic ones?

Queen Nakhta: What? And why would one owe something so precious to the likes of you? Guards? GUARDS!

*A guard covers his ears over Queen Nakhta's shouting.*

Guard: Agh, dammit. Not so loud, your majesty. I'm right here!

Queen Nakhta: Oh, sorry. Didn't see you here.

*Tam-Tam steps forward followed by Holly.*

Tam-Tam: Your majesty? There's been a misunderstanding, Mila and Thomas here, lord, angel and saviours of the kingdom, were just

about to do a public appearence with you.

Mila: Wha... we were?

Thomas: Us?

Holly: Well, pledging their fealty, encouraging loyalty to the crown, that sort of thing?

Queen Nakhta: And why would one be in need of something like that? Is one's throne in imminent danger?

Thomas: Good guess, but actually no. Maybe not today. But you DO have a younger sister, don't you? You know, Bilba? Always been a bit jealous of you? Maybe

one day, she'll try to take your place?

Queen Nakhta: Now that you mention it, one wouldn't put it past Bilba. She's always scheming against one.

Tam-Tam: Sisters are always like that, you can't ever trust family.

Jade: *off-screen* Hey, that's not true!

Queen Nakhta: Yes, quite right. So in exchange for your support, you do want those coins?

Darious: Yes, exactly.

Queen Nakhta: Fair enough. Gabe, please fetch one's coins and bring them to these folk.

*Queen Nakhta walks over to Thomas and climbs onto his footplate.*

Queen Nakhta: Come now, dear Thomas and Mila, we've got a public to greet.

Thomas: Very well, your majesty. I'll catch you lot later!

*Thomas puffs off with Queen Nakhta and Mila on his footplate to greet the crowds at Kittering Castle. Scene changes to back on the ship where Darious and Tam-Tam are talking with Percy, James, Molly, Abigail, Duck and Jade.*

Darious: A lot of fast thinking back there, folks.

Tam-Tam: Oh, it wasn't so fast. I'd been working on it since last night. I told you she'd betray us, didn I?

Duck: But she didn't betray us, did she?

Tam-Tam: Oh, you must be joking, GWR.

Abigail: No, Tam-Tam. Duck's right. She merely couldn't remember what happened, thanks to that coin. She clearly intended to help us, and she did eventually.

Tam-Tam: After she extracted another favour out of us.

James: And now, she's greeting the public with Thomas and Mila! Why those two? It should be ME considering I am the most splendid engine.

Percy: *crosses arms and smirks* I'm pretty sure we've all heard THAT one before.

*Just then, Thomas and Mila arrive back beneath the ship's deck, Mila climbs down from Thomas' footplate.*

Molly: There you are, guys. We were wondering when you'll return.

Darious: How was it?

Mila: Well, I must admit... Thomas probably proved more popular than Queen Nakhta and me. We could barely keep up. I knew he was popular but I didn't think he was THAT popular.

Thomas: Well, that's what happens when you've roamed the rails for more than 100 years, been in books for 75 years and on TV for more than 35 years. You gain a cult following and no mistake! So, what did we miss?

Abigail: Nothing special, just discussing about our favour with the queen, which Tam-Tam believes we extracted.

Thomas: A favour which reduced the probability of war? Hmmm... there's always another perspective, Tam-Tam.

Tam-Tam: If you say so, Thomas. Come on, red guy.

*Tam-Tam walks off, still pondering about the mission, followed by James. Just then, Duck pulls up to Mila, Darious and Thomas, followed by Molly, Jade, Abigail and Percy.*

Duck: We're glad you two are back, I just noticed something interesting on this map.

Thomas: You have?

Duck: You're all going to want to see this... *holds up map.* You see that X on the map there?

Mila: Yeah, I see it.

Thomas: So do I.

Molly: It's a very pretty X, Duck. Did you draw it yourself?

Duck: No, I didn't.

Percy: Well, who invited captain sunshine over here?

Duck: I didn't make the X. It just... showed up on its own. After we got that last coin!

Darious: It must be because we're nearly finished with our mission. We're so close, you two, I can feel it...

Jade: I think that thanks to what the queen gave us, we've almost got them all.

Thomas: Yeah... I guess.

Mila: Thomas, what's wrong?

Thomas: I'm worried, have we've been doing the right thing?

Darious: What are you talking about, Thomas? You've come so far since joining us and so has Mila. You two helped rescue Morgana, recovered the Pirate's Fate and now

your fortuitously timed fame has helped to win over the Queen's favour.

Thomas: But we've also managed to take the coins away from Circe, and Trento, and Breena, and Sherry and Threyon... goodness knows which coins we'll be taking next.

Now we've interfered with the lineage of the royal family. We've used trickery and lies to get us this far, and what if all of our misdeeds come back to haunt us? How could we possibly

call ourselves Really Useful when we've caused so much trouble?

Abigail: Thomas... we were made to cause trouble, it runs in the locomotive family. But no matter what mishaps we cause, we will always work together to put them right.

Percy: You are a good engine. I mean, look at you and Mila. You two have made the perfect duo since we came on board.

Darious: And surely, the changes in our lives are a representation of the coin's approval.

Mila: That's what I thought too, at first. We might look like we're helpful, but we couldn't save Leeko.

Thomas: We miss him too, Mila. We miss him too.

Darious: May I see you in my quarters for a moment, Thomas and Mila?

Thomas: Sure...

Darious: And the rest of you, set course for the final location of the coin.

Percy: Ay-ay, captain.

*The engines all chuff back to their duties whilst Thomas and Mila head off down to Darious' quarters. Scene changes to inside Darious' quarters with Thomas, Mila and Darious.*

Darious: So, Thomas and Mila. After seeing what that crown did to the queen. I have to ask, what is it like?

Thomas: What is what like?

Mila: You know very much what he's talking about.

Thomas: Errm... I pretty certain I don't.

Darious: You know what we mean, Thomas. It's an odd place to be, having sought them for so long and somehow never falling under their sway...

What is it like to see yourself transform from a quiet, shunting engine to a brave, noble pirate?

Thomas: I'm not sure, Darious. When it happens, I know I could turn into anything. But you have to be brave, you know. It's a skill I've developed over time...

Mila: Thomas is right, cap'n. The coins said "Become what you seek" on them. Well... maybe, I'm just becoming the kind of person I was meant to be all along, We all are...

Darious: We all? Well, I don't want to sound self indulgent, but what about me?

Thomas: Don't you see, Darious? You haven't had to change, because you've been the man the world needed right from the start. I hope I've answered your questions to your satisfaction.

Darious: Of course, Thomas. That's a beautiful vision for us. I sincerely hope it is within our grasp.

Mila: I know it is, captain.

Thomas: Anyways, me and Mila have got to get back on the deck. We need to sweep the walks.

Mila: Oh... yeah... right. Thanks for reminding me.

Thomas: Catch ya later, Darious.

Darious: You too.

*Thomas and Mila make their way back up to the deck. As they make their way out, James steams up with a small microchip in his hand.*

James: Thomas! Mila! I found this hidden under the coal inside my tender! It's a microchip one of us formerly used.

Thomas: 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.

Thomas: Wait... Percy.

*But Percy ends up swallowing the microchip.*

James: Ohhh... man.

Thomas: Tell me you just didn't eat that f**king...

Percy: Hey, James said it was a chip. So where's the ketchup? 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!

Thomas: Yeah... right.

*Later, Percy is sitting on a bucket. Mila gives him a drink in a beer mug.*

Mila: Alright, drink this.

Percy: I'm not thirsty.

Mila: I said drink it.

Percy: Well, what is it?

Mila: It's a mixture of mustard, vinegar and oyster sauce.

Percy: Oyster sauce, oh hell yeah!

Mila: You see that chip you ate. It's coming out of you, 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, Thomas arrives with another drink for Percy.*

Thomas: Here's another, Percy. And I think I may have peed in this one.

James: NO WAY!

*James yoinks the drink out of Thomas' hands.*

Thomas: James! Wait, what are you doing?

James: I am now in training. *drinks the mixture.* It's kinda fruity when you...

*James vomits over Thomas, Percy and Mila. 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 Thomas follows. Percy sits back on the bucket.*

Percy: Well, not bad. Get some of that in a keg. That body needs nutrients...

Mila: ...and Thomas needs that chip, Percy. One way... or the other.

Percy: Oh, okay. Fecal matter. Stool sample.

Mila: Don't talk about it, just do it.

Percy: Well, I don't do it, Mila. 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.

Mila: *stunned* No!

Percy: Starring Mel Gibson, and Tina Turner.

Mila: Are you serious?!

Percy: Yep.

Mila: You don't...

Percy: Don't what?

Mila: Uuuhh...

Percy: Come on.

Mila: You... you know...

Percy: Look, Mila. We're all adults here. You can say it. I promise I won't laugh.

Mila: Uh, poop?

Percy: YOU SAID POOP!!

*Percy calls out to James from the forecastle.*

Percy: Hey James, Mila said poop out here!

James: Poop! *laughs before he vomits again.* Poop!

*Just then, Tam-Tam calls from the bottom deck.*

Tam-Tam: Hey, darlings? What's going on here? *notices the vomit that James has made.* Ohhh... I'll see myself out.

*End of Scene 7*

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Scene 8:

*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'll 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 it.

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 Steam Team and the Dread Pirates have arrived at a library in Woolacombe.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, the engines and pirates had arrived at a library in Woolacombe, to find the eighth and final coin...

Percy: *whispering* Mila, are you sure this is the right place?

Mila: *whispering* Trust me, Percy. I gurantee this is where the next coin is.

James: *whispering* And hopefully, the last.

*The engines and pirates enter the library, it is full of corridors filled with books.*

Thomas: Look at the size of this place.

Librarian (not seen): Shhhh! This is a library!

*Just then, a gun shot is heard and the librarian flops onto the floor, dead.*

Tam-Tam: Damn...

Mila: What? Surprised you didn't witness someone being shot?

James: We just had to go on the one day where it's crowded.

Morgana: It doesn't look crowded, No. 5.

James: Well, not with commuters, no. With us, no offence on your weight but...

Morgana: No, no. You have a point. This doorway can't really handle the size of locomotives.

Tam-Tam: I'm just glad without Rourkie or anyone in particular, we'd never suffer anything horrendous whilst we're here.

*Just then, the others hear a familiar voice.*

Voice: Tam-Tam? I thought I might never hear that voice again!

Thomas: Who said that?

*Just then, a huge bear walks out wearing what looks similar to Darious' clothes but isn't.*

Mila: Uh... who are you?

Bear: Why, I'm Captain Darious Samuel Wright of the Dread Pirates.

*The engines all stutter in shock. Darious walks out, annoyed.*

Darious: That can't be, I'M Darious!

Bear Darious: I'm aware of that, we're both Darious, from different realities.

Darious: Different... realities?

Percy: So there ARE alternative universes now?

Bear Darious: Every choice we make affects us, changes the possibilities before us. Had you chosen a little differently, you'd still be in my shoes.

Henry: What should we call you then? Is Bear Darious alright?

Bear Darious: Of course, and shall I call my counterpart Dog Darious?

Darious: *blushes* Of course not, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with implications of any of this. I happen to believe in fate, if every possibility is an eventuality, there's

no order to the universe.

Edward: And for your information, sir. Our Darious is not a dog, he's a hound captain and proud.

Darious: Ah, thanks for clearing things up, Edward.

Bear Darious: Well, implications aside, you can't deny that I'm here, aren't I?

Douglas: Ach, this is giving us headscratchers, if you're Darious. Why do you look like... that?

Tam-Tam: I think I can take a guess, Scotsboy.

Bear Darious: On your journey, did you encounter a place called Circe's Island?

Mila: Yes, we did. Circe nearly turned me into a wild ape and Thomas into a reindeer! Is that what happened to you? Circe tried to turn you into a feral animal, a bear?

Bear Darious: She tried, alright. But she didn't quite succeed, and in addition to Douglas' question, he tried to sacrifice his life to save mine but he was too late and was already turned into a bear.

Douglas: Och, the Scots have a word for this... C**P!

Bear Darious: Yes, indeed.

Thomas: Hey, we've changed a lot in our journey but you don't see us complaining.

Bear Darious: So did I, we barely survived a battle on the seas with Rourkie. And then, negotiations with Queen Nakhta suddenly went sour and all of the crew, save for myself, Mila and Thomas, were killed and my coins were lost.

Thomas: What did we do?

Bear Darious: I spared you two to make sure Thomas made his trip to Dartmouth and Mila to safety. Unfortunately, the other engines weren't so lucky...

Percy: Wait... you mean... we were...?

Darious: The entire crew, dead? No! It can't be...

Gordon: How could the queen even hang engines? She can't...

Bear Darious: Actually, she had the cutter's torch fired up for you lot, and illegally cut up your parts and whatnot, on the spot.

Thomas: No... NO! That...

Bear Darious: Me, Mila and Thomas thought all hope was lost forever. Until I heard of a place with a library, with an enchanted mirror. One capable of transport between different realities. I made sure Thomas and Mila made it to Dartmouth

to survive and I took the helm of tracking down the mirror to change fate. I hoped to find some version of my crew here...

Thomas: Well, you have now.

Duck: But why did you hope to find us? What do you want?

Bear Darious: I want to help you finish the mission, of course. And get you lot to Dartmouth. Since that is impossible in my world, I figured we could join forces and together, use the coins to...

Darious: No! I'm sorry but we can't let this man have access to our coins. We have no way to prove he's not lying.

Toby: Trying to prove negative, captain? Doesn't sound possible, does it?

Darious: Well, we are happy to try, Toby. Regardless of how suspicious these facts are.

Thomas: Indeed, so Bear Darious... let's start with this magic mirror nonsense. Where is this mirror?

Bear Darious: Why, it's right upstairs. I can show it to you, if you'd like.

Thomas: Much obliged. Come on, guys.

Darious: Yes, let's do that.

*Bear Darious leads the pirates and engines to a magic mirror.*

Darious: So... you say if I walk through this, I'll enter a different reality?

Edward: Wait... Don't do it, captain! It might be a trick!

Morgana: No. 2's right, cap'n. You could get killed!

Thomas: We have no idea how this mirror works. How can we be sure it isn't dangerous?

Morgana: If it's dangerous, I'LL do it.

Darious: Morgana, wait!

Gordon: Hold on, captain. She's onto something.

*Morgana walks over to the mirror. But when she does, a feline-vixen hybrid princess suddenly walks out, she almost takes Morgana by surprise.*

Vixen: Oh, I say! Where am I? *notices Thomas and Mila.* Mila? Is that you? Oh, thank God, you're alive. And it's good to see you again, Thomas and Friends.

Thomas: Well, we... Wait, how'd you know our names?

Morgana: Mila and No. 1 are just fine. Who the hell are you?

Vixen: I'm Morgana, Princess Morgana Tess Batsfield if you don't mind.

Morgana: PRINCESS?! No, nonono! No way! No way that's me... God, I'm so freaked out right now...

Percy: Usually I hate Morgana, but this princess...? *Does a sexy meow.*

Princess Morgana: Oh, my word. I'm actually seeing myself, aren't I? *snaps fingers.* I've got it, brilliant! I've must've gone back in time, that would explain everything.

Mila, Thomas, tell me, this woman standing before me, is this what I looked like before I... I mean... WE used that crown?

Thomas: *looks in daze* WHAT?!

Princess Morgana: That's right, I'm afraid I'm being quite obtuse. If indeed I've gone back in time, I can't very expect you to be aware of what hasn't happened yet.

James: The f**k is she talking about?

Morgana: No idea...

Bear Darious: You haven't gone back in time, princess. This is an alternate reality. This is how the crew would be if we'd made different choices.

Darious: That's HIS theory, Morgana.

Morgana: I know.

Darious: No, not you, Morgana. PRINCESS Morgana. *turns to Princess Morgana.* Do you recognize this man here? This bear?

*Princess Morgana takes one look at Bear Darious and turns back to the others.*

Princess Morgana: *shrugs* I'm afraid I don't... I'm terribly sorry.

Darious: HA! I knew it, I knew you were an imposter. She knows I'm the real Darious.

Edward: Darious, please. Let's not jump to any conclusions. She might not even recognize who you are either.

Princess Morgana: Edward's right. I'm sorry to disappoint you again, but I don't know who you are, either.

Edward: Told you.

Darious: What?

Morgana: Princess Morgana? How can you not know him? That's Captain Darious Samuel Wright! The man who saved your life, if not mine as well! Darious, if anyone's a fake, it's her!

I'd never call myself a princess.

Princess Morgana: Please, Morgana. Allow me to explain. It's a complicated story. You see, my memory was...

*But before Princess Morgana can start, a shark librarian walks out.*

Librarian: Ah, there you are! I'm terribly sorry. I was detained with another patron. I'm Indigo Jack. Welcome to the Library of Forbidden Knowledge. Try not to mess up any of the books.

Tam-Tam: Forbidden knowledge? How interesting...

Darious: There's certainly a few things I'd like to know about what's going on around here.

Indigo Jack: I'd be happy to answer any questions you'd like. That is... afterwards.

Thomas: Afterwards?

*But before Thomas and the gang could answer, Indigo Jack opens up a book which sucks the gang through a portal. Before long, the engines and pirates along with Bear Darious and Princess Morgana

find themselves on a small island.*

Thomas: Ugh, where the hell are we?

Darious: Some kind of tropical island. But most importantly, how did we get here?

Bear Darious: I'll bet that librarian had something to do with it. Perhaps he used a spell of some kind.

Princess Morgana: Not a spell, a book.

Engines: A book?

Princess Morgana: From the shelves, it is a library, you know...

Thomas: How could he use... a book?

Princess Morgana: He trapped us inside it.

Abigail: How do you know that? Are you working with him or something?

Princess Morgana: I know because I've been in one before. Not this one, a different book. A different challenge for a different crew, I suppose. They're the last test a crew must face before they take possession

of the coins.

Darious: A test, eh? I'm sure we're up to the challenge.

Bear Darious: If we work together, there's nothing that...

Darious: Oh no, I'm not working with you. We don't know how long we'll be here, so we need to find fresh water. Tam-Tam, you're with me, Edward, Holly, Chloe, Bertha, Oliver and Henry.

Mila and Princess Morgana, along with Thomas, Percy, James, Toby, Emily, Donald and Douglas, you lot take a look around the coast and near those caves. See if you can find any clues to what's going on.

Thomas: Yes, cap'n.

Morgana: What about me?

Darious: I want you, along with Gordon, Rebecca, Molly, Duck, Nia, Rosie, Jade and Abigail, to keep an eye on my doppleganger. Make sure he's not up to any mischief.

Gordon: Oh, don't worry about that, Darious. He won't be getting past me!

Morgana: Dang... he took the words right out of my mouth.

Darious: Excellent, we reconvene in an hour.

*The engines and pirates all split up to explore the island. Scene changes to inside a cave with Thomas, Percy, James, Toby, Emily, Donald and Douglas all chatting with Mila and Princess Morgana.*

Percy: ...And that's why libraries use newspaper rods.

Princess Morgana: Wow, lots of weird stuff going on back on your own home, Percy.

James: Well, that's Sodor for you, Princess Morgana. Things appear when you least expect it.

Donald: I don't know why Darious is so suspicious of you, princess. You come to no harm.

Mila: It's been a long journey, Donald. I can see why he's cautious.

Donald: Yes, I can understand that, lad.

Mila: But what happened, exactly? How did you end up so different from the Morgana that we knew?

Princess Morgana: At some point, or in some other reality, you'll go to meet the queen, and she'll have you arrested for trying to steal the coins from her.

Thomas: In what way?

Princess Morgana: You tried to negotiate something with her older sister Bilba which led to your arrest.

Thomas: Oh, that's odd. We've already met the queen, and she was very happy to see us, and after we helped her, she gave us those coins.

Princess Morgana: *chuckles* You must be joking, happy to see pirates? And giving away those coins after she worked so hard for them? That doesn't sound like her at all.

Percy: Well... we helped to turn in a real pirate for her, and we didn't mention anything about us being pirates ourselves.

Emily: You must know the queen quite well.

Princess Morgana: You might say that... well... I'm her sister.

James: SAY WHAT?!!

Toby: But we thought you said you were Morgana.

Princess Morgana: I am, or at least I was. Morgana tried to save your lives by transforming herself into the queen's sister. Reality was re-written using one of the coins, or so I was told, anyway. I have no memory of that, or of you.

Before I met you today, I didn't even know what I used to look like.

Douglas: But what else was the ship like? In your reality that is?

Princess Morgana: The green lizard girl, Tam-Tam was her name? She was new to me too so I've never met her. But I was good friends with Leeko. Is he waiting for us, back on the ship?

Thomas: Er... no. Leeko's dead. Got killed by a rival pirate apparently.

Princess Morgana: Oh dear... I'm very sorry to hear that. I suppose we really are in a different reality, aren't we? It's hard to ignore that line of demarcation. Of course, I should've known that this world was different from the moment I stepped out of the mirror.

To tell the truth, it took me a couple of moments to recognize you lot.

Percy: So... did we look very different where you came from?

Princess Morgana: Not at all, Percy. You were unchanged. Everything about you. You carried yourself with a cheerful confidence, but also, you seemed less innocent somehow. I could gaze into your eyes and see the hard choices you two have been

forced to make. Of course, you only had to make even more of those once Thomas became the captain...

Thomas: Me? Captain? Well, I may be the Steam Team's leader but I don't know about being a captain...

Princess Morgana: You told me that the person I used to be... your Morgana... became captain when Darious died. Then, after I transformed. I didn't deem it proper to command a vessel without knowing so little about your mission, your ways. So, as the first mate, Mila took command.

Mila: That's just... *sighs* That's just a lot to take in. I'm not even the first mate around here.

Thomas: Neither am I. And now, with two of Morgana and Darious. What am I, seventh in rank? I'm supposed to be the number one engine.

Princess Morgana: Titles don't matter, dear Thomas. I'm a princess, remember? But I gave up that life to set sail with you.

Toby: But we might not be doing any sailing if we don't find a way out of here...

Princess Morgana: Oh, I'm very confident we will, Toby. Thomas and Mila led us out of one of these challenges before. I have no doubt you two will do so again.

Thomas: Well, if you say so...

*Thomas puffs out of the cave and eventually meets up with the others.*

Darious: After surveying this island, we weren't able to find a source of fresh water.

James: But isn't there water all around us?

Molly: He said FRESH water, not seawater. There's a distinction to that, James. *turns to Thomas and Mila.* I hope you two were able to find something interesting.

Thomas: Nope... not exactly. What about you, guys? Were you able to find any food?

Morgana: Unfortunately...

Mila: You didn't, did you?

Gordon: No, but she cannibalised my leg in order to survive. I'll might have to borrow one of your peg legs for now, Toby.

Toby: Don't mention it.

Edward: It's obvious what we need to do. What the challenge of this place is...

Tam-Tam: Not to everyone, it isn't, oldie.

Edward: We need to build a ship and set sail...

*The engines stare at Toby, who's handing his peg leg to Gordon.*

Toby: What? ... Oh, I get it. Because I'm a wooden-bodied engine and you want to cannibalise me to build a raft, well that ain't happening, folks.

Bear Darious: If we're not going to cannibalise Toby to build our ship, where are we going to find the wood for that? It'd be next to impossible.

Darious: Exactly, hence the challenge.

Toby: And you're not cannibalising me.

Edward: Nobody's cannibalising you, Toby. It's a challenge, we don't want to see you bare buffers in the middle of a book.

Tam-Tam: No, no no. Building a ship, determining our location, navigating a course, having enough supplies to survive the journey, piece of cake.

Percy: Cake? Where?

Tam-Tam: It's a figure of speech, green one!

Oliver: What if what we need to focus on is right here? What if one of those coins is buried somewhere?

Chloe: Oliver, please. If you think we're going to...

Princess Morgana: Um... excuse me?

Chloe: Yes?

Princess Morgana: We don't need to set sail, and we don't need to excavate half the island in a fruitless search for that which isn't there.

Morgana: Oh, really? Who died and made you captain?

Percy: Darious did, Morgana. Princess Morgana told us the whole story.

Princess Morgana: Well, I believe I happen to be the only one here who's successfully completed one of these library challenges. So, there's that.

Morgana: *scoffs* I find that hard to believe.

Darious: Alright, Morgana. Let her speak.

Princess Morgana: I believe all we need to do is... be happy.

*The engines and pirates look at Princess Morgana, confused.*

James: Be happy? What are you, on antidepressants or something?

Morgana: We're stranded on a desert island. How am I supposed to be happy about that?

Henry: Yeah, this challenge is making my brain hurt.

Princess Morgana: If we're content here, it proves we don't need anything other than each other. Because, when you're surrounded by friends... Oh, Mila and Thomas, you two put it so much more eloquently than I.

Thomas: Sorry, I... what?

Bear Darious: We need more than friends, we need food and water, or we'll die.

Darious: Well, you said the challenge you did was different than this one, right? So perhaps the solution here will differ as well?

Princess Morgana: Hmmm... perhaps I hadn't considered it from that angle.

Thomas: Yeah... it's getting late. Should we try to find some shelter? We can work all this out tomorrow.

Bear Darious: Well, I don't see any tree we can sleep under. I suppose we could try the caves.

Darious: Very well then, but we'll be up first thing tomorrow, building our ship.

*The engines all puff into the cave to tuck in for the night, followed by Princess Morgana, Bear Darious, Morgana and Tam-Tam. Darious stays to chat with Thomas and Mila.*

Darious: Thomas, Mila, before you go. I'd like to speak to you privately, if you two don't mind.

Thomas: Of course, captain. What's troubling your mind?

Darious: I have a bad feeling about this, Thomas. If we're not careful, things could turn ugly, fast.

Mila: Why does this other version of you bother you so, Darious? What do you see in him?

Darious: The way I see it, Mila. There's only two possibilities. Either I'm right, and that other Darious is an imposter or... *sighs* Somehow, I'm such a terrible leader, that we were one bad choice

away from me getting us all killed. I'm not sure which is more terrifying to think about.

Thomas: Oh, don't say that, Darious. Just because things didn't work out in that universe doesn't mean you're a terrible leader. Nobody has ever gotten this far searching for those coins, not even us.

Darious: Yes, but I still think about Leeko every night, but to lose you all. I can't imagine how miserable I'd be. And yet, this man carries none of that burden. I know perhaps seeing us has lightened his spirits. My spirits certainly

would be lighter if I could see Leeko again. Or even if I could see the Pirate's Fate again.

Thomas: I know exactly how you feel, Darious. I feel the exact same way. I miss my own home on Sodor too. I miss The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt), I miss Joey, I miss Annie and Clarabel, I miss my branch line. And I never thought I'd say this but...

*sighs* I even miss Diesel and the Female Furries.

Mila: Who?

Thomas: But that's not the point, guys. The point is... if it hadn't been for us engines, you wouldn't have been able to get this far. All we need to do is complete the challenge and we'll all be home free.

Darious: That's good, Thomas. We've got to stay positive, just like what Princess Morgana said. I'm afraid if we don't, well... Bad things can happen when a crew loses hope. That's my mission for you two, Do what you can to try to make sure everyone stays focused. Don't let despair cloud their judgement.

Thomas: We'll do our best, captain. *turns to Mila.* Come on, Mila. We better get some sleep, all this assuring Darious has made me tired.

*Thomas steams into the cave, followed by Mila and Darious. He parks himself close to Percy and Tam-Tam. Mila settles down beside Thomas.*

Thomas: Whoever thought life would be so hard?

Mila: We'll think of something, Thomas. Anyways, goodnight.

Thomas: Goodnight.

*Thomas and Mila settle down to sleep.*

Narrator: A few hours passed, but poor Thomas just couldn't sleep. He still felt sorry for Darious and wanted to help complete his mission. But he wasn't sure how...

*Thomas gently nudges Mila.*

Thomas: *whispering* Mila... I can't sleep, can you?

Mila: *whispering* No, Thomas. I can't... *turns to Percy and Tam-Tam, who're gazing at her.* Percy? Tam-Tam? Can't you sleep too?

Tam-Tam: Of course I can. I'm sleeping right now, actually. This is all just a dream.

Thomas: Nope. *tries shaking his hand in front of his eyes.* It's real, but I wish. So, what do you think of our new guests, guys? Seems like it's going to be a difficult time.

Tam-Tam: Really, now? And why would you say that?

Thomas: I'm just asking, how are we supposed to know who to trust?

Tam-Tam: Right. Before this, it was very easy to know who to trust. If you weren't a duplicate of another person, you were automatically trustworthy.

Mila: I think you know what I mean. Before this happened, at least we had some degree of confidence in one another.

Percy: Like the confidence Morgana had in us when we came on board? Let's be realistic, Mila. I'm sure if a duplicate of me came out of that mirror, neither the first Morgana nor her

delicate-doily double would take a shine to him.

Mila: Do you really disapprove of Morgana's suspicions, Percy?

Percy: Hardly! I mean, how could I blame her for distrusting anyone? It's the lesson life taught her, and it's taught me and Tam-Tam something similar.

Tam-Tam: We just don't wear it on our sleeves the way she does.

Thomas: Tam-Tam, Percy doesn't even HAVE sleeves.

Tam-Tam: I was speaking metaphorically, Thomas.

Mila: Well, Morgana might not have had much confidence in you guys at the start, but the captain always had faith in you, and so do I.

Percy: You know? For a little while, I almost believed that too. Then he invited Trento on board.

Tam-Tam: Well, if Darious was okay with someone like that. Let's just say I knew I was nothing special, what about you, Thomas?

Thomas: What about me?

Tam-Tam: Did you, Mila, green one and the others have total confidence in me from the start?

Thomas: Of course we did, why wouldn't we?

Tam-Tam: Oh, silly me, and I thought the high and mighty Thomas T. Tank Engine was too good to tell a lie.

Thomas: It doesn't matter what we engines thought at first, does it? All that matters is how we feel about you now.

Mila: I suppose, but how do you engines feel about us?

Thomas: We're friends, Mila.

Percy: And always will be, whatever the weather. And that includes the other pirates as well.

Tam-Tam: I never seem to keep friends for long. But thanks for the vote of confidence, anyway.

Mila: Yeah, you guys are quite friendly to talk to. How do you even have experience for it?

Percy: *smirks* Well, when you're best friends with the number one engine, you learn as you grow.

Thomas: And that's a fact!

*Just then, Toby wakes up.*

Toby: What time is it?

*Thomas checks his watch.*

Thomas: 1am. We must get ready to build that ship or something.

*The others get up.*

James: Well then, we better be on our way!

Toby: The only problem is, how do we get out?

Thomas: Leave that to me and Mila! I'll find a way out.

*Mila hops onto Thomas' footplate.*

Mila: Alright, Thomas! Lead the way!

*Thomas blows his whistle and he puffs away to find a way out of the cave, the engines follow behind.*

Toby: Boy, I hope he knows what he's doing...

Percy: I'm sure he does. You know Thomas, he's always full of ideas to help us out of perilous situations.

*End of Scene 8*

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Scene 9:

*Thomas, Mila, Percy, James, Morgana, Darious, Toby and Edward arrive at some cliffsides where they find Gordon, Bear Darious, Princess Morgana, Duck, Emily and Jade hunting for some wood to build a raft.*

Bear Darious: So, no luck on constructing your raft, I take it?

Edward: No luck.

Gordon: Why not at least try out some other ideas? It's not like we don't have the time.

Darious: And what other ideas are you interested in?

Duck: Beg pardon, captain. But other Morgana here suggested we all act happy, isn't that right?

Princess Morgana: *ahem* Princess Morgana is just fine, Duck.

Duck: Oh, of course. How uncouth of me.

Princess Morgana: And it was a little more complicated than that. We have to not just be happy, but pleased, content, satisfied.

Bear Darious: Well, I know what always makes me feel satisfied. A good ghost story.

Darious: You might like them, but how is that supposed to help the rest of us? Furthermore, any stories which focus on the subject of death are likely to...

Tam-Tam: What's the matter, Darious? Afraid if he tells a good one, people will start to like him more?

Darious: What, no! Of course not.

*Just then, Henry, Oliver, Donald, Douglas, Chloe, Holly, Bertha, Abigail, Molly, Rosie, Nia and Rebecca arrive.*

Henry: You're not scared, are you?

Darious: No, I'm not, Henry!

Donald: Ach, then what's the harm? Some of us wouldn't mind a scary story or two!

Princess Morgana: If Darious doesn't want to hear it, Donald. Then it defeats the purpose of telling it. He'll only feel more resentful and discontent.

Edward: Sorry, what?

Darious: No, no. Edward, she's got a point.

Thomas: Well, if you want my opinion, I'm not sure this is a good idea. A ghost story might not set the mood we want.

Abigail: Exactly, especially when I still need to go over my trauma from seeing that ghost engine of a Grange Class I witnessed three years ago.

Tam-Tam: Well, should I assume the "mood" you were going for was boredom, Abbie? That's all I'm getting over here.

Abigail: No, I didn't say that.

Bear Darious: The Mila I knew would've loved a good ghost story.

Mila: No, I wouldn't... Besides, she isn't here now, I am.

Gordon: I wouldn't mind a ghost story! I'm bored out of my wits.

Henry: Me too.

Bear Darious: As you wish, you can all rest. I'm going to stay here and tell some of you lot a good story I know. The rest of you can keep looking for the coins.

*The engines all split up, Gordon, Henry, Duck, Oliver, Emily, Holly, Jade and Rebecca all stay up to listen to Bear Darious' ghost story. Thomas, Percy, Edward, James, Toby, Donald, Douglas, Abigail, Chloe, Bertha, Rosie, Molly and Nia, along with Mila, Darious, Morgana, Tam-Tam

and Princess Morgana find a place to settle down for the night.*

Darious: I can't believe the nerve of that man. What does he hope to accomplish rooting around out there?

Nia: Perhaps he's trying to prove himself to you, to the crew. He's lost his own crew and his family.

Douglas: Ach, so he says.

Princess Morgana: He and I have been bedeviled by the same woes, Douglas. So I sympathize, but there's no way he can reach you, is there?

Darious: Hmmmm... perhaps I'm judging him a little unfairly, but I can't just ignore my intuition. But unless he's going to return with a way out of here, I don't want him to come back.

Edward: Precisely.

Nia: *yawns* Anyway, we're all going to tuck in for the night.

Thomas: You can go, I'm staying up.

Edward: Yes, I don't seem to trust this Bear Darious chap at all.

Princess Morgana: I think a few of us might need a bit of privacy for the time.

James: *yawns* Okay, you're lost. Wake us when it's daylight. G'night.

*The engines all chuff to find a place to settle down for the night, leaving only Thomas, Percy and Edward with Mila and Princess Morgana.*

Princess Morgana: Alright, we need to bring this crew together if we're ever going to leave. I already had a chat with my counterpart this morning, she may not like me but I feel like she no longer questions my legitimacy.

Reaching Darious will be more difficult, we've got to come up with a plan.

Percy: How?

Edward: You heard him, he won't listen until Bear Darious finds a way out of here.

Princess Morgana: And the solution presents itself at last, Edward.

Edward: What are you saying?

Princess Morgana: We've got a small amount of wood and some sharp impliments for carving. We could design a counterfeit coin, then bury it in a place where Bear Darious will find it. Then he'll look like he was right all along,

and Darious will HAVE to change his mind about him.

Mila: Won't Bear Darious notice the coin isn't real?

Princess Morgana: Unlikely, when determination breaches into obsession, the mind can start to play tricks.

Edward: Playing tricks? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this level of dishonesty, Princess Morgana.

Princess Morgana: It's the only way to create a sense of unity and happiness, Edward. And that happiness is the only way to get us home, I'm certain of it. A little white lie never hurt anyone, right?

Mila: It doesn't matter if the lie hurts people, Princess Morgana. Lying is still wrong.

Princess Morgana: My admiration for your virtue outshines my frustration with your intransigence.

Percy: The wha-?

Princess Morgana: How about this, then? As soon as it's all over, we'll tell the rest of the crew the truth.

Edward: Well, if this is the only way.

Thomas: Good, it's fool-proof. Percy, have you got your golden Sharpie pen?

Percy: *pulls out a gold Sharpie from his bufferbeam.* Always!

Thomas: Mila, can I borrow your coin?

Mila: Sure. *hands Thomas the coin.*

*Percy hands Thomas the Sharpie and he starts scribbling on a round chunk of wood. In no time at all, he has drawn a good counterfeit version of the coin. Thomas places it gently on the ground.*

Thomas: Now... this is fool-proof.

*Thomas, Edward, Percy, Mila and Princess Morgana all leave to turn in for the night. Scene changes to the island in the morning where the coin is exactly where Thomas and the others have left it. Bear Darious picks it up.*

Bear Darious: I've done it! I've found the coin!

*The engines and pirates all arrive.*

Darious: What?

James: Already?

Bear Darious: It was precisely where I thought it might be.

Morgana: We're going home? Great, I'm starving.

Gordon: You're telling me!

Princess Morgana: Oh, marvellous news!

Tam-Tam: Guess we don't have to build a ship, do we?

Toby: Oh, it was just beginner's luck.

Darious: Maybe, but if this is all over, why are we still here?

*The other engines look at each other, for they don't know either.*

Mila: That... is a really good question.

Princess Morgana: Perhaps, first, you should give a little credit where credit is due.

Gordon: So it's not enough JUST to be found, the coins also demand that we GROVEL?

Princess Morgana: This is what Darious said he wanted from him, isn't it?

Darious: Oh... I suppose I was wrong, I'm sorry. Thank you for continuing to try to look out for this crew, even thought I didn't make it easy for you.

Bear Darious: I'm happy to be of service, it was my pleasure.

Percy: But what happens now?

*Suddenly, the engines and pirates find themselves sucked into a vortex and back outside the Library of Forbidden Knowledge, only to end up crushing a rubbish bin because Indigo Jack threw the book out.*

Percy: Oh... that!

*Indigo Jack walks out of the library to see what the fuss is going on.*

Indigo Jack: You made it, eh? It certainly didn't look like you would, for a while at least.

Edward: You were watching us?

Indigo Jack: Of course, most of the time, anyway.

James: Then why didn't you do something about it?

Indigo Jack: Would you prefer me to hand over the last of the coins to just anyone who approaches? Or do you see that this test has some purpose?

James: Shutting up, question withdrawn...

Duck: Why did you have us seek a coin? It just seemed so... simple.

Indigo Jack: If you think that coin was the goal, you're the one who's simple.

Darious: What's that supposed to mean? If the coin wasn't the goal, what was?

Princess Morgana: *blushes* About that coin, captain...

Tam-Tam: Oh, who cares about the coin. We passed, didn't we? That's what matters.

Darious: Yes, I suppose that's true.

Indigo Jack: I'll just go and sort the coins out for you, Your journey is nearly over.

Thomas: Thank f**king GOD!

Voice: I'm afraid that won't be necessary.

*Just then, a distinguished gentleman walks forward.*

Thomas: Is that... Rourkie?

Morgana: He looks a little different, but that's him alright.

Mila: Perhaps he's from another reality.

Gentleman: Please, Mila, Thomas, all of you... rest easy. I'm not Rourkie, okay.

Thomas: What?

*Just then, the others hear a familiar voice.*

Voice: Darious, my friend... please hear him out.

*And suddenly, who should walk into view but Luprand! Alongside him is Mary.*

Thomas: Oh... hello Luprand... Mary.

Gentleman: I see you've taken a great liking to my steward here. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lazerby. I died many years ago... but I remained a spirit, kept

alive only by the magic of the coins. When Rourkie attempted to desecrate my home and destroy me. I took him as my host.

Thomas: Your... host?

Lazerby: In other words, I took possession of his body. Then I took possession of his ship. How fortunate that he was also hunting the coins.

Thomas: Oh my! I thought Rourkie was as good as dead!

Darious: I knew the house was haunted right from the start. I thought that the spirit was going to drag him away to the underworld, not...

Lazerby: Anyways, Darious. Between the two of us, I believe we've managed to find them all. You know what that means, don't you?

Darious: Why don't you tell me what you think it means?

Lazerby: Still skeptical, eh? Luprand said that you would be. He spoke so highly about your ability to command. It's a pity we never had a chance to serve together...

Darious: Did he also tell you I don't respond well to flattery?

Lazerby: Oh, please, Darious, spare me.

Darious: Fine, fine, let's just say I believe you. What do you want, then?

Lazerby: I want us all to finish this mission together. One coin remakes an individual, all of them remake the world. Isn't that right?

*But before Darious could reply, Thomas intervenes.*

Thomas: Sorry if I may interrupt, Mr. Lazerby, sir. But there's been some misunderstanding. The Steam Team made a deal that we'd help the Dread Pirates find

their missing coins, so they can help us back to our own homeland ALL the way back in the Island of Sodor, Northwest England. But so far, I've seen NO trace of the Dread Pirates making us go home.

It's like Darious wants the Steam Team to become members of the Dread Pirates PERMANENTLY.

Darious: I don't see how any of this is true, Thomas.

Thomas: But what do you want to use the coins for? What kind of world do you want to make?

Lazerby: Well, Thomas. I've wanted to eliminate death.

Thomas: What... why?

Lazerby: Death is our greatest enemy, Thomas. It's already taken one of your friends, isn't that right?

Thomas: Not the Steam Team, no. But it did take Leeko.

Lazerby: But it will eventually take us all, as it took everyone that I ever loved.

Thomas: Oh... but us really useful engines can live forever if we're careful.

Gordon: So what? Everyone dies?

Lazerby: That's just it, Gordon. We all accept that, don't we? Well, what if nobody ever had to die?

Bear Darious: No more death? Sounds like Heaven!

Gordon: Heaven? Hmph, nonsense. It's more like Hell to us. People will still get old and sickly and they'll just be skeletons by then. Are you going to remake the world and cure all frailties and mortality?

Percy: And what about the overpopulation? Surely, the world cannot hold and feed an infinity.

Lazerby: Don't worry about any of those *clears throat* mechanistic concerns, Gordon and Percy. I've got it all worked out.

Holly: The fact that you're trying to sound confident makes us suspicious that there's some big problem you're hiding.

Lazerby: As I explained earlier, Holly. I was able to use the coins to prevent my own death. I instead became a spirit, and then I was able to take the body of Rourkie, so that

I may stand before you today. It's an extraordinary journey, isn't it? But... what if it wasn't quite so special? What if everyone could do what I did?

Mila: What are you talking about?

Lazerby: Allow me to explain, my friend. In my new world... whenever anyone dies, they'll become a ghost. Then they'll float around and find a new host... Or in worst case scenarios,

hijack the new host of its original body.

James: A new host? From where?

Lazerby: A baby or a young child would be an easy choice, given how much life they have ahead of them. All the ghosts' memories will be intact, Their life will carry on.

Thomas: So... if I give an example, my driver Joey is a cartoonist. So if he was reincarnated as a baby born in Japan, he'd grow up and reproduce my series in anime style, right?

Lazerby: That's right, and death will be vanquished.

Mila: But what about the life of the baby? If they are possessed, doesn't that mean they don't get to live their own life?

Lazerby: Well, as a baby, they won't really understand what it's like to have a will. So they'll never miss not having it.

Mila: So there never get to be any new people? Just the same old souls, stealing body after body after body, for all time?

Chloe: That sounds a bit grim.

Tam-Tam: Grim? I happen to believe in reincarnation, and this plan sounds similar enough to that. It might even help people retain memories of their past lives.

Gordon: Can't people just get reincarnated as engines? My designer Sir Nigel Gresley got reincarnated as one!

Rebecca: And one of my brothers obtains the soul of Winston Churchill!

Henry: And we let ghosts steal children, just so we can remember our past lives? This is crazy!

Percy: I don't even like ghosts, for God's sake!

Bear Darious: I've seen first hand all the suffering that death can wreck, all the quests for revenge it fosters. All the pain and agony. If we can put a stop to death, we'll change life for the better.

Princess Morgana: I'm not so sure. I mean, True, death is cruel but it also teaches us valuable lessons. That it may never come again is what makes life so sweet.

James: And there's an old saying, "You only live once.", and that's a fact.

Lazerby: You want to hold onto the weaknesses of the present, instead of embracing a future that will allow us to live our lives secure in the knowledge that death is not the end?

My plan is the only way to end the heartbreak of death, now and forever. We might have to make a sacrifice or two, but in the end, think of all the suffering we'll prevent.

Mila: Your plan is an abomination, destroying life in order to save it? We've collected those coins to make the world a better place. You'd be enslaving children to bring about a living death.

Thomas: And sometimes we just wish that we DO want to be dead. I mean, look what's already happened to you. You're a ghost! Who knows what will happen if Mila gave you another coin!

Mila: Thomas is right, it's the foulest, most profane idea we've ever heard!

Morgana: Yeah, I'd rather go to Hell than murder a kid just to keep sucking air!

Gordon: And I'd rather get destroyed in a head-on collision than become human!

Lazerby: You're just saying that because the idea came from me, and I look like Rourkie. You didn't even pay attention to a word I said.

Thomas: How... dare you question the crew's judgement, Darious is captain and I'm the proud leader of the Steam Team.

Bear Darious: No, I'M the captain! This is my crew too, you know. And I say this plan is perfect!

Darious: You've never been the captain and you never will be. You're nothing like me!

Bear Darious: Yeah... you've got that right. Who was it that got us out of that book, eh? If it wasn't for me, you idiots would all be trapped in that miserable place forever.

Tam-Tam: The captain I know would never call his crew idiots, Morgana maybe, and some of the engines, but NEVER Darious.

Bear Darious: Hold your horses, you're right. I merely lost my temper in a moment of anger. I'm sorry, okay?

Morgana: I don't buy that for one minute! Darious was right, he IS an imposter.

Princess Morgana: Hold on a moment. He may have a different personality than the Darious you remember, but let's not forget how much I differ from you, Morgana. And yet you I can't deny I'm her.

Edward: She's right, Morgana. You saw Princess Morgana in your reflection when you approached the mirror, didn't you?

Morgana: Yeah, but...

Darious: Wait a moment! Morgana saw her alter ego. But I never saw you walk out of that mirror, Bear Darious! You were already here when we arrived... Whose reflection are you, really?

Bear Darious: You really have to ask? If I can possess Rourkie in one world, then in another world? Why couldn't I possess you? Pathetic, ALL OF YOU, PATHETIC!

Lazerby: If you don't want to cooperate with us, fine! We don't need you, all we need are our coins!

*But before Thomas and his friends could do something, Bear Darious summons a ghostly blue alpha wall that traps the engines and pirates inside.*

Thomas: Hey! I can't move! My wheels are stuck!

Percy: We're all stuck!

*The engines start panicking and freaking out.*

Lazerby: Get their coins from their ship and bring them here, quickly. Let's finish this!

*Lazerby, Luprand, Mary and Bear Darious walk off to the ship. The engines and pirates watch sadly.*

Darious: I knew... I knew all along and I... I didn't do anything. I kept second guessing myself, wondering if my stupid pride was clouding my judgement and...

Thomas: Oh, Darious. It's not your fault...

Morgana: If anything, it's mine. I've known you the longest, captain. That b*****d shouldn't have fooled me for a second.

Princess Morgana: Who would've thought I'd walk out of one nightmare and into another? Perhaps this end is my fate no matter where I go?

Tam-Tam: Oh, cheer up, darling! Even if the worst comes, I'm sure I'll see you all in another life.

Thomas: No! Never! We're not going to die! This can't be the end!

Mila: What makes you so sure, Thomas?

Thomas: The coins won't let it be, the wizard created them so that he could heal the world! And THAT is exactly what we're going to do, me and Mila!

Mila: Yeah... *spreads a determined look on her face.* That's right! This can't be what he would've wanted. Two monsters creating Hell on Earth? We're pure of heart and pure of deed! That means we're the ones that triumph.

Thomas: Like I always say... little engines can do big things!

James: Good guys win, bad guys lose? Give me a break, welcome to real life, guys. You really believe that?

Thomas: Well, it's the way the world ought to be, anyway!

*Just then, Lazerby, Luprand and Bear Darious return, putting all the coins in the orb. But for some reason, it doesn't shine.*

Lazerby: That's all of them. Why isn't it working?! Bear Darious, you said they had all of the coins!

Bear Darious: That IS all of them... I swear! I stayed up on that island searching.

Just to make sure there was one hiding... wait...

Thomas: *laughs cheekily* That coin you found... IT WAS A FAKE! A wooden one that I made to trick Bear Darious into succeeding. It was ME who got us all out of that book to trick you! The real Darious I know would tell what coin is real and what's not!

Bear Darious: Yes... I think I see the last one. Right on Mila's chest!

Mila: I can't let you have it!

Bear Darious: You don't have a choice.

Mila: Yeah... you're right. I don't, I have to stop you and your evil magic will hold us no longer.

Thomas: That's right, you've forgotten my most secret weapon... Gold Dust!

Lazerby: Gold what?

Percy: Oh dang... why didn't we think of that sooner?

*Mila's coin shines around her chest, Thomas lets off steam with his gold dust and a hole slowly melts in the alpha wall which Thomas and Mila walk out.*

Darious: Thomas! Mila! What are you doing?

Mila: Making our choice, those coins want me and Thomas to have their power.

Lazerby: Stop her! STOP HER!

*Thomas and Mila approach Bear Darious, Lazerby, Luprand and Mary. A goldish flame glows around their bodies.*

Thomas: Time to kick some poltergeist butt...

Lazerby: Wait, I...

*Before Lazerby could reply, Thomas and Mila beat him up along with Luprand, Bear Darious and Mary, The engines and pirates watch in shock and cringe at what they're witnessing.*

James: Ooooh, that's gonna leave a mark!

Princess Morgana: That looked painful...

Bertha: They're giving those folk a good ass-whooping by the looks of things.

Morgana: Urgh... that's gonna be sore in the morning.

Gordon: How the hell is Thomas beating that bear to a pulp, he can't even fight someone as strong as me.

Tam-Tam: Oh... I can't believe I just witnessed that.

Percy: *chuckles* Damn, they make WWE look like fools.

Chloe: Yup... brawling like they would do.

*Indigo Jack arrives on the scene, carrying an orb.*

Indigo Jack: Okay, here it is, change the... *notices Thomas and Mila fighting Lazerby and his crew.* Err... I'll... leave you fellows to decide. *runs sheepishly off.*

*Lazerby, Mary, Luprand and Bear Darious are all bruised and injured from the assault, now they're cowering in a corner. Thomas is holding an open book, another one that's a trial.*

Thomas: Here's the final chapter that I call "You're dead!"

*A portal opens up inside the book that sucks Lazerby, Luprand, Mary and Bear Darious inside.*

Lazerby: Agh! No! NOO! NOOOOOOOOO!

Mary: YOU DOOMED US AAAAAAAAAAAAALLL!

Bear Darious: I'LL BE BACK, YOU JUST WAAAAAAAIT!

Luprand: NOOOOO, YOU KILLED MEEEEEEE!

*Thomas hurtles the book to the ground, the alpha wall disappears freeing the engines and pirates and the flame disappears from Thomas and Mila. The two suddenly notice Queen Nakhta and Trento, who've suddenly seen the entire thing.*

Mila: Oh... Hi, you two. Sorry, you had to witness that.

Queen Nakhta: Oh dear... One has never seen quite the unexpected.

Trento: Dang, Now I see why you wanted those coins.

Thomas: Now do you believe us? Now do you understand that we wanted to use those coins for good?

Queen Nakhta: Yes... One apologises for any inconvenience, Thomas. You've not just saved my kingdom, you've saved the world.

Thomas: Hey, no worries! It's what we do for a living.

*Thomas and Mila exchange winks.*

Darious: I guess there's only one thing left to do. Change the world, you know what to do, Thomas and Mila.

Thomas: Right on it, Darious! Come on, Mila. We've got work to do!

Mila: You're right, 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. the orb begins to shine right in front of their eyes.*

Narrator: Thomas and Mila said they wanted a world where the good triumph and the evil are defeated,

and that's exactly what they created. The two friends used the coins to create a universal law of karma,

whenever one did good, fame and fortune

would smile upon them. Every time they acted poorly, bad luck would follow.

Moral behaviour between the engines and pirates dramatically increased as a result.

However, people began to be good only to "earn" karma, and not for its own sake. The world

grew kinder in deed, but the motivating spirit of true kindess began to flicker and grow dim...

*The screen turns to black, only to reveal the orb had just gone out.*

Thomas: Well... we're done. Now what?

Darious: 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.

Morgana: You know... he's right. I was wrong about you, No. 1. Maybe you are a good pirate.

Tam-Tam: And a heroic engine.

Mila: But most importantly, a good friend.

Thomas: *smiles broadly.* Thanks, Mila. You too.

*Thomas wraps his arms around Mila and gives her a hug.*

Percy: Well, now that's THAT taken care of. We should be on our way.

Edward: Exactly, I've texted Joey and told the engines we're making our way to Dartmouth.

Darious: Excellent.

Thomas: What're we waiting for? Let's set sail!

*But before Thomas could board the ship, Darious stops him.*

Darious: Hold on, Thomas. I don't think I will sailing the seas for the time being. I think we should all go to Dartmouth BY RAIL!

Mila: Are you sure? There's no railway line in Woolacombe.

Thomas: Mila's right. But I have an idea!

Darious: You do?

*Thomas steams onto the ship.*

Thomas: Yes, I do! Toby, chart a course for Watchet!

Toby: Aye-aye, Thomas!

*The engines and pirates board the ship.*

Darious: What's your idea, Thomas?

Thomas: Why don't we use the line in Somerset? I'm sure it has a main line connection

and we'll be able to make it into Dartmouth before then.

Darious: Splendid idea!

Trento: Dartmouth, huh? Hey, that sounds like an awesome idea. Can I come too?

Queen Nakhta: Make room for one... a holiday in Dartmouth sounds most auspicious.

Thomas: You know what...? Sure! We helped you and you helped us, it's what friends do!

*Queen Nakhta and Trento excitedly board the ship.*

Trento: Sweet!

Queen Nakhta: One is going to have a real proper trip!

Thomas: Chloe! Set sail for Watchet!

Chloe: Ay-ay, Thomas!

*Chloe steers the ship off the shore and into deeper waters, ready for their expedition. A map shows the ship sailing towards Somerset.*

Narrator: It was a long and tough voyage to get to Somerset.

But luckily, the old railway station at Watchet was still there, and it didn't take the engines and pirates long to find themselves on the rails again.

*The Steam Team disembark from the ship and places themselves onto the tracks.*

Thomas: Oh, it's so good to be back on the rails again!

*Just then, Odney Manor arrives.*

Odney Manor: Hey, it's you, guys. What're you doing here?

Thomas: Going to Dartmouth.

Odney Manor: Err... are you sure? You're going the wrong way.

Oliver: I believe the Bristol-Exeter line goes past here and into Dartmouth.

Odney Manor: Oh, right! Carry on, and take care!

Thomas: Thank you! *whistles* All aboard! Next stop, Dartmouth!

Engines and Pirates: Ay-ay, captain Thomas!

*The engines all whistle and cheer as they make their way down the line. The engines speed through the West Somerset countryside cheerfully.*

Thomas: *singing* Everyone will tell you how most pirates, they don't care.

They'll find a way to rob you and they'll find a way to scare.

But these young pirates, the y won't make you slightly very glum.

As the Dread Pirates are the ones we call chums.

Mila: *singing* It's been a long, long voyage to find all those magic coins

We've only had six members and some engines who have joined.

Whilst all of us have only thought this mission was a dream,

but now it's been completed all thanks to the Steam Team. 'Cos...

Chorus:

Thomas and Mila: *singing* We're the Bestest Friends, by rail or sea!

The finest treasure-hunters that you have to agree.

Everywhere you go, you'll follow our minds

You'll never often know what you might find.

We're the Bestest Friends, that's what we are!

We'll always be together quite near or far.

Whatever the weather, or the railside ends

'cos you'll always have the really Bestest Friends!

*The engines make their way through Norton Fitzwarren. Thomas whistles cheerfully at a passing BR Class 150 Sprinter.*

Percy: *singing* I had a sudden feeling we'd all get ourselves quite stuck,

but we managed to succeed all thanks to proper sheer luck!

Morgana: *singing* I must admit, that challenge put our crew up to the test.

But thankfully, we all did our own best!

James: *singing* Sometimes, things are always left to better be untold

but nevertheless, we fought with all our hearts as grand as gold.

Tam-Tam: *singing* I always thought that we would never succeed on this quest.

But now we've finally finished and we all can have a rest. 'Cos...

(Chorus feat. Percy, James, Morgana and Tam-Tam)

Trento: *singing* Sometimes there are places in the darkest pits of hell...

Queen Nakhta: *singing* They'd always make you suffer...

Princess Morgana: *singing* ...or you'll have a soul to sell.

Darious: *singing* But luckily, we never gave up with our sword and gun.

Thomas: *singing* With the Steam Team engines-

Mila: *singing* -and furry Dread Pirates!

Thomas and Mila: *singing* We've all helped everyone. That's because...

(Chorus feat. Gordon, Toby, Emily, Trento, Queen Nakhta, Darious and Princess Morgana)

Gordon and Henry: *singing* And now we're finally riding down the blummin' railway line.

Edward and Toby: *singing* We're all going to Dartmouth so it'll be our chance to shine!

Duck and Oliver: *singing* Let's all hope things won't go down to another bloody hell!

Donald and Douglas: *singing* For we have lots of sailing tales to tell!

Nia and Rebecca: *singing* We're already en route to a nice railway by the sea.

Rosie and Emily: *singing* It's going to be so much fun, that you'll have to agree.

Molly and Jade: *singing* Our treasure hunt's been worth it, and we have the right of way.

Bertha, Chloe, Holly and Abigail: *singing* Because we're on our mainline to our Dartmouth holiday! 'Cos...

*The cavalcade steam through Exeter St David station, people on the platform cheer and wave as they pass before continuing down the Bristol-Exeter line.*

(Chorus feat. Cast repeated three times)

Thomas: *speaking* And that's a fact!

*The engines all cheer and blow their whistles as they puff down the track, it isn't long before they 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, welcome to the Dartmouth Steam Railway!

*The Dread Pirates climb off the engines' footplates and look around.*

Darious: There's not really much here.

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.*

Trento: 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 he blows his whistle 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 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 the engines again, Thomas blows his whistle and follows Harold down the line with the Steam Team 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, along with Queen Nakhta, Princess Morgana and Trento, 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.*

Morgana: Most certainly, 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.

Tam-Tam: Yes. We need a proper place to stay so we can keep the ship 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.

Thomas: *turns to Queen Nakhta and Trento.* What about you two? Do you want to stay with us too?

Queen Nakhta: No thank you, Thomas. One's place is still at Kittering Castle. No kingdom can't be run without a monarch, you know. And one thinks that Trento fellow would make a PERFECT cook for the royal family.

Mila: Really?

Trento: Yeah. I mean, why bother working in a pie shop when you can make pies for the royal family. Sounds like my cup of tea.

Thomas: Okay then, but you know where to find us! *winks*

Trento: Indeed I do.

Queen Nakhta: Certainly noted.

*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, is The Pirate's Fate, and in front of it, Mila, Morgana, Darious, Tam-Tam and Princess Morgana.*

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.

*Tam-Tam is looking at the views of Arlesburgh when he sees something.*

Tam-Tam: Hey, look! They've got a Maritine Museum.

Darious: 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?

Darious: 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: *singing* It doesn't matter come rain or shine,

Tam-Tam: *singing* There's always things for us to do.

Darious: *singing* And in the cold-cold wintertime

We're ready!

Morgana: *singing* When you hoist the sails and...

Princess Morgana: *singing* 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