THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE
CARTOON SERIES 
DOUBLE-LENGTH EPISODE #2
THE PIRATE ADVENTURE (ALT Cut No. 2)
Part 2.1


� GULLANE (THOMAS) LIMITED 2021, 2022, 2023
� 2021, 2022, 2023 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 temples of beauty, 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.
Edward is busy putting bandages on Henry and Gordon's wounds from his accident at the temple, whilst Leeko and Morgana wash Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam, Percy, James and Toby from
being stuck in the trapdoor.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, out at sea, the engines were enjoying their life on the ocean waves. All except two, Henry and Gordon weren't feeling up to their usual standards. They felt depressed and were still getting
over their accidents at the temple.

Edward: *wraps a bandage around Henry's brakepipe.* There you go, Henry. You and Gordon should be alright in a few days.

Henry: A few days? But how am I supposed to rig the sails now?

Mila: Trust me, Henry. It could be difficult, you need some rest.

Henry: All in good time too. Having to actually climb up to the top of the ship just to rig a single certain sail is a deathtrap.

Thomas: I feel exactly the same way too, buddy.

Leeko: Look on the bright side, Henry. At least you'll be doing easier jobs like navigating maps with me.

Henry: I know that. And another thing, Leeko. Trying to cut my brakepipe open to retrieve the coin wasn't that helpful. Now I'll have to find some newspaper and a leather bootlace to fix my problem.

James: *sighs* Welcome to my world.

Mila: You know, guys. These coins have certainly done a number on us, haven't they? First Oliver and now, Henry and Gordon.

Tam-Tam: What about me? I was crushed by a huge locomotive.

Gordon: You weren't as badly injured as I was, Tam-Tam. My body kinda stopped you from being crushed under that statue.

Morgana: You're barely recognizable, No. 4! Is something crazy going to happen to me next when we find the next coin?

James: *scoffs* I hope so, then maybe you'd learn a little thing about empathy.

Morgana: *chuckles* Empathy? Oh, come on, No. 5! One of these misfortunes is like having a peg leg or a hook hand. You just have to grin and bear it.
Nothing I say is going to make things any better.

Thomas: Says you...

Tam-Tam: Well, I can't argue with Morgana on that last point, Thomas.

Thomas: Don't worry, Tam-Tam. If anything DOES happen to me or Morgana next. I'm sure we'll toughen it out better than anyone. Lead by example, am I right?
And speaking of next time, *turns to Mila.* Mila, as soon as you and I have been cleaned, I need you in the captain's quarters.

Mila: Erm... okay, Thomas.

*Scene changes to Mila and Thomas inside the captain's quarters. Thomas is talking to Mila.*

Thomas: Mila, I've started looking through Darious' diary, forgive me for doing so. *holds up Darious' diary for Mila to see.* He wrote down this place somewhere
in Lynton, along with the name of someone he knew called "Luprand". I think he seems like our best lead, don't you?

Mila: Thomas, you know Darious has been dead for a few days and now you're just reading his diary?

Thomas: Well, I would say I'm the captain but... you get the idea. But so what?

Mila: Well, you certainly took some time into reading his diary.

Thomas: *blushes* Erm... what's that supposed to mean?

Mila: *smiles* Do you really miss him? You can tell me.

Thomas: *gulps* You know, it feels weird even to stand in this room on his own ship without him, and it feels even stranger going through
his things, reading his thoughts like... I'm messing with his privacy. I know he's never coming back, but... *sighs* Yes, Mila. I do miss him, by every
second.

Mila: *pats Thomas' buffer.* Look, Thomas. We obviously didn't know him as well as Morgana and Leeko have. But I miss him too.

Thomas: Thanks, Mila. Anyways, this Luprand fellow is supposed to be a collector of rare artifacts. If Darious thought a coin might be there, that's good enough
for me, what do you think?

Mila: I agree, we should landfall in a few...

*Just then, a thunderstorm sound is heard.*

Mila: That wasn't me, was it?

Thomas: Squall's coming, Time to rig the storm sails.

*Thomas and Mila race out of the quarters where the others are working.*

Thomas: Mila, Oliver, take port. Tam-Tam, James, starboard. I'll try and navigate us through this.

*Just then, Thomas notices the ship's sails aren't rigged.*

Thomas: James, Tam-Tam? What's taking so long? Having a little trouble rigging?

James: Of course not!

Tam-Tam: Face it, red guy. Neither of us really have the GUTS fit for this, do we?

James: If only there was someone on this ship who DID have the guts to steer.

Voice: Up here, y'all.

*The others 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 Thomas.*

Thomas: Well, it's either that or nothing at all.

*Just then, Donald and Douglas arrive to help rig the sails.*

Donald: Dinna fash yourselves, James and Tam-Tam. We've got this!

Douglas: Och, it's not that hard!

Thomas: Right, sorry Donald and Douglas. Sometimes, I still think of you as mysterious backdrop characters in my head. You'll do the honours, right?

Donald: Ach, we can do the sails in each hand and coupling!

Thomas: Splendid!

Tam-Tam: Show offs...

*Donald brings out a knife towards Tam-Tam's chin.*

Donald: THE F**K DID YOU JUST SAY?

Tam-Tam: Erm... What I meant was, it's totally fair that you've got the muscles whilst I've got...

Douglas: The embodiment of a moron? Yeah, real fair, laddie.

James: You wanna switch places, guys? Because...

Thomas: *whistles* Oh shut up, both of you! Haven't you four even LEARNED a thing or two? The last time you squabbled like that,
the coins were actually listening, they DON'T EVEN HAVE EARS! Just imagine if they granted your wish this time around.

Mila: I don't think that's exactly how the coins work, Thomas.

Thomas: Well, who knows how these things work, Mila? All I'm asking for James, Tam-Tam and the twins is to at least TRY and LEARN from your
MISTAKES. Isn't THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

James: *sighs* No, cap'n.

Thomas: Good. Now get up there and rig the sails. PLEASE!

*James, Tam-Tam and the Scottish Twins puff away to rig the sails.*

Thomas: Now then, where were we?

Percy: About to plunge into that thing...?

Mila: What thing?

*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 Doniford, 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.*

Tam-Tam: WHO INVITED THAT CREEP TO STEER THE SHIP?!

James: DON'T LOOK AT ME, THOMAS 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!!!

Morgana: NO. 6! CUT THAT OUT! WE'LL GET SHIPWRECKED!

Percy: TRUST ME, MORGANA! 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 Leeko and Oliver.*

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. Gordon and Henry are holding on for dear lives.*

Henry: I guess they didn't show the engines how to control in ship in wet weather.

*Suddenly, a large crate slides along the deck and crushes Gordon.*

Gordon: AAAUGH! 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 changes to the ship docked at Lynton. Thomas and the Dread Pirates are talking to a woodsman (who's a kangaroo) and a L&B 2-4-2T locomotive called Lyn.*

Narrator: The next day, the engines and pirates arrived at Lynton, for Thomas knew there could be another coin somewhere.

Woodsman: Luprand, eh? Never 'eard of him.

Thomas: Look, sir. You're talking to Thomas T. Tank Engine, Steam Team leader and new temporary captain of the Dread Pirates. We can do this the easy way or...

Woodsman: You could call yourself a fictional character in a children's book but I still don't know who you're talkin' about.

Thomas: Listen, pal. My new pirate friends will tear you in half if you don't start talking!

Woodsman: Really, mate? You think I'm scared of a few talkin' trains? I've killed more than my share, believe me.

Lyn: Please, sir. Thomas is only asking for help. You don't have to be so rude.

Woodsman: Quiet down, missy. I know what I'm doin'!

*Thomas looks at the Woodsman and Lyn, dazed.*

Thomas: *sighs* Alright, fine. Get outta here.

*The woodsman leaves and Thomas steams over to Lyn.*

Lyn: Woodsmen indeed, Thomas. I'm quite glad you and your friends want to change the world. But take my advice, split your group
and talk to the rest of these folk around Lynton and Barnstaple. Somebody must've heard of this guy. I have, but I don't know his whereabouts.

Thomas: Thanks for the information, Lyn. I do hope you can come and visit Sodor anytime soon!

Lyn: I will, Thomas. See you soon!

*Lyn blows her whistle and chuffs away.*

Thomas: Alright, guys. You heard Lyn. Let's go around Lynton and interview many people there about Luprand.

*The engines all split up and look for people to ask. Percy and Tam-Tam are busy searching the valleys when they see a sort-of horse person walking pass.
Percy blows his whistle to attract the person's attention.*

Tam-Tam: Hello, my good man.

Horse: Well, hello yourself, young lady. What can I do for you?

Percy: My friend Tam-Tam and I are looking for a certain man, do you happen to know him?

Horse: Why would you look for another man when I'm right here? Randy's the name. And I mean, really. Do you have any idea how gorgeous your friend looks?
I could just stare all day.

Percy: Sir, that doesn't answer my question...

Tam-Tam: Well, thank you Randy. But long story short. You could do a lot more than look if you were able to help us find Luprand.

Percy: Yes, THAT is the man we're looking for.

Randy: Luprand, you say? As a matter of fact, I DO know that chap. Lives in a big house at the top of a hill.

Percy: Really? Oh, thanks Mr. Randy, sir! That's all the info we need! But there's one problem. Which hill? Lynton is FULL of hills.

Randy: That's enough talk, steam train. Come lady, give us a taste, love...

Tam-Tam: *realises what Randy is doing.* Ummmm... P-P-P-Percy?

*Just then, a whistle sounds in the backdrop and Oliver races into view with Leeko on his footplate.*

Oliver: GET AWAY FROM HER, FOUL BEAST!!

Randy: MY GOD... I... I was just...!

*Leeko climbs down from Oliver's footplate and runs towards Randy.*

Leeko: You were about to assault my crewmate!

Oliver: And my friend! Now then, Mr. Ass! Tell us where Luprand is NOW! Or Mr. Oliver's going to do something VERY ILLEGAL...

Randy: *squeals* Okay, okay! He's got the biggest house on that hill back there! That's all I know! Just... please don't kill me!

Leeko: Just get lost, you creep.

*Randy gallops away to prevent causing any more confusion. Tam-Tam walks up to Oliver.*

Tam-Tam: Oh, I wasn't doing just fine on my own. I needed that big burly wolf engine to come to my rescue.

Oliver: Tam-Tam, your sarcasm isn't doing anything to impress me. I was just trying to help! Besides, I got him talking, didn't I?

Tam-Tam: Yes, I know, wolfie. I know. You know, you do sound more and more like Morgana every day, don't you?

Percy: Not exactly. Oliver's not really the badass furry that Morgana is. Oliver WAS supposed to be our most wise and good-gracious engine.

Oliver: That is SO low, you guys. Even for you and Leeko.

Tam-Tam: I'm sure I'd have got HIM talking, if I had a few more seconds trying it MY way.

Percy: Yeah, now he might be warning Luprand that we're coming.

Oliver: Oh, puh-lease! Nobody should be allowed to talk to you, or ANY woman on this crew, like that! What's the use of being a sagacious engine
if I can't stand up for my own friends?

*Just then, Mila arrives back with Thomas.*

Mila: Oliver, we've heard everything. Tam-Tam and Percy didn't want our help. It's up to US to respect that.

Thomas: And Tam-Tam, you should know that Oliver's heart WAS in the right place. Both of you are trying to adjust those realities of
this mission... and Oliver's new body and lifestyle.

Mila: I know it's not that easy, guys. But I'm sure if we work together and respect each other, we'll be just fine.

*Just then, Morgana arrives back on James.*

Morgana: I hope you guys had more luck than we did. All me and No. 5 got was some joke about Luprand living in a haunted house.
Nobody seems to know who we are or where Luprand is.

James: Exactly, are people in this county allergic to this information or something?

Thomas: No, they're not. If they were, they'd be dead from their constant skin rashes.

Oliver: Oh, real clever, Thomas.

*Just then, Edward arrives.*

Edward: And I found his place, over there on that hill. I just passed it earlier.

*Edward points to a big hill where the house is located.*

Percy: Oh, boy. This'll be a long drive...

Morgana: How would you know that, No. 6?

Percy: Well, me and Tam-Tam asked a man called Randy for the information and he gave it to us. Simple as that.

Thomas: Me and Mila tried to ask the engines of the Lynton and Barnstaple Railway, turns out their rails aren't gauge-appropriate for
engines of my kind...

Morgana: Fine, fine. Don't tell me that, No. 1. Let's just...

*Just then, a dragoness walks over to the pirates and engines.*

Dragoness: Excuse me? I overheard someone say you were the Dread Pirates.

*Thomas steams forward.*

Thomas: Well they are, not us engines. We're the Steam Team. Besides, who wants to know?

Dragoness: Hey! Sounds like somebody needs a pint of rum. I'm Anora, I'm an envoy from Her Majesty's Navy.

Oliver: So... you're associated with the Royal Armed Forces?

Anora: No, that's something different.

Thomas: Anyways, Good to meet you, Anora. I'm Thomas T. Tank Engine, and I trust your visit isn't law-enforcement related, right?

Anora: Nope, I was sent here by Queen Nakhta.

Thomas: Queen Nakhta? You expect us to believe she sent you? How? Why? And Who?

Anora: Wow, lots of questions from a ton of steam-powered railway engines today. But I was sent here anyways, Nakhta de Renaud is the queen of Kittering Castle
in Vulland, Redwick, in case you're wondering, and I'm also here to help you find the coins.

Thomas: Help us? *scoffs* We don't need help from the likes of you!

Leeko: Now wait just a minute... A representative of the Queen?

Anora: That's right, little man. The Queen's interested in learning more about how those coins work. I was asked to find a crew who's
looking for them, and learn what I can...

James: You know, now that you mentioned it, They might be useful to have them around, maybe we could even ask the Queen's navy to look out for Rourkie.

Anora: Of course, red one. That can certainly be arranged.

Morgana: No, no, no. She's lying! She's not working for the Queen!

Anora: You saying I'm not? That's news to me...

Morgana: Can the act! You're a dirty thief. I can smell it on you. You AND all the rest of your thieving kind can take my sword and shove it right...

Thomas: *whistles* Alright, we get it! *sighs* Morgana... mind if I have a word with you in private?

Morgana: Ummm... sure, No. 1.

*Thomas and Morgana turn around so they're not facing the others.*

Thomas: *whispering* Look, Morgana. I know it's our job to complete this quest and everything but I think Anora's a lost cause. *gulps*
She's obviously made up her mind. Why don't we just cut our losses and get out of here?

Morgana: Oh, come on! That's nonsense, No. 1. We've never given up on a job so far!

Thomas: Fortunately, we've never lied or stolen, have we?

Morgana: That's different, we're better than that kind of trash. We're on a mission.

Thomas: Yes, I know that. But even if Anora's just another thief looking for a cut of some action, what's the big deal?

Morgana: In case you haven't noticed, No. 1! Our ship doesn't have room for anymore misfits who think it's fun to play pirate. You and your friends
have taken all the spots.

Thomas: What's that supposed to mean?

Morgana: Well, what would you think?

Thomas: Well, what good are the others around here? Mila found one coin, Percy found the second and Tam-Tam found two coins with the help
of Oliver, Henry and Gordon.

Percy: Are you done yet, Thomas? We CAN hear you!

Leeko: Both of those acts you mention were kind of a team effort.

Tam-Tam: Thomas clearly doesn't want us on the team either, isn't that right? What a great judge of character our fearless leader really is.

Mila: No, Tam-Tam. Thomas is right. Something about that story sounds fishy.

Percy: If it's fishy, she didn't mention any sharks.

Mila: It's a figure of speech, Percy.

Percy: Either way, it's still rotting away in my brain.

Morgana: Well, damn right it does.

Anora: You might not like me, but that doesn't mean you should just turn me away. Two wrongs don't make a right. And if you don't want my help.
I'll go and give the Queen's blessing to one of your competitors. Doesn't really matter to me which ship I'm helping. Maybe I'll pay this Rourkie fellow a visit?

Morgana: Yeah, you go do that. I'm sure one of you will rip each other's heads off. That's what I call two wrongs making a right.

Edward: Morgana, if they are ripping their heads off. That doesn't make two wrongs a right, let alone THREE wrongs!

Anora: Well, either way. I'll need to schedule an inspection of your ship for contraband before you can be on your way.

Oliver: Contra-wha?

Thomas: Hold up, now YOU think I'm going to let a thief on our ship. How stupid do you think I am?

Anora: Well, too freaking bad, Thomas. You can be paranoid about me all you want. There's no law against that. But I AM the Queen's emissary,
and that means you do have to let me take a peek at your cargo to check for contraband items.

Thomas: But...

*But before Thomas can reply. Gordon blows his whistle onboard the ship.*

Gordon: Just let her, little Thomas. We don't have anything to hide, anyway. Not even Oliver's curse or me and Henry's crutches.

Anora: Of course you don't. It's just routine maintenance, but I like to do things by the book.

Thomas: And when can we schedule one of these inspections?

Anora: Sundown tonight would work just fine.

Thomas: Alright, fine. We'll see you then. Anyways, guys. Let's go, we've still got to find that Luprand.

*The engines and pirates make their way to Luprand's manor at the top of the hill. 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...

Thomas: Sorry, sir. We don't have the time for chit-chat. Is this where your master Luprand lives?

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.

Mila: Actually, we do. We're looking for some rare coins...

Butler: Oh... You're not getting it, are you? You don't have any, and I mean, ANY business with him. Please leave immediately...

Thomas: Sir, we've come a long way to find this guy. And we're not going to turn our tails and buffers and leave now ALL because a rude butler says so. Now, you let us in!

Butler: Listen to me, sir. 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: Hello, I'm Luprand, steward of this manor. How can I be of service?

Morgana: Finally, your butler here was trying to give us the runaround.

Luprand: I'm dreadfully sorry to hear about that. Charleston, please leave us to conduct our *clears throat* business.

Charleston: Yes, sir.

*Charleston goes back inside the manor, Luprand walks up to Thomas, Mila and Morgana.*

Luprand: Now then, who are you and what can I do for you?

Morgana: We're the Dread Pirates, and we want the coins.

Luprand: Pirates, you say? Oh my... please pardon my surprise. But I'm usually expecting merchants, not pirates.

Thomas: Well, Mila and Leeko were merchants before they joined. Of course, we're completing this quest on behalf of our former captain Darious. He said
he knew you, right?

Luprand: Darious? Well, I'm honored to meet you then. Any friend of Darious will be a friend of mine too. So how is the old fellow? My word, It's been 20 years if it's been a day.

Morgana: Ah... well... he's...

Mila: Long story short, he's dead.

Thomas: He got shot by Rourkie.

Luprand: Shot? By another pirate? Oh dear, I'm dreadfully sorry to hear about that. If I may trouble you to ask, what led you to seek me out?

Morgana: I already said. We want those coins. The wizard's last treasure? You're a collector of artifacts, aren't you? You must've heard of them.
They look like this.

*Morgana takes the coin from Mila's neck and shows it to Luprand.*

Luprand: Ah, yes, thank you. I believe this explains everything. You see, I too have been searching for those coins and my master, the lord of this manor, Lazerby V. Godforoth, is very
elderly and in quite poor health. He believes that a coin is the only thing that can grant him a reprieve from the inevitable.

Edward: Well, old chap. You never know what these coins might do. Us engines and pirates have certainly learned that the hard way.

Luprand: I can imagine, sir. But I didn't want to say anything for fear of pressing a sore subject, but... *clears throat* You certainly bear
all the marks of being touched by their magic. *points to Henry, Gordon and Oliver.* Especially from your three friends over there.

Gordon: Tell us about it.

Henry: Touched? More like groped. Last time around, two of us got crushed by an avatar of lust, can you believe that?

Luprand: Well, I suppose it must've been hard on your wolf friend here.

Oliver: What? Me? No, no, no, I'm Oliver. It was Henry and Gordon who that happened to, why would think it would be me?

Luprand: My apologies, Mr. Oliver. After all, you were the one who was wearing the fur around you, and combined with your impressive physique, I
naturally just assumed that you were... well, you know.

Oliver: Nope, Henry and Gordon suffered far worse, not me.

Luprand: Of course, and which of you is Henry? And Gordon?

Gordon: Wow, really? *chuckles* You just made my day, Mr. Luprand, sir. For your information, I was the one who got crushed by the statue. Henry over here
not only got crushed by the statue too, but also had a coin lodged in his front brakepipe which we cut open to retrieve it.

Luprand: I'm aware of that, Gordon. But in any event, my master Lazerby, is desperate for a miracle. If one of you can find it in your hearts to at least show him the coin
that you've found, I'm sure he'll be most grateful.

Thomas: Well, I'm no doctor, Mr. Luprand... But we'll see what we can do!

Luprand: Thank you. In return, I'll be happy to tell you about the leads I have on the coins, there are several promising locations.

Mila: Of course, we'd be happy to help, and we'd certainly like to know where the coins might be.

Luprand: Excellent, but first things first. I don't want to disturb Lazerby with such a large party. Why don't just two of you go in with the coin? Maybe, Leeko and Oliver, perhaps.
If it's not too much trouble?

Oliver: Uh... me? *gulps* Do I... have to?

Leeko: Come on, Oliver. You've still got me.

Tam-Tam: Honestly, Is someone feeling like more of a fraidy cat than a big bad wolf? Well, not to worry, wolfie! I'm here to rescue you.

Oliver: You know, now that you mentioned it. Tam-Tam, you can come too.

Tam-Tam: Thanks. *turns to Luprand* You heard the engine, send me in.

Morgana: Not so fast, I wouldn't trust you not to steal anything. Mila, you're a proper crewmember. You should go.

Mila: Me?

Thomas: Morgana, I'm the captain. So if Mila can come in, I should come too.

Luprand: Like I said, only two. But I think Mila and her friend would be most auspicious in finding the coin. I'll get the door for you two.
After I come back, I've got a fantastic story to tell the rest of you. If you've got the time, of course.

Thomas: Oooh, I'd love a good story.

Luprand: Of course. Now, Thomas, is it? Have you ever heard of the aquatic city of Atlantia?

Thomas: You mean Atlantis? Sure, I've heard of that place numerous times. But tell us about it later, me and my first mate have a coin
to search.

Mila: Alright, you lot. Could you remain outside?

Edward: Ah... yes... 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 your captain about... Alone.

Thomas: Crew, remain outside please. This shouldn't be long. In the meantime... Morgana and Percy will be in charge.

*Morgana and Percy high-five each other.*

Percy: Us in charge of the fleet, I can't wait.

Morgana: Tell me about it, No. 6!

*Thomas blows his whistle and enters the house with Mila and Luprand on his footplate, the door closes behind them.*

*End of Scene 2*
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Scene 3:

*Scene changes to Thomas and Mila inside the manor, with Luprand seeing them off.*

Luprand: Now then, you two. Lazerby should be right with you. Thanks again for providing the candle of hope to my master in his final days.
I'll just go outside and make sure your crew is alright.

*Luprand leaves the room and closes the door behind him. Thomas and Mila are left all alone in the manor.*

Mila: Ummm... hello? Mr. Lazerby? Is anybody there?

Thomas: Oh, bust my buffers... This place is so scary!

Voice: Don't be frightened, Mila and Thomas...

*Thomas suddenly lets off steam in surprise.*

Thomas: OH, CINDERS AND ASHES! What was that?!

Mila: Who are you, and how do you know our names?

*Just then, an elderly stag walks into the room.*

Stag: Yes, Thomas... and Mila, I've seen you so many times in my dreams... to actually meet you two in the flesh, so to speak... is extraordinary.

Thomas: Are you... Lazerby?

Stag: Yes, Thomas... and proud. I'm the lord of this manor. Luprand told you I was on the brink of death, but in truth, I died decades ago.

Thomas: Oh... how did you die?

Lazerby: Natural causes, Thomas. And like you, Mila. I was also a treasure seeking merchant in life. What you gained by the sword, Thomas gained by the gun and I gained by the
pen and parchment. I built up a fortune that would make royalty envious. And yet... I eventually found that nothing was worth my money. I could trade coin of the realm for sparkling
gems, fine works of art, or antique statues...

Thomas: What about railwayana?

Lazerby: That... I cannot remember. But to what end? I outlived my wife, and even my own children. My own life was quickly running short. We all had to die, or so I was told.
And none of my riches and rubies would go with me. *sighs* In my dying days, I've realized my entire life had been wasted. Mila and Thomas, you were like me. Mila and I were 
merchants -  and our lives were spent chasing money. Thomas and I were both always stationed in one place, with dreams of wanting to go and see the world.

Thomas: Those dreams have become a reality, Mr. Lazerby, sir.

Lazerby: Only for you. But now you two have become part of the Dread Pirates - and yet, you still chase coins, don't you?

Mila: Well, I'M a member of the Dread Pirates, Thomas is only a stowaway that was only out at sea just to go to Dartmouth. I mean, sure, we're still chasing gold, but
we have different purposes in life.

Thomas: Indeed, Mila is now a first mate. I used to be stationed in one place until I proved to be a really useful engine.

Lazerby: Yes, I can relate too, Thomas. But now that I'm dead, I too, have a new purpose in life. Mila and Thomas, we were brought together for a reason.
The coins... they yearn to be found. When I discovered them, I realized they could prevent my soul from departing. They've kept me between life and death.
You and I both know the power of the wizard's last treasure, and I have a good use for it. When we gather all of the coins, we can use their power to finally
conquer death for good. If you two pledge to help me, we can make sure we never have to lose anyone ever again. Mila, give me that coin you're carrying
and I might live once more.

Mila: Okay...?

*Mila gives Lazerby the coin from her neck.*

Thomas: Wait... Mila, are you nuts?

*A blue glow forms around Lazerby.*

Lazerby: That's it, Mila!

Mila: Hey, I can't move!

Thomas: Neither can I! My axles are jammed!

*Just then, Percy and Leeko barge through the door.*

Percy: THOMAS, MILA! LOOK OUT!

*Percy stops in the nick of time.*

Percy: Thomas, Mila, are you two alright? I thought I saw...

Thomas: Ummm.. yes. We're alright...

Percy: Oh, well I'm glad you're okay. Charleston the Butler said an evil ghost might try and trick you two. Come on, let's get back to the...

*Percy tries to pull Thomas back to the ship. But he won't budge!*

Percy: Thomas? Are your brakes on?

Mila: His brakes are alright, Percy!

Leeko: Mila, how come you're so positive about this?

*Just then, Luprand, Morgana, Tam-Tam, James, Oliver, Toby, Abigail and Jade arrive on the scene.*

Luprand: I... I was wondering when to see you back so soon. How are you doing, Mila and Thomas?

Thomas: I'm fine... Just allay your worries, guys. I've never been better.

Luprand: Fantastic news, I'll go get ready.

Percy: But Mr. Luprand, sir! Thomas doesn't really look fine! His brakes seem to have jammed.

Morgana: Did he find what we came here for?

Leeko: Not that I know of...

*Tam-Tam peers out from Thomas' cab.*

Tam-Tam: I've tried all sorts of controls and gimmicky stuff inside of him. But they don't seem to work.

Jade: Thomas? Mila? What's with those smiles? You don't exactly look like yourself.

Thomas: We've got the coin, and why does everyone keep asking me how we're doing? I'm more than fine, I feel terrific. Never felt so alive!

James: If I ever sound that cheery, do me a favour and slit my smokebox...

Morgana: Will do, No. 5, will do...

*Just then, Jade pulls out a gun.*

Jade: They're not alright, I can see it in their eyes. *becomes teary-eyed.* They're not the spice merchant and No. 1 tank engine we know...

Thomas: What're you talking about, Jade? We're perfect...

Mila: You don't have to be so naive, Jade.

Jade: I'm sorry, you guys! But I HAVE TO DO WHAT'S RIGHT!

Thomas: Jade... wait...

*But before Thomas and Mila could reply, Jade shoots them repeatedly. They both fall to the floor.*

Percy: OH MY GOD... THOMAS... MILA...

Jade: *sniffs* I'm sorry, it was the only way to end their misery.

Percy: You're right... truly they were... really useful.

*Scene zooms out from the room where the engines and pirates are looking at the dead corpses of Thomas and Mila. Percy and Jade are huddling each other and crying.
Leeko takes off his hat in rememberance, Morgana pats James on the buffer and Tam-Tam hugs Toby. The scene zooms out to reveal Thomas and Mila sitting on a sofa (couch)
watching the scene together.*

Thomas: That's it? THAT'S how they end this episode? That's just another goddamn way of trying to cancel me!

Mila: Honestly, people these days don't learn. Don't they?

Thomas: I couldn't agree more, Mila. Where's that Joey? I need to talk with him!

Mila: He's over there, I think he's dead...

Thomas: Oh crud...

*Sure enough, Joey IS dead! He lies on the desk with his brains blown out, and flies buzzing all around.*

Thomas: *sighs* Knew something like this was going to happen.

*Thomas picks up a note that's next to his dead corpse and reads it.*

Thomas: "I. O. U. Joey's brain. Signed, a troll" *groans* God dammit. Happens every time!

*Thomas picks up Joey's dead corpse and throws it out the window, where it lands on the other dead corpses of Joey.*

Thomas: That's 160, 453 Joeys we've lost already. Well, time to get the other one out.

*Thomas gets out a box that reads "Spare Joeys" and pulls out another Joey.*

Thomas: Alright, buddy. You're next to write this down, please don't screw up.

Joey: I won't, buddy.

*Thomas puts Joey down, he walks over to the desk and starts writing.*

Mila: Now then, where were we?

Thomas: About to confront Lazerby and his wish of erasing death.

Mila: How are we going to do that?

*Joey hands Thomas and Mila a whistle.*

Joey: Use this, it's one of Mr. Conductor's spare whistles. Use it wisely.

Thomas: Good thinking, Joey.

*Thomas blows the whistle and the scene changes back to where Mila was about to give the coin to Lazerby.*

Lazerby: Mila, give me that coin you're carrying and I might live once more.

Mila: Okay...?

*Mila gives Lazerby the coin from her neck. But as Lazerby tries to reach it, Mila snatches it out from his reach!*

Mila: Sike! You're not taking my coin, boomer!

Lazerby: What? Why not?

Mila: We've already had some unexpected reactions with these coins.

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! For your own sake, I cannot do this!

Lazerby: You're pathetic, You're worthless, You caused your captain to die! And you think you have more of a right to live
than me? Surrender, give me your bodies now!

*A blue glow forms around Lazerby.*

Mila: No! Stop this!

Lazerby: Not until I have what's mine!

*Suddenly, some ghostly chains wrap around Mila's body and Thomas' wheels.*

Thomas: Hey! I can't move!

Mila: What's happening to us?!

Lazerby: I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!

Thomas: Oh, we'll see about that!

*Thomas blows his whistle really loud. So loud that it shakes the room, leaving Mila and Lazerby shaking in a daze. Just then, Percy and Leeko barge through the door!*

Percy: THOMAS, MILA! SNAP OUT OF IT, WE'VE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!

Leeko: Wait! Grab the coin on his chest first!

Thomas: *struggles to get free.* I... CAN'T... MOVE!

*Just then, James arrives on the scene.*

James: Hey, what am I missin-

*James suddenly bumps into the back of Thomas. The chains break from his wheels and he's sent darting across the room, Thomas plunges straight into Lazerby's spirit and
knocks the coin from his chest.*

Lazerby: NOOOOOOOO!

*Thomas suddenly crashes into a wall. The room shakes and a bookcase suddenly topples over, right on top of Percy and Leeko. Whilst Leeko gets out of the way in time,
Percy isn't so lucky...*

Percy: MOTHERFU-

*The bookcase crashes right on top of Percy! Thomas, Mila, Leeko and James look at each other in shock.*

Leeko: What just happened?

Thomas: Lazerby's ghost... I think he was trying to steal our bodies.

Mila: Oh, James. If you hadn't burst in when you did...

James: Well, I can't take all the credit. The butler took me aside and told us you were in danger. Percy and Leeko decided to fight back, but I knew
I was bigger and stronger than the two...

*A couple of books fall from the shattered bookcase pile, revealing Percy's face.*

Percy: You should jolly well take that back, James. Now thanks to your fine example of "being a hero", I'M the one who's in crutches now!

James: Yes, I know... But still, at least I don't have to feel like a coward for letting this place giving us the creeps, right?

Mila: Darious once told me bravery means being scared but setting sail regardless. But you aren't a coward, James. And neither are the others, far from it.

James: Thanks, Mila. I mean, even with my poutiness and splendidness. Sometimes, I'm still not sure about it. But it really helps to hear that.
But anyway, let's get you guys back to the ship! You deserve a rest!

Thomas: Thank you very much, James. Much obliged!

*Scene changes to outside the manor where Morgana, Tam-Tam, Luprand and other engines are waiting. Thomas leaves first with Mila on his footplate and James follows behind
hauling Percy who's completely battered after suffering a fallen bookcase on him.*

Luprand: I... I didn't expect to see you back so soon! How are you doing, Mila and Thomas?

Thomas: We're doing fine, Mr. Luprand, sir! Better than we've ever been in a long time. If you know what we mean... *raises eyebrows*

Luprand: I believe I do. I'm glad to hear it, Thomas!

Morgana: Well, I certainly don't.

Thomas: You just go on down to Lynmouth Harbour. Tell them that you'll pay for a full complement of food, ammunition and supplies for our ship, The Pirate's Fate.

Luprand: Whatever for?

Mila: Well, let's just say, we've got a long trip ahead of us. When you're finished, you can return to the manor until we need of you!

Luprand: Of course, whatever you need! Glad to be of service, you lot. Cheerio!

*Luprand goes back into the manor and closes the door behind him.*

Morgana: Mila... No. 1? You want to tell me what the HELL is going on here?

Thomas: Ah... yes. You see, Morgana. Lazerby was a ghost, and he wanted to possess me and Mila's bodies.

Morgana: WHAT?! You're joking!

Mila: Yeah, but Leeko and Percy busted down the door and saved us...

Thomas: Well, it was James who saved us. He accidently bumped into me, I ran into Lazerby and got the coin in the process, but I crashed into a wall and it shook! Which resulted
in the bookcase falling over, right on top of Percy.

Morgana: First you're asking me to believe in ghosts, then No. 5 as a hero? That's just too much to ask, No. 1.

James: Oi! That's not fair!

Mila: Well just now, we let Luprand think he HAD succeeded, so he'd pay for our supplies.

James: Wow, smart thinking, you guys.

Percy: Could he also pay for my repairs? PLEASE?! I'm desperate!

Thomas: Wait until we get back to Sodor, Percy.

Percy: Gosh darnit!

Morgana: Well, I'd rather slit his throat, but I suppose robbing him is a little better for the mission.

Thomas: Anyways, let's get back to the ship. We've still got coin-hunting to do!

*The engines and pirates make their way back to the ship.*

*End of Scene 3*
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Scene 4:

*Scene changes to back on the ship where the engines and pirates are talking about Lazerby's ghost.*

Oliver: You know, I never really believed in an afterlife, until today. I mean, whenever anybody talked about it, I always thought "Where's the evidence? Where's the proof?"
Now I've got it, bloody curse really.

Morgana: What proof is that, No. 11? He was using the magic of the coins, right?

Oliver: Yeah... I know that...

Abigail: So that pretty much explains it, then. It doesn't mean seeing one ghost is proof of the afterlife. Believe me, I witnessed the ghost of a Grange class one time.

Tam-Tam: Believing in the afterlife isn't a matter of proof. My religious beliefs are a matter of faith.

Edward: You know, I was kind of skeptical about how James and Thomas managed to fight off a ghost in one puff. I would've just used my holy cross and shouted "Be gone, demon! Be gone!"
Always works like a charm.

Morgana: How would you know, No. 2?

Edward: Well, Morgana, old chap. If you were a Christian engine like me, you'd understand.

Morgana: *facepalms* Oh, here we go! *turns to Tam-Tam.* And after what you've been through, Tam-Tam, shouldn't you see how religion is so stupid and dangerous.

Tam-Tam: My beliefs are neither stupid nor dangerous. Besides, I've been through far worse.

Edward: Exactly, questioning the chosen one won't get you this far.

Morgana: Yeah, like when?

Edward: Well you see, Morgana and Tam-Tam. This isn't my first life, but it won't be my last.

Morgana: Oh yeah? Who were you in your past life, No. 2? A royal knight or something?

Edward: *sighs* Well... actually...

Morgana: *scoffs* I knew it, Religion is a lot of nonsense. Just lies we tell ourselves so we feel special.

Tam-Tam: Oh, how can you be so certain that they're lies? For someone who claims not to be religious, you act like you know everything.

Percy: *whistles* That's enough, guys. Me, Thomas, James, Mila and Leeko have seen proof of a ghost today, But I suppose that doesn't really translate into proof about
any particular belief system.

Leeko: Percy's right... Hey, Thomas, Mila, you two have been quiet. What do you believe?

Thomas: Well... sure, as anyone could take a leap of faith. As Tam-Tam says, the issue isn't proof. Instead, there's a more important question... like, why should we take the leap?

Oliver: That's easy, you take the leap because you feel it in your heart.

Morgana: So I'M supposed to just let my feelings decide what's real and what's not?

Mila: I wouldn't put it like that... but what's the real value of faith?

Thomas: It gives hope, meaning and purpose.

Percy: Well... to some people and engines.

Mila: Sure, but it's just that, for me... well, I'm still looking for a belief worth believing.

James: Reincarnation? *scoffs* All the hope you could ever want, mate!

Thomas: But James, if I can't remember any of my past lives now, then why would I expect to remember this life in the next one? It's NO different than if death is just the end.

Morgana: So that's the only problem you've got with it, No. 1? The deal isn't good enough? So you'll just keep waiting until a particular fairy tale hits your fancy?

Thomas: Nice try, Morgana. But that's just what we all do every day, isn't it? Look, why are we even out here?

Leeko: To get the coins?

Percy: And get to Dartmouth like we should've done in the first place?

Mila: It's to fulfill Darious' quest, Percy. Which was itself based on a fairy tale, right? We've already committed our lives to this quest. Because we 'believe' we can
make the world a better place by gathering the coins, even though we don't have hard evidence. Where would we be right now, if we didn't believe in that?

Percy: Hmmmm... maybe you're right, Mila. It's been a long day, witnessing ghosts. I think I need some rest.

Mila: I think we all do, Percy.

*Scene changes to the ship out at sea during the daytime, Thomas and Mila are in the captain's quarters, talking.*

Narrator: The next morning, the sun was shining and the clouds were drifting softly by as the voyage for the next coin continued. But Thomas had to discuss some
very important matters with Mila...

Mila: You wanted to see me, Thomas?

Thomas: Yes, of course.

Mila: So... where are we going next, Thomas?

Thomas: Well, Mila. Anora mentioned that the Queen was interested in the coins. Why'd she pick someone so dangerous if it was just a completely made up story, I'll never know.
Well, it might be worth sniffing around here and seeing if the rumour is true. Even though The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) told me "If the engines are wrong, then I shouldn't listen
to rumours". How about you?

Mila: Maybe, but clearly something's bothering you, Thomas. I'm sure you'll feel better if you get it off your chest... I mean, buffers.

Thomas: *sighs* Alright, I have to address the elephant in the room. I... failed the crew today, Mila. I'm sorry, I didn't see the danger right before our eyes and I nearly let both of us
get killed.

Mila: Oh cheer up, Thomas. I'm sure you did your best today. Nobody could've foreseen...

Thomas: Oh, please Mila! Don't sugarcoat it. Not even Darious wouldn't have let this happen. Me and Morgana have been thinking about him A LOT today.

Mila: You have?

Thomas: Darious did have a coin with him when he died, so why didn't he become a ghost?

Mila: That's a good question, I don't know...

Thomas: But you do think he's dead and gone forever, don't you?

Mila: Yes, Thomas. But there's no reason to think otherwise.

Thomas: I've been keeping this room the same for so long now. I just... *sighs*...never wanted to accept that he's not coming back to it. But after today, well...
It just doesn't feel right to try and hold onto the past anymore. When we get the chance, I'll sell everything. And I suppose if it's time for me to get rid of them,
then it's probably time for Morgana to move into the captain's quarters for herself.

Mila: Well, if you two are ready, Thomas.

Thomas: Yeah... of course, I'm ready! Mila, will you help us?

Mila: Sure, Thomas. I'll do what I can!

Thomas: Thank you, Mila. It's great to have a friend like you.

*Mila blushes with pride.*

*Scene cuts to SpongeBob-style Time card.*

French Narrator: Two Hours Later...

*Scene changes to Thomas, Mila and Morgana, inside the captain's quarters after redecorating it with Morgana's personal belongings.*

Thomas: There we go! What'd you think, Morgana?

Morgana: Looks pretty good, if I do say so myself. Thanks for doing this, Mila and No. 1. Really appreciate it.

Thomas: No problem at all, Morgana! Always happy to help.

Mila: Same here...

Morgana: Hey, you guys. I know this isn't easy for me to say this, since I know things haven't gone so well lately, but I just wanted to let you know...

*Suddenly, an explosion is heard somewhere outside.*

Thomas: What was that?

*Suddenly, James comes hurtling through the captain's quarters after being shot by a cannonball.*

James: Owww... That's NOT a five gun salute, guys! There's a battle going on! Get out here!

*Thomas, Mila, Morgana and James rush out to the ship's deck. Where Tam-Tam, Leeko, Gordon, Percy, Edward, Oliver and Toby are watching something in the distance.*

Leeko: I got a bad feeling about this...

Morgana: Move us in closer, Leeko. We've got to know for sure! No. 2, what's happening?

Edward: Cannon fire in the distance off of the starboard bow, Morgana! One ship is attacking another, smaller vessel.

Percy: It's Rourkie, he's firing on another ship! And after all this time, vengeance can finally be ours!

Mila: I think for now, we should observe the battle at a distance, Percy. I don't want any of us to get hurt.

Percy: *disappointed* Oh, alright, Mila.

Tam-Tam: I have to agree with you, Mila. This isn't really our fight.

Thomas: It isn't our fight? Guys, haven't you forgotten they killed Darious?!

Mila: We don't know what's happening here, Thomas. For all we know, a greater villain than Rourkie might be on the other ship.

Thomas: Or this could be a trap... Perhaps Rourkie controls BOTH ships. We can't be foolish and fight just because we're angry.

Morgana: But we can't be a bunch of cowards just because we're afraid of what-ifs either, No. 1. We're moving in to attack.

Percy: Morgana, it feels like you've read my mind.

Morgana: Sure has, No. 6. Now, open fire!

*Percy shunts a cannon to the starboard.*

Percy: Take THIS, ya lazy excuse of a pirate.

*Percy fires the cannon. Meanwhile on the ship, Rourkie, Mary and Brock are watching and also attacking.*

Rourkie: Ha! Those fools approach us like lambs to the slaughter.

*Mary clears her throat.*

Rourkie: Yeah... figure of speech, idiot.

*Suddenly, a cannonball hits Rourkie's ship.*

Rourkie: ARRGH! Fire back at them, you fools!

Brock: But... boss, the shark might get away.

Rourkie: We've got bigger fish to fry.

*Brock fires the cannon. The engines and pirates watch in horror. Just then, Henry arrives onto the deck.*

Henry: Hey, guys. What am I miss-?

*Henry gets hit with the cannonball and gets thrown over the starboard.*

Thomas: DANG IT! We've been hit! Well, Henry's been hit!

*Edward and Rebecca immediately steam over to the starboard with a sort of crane to lift Henry out.*

Edward: Engine overboard!

Henry: *Getting craned out of the water.* Yes... I guessed that.

Oliver: Other than that. It's a minor glance against the bow. We're alright.

Morgana: No. 6! Keep firing, again!

Percy: On it! *notices something* Wait a minute, his ship's turning around. He's retreating!

Leeko: I don't know, Percy. It could be a trick!

Thomas: Could be? It IS a trick, Leeko! Stay on his tail! I'LL get to the bottom of this!

Voice: AARGH! MY SHIP! IT'S SINKING!

Edward: Sounds like someone from the ship Rourkie was attacking!

Morgana: We don't have time for this, No. 2!

Gordon: Are you just going to let her die? What kind of pirate fools are we?

Morgana: Well, we're the Dread Pirates, No. 4! And we're not going to let Rourkie slip through our fingers just because of one little
damsel in distress.

Thomas: Morgana's right, Gordon. We've got to finish off Rourkie first! He killed Darious first, so we'll kill HIM and see how he likes it!

Gordon: But... that other ship...

Thomas: OTHER SHIP NOTHING, GORDON! Rourkie will kill again if we let him. Should we save one just to let another die in her place?

Gordon: Oh, alright, Thomas... Percy, ready the cannons! And don't stop firing until his ship's at the bottom of the ocean.

Mila: No... that won't do.

Thomas: What?

Mila: No matter how much we're tempted by revenge, we've got to do the right thing, Thomas. We've got to rescue that woman.

Thomas: But Mila... this is our chance to finish him off!

Mila: Thomas, we've already defeated him in battle. But the woman, or whatever she's got on her ship must be important.

Tam-Tam: Rourkie didn't just attack her for no reason, did he?

Percy: You know, Tam-Tam's got a point. Darious would NEVER let an innocent woman die for the sake of his own ambitions. He was willing to give his own life for us!

Thomas: But what about Rourkie?!

Mila: Thomas, I don't care if you want Rourkie dead or not! We can't go around attacking people just to finish Darious' life. I refuse to live my life out of fear like that and to be so timid that I can't take a risk because we might fail.
We're rescuing that woman!

Thomas: *sighs because he knows he's been beat.* Alright, Mila. If you wish... *turns to Donald, who's at the helm.* Donald, turn to starboard and rescue that woman!

James: But Rourkie will get away!

Morgana: No. 1, you, of all engines, are just going to let a chance for vengeance to slip through?

Thomas: Look, Morgana. As much as I wanted Rourkie dead too, that can wait.

Morgana: I've heard enough, No. 1! Rourkie doesn't do things at random! He hunted the coins because he knew we were after them. But whatever he wanted from her, I want it too. Tam-Tam, No. 2! Pull her aboard!

Thomas: Time to get the poop on the survivor!

Mila: Excuse me? "Poop" on the survivor?

Thomas: Yeah, you know. Pin them down, ask them questions, get information from them.

Mila: Oh... what a good idea, Thomas.

*Edward and Tam-Tam lift the cage carefully and put it on the deck. Edward punches the broken lock and opens the cage, the survivor crawls out.*

Survivor: Words cannot express my gratitude, kind soul. I'm Breena. Who might you be?

Edward: Nice to meet you, Breena. I'm Edward, the Blue Engine. *points to Morgana.* And this here is Captain Morgana of the Dread Pirates.

Breena: Morgana?! No, NO! Not you! You're... you're one of them!

Morgana: One of who?

Breena: My God, you don't even remember me, do you?

Morgana: Hey, I just pulled you from burning wreckage, letting my arch enemy slip through my fingers in the process and now you're going to lecture me about my memory?

Breena: No... I'm sorry, I must've mistaken you for someone else! My age is showing really badly!

Duck: That so?

Thomas: We've got more important things to figure out. We saw your ship was being attacked by a pirate named Rourkie. Any idea why?

Breena: Oh, why would you lot even care? You're pirates as well, aren't you? Aren't you just going to finish what he started?

Thomas: What? No! Why would we even THINK about doing that?

Morgana: Why, you ungrateful little...

*But before Morgana can lash out at Breena, Edward stops her.*

Edward: Ah-ah-ah-ah, Morgana. Let's not jump the shark for now... *turns to Breena* No offence, Breena!

Breena: None taken.

Thomas: We're not actually pirates. This crew I'm working with are treasure hunters. They wouldn't dream of hurting you. We engines are not pirates either, just stowaway refugees we got rescued from sea.

Mila: But asides that, we happen to be hunting the same treasure as Rourkie, so naturally, we're a little curious to why he attacked. It would be reckless for us to allow it fo all into, or remain in, the wrongs hands.

Thomas: So, we'll kindly ask again. Why do you think Rourkie was after you?

Breena: I just came from Kittering Castle. I had an audience with the queen. I'm sure that's what attracted his attention.

Morgana: Queen Nakhta? That pirate-hating b***h? What did she give you?

Breena: Nothing...

James: Nothing? NOTHING?! Well THAT was a complete waste of your time!

Tam-Tam: Perhaps you had something for her?

Breena: No, I gave her nothing.

Gordon: Good, she probably deserved it!

Oliver: I just don't understand, then if you two were exchanging nothing? Then what was your little meeting with her about?

Breena: That's... uh... confidential. Between me and the queen, you see.

Tam-Tam: I certainly do, darling. You're important enough that the Queen wanted a private audience with you?

Toby: And Rourkie wanted to kill you over it? Sounds like something we really ought to know.

Thomas: Yeah, so start talking... please.

Morgana: Yeah, what he said. Or do you want to do this the hard way?

Thomas: What...? I never said that...!

Breena: Alright, alright. The queen wanted to know about "re-writing the past".

Morgana: What?

Mila: That's impossible.

Breena: I'm a researcher, you see. Ancient magic and the likes of it are my speciality. But I told the queen she was wasting her time. It can't be done. Simple as that.

Henry: Come to think of it, you must've been transporting something valuable to Rourkie, and it wasn't even for him!

Breena: That's right. Nothing, especially important, really. Just some kelp and spices, I suppose. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Donald: That so, lad? Och, how unfortunate for you.

Percy: Look, guys. We can all hug and cry about it later. But right now, Rourkie's slipping away! After that pounding we gave him, he's GOT to be looking for a port to refit? Which one's the closest, Leeko?

Leeko: *gets out his map and looks.* Hmmm.. Vulland in Redwick is the closest, but he's not going to go THERE, thank goodness. Let me check another one of my maps.

*Whilst Leeko, Morgana and the engines are studying the maps, Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam and Oliver are beneath the deck, talking.*

Oliver: Alright you two, when we talk to Breena again. Please stand up to me and Tam-Tam and defend her.

Thomas: Wait, what? Why?

Tam-Tam: Because without information on these coins, we're running blind! Whatever treasure she's got, we want to know we can use it. In order to do that, we need to gain her trust.

Mila: Gain her trust?

Tam-Tam: What, did you think our dunce of a temporary captain was going to pull that off? Thomas didn't realize this woman has a history with Morgana!

Thomas: Look, I'm no dunce, Tam-Tam. I know Morgana had a rough past but even I wasn't aware that Breena knew her.

Mila: Alright, so Oliver, you said you want me and Thomas to stand up to you two? When?

Oliver: You'll know when, Mila. Then, when she trusts you and Thomas, you two follow her and find out what we need to know.

Thomas: Alright, lead the way.

Tam-Tam: And one last thing, Thomas. I know you might have felt a little silly going along with this charade but... you and Mila are the only ones I really trust on this ship.

Thomas: Thank you, Tam-Tam. We engines may be beginners as pirates. But we're always ready to help each other whenever possible.

*Oliver puffs away with Tam-Tam on his footplate, he steams onto the deck where Breena is watching the sea over the port bow. Oliver whistles to grab her attention.*

Oliver: So... uh... Breena. Why don't you tell us a little more about our captain? Not our temporary captain Thomas, the soon-to-be-captain Morgana.

Breena: Sorry, wolfy-train. I don't know what you're talking about.

Tam-Tam: You said to her "you don't remember me." It's hard to imagine what you meant by that, unless you remember her.

Oliver: So our question is, you remember her... from where?

Breena: Oh... you mean, you don't know? She's... oooh, how do I put this delicately? She's... from that crew. That other ship... you know, the one you called Rourkie.

Oliver: She... she was?

Breena: Seven years ago, she ambushed my ship and stole cargo worth years of work!

Oliver: I knew some resentment had a firm hold on you. That's why you lied to her, wasn't it?

Breena: I don't know what you're talking about, sir.

Tam-Tam: Not once since you arrived on board did you look over your shoulder or turn around?

Oliver: Your ship, with all your cargo, was being swallowed by the sea.

Tam-Tam: Yet you didn't bother to give it a glance, and you didn't try to take anything when me and Oldie pulled you on board. That tells me that the most valuable thing on that ship is safe, with you.

Oliver: And you could've given a damn about your ship?

Breena: Now hold on a minute, how can you know all that?

Tam-Tam: Oh, darling. We know far more than just that. We also know what it is you're carrying. They're the only reason Rourkie would seek you out.

Oliver: Yes, the coins!

Breena: WHAT? You're hunting them too? I should've known, I won't let you take them!

Oliver: *stammers* Hold on, wait just one moment. We'd certainly prefer not to. Let's just call it... a fare. For rescuing and transporting you.

*Just then, Thomas steams up to Oliver, Tam-Tam and Breena, whilst Mila climbs down from his footplate.*

Thomas: Oh, give it a rest, Oliver! She's our guest, we're not robbing her!

Tam-Tam: We don't like your attitude, Thomas.

Mila: Then leave now... please.

Thomas: Let me handle this, Mila... *steams up to Tam-Tam and points to Breena* This, captain's guest. *points to himself.* This, captain. This... smack on head. *smacks Tam-Tam's forehead.*

Tam-Tam: Ouch! Okay, fine, fine! I've got better things to do than waste time with you, Thomas.

*Tam-Tam storms off, Oliver gazes nervously at Thomas.*

Oliver: Er... I... have stuff to do too!

*Oliver puffs sheepishly away to the starboard bow. Thomas looks at Breena.*

Thomas: Shall we go somewhere more private? Like the storage rooms. It's best to not leave conversations out in the open.

Breena: That's fine with me.

*Scene changes to Thomas puffing down beneath the deck with Mila and Breena on his footplate. Mila climbs down and helps Breena off before walking over to Thomas.*

Breena: Thanks for helping out back there, Thomas. You and Mila don't really seem like pirates. Have you been Dread Pirates long?

Mila: Not as long as you might think. I was a spice merchant. Thomas isn't really a real pirate and neither are the other engines.

Thomas: The Dread Pirates happened to rescue us when our railferry bound for Dartmouth got destroyed in a storm.

Breena: Really? That must've been harsh, and to think Mila used to be a merchant. So was I!

Mila: Glad to hear it. But like Thomas and the Steam Team. My ship was destroyed too, and it was two days before the Steam Team joined our crew.

Breena: By raiders, I assume? That ship that attacked me. I've seen it before, seven years ago, it attacked me and killed my crew.

Thomas: What happened?

Breena: They stole my goods that represented years of work. I was ruined! So... I... *gulps*

Mila: You... what?

Breena: Oh... I really shouldn't be talking about this.

Thomas: Don't worry, Breena. Me and Mila don't mean ANY harm at all. We're on an important quest.

Mila: Perhaps what we're looking for can help.

Breena: Oh, well thanks for your kindness, Thomas and Mila. I suppose there isn't much worse than can happen to me. I might as well tell you everything.

Thomas: Tell us anything. What is this coin you have?

*Breena digs into her pocket and pulls out a coin.*

Breena: You see, I had this coin that says "Shape What You Were". It's an ability to go back in time, to re-write the most important decisions, the ones which have shaped us. Now, I wasn't being greedy, alright? A lot of people were depending on
that shipment. I mean, I never would've done had I thought that... Well, had I known what was coming.

Mila: Wait... what happened?

Breena: *sighs* After I told my husband we had been attacked by pirates, we were devastated. Years of work, stolen by Morgana and her pirates! He said he wished he'd been there
to protect me. So I used the coin. My husband wasn't able to stop the pirates, but he was able to jump out and push Ariel out of the way of a cannon blast. I told Ariel multiple times "No, my husband DIDN'T save your life!
Back in the other timeline, you were just fine!" But she didn't understand. She thought my husband was the brave and noble soul. They grew closer and closer, I thought we were happily married before I meddled with time.
A few months later, he left me... for HER! There's just no telling what will happen when you play with time, it's just too dangerous.

Thomas: Hmmm... so you think that using the coins caused your husband to leave you? Aren't there other explanations? Maybe your marriage just wasn't as strong as you thought it was. Maybe placing the blame onto the 
coins helps you avoid feeling like it was your fault. Right?

Breena: How DARE you even suggest that! Those coins are evil, I tell you! You have to believe me.

Mila: I'm sorry, Breena! We didn't mean to upset you.

Breena: Oh, it's alright, Mila. I'll be fine. I just hope the Queen has some good sense not to use them. Imagine if an entire nation was at their whims.

Thomas: Well, the easiest way to make sure she doesn't is to convince her to give them to us. You've already had an audience with the Queen, if you could get her
to meet with us engines...

Breena: You two seem like nice fellows, Thomas and Mila. How you two got on this ship, I have no idea. But there's no way I could tell the Queen to turn the coins over to a group of pirates led by Morgana.
She destroyed my life, you two. She can't possibly be trusted with something so powerful. But now that I think about it. There's really only one thing I can do about that.

*Breena hands Thomas two coins.*

Breena: Here, take the coin I'm carrying, Thomas. But be careful...

Thomas: What?

Breena: I know I can't keep these forever. But between Morgana, Tam-Tam, Oliver and Rourkie, I fear disaster will strike if they fall into the wrong hands.
Here, I've got one coin that says "Become What You Seek" and the one that says "Shape What You Were". I only ask that you two promise this.
If you DO use them, Thomas. Please, only do so for reasons of the utmost importance.

*Thomas takes the coins from Breena's hands and places them inside his bufferbeam.*

Thomas: Thanks, Breena. We'll make sure nothing EVER happens to the coins.

*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 Pirate's Fate at sea.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, the engines and pirates were still on the hunt for Rourkie...

*Leeko is looking through a telescope whilst Tam-Tam, Edward and Duck watch on the horizon. Thomas eventually pulls up besides them whilst Mila climbs down from his footplate.*

Duck: Any luck, Leeko?

Leeko: Nope! No luck finding Rourkie, how're you three doing?

Edward: You spent an awfully long time down there, Mila and Thomas.

Tam-Tam: Either you found out something, or you had a really good time.

Thomas: Breena gave me her coins and she told me and Mila that the queen has more.

Leeko: *sighs* Damn, she hates pirates. So how are we going to get her talk to us?

Duck: Breena's already had an audience with the queen, why can't she secure another one?

Mila: We asked about that, she blames Morgana for ruining her life, thanks to a raid that she and Rourkie did years ago.

Tam-Tam: Oh, how typical. So Captain Imbecile has found a way to screw over our royal reception twice.

Duck: Yeah. First she turned away Anora, who's the Queen's emissary. Now her life of crime is standing in the way of Breena's help.

Mila: Well, to be honest, Duck. She didn't think too highly of you either.

Duck: I wouldn't had to orchestrate THAT whole good pirate, bad pirate routine if we had a half decent captain like Thomas here.

Tam-Tam: GWR's right, I say it's time for a change of pace!

Edward: A change? What do you mean?

Tam-Tam: A change in outfits, oldie. Mine would be a bit too revealing for the queen.

Duck: No, I've got a better idea, Tam-Tam. A change in who's our captain. And I'm talking about... *leans over and whispers.* M-U-T-I-N-Y...

Thomas: A mutiny? Now? Rubbish! We guys might be struggling, but everyone is trying their best even with or without Darious!

Mila: I agree with Thomas. We need to be loyal and united, now more than ever. We have to talk out our differences and NOT fight!

Tam-Tam: But guys... A mutiny is the only option, unless those coins can change something.

Thomas: Well, it's true that Shape What You Were allows you to reshape the past.

Leeko: So, we could bring back Darious? That'd be better than a mutiny. Maybe Thomas and Mila could try it out.

Thomas: No, I'm not doing it! We're going with Mila's plan. I mean, maybe we could, but it's risky. Especially intervening on a dangerous day like that, and who knows what might've happened had things gone differently.

Tam-Tam: Oh, and letting Morgana remain captain? That's totally risk-free!

*Thomas holds up a knife against Tam-Tam's chin.*

Thomas: I would not be hesitant to slit your neck and throw you overboard right now, Tam-Tam.

Tam-Tam: Okay... calm down.

Edward: So... what should we do?

Mila: What we've been planning right since the start of the month, look for the coins. Our best lead for those coins is Queen Nakhta.

Leeko: I just told you, she HATES pirates! There'd be no way we'd get to see her without an introduction from Breena. Not to mention she hates Morgana.

Tam-Tam: Once again, the captain is the problem. Who would've thought? If we use Shape What You Were to revive Darious, then she won't be in command.

Mila: If we have a problem with Morgana, we should TALK to her, not scheme to depose her.

Thomas: Yeah, and I'll have you know, Tam-Tam, that I'M still captain of this mission. So in a way, YOU'RE trying to depose ME.

Tam-Tam: Oh yes, you and Morgana just LOVE talking out differences, don't you?

Leeko: Tam-Tam has a point, Thomas.

Mila: Morgana doesn't have a lot of experience with diplomacy. And Breena doesn't know Morgana's history. I'm sure with a little patience and understanding, you never know what might happen, right?

Thomas: That's right, you can't make me change my mind, guys. We're talking this out with Morgana and Breena.

Leeko: Oh... can't Edward do it? He's a kind soul himself.

Edward: I would, Leeko. But I've got to stay and man the helm, and Duck here has to polish the cannons.

Duck: Oh, right. Thanks for alerting me.

Thomas: Right then, Edward, Duck and Tam-Tam. If ONE of you see Morgana or Breena, tell them to come to the quarters. Mila and I will be waiting for them. Leeko, chart a course for Kittering Castle.

Leeko: Right on it!

*Thomas sets off with Mila on his footplate. Edward, Duck, Leeko and Tam-Tam get back to their positions. Scene changes to Morgana and Breena sitting in the captain's quarters.*

Morgana: I don't understand WHY No. 1 asked us to come here.

*Just then, Thomas enters the room with Mila.*

Morgana: Mila? No. 1? Why did you two bring me in here with... her?

Breena: Can't we just go back to our quarters?

Mila: Actually, WE'RE going to see Queen Nakhta.

Morgana: Really? That pirate-hating b***h? Yeah, right.

Thomas: If she knows where more coins are, then we need to talk to her. But Morgana has a point, if she's going to hear us out. We need an introduction from someone she trusts like... *points to Breena.* You, Breena!

Breena: Me? Give that woman an introduction to see the queen? I already told you, NOT in a thousand years!

Morgana: Correction - I'm "That Woman" who just saved your life. What's with your attitude?

Thomas: You probably might've forgotten this Morgana. But back when you served on Rourkie's crew, you attacked Breena's merchant crew.

Breena: I told you that in confidence!

Mila: Then you guys stole her cargo, and after that, her life fell apart.

Morgana: So? My life fell apart since Rourkie's crew left me but you don't see me complaining.

Breena: She's right, I'm leaving. *stands up and turns to leave.*

Thomas: Alright fine, b***h! I'm trying to get you to reconcile but if you don't want to, that's fine! The door's that way! Walk the plank on your right, bye-bye! No one will remember you.

Mila: Hey, hey, hey! Thomas, Breena, that's enough. Breena hasn't heard the full of Morgana. We were both inspired by Darious, and his quest for the coins. I'm sure if he was here, he'd have found a diplomatic way to handle this. Please, let us tell you about him.

Breena: Darious? You mean... captain Darious Samuel Wright? *walks back to her chair and sits down.* That sounds like news to me.

Morgana: No. 1? You want US to tell this woman about our dead captain? Have you and Mila lost your minds?

Thomas: Well... that's what I originally intended, but yes. He believed in second chances, and I know if you tell Breena about him, the two of you can have a second chance to get to know each other too.

Morgana: No. 1 and Mila, you're even more soft hearted than he was, aren't you?

Mila: Well, we don't know about that, but we try our best.

Morgana: I... *sighs* Fine, Mila. We'll do it your way. *turns to Breena.* Yes, Breena. I was a bandit. I was born in a jail and abducted as a child to serve on that ship. But when Darious rescued me, I thought he was going to kill me. That's what I would've done to him, but he didn't.
He showed me a better way, and he was the greatest man I ever knew.

Thomas: Then he died, he was killed by Rourkie. The same man who attacked you yesterday and the same man who gave Morgana the order to attack you seven years before.
Me, Mila and Morgana miss Darious everyday, if not counting Leeko and the engines as well.

Morgana: I know me and No. 1 can never be as good leaders as he was, but, dammit, we try our best. All he wanted was to use the coins to make the world a better place.

Thomas: And us engines have helped to keep that plan going, even when times were tough. So... Breena, please forgive Morgana. Just... please let us keep hope alive...

Breena: *gets out a hankerchief and wipes her eye.* That story really got to me, now I understand WHY I had to give Thomas those coins. I have no choice, I'll do it. You're forgiven, Morgana.

Thomas: There we go. I knew something good like this would happen. There's only one thing to do now, group hug!

*Thomas gives Mila, Morgana and Breena a group hug, but they find his clutch quite tight.*

Breena: Argh, what's going on?!

Mila: Whoa! For a tank engine, he's got a really strong grip!

*Thomas puts Mila, Morgana and Breena down, the three feel so giddy after being hugged by a little blue tank engine.*

Breena: Ugh, what just happened?

Mila: Either it's the coin you gave me. Or... Thomas must be trying to show he's approving of our new bonds of friendship.

Morgana: Phew, he sure has a funny way of showing it, not gonna lie!

Thomas: Either way, I know signs of friendship when I see one.

Mila: What are you saying?

Breena: I know what Thomas is saying but I'll make things quick and easy. You guys go on ahead and I'll make the introductions for you with the queen, alright?

Thomas: Why, thank you so much, Breena. You make yourself at home and I'll go and alert the crew.

Breena: Cheers, Thomas.

*Breena leaves the quarters, quite satisfied with herself. Thomas turns to Mila and Morgana.*

Thomas: Did you hear that, girls? We're going to see the queen!

Morgana: Come on, No. 1. Even with that introduction, we're probably dead meat. Our reputation is too big already. She might discover who we really are.

Thomas: Hmmmm... hadn't thought of it like that, the only way to make sure we get those coins is to take them.

Mila: But we have to give the queen an honest chance.

Morgana: To do what? Hang us? That's preposterious! No. 1 can't hug anyone into submission, you know.

Thomas: Morgana's right, I don't go around hugging people 24/7. Otherwise people would think I'm a creep.

Mila: And we've just convinced Breena that you're a changed woman, and now you're planning on robbing the woman she's introducing us to?

Morgana: Oh no, I'm not doing that... I'm getting No. 6 to help.

Thomas: What?

*Just then, Percy busts into the captain's quarters.*

Percy: Who mentioned my number?

Morgana: Errr... me?

Mila: How did you know it was Morgana?

Percy: *taps his smokebox.* Brain implant, every engine has one. Now what's all this about me robbing something with Morgana?

Morgana: You misheard me, No. 6. We're not taking ANYTHING that belongs to her. As Darious might say, we're just "reclaiming" what ought to be ours. *turns to Thomas and Mila.* Besides, you really want to risk leaving
those coins in her hands if she says no?

Percy: So... this is the queen you're talking about?

Thomas: Yes, Percy. But Morgana has a point. *turns to Morgana.* Well, what would YOU propose then?

Morgana: The meeting is good for only one thing, keeping the queen distracted. Whilst she's busy chatting, one or two people sneak up to her quarters, breaks in and steals the coins. Then the entire group leaves the castle before she's even aware of what's happened!

Thomas: Now what makes you think the coins are in her quarters?

Morgana: Would you trust them with guards, in a safe somewhere? Didn't think so.

Mila: And who are you sending to go steal the coins then?

Morgana: Hmmm... Leeko is too small and puny, and probably wouldn't know what he's doing in a situation like this and I don't trust Tam-Tam not to just run off with them, and for all I know, she's plotting a mutiny at this very minute, and Mila,
you're more of a talker than a burglar. After what you and No. 1 pulled off, I need you in that meeting. Maybe... No. 1 can steal the coins?

Thomas: Very sweet of you to ask but no...

Percy: What about me? You mentioned me, did you?

Mila: Yeah, but...

Thomas: Well, I don't like the idea of trying to steal the coins myself. And I guess if you want something done right, you do it yourself. Besides, me and the engines haven't met Queen Nakhta before.

Percy: Queen... Nakhta? Oh... I thought we visiting THE queen.

Mila: No, Nakhta is a completely different queen altogether, Percy.

Morgana: Mila's right, No. 6. *turns to Thomas and Mila.* You and the rest meet with the queen, drag things out as long as you can and I'll do my thing. Then we'll meet back at the ship and leave as soon as possible.

Mila: Understood.

Thomas: Of course, Morgana.

Morgana: You two will be in command whilst I'm gone, Mila and No. 1. Just stick to the plan, and I'm sure things will work out just fine...

Thomas: Got it!

Morgana: Oh and... No. 1?

Thomas: Yes?

Morgana: Thanks for doing what you did...

Thomas: That's alright, Morgana. Friendship is the most important thing back on Sodor.

Morgana: *turns to Percy.* And No. 6, whilst the engines are meeting with the Queen, I might need your help for the time being.

Percy: *perks up* You don't have to ask me twice!

*End of Scene 5*
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Scene 6:

*Scene changes to Kittering Castle at Vulland, Redwick at night, where the Pirate's Fate is docked. The engines and pirates are disembarking and making their way to the entrance.*

Narrator: That night, The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates had travelled all the way to Kittering Castle to meet with the queen.

*Tam-Tam is on Toby's footplate.*

Tam-Tam: I'm not sure I understood that story exactly, trammy.

Toby: Yeah, but Thomas gave Mila, Morgana and Breena a hug. So what's there not to understand?

Tam-Tam: A hug...? Erm...

*Leeko is on James' footplate. He calls out to Tam-Tam and Toby.*

Leeko: Hey, it's not the first time Morgana's been affected by a hug.

James: Yeah, but let's hope that handshakes are still safe. *turns to Thomas.* So, Thomas? Are you sure this is the right place?

Thomas: When I'm sure, James. I'm sure...

James: *sighs* This isn't gonna work...

*Thomas steams forward to the door of the court, Mila and Morgana follow. Thomas blows his whistle to attract the sentry's attention.*

Thomas: So who's the sentry at the gates then?

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* My word! A steam locomotive with a face? 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.

James: Yeah, yeah. We know! We know. What's taking so long in here?

Priscilla: Oh, don't mind her. She's just finishing up some business. Don't worry, the queen will be seeing you lot shortly.

Gordon: But we've been waiting to meet her for almost an hour.

Thomas: Gordon, we've only just got here.

Henry: What he means is we've been on that ship for an hour and we're bored out of our wits.

Gordon: Thank you, Henry.

Priscilla: *notices Henry.* Oh my word, what happened to you?

Henry: Want my advice, Priscilla? Sneaking into a temple in Doniford is a big mistake I've made in my life.

Priscilla: Well, you can huff and puff at me all you want, but that isn't going to make this any faster for you.

Henry: Actually, my cylinders seems to be recovering alright now. So, I disagree.

Priscilla: Do you now?

Henry: Yes, I do. What's wrong with asking for a little special treatment now and then? We can make it worth your while in more ways than one.

Tam-Tam: Big green guy's got a point.

Priscilla: Oh my, I'm sure the queen will like you.

Henry: She'd probably like me better if I wasn't so crippled in bandages. Now then, where's Queenie? We've got an audience with her and...

Mila: Henry, stop! We'll just wait until her highness is ready. Sorry if we bothered you, Priscilla.

Priscilla: Manners and a beautiful merchants outfit? I'm sure the Queen will love you. *looks at her pocket watch.* And speak of the devil, she's ready now.

*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?

Leeko: *on Gordon's footplate* One of them does indeed, Thomas.

Thomas: Interesting.

Edward: Hey, has anyone seen James?

*Just then, they notice a small clothes shop near the entrance where James is.*

James: Thank you! *steams out from the clothes shop and catches up with the others, holding a bag.* I must say, they have a KNACK for selling clothes to splendid red engines. I bought
some... ideal things for if I want to flirt with the Queen.

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.

Leeko: 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 is talking
to Breena.*

Breena: After the pirates attacked me, my ship was sinking and my crew was dead. I thought all was lost and then... they arrived. They fought off the pirates and brought me to safety!

Queen Nakhta: Oh, how absolutely marvelous! How precisely would you describe the bloodiness of the battle? Exceedingly bloody or obscenely so?

Breena: I... uh...

Queen Nakhta: No, no. You're right. Best to leave some things firmly in the realm of imagination. You did quite well to bring them to one, Breena. Any enemy of pirates is a friend of mine. So... who were these "treasure-hunters" that rescued you?

Breena: Actually, they weren't real human-beings. They were... talking locomotives.

Queen Nakhta: How absurd, never in the whole of my life, has one seen talking locomotives.

Breena: Ah, but these are real!

*Just then, Thomas' whistle is heard in the backdrop.*

Breena: That must be them now.

*Just then, the Steam Team arrive. Queen Nakhta stares in amazement.*

Queen Nakhta: One says! 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: Thanks.

Queen Nakhta: And one must say, how precious you look. A real fearless leader if one can see, wearing a tricorn. Do you claim to be the captain of some far away crew of locomotives?

Thomas: Well, not a captain, no. We're engines, but of course, I am the leader of the Steam Team, judging by my trusty number one on my side!

Tam-Tam: *whispers to Toby.* That's starting to sound a lot more fun for his conversation.

Queen Nakhta: You speak our language quite well, Thomas. You should be proud of yourself for raising them.

Edward: Oh, thank you, Your Majesty. But we're not "owned" by Thomas as we're already cared for by our Sir Topham Hatt, owner, founder and chairman of the North Western Railway Company Limited.

Queen Nakhta: Oh, that's quite alright. *turns to Oliver.* You there, wolf-train.

Oliver: *gulps* You talking to me? Your highness, my name's...

Queen Nakhta: You look like you could tear a man's head clear from his shoulders, how would you like to be a mercenary?

Oliver: Errr... me?

Henry: Hmph, Oliver being a mercenary indeed. If I wasn't so crippled, your majesty. I'd be happy to fill that position in for you.

Queen Nakhta: My goodness, what happened to you?

Henry: I got crushed by a statue that toppled on me two weeks ago. Not my best moment, I can tell you.

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.

Duck: Dang...

*Mila walks to Thomas and Queen Nakhta.*

Mila: My queen, while we are pleased to meet you, we've had another reason for coming other than telling you our stories. Forgive me for saying this but we've heard you're looking for the coins.

Queen Nakhta: That's right, they're the kingdom's last hope for peace and tranquility. 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. When she returned and started plotting against us, one thought all
prayers for peace were to be extinguished. But then, as if by divine providence, one heard about these coins. A chance to transform reality and save the kingdom.

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 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: Well, one's managed to acquire a few of the aforementioned coins, formulate a stratagem for utilizing them. One's nearly ready, but would prefer to work under the auspices of experts in these coins. Rumour has it, that's you lot, isn't it?

Thomas: That's right.

Mila: But we know enough to tell you that the coins are extremely unpredicatable. Trying to "use" them in a certain way just can't be done. You never know what might happen.

Queen Nakhta: Oh, that's quite alright, one knows how fickle these coins can be. So one sought out the help of a pair of famous researchers. They helped one to create with what they call a "talisman" to pair with my Shape What You Were coin. Eliminate all uncertainty,
whoever wears it, will have their entire life re-written as my younger sister. And Bilba and the rest of us here in Vulland would NEVER even remember she once challenged us for the crown.

Rebecca: Oh my... I'd love to be queen.

Emily: Oh, you wouldn't like it, Rebecca. I tried to be a queen once and it didn't work out the way I intended it to be.

Mila: I'm not sure how THAT'S going to work.

Thomas: Me neither.

Queen Nakhta: Tell you what, Thomas. One knows you'll be up to the task at hand. And one knows that once you've helped us win the peace, we'll be in a position to reward you handsomely.

Thomas: Uhhh... what's the catch?

Queen Nakhta: All the coins one's found will be yours.

Thomas: *shakes Queen Nakhta's hand.* Deal!

Mila: Well, let me just say... maybe.

Queen Nakhta: "Maybe" is a coward's yes, darling.

Mila: As Breena told you and us, those coins could be dangerous.

Edward: And to think what consequences could happen if you used a Shape What You Were coin, one ripple in a pond can change everything.

Queen Nakhta: Doing nothing is also dangerous, is it not? So how DO those Shape What You Were coins work? You've used them, haven't you?

Thomas: *blushes* Actually... *clears throat* We haven't, unfortunately. So we're sorry we've wasted your time, I hope you've taken the chance to pardon us and we'll get our wheels moving.

Queen Nakhta: Oh, and you call yourselves experts.

Oliver: Actually, you called us that.

Queen Nakhta: Oh, don't gainsay me. One supposes we'll both have to learn about these coins together.

*Just then, James steams from the crowd of engines. He's wearing a top hat with a bowtie and holding a cane in his hand in a sort of dapper way.*

James: I don't think that's possible, your majesty.

Thomas: But... James! You don't even...

Duck: Hold on, Thomas. I think James is onto something.

Queen Nakhta: Ah, splendid. If there's one engine who definitely sticks from the cloud. It has to be that one. Tell you what, he can come and explain everything he knows about the coins. Once we're done, meet us back here and we'll arrange everything. Must dash now, so Ta-Ta!

James: Alright, your majesty. Let me up to your quarters and I'll tell you all I know about the coins.

*Queen Nakhta leads James up to her quarters. Whilst he's going, James quickly looks back at the other engines and winks. Thomas and Mila exchange anxious looks, knowing that something is bound to go wrong. Scene changes back to outside the ship where the Mila, Leeko, Tam-Tam and the engines
are talking.*

Leeko: I'm not quite sure how that went.

Thomas: The queen's proposal might not work out the way she wants. But I knew she'd at least be willing to negotiate.

Mila: Yeah, but hopefully Morgana and Percy weren't able to actually steal anything.

Edward: And I hope James has everything under control with the queen. 

Leeko: But should we even be helping her, Edward?

Tam-Tam: Oh, yes. Let's help that woman who hates pirates get even more power, that'll end well.

Edward: The way I see it, it'll end in tears more likely.

Mila: The queen sounds like she's trying to do right by her kingdom.

Gordon: And it just so happens that her staying in power will fix everything, not.

*Just then, a voice is heard.*

Voice: Oh, if only that were so... You have so much to learn about Queen Nakhta.

Thomas: Hello? Who said that?

*Just then, a lightish-brown vixen walks up to the engines. Like the Queen, she is also dressed in a monarch's attire.*

Leeko: Who are you, and what do you want with us?

Vixen: Oh, trust me. You wouldn't want to discuss this in the harbour.

Edward: Okay, ma'am. Follow us to our ship and we should see if Morgana and Percy are back yet, whilst we're at it.

*The engines and pirates soon lead the mysterious vixen to the ship's deck. As soon as they're on board, Thomas steams closer to the vixen.*

Thomas: So tell about yourself, who are you?

Vixen: I'm Bilba. Queen Bilba de Renaud of Berkeley Castle. The woman who calls herself queen is my younger sister.

Edward: Wait... should we be talking to you about this at all?

Mila: There are bigger things going on that, Edward. The fate of an entire kingdom is at stake.

Bilba: If not an entire railway network too.

Rosie: But wasn't the word "treason" being thrown around?

Thomas: We've been thrust into the middle of this, Rosie, whether we wanted to be or not. So that means we have a responsibility to try and get this right. We need to decide who, if anyone, we want to help. Regardless of
them being villains or not.

Bilba: I have to seek allies wherever I can find them. I can't let my sister's reign of terror continue.

Gordon: Bilba has a point. Nakhta kills a pirate whenever she can see one. Indistinguishable to the naked eye!

Mila: "Reign of terror"? She described you as ambitious and bloodthirsty.

Bilba: Of course she did, projecting her own qualities onto me. How is my sister? Is she alright?

Thomas: Yeah, and now using those coins to continue being mad with power. Something tells me this rivalry will end badly.

Bilba: No, what Nakhta needs is therapy. I'm not an ambitious woman and I never wanted to be queen, but I've spent years seeing my own railway fall into misery.

Thomas: Hang on... you own a railway?

Bilba: I do, in nearby Sharpness. Vale of Berkeley Railway is the name. But there's nothing done for the poor, no new hospitals, lighthouses, universities, or even funds to keep my own fleet of engines up and running.
Queen Nakhta's hunger for deadly pirates cannot be slaked. Look at my kingdom for example, I have handicapped access, I have those wooden train tables for kids, my engines provide helpful information as they drive,
and comical city facts, too. We have a lot of fun in here! I also provide my service free of charge. Now, Queen Nakhta charges. I don't know why. She can't use money properly. A queen can't walk into a store and bribe merchants
to give her something in exchange. My engines shuttle old people to casinos and homeless people to places where they love to go crazy. But nothing's done to help those in need outside the castle walls. The Queen kills
all petty criminals found in her harbour but lets the seas and islands under her command run rampant with killers. I don't how long could I let it go on, and I had to seek her out, to try and advise her. But she viewed any help
on my part as a scheme to usurp her power. Now people are beginning to urge me to do just that, but I am the rightful queen by birthright, after all. All I wanted to do is talk things out, but that's impossible now.

Abigail: She believes you won't talk with her? Once again, everyone is afraid to negotiate. And that's no laughing matter, I can tell you.

Bilba: Hmmm... perhaps, but...

Thomas: Don't worry, Bilba. Me and the Steam Team can get this resolved peacefully, I'm sure. We'll have a meeting with the queen this evening. You can come with us and we'll fix things, you're family and you should be reunited. Much like Gordon with his brothers and cousins because
I know they get in a rivalry all the time.

Gordon: Hey! That's taken out of context!

Tam-Tam: Oh yes, bad blood between families is ALWAYS fixed eventually. But you know, just out of curiousity, what DO you plan to do if, and I mean IF, you fail?

Thomas: Hmmmm... you're right. We're having an ethical crisis here. I'm not sure we can do this. Gonna kill this good queen to save the bad queen? Man, sometimes God just gives us challenges we just can't even meet. You know what I mean?

Mila: We can't fail, Bilba needs our help and...

*Just then, James' whistle is heard in the backdrop and Queen Nakhta's angry voice is heard.*

Queen Nakhta: YOU'LL DO NO SUCH THING!

*Thomas and Mila look at each other with anxiety.*

Thomas and Mila: Uh-oh!

*Just then, James pulls onto the deck with Queen Nakhta on his footplate.*

James: What's happened, guys? What did I miss?

Queen Nakhta: One'll tell you what's happened, James! One's been robbed! One come here expecting to find the thieves, but instead one can see YOU LOT, cavorting with an enemy of the state, committing hight treason, no doubt!

Thomas: *stammers* Your majesty, it's not what it looks like! I swear...

Mila: Queen Nakhta, if you'll let us explain.

Queen Nakhta: Ugh, how FOOLISH one was, to expect that YOU heaps of scrap metal would be worthy allies. one ought to hang you all in the town square with the rest of the pirates. In fact, that's just what one'll do, noon tomorrow. One's guards have this ship surrounded. There is no escape...

Thomas: Oh, I second that... b***h tornado! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF US!

*Thomas lets off lots of steam. The other engines do the same too. Soon the whole ship is filled with smoky clouds Queen Nakhta coughs and splutters.

Queen Nakhta: *coughs* One says! What is this treasoning?!

*Whilst Queen Nakhta is distracted, Mila, Leeko, Tam-Tam and Bilba climb into Thomas' cab. Thomas blows his whistle and sets off with the engines following him behind.*

Thomas: Quickly, guys. Grab the coins and let's go! Find Morgana and Percy and we'll...

*But because there's so much smoke, the engines can't see where they're going and they end up falling off the port bow of the ship and into the water, one by one. As soon as the smoke clears, Queen Nakhta finds the engines and pirates all piled up in the shallow seawater.*

Gordon: What's your plan now, Captain Genius?

*But before Thomas could reply, several military armed forces come up with guns pointing at them. Thomas looks at them sheepishly.*

Thomas: Uhhhh... penny for the guy?

*Scene changes to the engines and pirates, shut in a dungeon below the castle keep.*

Thomas: Great... f**king great! She played us like fiddles! Everyone's gonna die because of me!

Leeko: What are you talking about? This is Morgana's fault.

Gordon: No, I blame James. He got us into this mess.

James: Look, I clearly didn't know you were talking to her! It wasn't my fault she freaked out over the coins being missing.

Mila: Maybe her plan to steal the coins was misguided. But if we had just turned Bilba away like you suggested, Edward. The Queen would've found nothing
on our ship.

Thomas: Yeah. But Morgana and Percy might've come back soon, and we'd be home free. But if you guys want to blame someone, blame ME, not her.

Tam-Tam: Speaking of Morgana, where is she, anyway?

James: Yeah, she should've been back by now.

Gordon: Trust her to go gallivanting off to do some work.

Mila: Who knows?

Tam-Tam: And why do you say that, Mila?

Leeko: Oh come on, Tam-Tam. You really think Morgana and Percy, of all people and engines, had more luck than we did? My bet is, by surise, we'll ALL be hanging together.

James: You will, we engines won't.

Mila: Err... James? You might not be hung... but there is a fate worse than that.

James: A fate worse than death?

Thomas: I think I know what Mila's saying. We might not be hung, it's far, FAR worse than that! I'm talking about... *clears throat* S-C-R-A-P...

James: S-c-r-a-p? Oh... scrap... SCRAP?! HOLY S**T, why didn't we think of that before?

Emily: We're all gonna die!

Chloe: I'm too young to live!

*The engines all start panicking and freaking out, Thomas blows his whistle to calm them down.*

Thomas: Guys, please! No-one's getting scrapped, okay? Besides, we're already privately-owned locomotives and if The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) was
here, he would NEVER approve of it.

*Just then, a royal guard (who's a fox) turns up.*

Guard: Alright you lot, the hangman's almost ready. Took a little longer than usual, on account of having to find a rope big enough for the wolf over here.

Oliver: Sir, I'll have you know I'm an engine too.

Guard: You are? Oh... shoot. Didn't see your bodywork. Oh well, we can try a bit of both.

Edward: Well, can you at least spare us engines, please? We aren't owned by these pirates, we already have a network and...

Guard: Yeah, we'll get round to that. Anyhow, Her Majesty wanted me to send a message to you. If one of you wants to come out here and confess to their crimes,
she'll give that one a full pardon. If... they personally pull the lever on the gallows and kill their friends that is.

Thomas: W-w-w-what?

Mila: Kill our friends?

Guard: I'll give you a minute or two to think it over and let you choose which one of you gets to live. But Her Majesty said if you haven't reached a decision by then,
you'll all hang.

Henry: Except for us engines, you can't hang them.

Guard: Oh, no worries about that. You'll be fine.

Thomas: Oh, well that's good to know.

Guard: But we are firing up the cutter's torch ready for your kind. 

*Guard chuckles as he walks away, Thomas' face turns as white as a ghost.*

Tam-Tam: Well... how merciful of her.

Thomas: Oh c**p. We're ALL gonna die, and they expect US to turn on each other, is that their sick little game?

Donald: This is the most f**ked-up s**t I've ever experienced in all my life, right next to Oliver's curse.

Douglas: Aye, but what's to do, lad?

Mila: There's no reason why we all have to die. Besides, if one person or engine lives, we can at least try to keep up the hunt for the coins.

Leeko: I agree, we have to swallow our dignity and be rational about this.

Tam-Tam: Cooperate with them? Is this your idea of a joke, because I'm not laughing.

Thomas: Tam-Tam's right. I'm not finishing this mission all by myself. I spent my entire life with the Steam Team and I'd rather die with them.

Duck: Honestly, Mila. You want to agree to their sick scheme?

Tam-Tam: And we just play their game and turn on each other?

Mila: It's not that simple, Duck and Tam-Tam. But maybe, one day, we could use Shape What You Were to bring back the others...

James: That's not even going to work, Breena said those coins are dangerous!

Leeko: And which one of us gets to live now?

Mila: There's only one choice. Thomas, you managed to help us get this far in collecting the coins. If you promised to help fulfil Darious' mission, you can do the same for us.

Thomas: But I don't want to be on my own, and I certainly don't want to kill you. Besides, I'm not leaving the Steam Team, They're staying with me.

*The other engines agree.*

Mila: But it's the only way, Thomas.

Thomas: But... *sighs* I guess you know best, Mila.

Henry: Well, I suppose we're incapable of finding another crew to sail with, right? And I can't use a sword? I've got no experience with that.

Edward: Henry, we're not finding another crew. Besides, that's not what I...

*Just then, the royal guard returns.*

Guard: Time's up, guys. You made up your mind?

Mila: Yes, we've decided we're going to save Thomas.

Leeko: He'll do his best to make us proud!

Tam-Tam: Oh please, Leeko. You and Mila are BOTH pathetic. If you really wanted to do us proud, you'd refuse to play her stupid game.

Guard: *chuckles* I just love doing that to you lot. There's no mercy offer from the queen. This is Queen Nakhta we're talking about. Of course you're all going to hang.

Mila, Leeko and Tam-Tam: WHAT?!

Thomas: HOLD ON! Is THIS what you do for fun around here? Hanging innocent people and scrapping mindless locomotives for the sake of FUN?

Guard: Hey, I'm just doing you a favour. When you see each other in Hell, you'll know what your friends are really made of. Now the Queen wants them one at a time. Pick who goes first, and this time I'm not joking around.

Mila: Look, for what it's worth, guys. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Thomas: Neither did we, Mila. We just wanted to complete Darious' quest, not THIS. It was all my fault. I didn't think through all the consequences of messing with plans.
I should've been more careful.

Mila: You're right, Thomas. We should have. But as a devoted friend of yours, the buck stops with me. So... *sighs* I'm sorry too.

Tam-Tam: No, darlings. That won't be necessary. I'LL go first, I've never been a patient person.

Thomas: But Tam-Tam... you helped through thick and thin. You can't...

Tam-Tam: What am I supposed to say, Thomas? "Oh, if I get executed last, I don't have to die?"

Thomas: But... but...

Tam-Tam: *pets Thomas' buffer.* I don't want to see any tears, Thomas. You and your friends, they have been a fine group of engines. Probably the best, and definitely as
you call yourselves "really useful". But my mind has made up. I'm sure we'll see each other in another life.

*Two knights come and open the cell door to take Tam-Tam away first.*

Tam-Tam: So long, Thomas the Tank Engine. *a tear falls from her eye as she walks away.*

Thomas: Tam-Tam! No! TAM-TAM! *falls to floor whilst grabbing the cell door pole, crying his eyes out.* This is not happening! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! *cries*

*Mila walks over and comforts Thomas.*

Mila: I'm sorry, Thomas. She had to do what's right.

Thomas: *sniffs* No, Mila! Everyone's gonna die because of me! I'm not useful, I can't even lead a fleet of engines without knowing what consequences could happen.
Maybe I should deserve to be scrapped.

*The engines all mutter in disagreement.*

Gordon: Oh no, little Thomas. Don't say that. You've raised us engines as best as you can.

James: Gordon's right, it's not your fault. That queen doesn't take humiliation likely.

Emily: And you often said little engines can do big things, even when we're hunting for treasure.

Edward: You may have been a cheeky, troublesome little engine in the past. But deep down, We all care for you, Thomas.
No matter what situation you're in.

*Thomas looks at the other engines as they give him sympathetic smiles, he then looks at Mila and Leeko who are smiling kindly at him too.*

Thomas: *sighs* You're right, guys. I have been going over the top lately. We've only found half the coins in the process. And if it hadn't been for me, The Dread
Pirates would've been stuck finding this treasure forever.

Mila: Yeah, I'm sure your friend Percy would agree too.

Thomas: Of course... wait. WHERE IS PERCY?!

*The engines look at each other in angst, as none of them know where Percy is.*

Mila: Well, we could find him if we found a way out.

Leeko: Oh, he's probably already dead.

Oliver: Percy wouldn't be dead. He would make a runner though. Probably try and find his own way back to Sodor ALONE.

Thomas: Please, Oliver. If I know Percy, he'd NEVER turn his back on the Steam Team, ever! And I should know that because he's my best friend!

*Just then, the engines hear a familiar whistle and chuffing noises outside their cell.*

James: What was that?

Thomas: Wait... that's Percy's whistle! He and Morgana must still be outside!

*Thomas blows his whistle to attract Percy and Morgana's attention. Meanwhile, Percy and Morgana are outside with the coin. Percy stops when he hears a whistle.*

Percy: Did you hear that?

Morgana: Hear what?

Percy: That sounded like Thomas' whistle.

*Thomas peers out from the cell.*

Thomas: Percy! Down here!

*Percy and Morgana notice Thomas and crouch down to look into the cell.*

Percy: Thomas! Mila! How did you end up in there?

Morgana: It's lucky we came as soon as we could, what happened?

Thomas: We accidentally ran into Nakhta's sister Queen Bilba and tried to negotiate with her, Queen Nakhta found out and she put us in this cell.

Mila: Now she's planning on hanging us pirates.

Morgana: Oh no... But she can't hang you engines.

Edward: It's worse, she's planning to have us all... I can't even bear the thought of saying it... SCRAPPED!

Percy: SCRAPPED?! No! NO! She can't! You're my friends! *clenches his hands into fists.* When I see that Queen Nakhta, I'm going to tell EXACTLY what I think of her little scheme!

Morgana: Yeah, and where's Tam-Tam?

Leeko: Tam-Tam's dead, and the rest of us are next in a few minutes.

Morgana: No... you're joking. I can't believe it! I...

James: We don't have much time before they hang another one of us!

Percy: Me and Morgana could try to sneak in and stab one of the guards, get the keys...

Thomas: You can't do that, Percy! There's like a hundred guards out there, and plenty of CCTV cameras. Plus they've confiscated our ship, and even if we got out of here, how would we even escape from this place?

Percy: I'll take the queen hostage and force her to let you go.

Leeko: But then how will Morgana escape?

Morgana: Doesn't matter, Leeko. The mission must go on, whether it be me or No. 1 leading it.

Thomas: Oh, it'll never work. That queen is so full of pride that she'd rather die than admit defeat.

Percy: I can always kill her for you.

James: Thanks, but we've got bigger problems to face now. There's got to be something we can do.

Leeko: Morgana, did you steal the coins from the queen? Maybe there's some way to use them to get out of this.

Percy: Well, I did manage to smuggle this little chest full of coins. Plus this weird crown that has a coin attached to it, I don't know what the hell that is for anyway.

*Percy shows Thomas and Mila the crown.*

Thomas: It's a Shape What You Were coin connected to an enchanted talisman. It's just like what the queen said! Whoever puts it on will become her younger sister and it tranforms the body and the mind!
You see, her older sister Bilba is challenging her for the throne and... *gasps*

*Suddenly, Thomas has an idea and blows his whistle.*

Thomas: That's it! What if one of us uses the crown?

Mila: What are you saying? How would that help?

Thomas: Whoever puts it on becomes the queen's sister, just like she said! Then they could convince the queen to let us go!

Leeko: But doesn't the queen hate her sister?

Gordon: Contrary to belief, She hates her older sister, Leeko. But a younger sister wouldn't be a threat. Much like me and the Flying Scotsman...

Mila: Do you even look any older than him, Gordon?

Gordon: I am a prototype after all, Mila.

Thomas: Though Scotty does joke about Gordon being "the little brother". Mainly because the former has TWO tenders.

Mila: Two tenders? He must be lucky.

Leeko: Okay, maybe that would work. But if one of us becomes the queen's sister, their life will be different. They might even lose their memories, right? Basically, the person you are right now
will cease to exist.

Thomas: Well, it's a risk worth doing. Any volunteers?

Gordon: I'm not doing it. Me! Being known as Princess Gordon? Certainly not. You wouldn't catch me wearing something so undignified!

Rebecca: I'd love to be a princess. But I'd lose my yellow streak, and it's the thing that makes engines happy.

Emily: Not me, it's too much work giving out orders.

Chloe: What about me? I've always loved a spot of royalty. Oh, I could even build a castle right by Knapford!

Percy: Well, it's worth a shot. Here...

*But when Percy tries passing the crown through the bars, he can't. The crown is far too big to fit through. Percy tried repeatedly to squeeze it but he has no luck.*

Chloe: What's wrong?

Percy: It's the crown, it's too big to fit.

Chloe: Well, I guess it's one of you that has to wear it.

Percy: Well, it's not gonna be me. No-one will even recognize me anymore, and I want to keep my position as Thomas' best friend.

Morgana: Tell you what, No. 6. I couldn't live with myself if I knew your friends died because of my mistakes. That the quest Darious died for would've never been finished. If this crown isn't going to fit through
the bars, so it has to be me.

Percy: What... you? But...

Morgana: I'm sorry, No. 6. It's the only way.

James: *groans* Let's just say you'll do it, Morgana. But how will you know to help us if you don't remember who you are, or who WE are for that matter?

Morgana: Guys, look into my eyes and tell me what's happened. *sighs* I just can't believe that, even with new memories, I'll forget you.

*Thomas and Mila's eyes fill with tears at the thought of this.*

Mila: You can't do this, Morgana. I'm not ready to say goodbye!

Morgana: I have to, it's the only way. Thanks for everything, Milena and Thomas. You definitely are, and always will be, really useful. *turns to Percy.* Well, No. 6. Though I'm not good at showing it, I just wanted to say I've always cared about you.

Percy: I guess this is it, Morgana. Life won't be the same without you anymore.

Morgana: Indeed it won't, No. 6.

*Morgana and Percy throw their arms around each other and hug.*

Morgana: Farewell, Percy.

Percy: So long, Morgana.

*A tear falls from Percy's eye. Morgana puts the crown over her head and shuts her eyes. As soon as she's put the crown over her head, a bright golden flash appears before Percy, Thomas, Mila and the engines' eyes. As soon as the
blinding flash disappears, Morgana has completely changed from a first mate bat to a feline-vixen hybrid princess.*

Percy: Uhhhh... Morgana?

Morgana: Oh, pardon me, sir. I don't recall making your acquaintance. And it's... Princess Morgana, if you don't mind. And you are...?

Percy: It's me... Percy. Percy the Small Engine, you know. No. 6?

Princess Morgana: Oh, nice to meet you, Percy. Where are you from?

Percy: No time for that! There's an entrance down here to the cell.

*Percy puffs into the jail and Princess Morgana follows behind.*

Princess Morgana: What's going on?

Percy: I'll explain later. I can hear the guards coming.

Princess Morgana: What is this? Some kind of plea for clemency from another doomed pirate crew? I'm dreadfully sorry, but I share my sister's contempt for ruffians.

Thomas: No, wait! Hear us out, Morgana. I mean... Princess Morgana... I know this might sound difficult to believe, but your older sister Queen Nakhta had a plan to use an enchanted coin called "Shape What You Were" on her sister, Bilba.
But something went wrong, in a manner of speaking.

Princess Morgana: Oh, really? Colour me unsurprised. I told Nakhta a thousand times not to try and use those coins. Trusting the fate of the kingdom to an erratic set of magic trinkets. How utterly, utterly rash.

Thomas: We feel the exact same way too, we're on a quest to...

*Just then, the royal guard returns.*

Guard: Alright, we're ready for the next one...

Princess Morgana: Excuse me! I'm trying to have a conversation, and it just so happens to be of the utmost importance.

Guard: But... the queen said...

Princess Morgana: Tell her I said we're holding things up a little, alright? This is Princess Morgana you're talking to.

Guard: Oh... God. Princess Morgana, I almost didn't recognize you, I'm so sorry. I'll just alert the queen right away.

*The royal guard races off to alert the queen, Princess Morgana turns to the engines.*

Princess Morgana: Now, where were we, my delightfully steamy new acquaintance?

Thomas: Well, we don't know how to say it but... we're not new acquaintances. As a matter of fact, I, Thomas T. Tank Engine, have been serving with you
for almost a month.

Princess Morgana: Serving? You mean... you're one of my servants? How in Heaven's name did you get mixed up with these dreadful pirates?

Mila: We're not pirates. People say we are, but we're not, we're "treasure-hunters". You're my captain, on your ship The Pirate's Fate. We're hunting the coins, trying to prevent them from
falling into the wrong hands. That's how we ended up here.

Thomas: And just now - a few moments ago, you put on the crown intended for Bilba, thus transforming yourself into Nakhta's younger sister.

Princess Morgana: Okay, and do you have any proof of this grandiose claim?

James: How do you remember getting here, Morgana... er... "Princess" Morgana? Would you ever crouch down to talk through bars to a group of prisoners, like Percy did?

Princess Morgana: Well, I might gander a peek at them.

Duck: Hmph, nosey parker...

Thomas: Trust me, Princess... er... captain... uh... whatever you are, Mila and Leeko ARE your crew, They are your family, and me and my engine friends are stowaways you rescued from being lost at sea.
Look into my eyes and tell me what you feel in your heart.

Princess Morgana: Well, let's say... just for the sake of the argument, I believe you.

Thomas: You... you do?

Princess Morgana: Can you even fathom the implications of what you're saying? That my entire life, everything I've ever known, is merely a fabrication? A lie?

Thomas: Yeah, that's the side effects of amnesia. You'll recover from it.

Mila: It's not a lie, it's a sacrifice.

Princess Morgana: Well, we could just ask the queen herself to verify this?

Oliver: But nobody will remember the way things were.

Duck: And nobody except the people in this cell.

Princess Morgana: Ah, I see. And you said you're hunting for these enchanted coins, is that it? Trying to stop them from falling into the wrong hands, right?

Thomas: Yep, sounds about right.

Princess Morgana: Well, given recent events, young Thomas. That sounds like quite the worthy cause to me. As a matter of fact, it would give me a good excuse to get out of town and stop trying to play peacemaker between
Nahkta and Bilba for a change.

Leeko: So you believe us?

Princess Morgana: Well, perhaps. I hestitate to even admit this but... *clears throat* I've always fancied what I was destined for something more than just a carefree life. So what you say has great appeal to me.
Even if this is just an elaborate ruse to save your own skin, I still want to see where it goes.

*The royal guard returns with the key to the cell.*

Guard: Sorry about that, guys. *unlocks the door.* Queen Nakhta was bewildered to hear about an extra relative in her bloodline. She's asked me to bring you to her.

*Thomas and the Steam Team steam out, followed by Mila and Leeko.*

Thomas: Now, let's get this over with.

*Scene changes to the queen's courtroom where Thomas, Mila and Princess Morgana are telling Queen Nakhta the whole story.*

Narrator: As soon as the engines and pirates had been freed from the cell, Princess Morgana told Queen Nakhta everything.

Princess Morgana: ...And that's everything I know, your highness. The whole story.

Queen Nakhta: One doesn't believe it. So you're saying that one's own mislaid plans... led to our family gaining an extra member?

Princess Morgana: Precisely.

Queen Nakhta: All our memories growing up together, a lie? One doesn't believe it.

Princess Morgana: I'm not asking you to. All I'm asking is that you release the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team, return their ship to them and entrust to them all the coins you've collected.

Queen Nakhta: Ugh, really? And all out of the goodness of one's heart, is that it? If if this preposterous story of yours is true, there's no reason for one to want to help these... engines. Besides, they are pirates, aren't they?

Princess Morgana: I recognize it's a great deal to ask of you. But I have a great deal to offer in return. In exchange for your help, I'll publicly support your right to the throne over Bilba.

Queen Nakhta: Oh, you will? This has to be a trick. One's been asking for your public backing for months and you're going to give it to me now? What are you really after? Some kind of power-sharing deal? Because, believe you and me.

Princess Morgana: No... I want to go with the Steam Team. I'd be honoured to collaborate with such famous engines.

Queen Nakhta: You... WHAT?! But that's dangerous! It'll be suicide. You're constantly fighting cut-throat battles with bloodthirsty rivals.

Princess Morgana: Well, I'm sure that's an exaggeration. But I'm sure Thomas, Mila and Percy will have this under control, right?

*Thomas, Percy and Mila come forward.*

Thomas: *sighs* There are times and consequences that even we're not proud of, your majesty. We've fought our way through thick and thin to get this far.

Percy: And we did just fight a battle with this particularly dangerous pirate named Rourkie.

Mila: You know, the one who attacked Breena, who we rescued?

Queen Nakhta: Hmm.. Well, then you're going to have to sail on an imperial warship.

Princess Morgana: No, I'd like to join... er... rejoin, I should say, on their ship. I'm hoping that the familiar surroundings may spark some regeneration of my memory, I could be prepared for a little danger but I just want
to find out the truth about this whole situation myself. *Turns to Thomas, Percy and Mila.* That is... if you and your crew will have me.

Thomas: Of course we'd be happy to have you back, Morgana... er... Princess Morgana.

Princess Morgana: *chuckles* Just call me Morgana for now, Thomas.

*End of Scene 6*
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Scene 7:

*Scene changes to back on the Island of Sodor. Joey and Diesel's search party are waiting at Vicarstown, ready to go and find the Steam Team.*

Narrator: Back on the Island of Sodor, The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) sent me and Diesel's search party plans into action.

Diesel: Okay, once more, sir. Where are we going? 

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): To South West England. 

Diesel: And why are you and the Female Furries in the coaches? 

Amy: We're gonna help locate the whereabouts of Thomas and the Steam Team.

Diesel: And why is Joey here? 

Joey: I came up with the idea. 

Diesel: And why am I here? 

Sandy: Because you know the Other Railway better than we do, Diesel. 

Diesel: And why are the narrow gauge engines here? 

Skarloey: Because we couldn't find Duke to look after the railway. 

Diesel: And why is Duke here? 

Duke: 'Cause Bertram didn't wanna come by himself.

Bertram: *On a flatbed* Hi!

Diesel: And why is everyone else here?

Joey: *sighs* To be honest, Diesel. I think everyone else on Sodor had the same idea.

Diesel: *chuckles* Okay, fair enough.

*Just then, Arthur arrives at Vicarstown with some mail trucks, looking quite out of breath.*

Arthur: Hey, guys! *pants* You're not going to believe what I just found!

Joey: What is it, Arthur?

Arthur: *pants* I found a letter from a certain someone hidden amongst the mailbags in one of the trucks!

Joey: Really? Show me, then!

*Arthur gives Joey the letter, who opens the envelope and reads the message.*

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 sitting outside Kittering Castle, 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've nearly suffered a near-death experience from a corrupt pirate-hating queen based in Vulland in Redwick,
but our first mate managed to get everything fixed up and now she's a princess! So hopefully, we'll stay in her
command until the mission is over.

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 an envelope and puts it in a nearby letterbox.*

Thomas: I hope they get the message in time.

*Scene cuts back to Joey reading the note.*

Joey: Well, won't you look at that? Thomas is alright, he's just been rescued by 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. Scene changes to back at Kittering Castle where the engines are waiting in the alley.*

Leeko: You've got to ask her, guys.

Thomas: We will, Leeko. Don't worry, everything will take care of itself.

James: Come on, it's been a whole night and I'm tired!

*Just then, Queen Nakhta arrives to see the engines off.*

Queen Nakhta: Ah, Mila! Thomas! How nice to see you again.

Mila: Likewise, your majesty.

Thomas: Now we want to ask. You know, since our expedition must continue, do we finally have your permission to depart?

Queen Nakhta: Of course, why wouldn't you?

James: Whoa, really? We can leave? Now? Just like that?

Queen Nakhta: Of course, One just had some preparations to make to ensure my sister's safety. But as of this morning, all's been taken care of.

Thomas: What preparations?

Queen Nakhta: Come with me.

*Queen Nakhta leads the engines and pirates to the ward of Kittering Castle where a huge crowd is gathered.*

Thomas: What's all this?

Duck: Are we having a special coronation?

Edward: I doubt it.

Molly: Well, whatever it is. It sounds exciting.

*The engines stop just outside a curtain where the royal guard is ready to pull a lever.*

Queen Nakhta: Now then, you told one that a pirate named Rourkie had attacked your crew, didn't you?

Thomas: Yes?

Queen Nakhta: And that he killed your captain and tried to destroy your ship?

Mila: That's corrected.

Queen Nakhta: Well... surprise!

*The royal guard pulls the lever and the curtain lifts to find... Rourkie, Mary and Brock hanging on the gallows! The engines all gasp and cringe in horror and disgust, Mila nearly vomits, Leeko faints in Percy's arms.*

Thomas: OH, JESUS CHRIST, MAN! That's horrible! Why would you show us?

Queen Nakhta: We caught his ship just floating around on your trail! He was a tricky one to catch, alright.

Edward: Why on earth would you do this? This should be illegal!

Queen Nakhta: It is, just not in the kingdom. Bilba's word has become the key to keeping one's throne. One can't very well let her get killed on the high seas now, can we? Now, since you're clearly so eager to get on your way,
you can go return to your ship, One'll have Morgana meet you there.

Henry: I think I need a lie down...

Gordon: Count me in, Henry.

*The engines make their way back to the ship, cringing and shuddering at the thought of seeing three dead bodies in one day. But James, Donald and Douglas stay a little bit longer, as they're having a closer look at the bodies. They've
just been given ideas. James steams up to Queen Nakhta and gives her �100.*

James: Here's 100 quid. I'm taking the bodies, you've just given me and the twins some good ideas.

*James, Donald and Douglas steam away with Rourkie, Mary and Brock's dead bodies on their running board. Queen Nakhta looks on in astonishment.*

Queen Nakhta: *thinking* What on earth do they mean by "good ideas"?

*Scene changes back to the ship at dawn. Thomas and Mila are sitting on some barrels feeling sorry for themselves, Toby pulls up, followed by Leeko.*

Toby: What's wrong, guys? Aren't you relieved to know Rourkie's dead?

Leeko: Yeah, I mean that b*****d finally got what he deserved, didn't he?

Thomas: *sighs* Yes, but not like this. Queen Nakhta didn't even know who Rourkie was until we told her. If Rourkie WAS to die, it should've been at the hands of someone actually seeking revenge. Like me, or Mila, or even Morgana.

Leeko: Oh... we hadn't thought about it like that.

*Just then, James steams up wearing woolies all around him. Donald follows up behind with some quills and ink.*

James: Oh, it's not all that bad. Mary's wool is quite useful for knitting stuff.

Donald: Och, and we could use Brock's feathers as quills.

Thomas: *groans* As if this day couldn't get any worse. *notices Douglas* Oh, Douglas, for God's sake. Do you really have to keep Rourkie's arm?!

*Douglas is holding Rourkie's amputated right arm.*

Douglas: It's not an arm, it's my back-scratcher!

*Douglas starts using Rourkie's arm as a back-scratcher. He sighs in satisfaction.*

Leeko: Oh, gross...

Mila: But that's not really what's bothering me. Seeing him hanging like that, I can't help but think about Tam-Tam. Killed the same way, by the same woman on the same week.

Thomas: *sighs* We live in a society. And thanks to us, Tam-Tam's killer has just tightened her grip on power. My boiler just aches and shivers when I think of all the lives the queen will snuff out.

Mila: But we can't yield to that despair, can we? Gathering the coins will change the whole world, Thomas. That'll do more good than just trying to fix this one terrible situation.

Thomas: But what about taking us to Dartmouth? It's been three weeks and I STILL haven't arrived.

Mila: I understand your frustation, Thomas. But given our track record, if we try and meddle again, we might do more than good.

*Just then, Princess Morgana shows up.*

Princess Morgana: So, darlings. Are we about ready to disembark?

Thomas: Of course, Mila. I want you to give her the tour, or worst case scenario, a recap.

Mila: Glad to oblige, Thomas.

*Mila takes Princess Morgana to the captain's quarters whilst Thomas barks out orders to the other engines.*

Thomas: Percy, man the helm. Leeko, chart a course for another lead. James, raise anchor! Duck, Oliver, rig those sails.

Percy: Aye-aye, Thomas!

Leeko: Got it!

James: Right away!

Duck: Yes, sir!

Oliver: On the double!

*The other engines set about getting the ship ready for its next voyage. Scene changes to the ship sailing at dawn, Mila and Princess Morgana drinking tea in the captain's quarters.*

Princess Morgana: What a delightful little ship this is. Of course, this room is something of an exception. What kind of lout keeps their room like this? Looks quite disheveled.

Mila: Well, this would be the captain's quarters, meaning this is your room, Morgana.

Princess Morgana: But I never lived in one, correct? If the past was re-written, why is this room still the same?

Mila: Hmmm... good question. I'm not entirely sure. The coins are quite odd. But I'm sure an answer will present itself at some point.

*Just then, Thomas enters the room.*

Thomas: *yawns* Morning, girls. How's the recap going on?

Princess Morgana: It's going fine, dear Thomas. Of course, you must forgive me for my perpetual inquisitiveness.

Thomas: Oh no, it's fine. You're still the captain, and it's your stuff. So you can still have a look.

Princess Morgana: Thank you, Thomas. Cup of tea?

Thomas: Oh, don't mind if I do, Princess.

*Princess Morgana pours out a cup of tea for Thomas. After that, he puts two lumps of sugar in it and stirs it.*

Princess Morgana: You know, perhaps you ought to not call me that...

Thomas: But you are one... *sips tea*

Princess Morgana: Forgive my indelicacy in asking, Thomas. But I'm attempting to do my best to comprehend the situation. From you and Mila's perspectives, "Princess" Morgana never existed, until recently.

Mila: Well, that's right.

Princess Morgana: My own name is just fine. But since I am your captain now...

Thomas: That may be so, but you're still a princess to me.

Mila: If you say so, captain.

Thomas: Tell you what, I'll come up with a compromise. Should we call you "Captain Princess Morgana"?

Princess Morgana: Hmmm... that sounds just about right. Thank you, Thomas.

Thomas: My pleasure.

Princess Morgana: You know, I just realized something, Thomas. You aren't assuming I'll remain in charge of this ship, are you? I don't know the first thing about sailing, much less piracy.

Mila: I never thought of myself as a pirate either. I was just a sweet little spice merchant when I was pulled on board and the engines were mainly just... well, engines.

Thomas: But we've grown into the role and I'm sure, with time, you will too.

Princess Morgana: Oh my, what infectious optimism you possess, dear Mila and Thomas. But I really don't know this ship, or your crew, or your lives. If you are to succeed in your little mission, you need a leader who can lead.
And perhaps one day, the time will be fitting for me to ask for this room back. In the meantime, I'll rest a little easier knowing the ship is in capable hands.

Thomas: We'll leave everthing just as you left it, if that's okay with you.

Princess Morgana: Oh yes please, Thomas. It's quite peculiar, this sensation I'm feeling. This woman you say I once was, I'd love to know her. She's all around us and yet she can't speak.

*Just then, Oliver, Percy and Leeko knock and enter.*

Oliver: Hey guys, I hope we're not disturbing you.

Princess Morgana: No, that's quite alright. I was just asking Mila and Thomas here. Who, exactly, was the Morgana you knew? I can't exactly surmise that she was a gentle creature, is that so?

*Leeko and Oliver exchange nervous looks. Mila and Thomas do the same.*

Mila: Um... well...

Princess Morgana: No? Well, of course. It should've been obvious from these quarters.

Percy: I could tell you.

Princess Morgana: Really? Well, what gentle soul needs so many knives?

Percy: Oh, it's absolutely way wackier than you think. The Morgana WE knew wasn't always a captain. Back when she served under Darious' orders, she was the first mate.

Oliver: And her species? Well, she wasn't really a... whatever you call youself. She was a bat, she had wings, fangs, that sort of s**t.

Mila: Yeah, Morgana may not have been gentle, but she was very brave from what I know.

Thomas: Quite a bit of a snobby b***h if I ever saw one.

Leeko: Yeah, and another good thing... she... uh... always spoke her mind?

Oliver: Yeah, that's right. She was always full of ideas, crazy ideas.

Princess Morgana: My father always said "discretion is the better part of valor". Did she... do I... have any family I can visit to learn more?

Thomas: Ohhhh... unfortunately, since everyone's memories have changed. They probably wouldn't recognize you.

Leeko: Or ever remember that the old Morgana even existed.

Percy: Yeah, and even if you never changed. You still wouldn't have parents. They'd be dead.

Princess Morgana: Oh my, how absolutely dreadful! At least if she'd been killed in battle or something, she could be properly missed by her loved ones. Could you tell me about her childhood, So at least I can remember for her?

Leeko: If I recall correctly, Morgana was born inside a jail. At a young age, she was abducted by bloodthirsty pirates and raised to be one of them.

Percy: That pirate was Rourkie, who the queen managed to kill.

Oliver: Later, she was rescued and brought onto this ship by Darious, who she always admired as a mentor. Which us engines have done the same to him, and to Morgana.

Princess Morgana: That's quite dreary indeed. But this Darious sounds like a fine fellow, when will I get the pleasure of making his acquaintance?

Thomas: That's the thing, you can't. He's dead, he was killed in a battle with Rourkie three weeks ago.

Princess Morgana: Oh... what a grand adventure it's been for you, hmmm? What lives of wonder and merriment you must all lead. One of your crewmembers shot by pirates, another hanged by my sister's hand, and your Morgana's life
was erased entirely.

Oliver: Don't forget about me, I was turned into a wolf by animal magic.

Leeko: And Henry and Gordon got crushed by a falling statue.

Percy: And Thomas and Mila nearly got possessed by a ghost!

Mila: We all knew there would be risks.

Princess Morgana: Risks? Risks?! What terribly efficient little euphemism. I'm sorry, I must be needing some comforting right now.

Leeko: We'll take the cake. Don't worry.

*As Leeko and Oliver comfort Princess Morgana, Thomas, Percy and Mila go out onto the deck.*

Mila: How did your explanation go so wrong?

Percy: Well, what if it didn't?

Mila: What do you mean, Percy?

Percy: Princess Morgana's right, Mila. Our lives really are miserable. Mostly outside of Sodor.

Thomas: Yeah, it's been falling apart ever since the journey to Dartmouth went into a complete disaster.

Mila: Oh, don't you start, you two. We still have each other, and we still have Morgana, even if she is a little different. We can't ever give up hope.

*Just then, the engines all arrive with sombre looks on their faces, knowing something is wrong. Princess Morgana, Leeko and Oliver arrive too.*

Thomas: Alright everyone, Since a funeral is impossible, I wanted us to have a moment of silence honouring our fallen comrade, Tam-Tam.
She was a young explorer, skills with sarcasm at a second to none and a devoted good friend to all of us engines. We might not've had succeeded
if she wasn't there, but she helped to turn the Dread Pirates' life around and make them continue on the greatest ambition in their lives. Amen.

Engines and Pirates: Amen.

*The engines all get back to work, Thomas turns to Mila, Princess Morgana and Leeko.*

Thomas: Morgana, you were right earlier. This HAS a been a difficult journey. But if we gave up, all the sacrifices that we made would've been in vain.

Mila: I know that Tam-Tam and Darious would want us to go on, and our Morgana told us that's what she wanted too.

Princess Morgana: I only wish I could've intervened before Tam-Tam's demise. Please, do tell me about her, were she and I close?

Leeko: Eh... well...

Thomas: Nope, not entirely. You two didn't always see eye to eye.

Princess Morgana: But you, Mila, Leeko and the engines were always quite fond of my company I assume?

Leeko: Yeah, but not always...

Princess Morgana: *sighs* Dear me, I was absolutely dreadful, wasn't I?

Mila: Of course not, maybe a little rough around the edges but we were all growing closer with time. Just as I'm sure we'll grow closer with time to you, that's the important thing.

*Thomas, Mila, Morgana and Leeko go back to work. 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, to find the seventh coin.

*Princess Morgana is talking with Thomas, Mila, Leeko, Percy, James, Gordon, Duck, Donald, Douglas, Emily and Abigail.*

Emily: So... we're really going to a pie shop?

Princess Morgana: Not just a pie shop, Emily. One rumoured to be the most sumptuous in all of Ilfracombe.

Donald: Och aye, I didn't realize you had such a sweet tooth, cap'n princess.

Princess Morgana: It's not merely about the food, of course. My sister had her eye on this place.

Thomas: Why was that?

Princess Morgana: There were rumours that enchantments were afoot here.

Gordon: Enchantments? Pah, if they're rumours, they're rumours. And you shouldn't listen to them.

Abigail: Well, what kind of enchantments?

Princess Morgana: The kind which might engender unsettling questions, Abigail.

Percy: Could you be a little more specific? I'm not sure I understand this "stiff-upper-lip" talk.

Princess Morgana: To be perfectly frank, I didn't really much pay much attention to the briefing, Percy. My sister was the one who was obsessing over those things, not I. So why should an engine with an eyepatch spend his time answer questions he doesn't
know the answer to?

Percy: *blinks in astonishment at Princess Morgana's question.* I withdraw my question...

Leeko: Do you really think the coins are boring?

Princess Morgana: Hardly. It was an issue not of interest, but of motivation. I've never been much for politics. Bilba and Nakhta can fight forever as far as I'm concerned.

Percy: Really? Because if I wanted them stop fighting. I could just smack their heads together, works like a charm.

Thomas: Alright, we've heard enough. Let's go and find this pie-shop.

*Thomas and the Steam Team set off from the ship. They find it in no time at all. They soon enter the door of the pie-shop where Kate, a black cat in baker's clothing, walks over to them.*

Kate: Howdy, folks. Welcome to Kate's Cafe - the finest and most sumptuous bakery in Ilfracoombe.

Leeko: *mutters* You took the words right out of Morgana's mouth, you know that?

Kate: Excuse me?

Leeko: *blushes because he's been busted.* Nothing, nothing! Seems like a nice place... slip of the tongue.

Abigail: Hmm... Not the busy hour around here, I take it?

Kate: Well, technically speakin' it's only 9am. I recently... ah... acquired this establishment from another owner. But he mainly had lower prices and much lower quality pies?
If my high prices keep the riff-raff out, well, so much the better.

Mila: Well, we're not interested in pies at the moment. Have you seen this coin before?

*Mila takes the coin from around her neck and shows it to Kate, who gives out a horrified look on her face.*

Kate: Er... of course not! You must've had me confused with someone else, I'm a baker, not a banker. If you want to find a bank, there's a Tesco Bank ATM just in the outer skirts of town,
can't be missed.

Gordon: Are you absolutely, positively certain of that? Think carefully before you answer.

Kate: Yes, yes! I don't know anythin' about any coins.

Donald: Och, Methinks the lady protests too much.

Douglas: Aye!

Kate: Look, let's just say the coin isn't on the menu, okay?

Thomas: Then why is it written there?

*Thomas points to the menu, Kate looks up to find out that someone has scribbled the word "coin" under strawberry pie. She, Mila, Princess Morgana and Leeko all look at Percy, who's
holding a black Sharpie pen.*

Percy: Well, I thought, you know, someone would buy it.

Mila: Either way, that coin is very important to us.

Kate: You need to have it and I need to keep it! We all have our needs, don't we?

James: And what do you need it for?

Kate: I... uh... It's a memento from my recently departed mentor. You understand, right?

Thomas: Having lost friends on our journey is one I certainly do sympathize but we can't take no for answer.

Kate: Well, you've got to start sometime, don't ya?

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.

Kate: Ma'am, I'll have you know bakin' has been my dream since I was a little girl, I wouldn't trade it for anythin' in the world. The truth is, I know why you're so interested, and it's why I won't give my coin up, no matter what.
That coin is the reason why I'm such a success.

Emily: Well, if you are a success, how come you've never been on The Great British Bake-Off?

Kate: Thanks to this coin, I know that one day I'll be able to serve food to the noblest of the noble. Maybe, one day, even the royal family.

Princess Morgana: *walks forward.* Well, it's quite fortunate for you.

Thomas: Ah yes, this here is Princess Morgana.

Princess Morgana: CAPTAIN Princess Morgana, at your service.

Kate: *gazes in astonishment* No... oh my goodness, It really IS you!

Princess Morgana: I would be honoured, no... delighted... to help your dream come true. I'll sample whatever you'd like, and if you're as good as you say you are, I'll ask that the palace bring you on full time.
But of course, in exchange, we'll be needing that coin.

Kate: Of course! Anythin' for you, my princess.

Leeko: Now, wait just a minute. Something smells fishy in here.

Percy: *sniffs the air* I don't smell any fish, only bread and cakes and pies.

Kate: And all I smell is fresh cherries and warm butter. Now, would anyone like to assist the princess in a taste test?

Duck: I'll do it!

Leeko: Duck, wait! Don't eat that! It could be a trick of some kind, you can never be too careful.

Princess Morgana: Oh, Leeko. Have you become paranoid that you'll deprive yourself of life's simplest pleasures?

Duck: Yeah, cap'n princess has a point. Let some of us have the spotlight.

Mila: But... maybe...

Princess Morgana: Oh please, can't me and Duck do at least one little thing on our own?

Thomas: You know, guys. There doesn't appear to be another way that doesn't involve violence. Besides, Morgana is right, it's just pie. Go on, try a bite!

Leeko: But the pie could be poisoned.

Duck: Oh, Leeko! You worry too much. What's the worst that can happen?

*Princess Morgana takes a bite of one pie, Duck does the same.*

Princess Morgana: Mmmmm, it really is the most sumptuous pie in the world.

Duck: Yeah, so sumptuous. Dear God, I must have another. *eats another pie*

Thomas: Erm... Morgana... Duck... I don't think...

Princess Morgana: This is amazing, I've got to have more. *eats yet another pie*

Emily: But, guys... you... you...

Princess Morgana: *groans* I never felt so full, but I can't stop now... *eats more pies*

James: ... Morgana, Duck, what are you doing?

*Princess Morgana and Duck keeps eating the pies. But whilst they're doing so, they're suddenly gaining lots of weight. Percy steams over towards them.*

Percy: Morgana... Duck... you're...

Duck: Leave me alone, Percy. I'm starving! *eats even more pies.*

Percy: But... BUT...

Mila: Morgana! Duck! The coin must have you under its spell!

Thomas: By jove, she's right!

Princess Morgana: Oh, please! I'm eating! *eats more pies.* Just... one... more...

*Princess Morgana is just about to eat one last pie before Thomas covers her mouth to stop from eating.*

Thomas: Oh no, you don't! *struggles to restrain Princess Morgana.* You... had... too... much.

*Suddenly, Princess Morgana lets out a long burp and eventually burps out the coin hidden in the pie. She catches it in her hand.*

Princess Morgana: I've found the coin!

James: Morgana and Duck, look at yourselves. You guys look like The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) during his hangover.

Princess Morgana: So...? *looks down at her body, for she has gained so much weight from eating all the pies.* Oh my God... what's happened to me? I... I...

Duck: *notices his body has gained so much weight from eating the pies.* No.... NO! I've lost my Great Westerness! My beautiful pannier tanks, gone from a 57 to a 94!

Donald: Told you that would happen, lad. Now look at yourself!

Douglas: I knew something was up. Och, we tried to warn you.

Kate: Dreadfully sorry, my princess. That just keeps happenin'.

Princess Morgana: *chuckles* "That just keeps happening"? So you're saying this is a recurring problem, but one you never considered mentioning?

Kate: Well, I thought I got this batch right!

Mila: It's the coins, Morgana. Become what you seek...

Princess Morgana: So... uh... how do I undo this?

Mila: You can't. Believe me, this isn't the first time something like this has happened...

Gordon: Wait... are you saying I'm going to be crippled forever?

Mila: Not forever, Gordon. Your wounds will heal up eventually.

Duck: What about me? I just ate several pies and now I could be at risk of obesity!

Thomas: Don't worry, I'm sure we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Duck. There's GOT to be a way to reverse the side effects of this.

Kate: Well, at least you found it delicious. Could you still put in a good word with me at the palace?

Princess Morgana: I certainly could... but, I also, just as certainly, won't.

Mila: But we can't afford to take risks when the coin is involved, Morgana.

James: That's because you didn't do it right, Kate! We're taking that coin and YOU'RE not gonna stop us.

Kate: You big ugly brute. Are you goin' to rob me?

James: That's right! I'm not eating anything! You're handing over that coin, right now! Or I'm going to do something VERY ILLEGAL!

Leeko: We didn't agree to that, what James actually means is... it's for your own good!

Kate: Talkin' to the princess is for my own good.

James: Oh, boo-hoo! See if I care, mate!

Mila: Please, James. Just let...

James: No, you heard what cap'n princess said. Now you gave her the chonkies.

Kate: Servin' royalty is my dream! And you want to take that away from me? How dare you, you miserable beast of a p***k!

James: I'm not messing around, b***h. Just give me that coin and no-one gets hurt!

Kate: Oh, I'll give it to you, alright...

James: Wait... I'm getting a crusade...

*But before James can finish, Kate yeets a pie right into his face. As soon as the pie tray falls onto the floor, James' face is covered with boysenberry.*

Percy: *chuckles* Oh, you didn't! Remove the chain, 'cos that's off it.

James: *crosses his arms in disgust.* I HATE boysenberry. *blows raspberry.*

Princess Morgana: Oh, my dear James. It's exactly what we feared.

Thomas: Yeah, it's happened a lot.

Gordon: How dare she assault our crew. Fattening up Duck and throwing a pie in James' face. We should take this woman into custody, throw her in prison.

*Percy, James, Duck, Emily, Donald and Douglas all agree.*

Kate: No, please! I didn't mean it. I was just so upset that I couldn't serve you, my princess.

James: But you just did...

Thomas: Look, revenge isn't our way, James. I'm not happy about what she did, but throwing her in jail isn't going to make Leeko, Duck and Morgana all better... *snaps fingers* ...like that.

Princess Morgana: Well then, what is?

Mila: Unfortunately, there isn't any way.

Kate: It serves you right!

James: Oh, shut up. We're grabbing the coin and going... *takes the coin.* I bid you good day.

*The engines all leave the pie-shop, with a chubby Morgana and Duck and a pie-faced James. But then, Princess Morgana quickly races back to the store.*

Princess Morgana: Excuse me... er... Think I should grab a few more pies for the road ahead...? I mean, if we have the coin, they might be safe, right...?

Kate: After what's happened, do you really want to risk that?

Princess Morgana: I guess not, but I'm already so hungry again! *takes some pies.* Cheers love! Oh, almost forgot...

*Princess Morgana takes out a �20 note and gives it to Kate. Princess Morgana quickly takes her pies and leaves before rushing off to join the others. Scene changes to back on the ship where Edward, Henry, Oliver, Nia and Chloe are waiting for the others. Soon, the engines arrive back on deck.*

Thomas: Sorry, we took so long, guys. We...

Oliver: OH MY GOD! What the hell happened to you, Duck?!

Duck: You want my advice, Oliver? DON'T EAT ILFRACOOMBE PIES!

Oliver: And I thought you crashing into the barber's shop was bad enough.

Duck: I know!

Thomas: No, it was my fault. I should've warned Morgana about what the coins are capable of in more detail.

*James pulls up to the deck, almost tipping over because Princess Morgana's weight gain is proving to be too heavy for him to carry.*

James: *groans* Well no s**t, Sherlock!

*Scene changes to inside the captain's quarters where Thomas, Mila and Princess Morgana are talking.*

Thomas: I'm sorry, Morgana. I didn't think this plan through. I hope you aren't mad at me.

Princess Morgana: Oh, it's quite alright, Thomas. At least, this time, I only lost my figure and not my mind.

Mila: That's one way of looking at it. But Morgana, your figure has hardly been lost, hasn't it? Just because you're... *clears throat* a bit bigger doesn't mean your beauty has been diminished.

Princess Morgana: What do you mean?

Thomas: Well, you might know this. But not all of us E2 Class engines like myself had side tanks.

Princess Morgana: So you consumed enchanted pie too?

Thomas: Nope, I was always built like that.

Princess Morgana: You were built, and not born? I'll confess, I like the sound of that, but I'm not entirely sure what I understand.

Thomas: I don't completely understand either. But my point is, I'm happy with who I am. And some things are a little more difficult for me too. I do feel suffering pangs from my annoyance a little more often, And I can't pull as many coaches or trucks
as the bigger engines, but I also feel a little warmer on cold nights, and I like feeling really useful.

Mila: I like my fur feeling soft and cuddly, but there's usually no-one to stroke it. I'm also one of those cats who purrs everytime they get petted.

Thomas: And I feel more beautiful and content looking in a mirror than I ever did back in my old days at Brighton.

Princess Morgana: That's a very lovely sentiment, Thomas. I suppose I shouldn't really feel bad for what happened. The truth is, you two, nobody forced me and Duck to try that pie, Matter of fact, Leeko and James nearly
snatched them out of my hands, didn't they? I volunteered of my own volition.

Thomas: Why did you? Is it just because you were curious to what it tasted like?

Princess Morgana: I was a little... but no, of course that's not the principal reason. That person I used to be, Captain Morgana, you told me she was capable. Tough as nails, someone who led you on your journey to find
these coins. Who sacrificed her own life in order to rescue her crewmates. Well, I've never been anything like that myself. But I've always lived the shadow of my sisters. I've never even attempted top do anything of real importance.
But when you told me about this ship... Well, I knew I had to take my chance. I don't bregrudge Kate for what happened. She's a kindred spirit after all. She also longed for her moment in the sun, and took desperate chances of her own.
When Leeko warned me about her, the danger only added to the excitement that thundered through my veins. If the situation was dangerous, all the better to prove myself to my crew and to prove to myself that I was worthy of this moment.
You must think me heedless and injudicious, don't you?

Mila: No, we don't. Why would we think that?

Princess Morgana: Don't insult my intellect. I just compared your dashing heroism, risking life and limb every day, to being brave enouhg to eat an enchanted pie.
If that's the height of my bravery, well... I'll never be anything like the Morgana you once knew.

Thomas: Acutally, you're much more like her than you know.

Princess Morgana: I am?

Mila: Her life was about re-invention too. She lived most of her life as a pirate - a real pirate, not like us. When she was rescued by Darious, she had to learn how to become a totally
different person. Then, when her mentor died, she had to learn to become a captain of this crew, from a new mentor called Thomas.

Thomas: Exactly, she had to gain the trust of people whom she herself distrusted, and often, mistreated.

Princess Morgana: Why, thank you, Thomas and Mila.

Thomas: For what?

Princess Morgana: For helping me remember myself, Thomas. The good, the bad, the ugly and for telling me the truth about who I am and who I was, for that I will always be eternally grateful.

Thomas: That's alright. Glad to be really useful.

*Thomas and Mila leave the captain's quarters to make sure the engines are working well on deck. Just then, 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, Leeko calls from the bottom deck.*

Leeko: Hey, guys! 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's going to be worth it.

Belson: Quite so, sir. But, brother... are you really sure you want to go out on the main line again? Us Metrovicks aren't as popular as we used to be.

BoCo: Oh, we'll be alright, Belson. It's only South West England they've gone to.

Belson: I suppose.

Lanky: I'm worried for my cousin, James. I hope he's doing alright, I shouldn't like to see his paint grubby.

Amy: I don't think anyone does, Lanky. But we're doing our best.

Sandy: We've tackled long trips like this before. We can definitely do it again!

Gothenburg: Well then, good luck if you need it.

Sandy: Couldn't agree more myself, Gothenburg.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Well then, thank you for letting us stay the night. We have to be on our way.

Joey: Oh, yes. Thanks for all your needs, guys. Really appreciate.

Jimmy: Don't mention it.

Gothenburg: Happy to help.

Belson: Be good!

*The search party depart for their next destination on finding the Steam Team.*

Diesel: So, Joey. If we can't find the steamies, what will be the last place we'll look before we give up hope?

Joey: I say we should look into Dartmouth. The engines there still need help with their work done.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Quite right, Joey. *turns to the other engines.* Alright, you lot. Get your pistons pumping and boilers bubbling. We've got some steam engines to find!

*Scene changes to inside the captain's quarters on The Pirate's Fate where Thomas, Mila, Princess Morgana, Leeko, Percy, Molly, Abigail, Duck and Jade are gathered. Leeko is holding up a map.*

Leeko: 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, Leeko. Did you draw it yourself?

Duck: Don't be silly, Molly. If I know Leeko, his penmanship is usually awful. Hence why he's the cartographer.

Princess Morgana: And why did you place your mark at those coordinates in particular?

Leeko: I didn't make the X. Duck's right, my penmanship is awful. It just... showed up on its own. After we got that last coin!

Thomas: Interesting, perhaps this is a sign we need to find this place. Who know what will be waiting for us?

Percy: And the fact that Rourkie isn't around to attack us means we can complete the mission in peace.

Thomas: You're right, Percy. This must be a signal of some kind. We must be getting closer to the end of our journey. Let's chart a course.

Leeko: Right away, Thomas. Where shall we go?

Thomas: Well, it looks like somewhere near... Woolacombe? Where is that?

Leeko: Well, I have to warn you, Thomas. Woolacombe is one of those places in South West England that doesn't have a rail network. So just be mindful about where you're
going.

Thomas: Oh, thanks for the heads-up, Leeko!

*Thomas and the gang head up to the deck. Holly is looking through a telescope, she whistles when she sees something.*

Holly: Land ahoy, captain Thomas! Woolacoombe in sight, off the starboard bow.

Thomas: Splendid, we'll make landfall in a few seconds. Donald, Douglas, rig those sails and set course for Woolacoombe!

*Donald and Douglas rig the sails, as the wind blows, the ship sails towards the distant land faster than it has gone before.*

Thomas: Excellent, crew. We're making our final move splendidly. James, get ready to drop anchor. Chloe, set sail into port.

Chloe: Aye-aye, Thomas!

*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.

Mila: I thought you guys already knew how to dock a ship by now.

Chloe: They do... but I don't.

*The Steam Team disembark from the ship.*

Gordon: So... where are we?

Mila: We're in Woolacombe, Gordon. *points to a nearby library.* Our final lead should be in this library here. We should ask Indigo Jack, he's the librarian of this place.

Thomas: So you know him? Well, There's no time to lose, guys. Come on, let's go!

*The Steam Team make their way into the library. As the crew enter the library, Indigo Jack, a shark librarian, walks out.*

Indigo Jack: Hello, and welcome to the Library of Forbidden Knowledge, please try not to... Ah! It's you, I was wondering when you and your crew would show up.

Mila: *whispering* Glad to be here, Indigo.

Indigo Jack: Not you, her! Princess Morgana, I've been expecting you.

Princess Morgana: *whispering* I'm glad you recognize me, Indigo Jack. Though my comrades and I would most graciously appreciate it if you brought us to the coins.

Indigo Jack: Errr... that already? Are you sure you wouldn't rather check out the new magic mirror we have upstairs?

Mila: *whispering* That would be nice but perhaps another time. Right now, Us Dread Pirates, Princess Morgana and the Steam Team have got a date with destiny.

Indigo Jack: Hmmm... good point, I can't argue with that.

Thomas: What do you me-

Librarian (not seen): Shhhh! This is a library!

Thomas: *whispering* Oh... sorry. *turns to Indigo Jack.* As I was asking, what do you mean?

Indigo Jack: Wait and see...

*Indigo Jack claps his hands and in a instance, the engines and pirates vanish in a puff of smoke. Thomas, Mila and Princess Morgana open a door where the pirates and engines find themselves
inside a cafe.*

Thomas: Where are we?

Leeko: Looks like a cafe of some kind. But why would they place a cafe in a library?

Princess Morgana: Hmmm... the architecture is quite unfamiliar. There's certainly nothing with this motif in the crown's realm.

Thomas: You're right. There's a walkaway over there. Maybe once we're outside, we can try to spot our ship.

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates make their way through the corridors. But they end up in the cafe again.*

Thomas: Huh? That's odd, we're back where we started.

Percy: But... but...

Abigail: How is this possible?

Mila: This can't be right, we were just here.

Bertha: I think I see where this going, this reminds me of that World 7-4 from Super Mario Bros. You know, the one with the repeating castle stage?

Thomas: Oh yeah, Joey and Mario told me about that.

Princess Morgana: That hallway certainly is peculiar, to say the least. It looks like another identical room is just up ahead.

Toby: Let me try something. You lot stay here, I'll go and see what happens.

*Toby bravely makes his way down the corridor. Princess Morgana, Mila, Leeko and Thomas watch in nerve.*

Princess Morgana: How dreadfully odd this all is.

Thomas: Couldn't agree more.

Princess Morgana: But I'm sure you've navigated through more confounding places in your prior adventures, haven't you?

Leeko: Oh, yes. Funny you should mention that. We...

*But before Leeko could reply, Toby rings his bell in astonishment.*

Toby: Guys! Come quick! I've found a castaway!

*The gang make their way to the next room to find that Toby did indeed find a castaway, who's a pirate called Mako.*

Mako: Oh dear, there's more of you.

Thomas: What's wrong with twenty-one steam engines?

Toby: That's what I said, didn't I?

Mako: Yes, but I'd hope these friends of yours were imaginary, or at least that you were losing your mind.

Thomas: They're not imaginary, if they were. Would I do this?

*Thomas picks up Leeko by his ear, he yelps in pain.*

Leeko: Owowowowowow! Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!

*Thomas puts Leeko down and turns to Mako.*

Mako: Well, I suppose that is true. If they're not imaginary, that's worse...

Thomas: But why on earth would you hope for something like that?

Mako: *sighs* Because, as far as I'm concerned, the fewer people trapped down here, the better.

Duck: Wait a minute... did we just hear you say... "trapped"?

Mako: Well, there's nothing wrong with your hearing.

Thomas: So... you mean...?

Mako: Do you really need me to spell things out further than that? Surely you've started to put these pieces together.

Edward: I've certainly conceived of a theory or two, but given the rather obvious fact that you've been down here a great deal longer than us, we'd appreciate it if you did, indeed, tell us what's what down here.

Mako: What's there to tell? If you've seen one room, you've seen them all. No matter how far you go, no matter which way you go. They never end.

Thomas: Wait... so you're saying... There's no way out. It's a never-ending...

Mako: Yes... It's never-ending, they call it "The Infinite Cafe".

*The engines and pirates gasp and exclaim in horror.*

Princess Morgana: This is horrible, we can't all be stuck forever in the same place over and over again.

Duck: Well, that would explain the twists and turns we've gone down there.

Chloe: WE'RE GONNA DIE! WE NEVER EVEN GOT THE CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE!

Percy: Joey and the others will be really worried sick about us!

Mako: I don't see why you need to keep asking me to repeat myself. Seems like you understand me perfectly well, young tank engines. If you have any real
questions, well, I'm all ears.

Thomas: How did you even get in here?

Mako: My crew and I were on a journey, hunting for the wizard's treasures. One day, we simply woke up here. I don't even know how or why, But now we're all lost souls.

Thomas: And none of you have managed to learn anything?

Mako: Well, no. Only that the rooms go on forever.

Percy: How can you be sure that they go on forever? You'd need an infinite amount of time to test that, don't you?

Mako: True enough. I haven't been here quite that long, only about over 400 years ago, give or take.

Thomas: 400 YEARS? You'd probably must be already dead by now.

Mako: Yes, and I suppose I ought to spend the next billion years walking in a single direction, just to make absolutely sure the rooms go on forever. Is that what you think?
Or will you lot still be around then, telling me I need to make it a googol before I issue such a bold pronouncement?

Percy: I thought Google was an internet company.

Duck: No, that's something else. Anyway, where is the "crew" you speak of?

Mako: Well, who knows? After we went our separate ways, we never found each other again. Speaking of that, I'll be moving along now...

Thomas: No! Don't go! We have so much more to ask you! You might not know us, but we're really useful engines and we NEVER GIVE UP! No matter what the situation is.

Mako: Hmmm... now that you mentioned it. Very well then, I do need at least some company for the next year or so.

Mila: And who's going to take that position?

Toby: I'll do it! After all, Mako seems to be having a hard time. He didn't hear about us until I saw him.

Mako: Thank you, Toby. You're all the interest I need.

Toby: Anytime!

*Toby makes his way down the corridor. He looks back on the others.*

Toby: I'm sure if we retrace our wheels, we might find be able to reunite the crew for good!

*Mila watches Toby disappear round a bend in the corridor.*

Mila: *sighs* If only he knew...

Thomas: That's it? That's going to be our fate? Wandering around aimlessly for the next million years?

Leeko: I just can't believe it that too, Thomas!

Mila: Of course not, guys. This place was supposed to be dangerous, not impossible. Just because Mako and Toby haven't found a way out doesn't mean we won't.

Princess Morgana: Neither can I, something about his story seemed a little... should I say... odd? You'd think, after having endured such a punishingly long
confinement in such a monotonous place, he'd be a little more interested in getting to know new visitors.

Leeko: Well, he did say he wasn't happy to see us here at all, since we're doomed too.

Princess Morgana: Deep melancholia I could fathom, but his mood was closer to brusque annoyance.

Percy: The wha-?

Edward: But what if he was just putting on a brave front? Trying to hide his true sadness with indifference. We should go back and try to talk to him again, cheer him up.

Duck: Toby's already got that covered, and why would we want to cheer him up ourselves?

Mila: Because he might have more information for us, if we're going to found our way out of here, I'm sure it's through cooperation.

Thomas: Well, nothing is stopping us from finding a way out of here before I do, let's move on to the next room.

*Thomas blows his whistle and sets off, whilst the engines and pirates follow. At the next room, they can't find Toby and Mako.*

Mila: Huh? Where did he go?

Thomas: You mean Toby? I haven't the slightest clue either.

James: Oh God, does that mean he's lost?!

Rebecca: Of course not, James. Toby did say we should retrace our wheels.

Rosie: But we did go a different way, so we are two corridors behind him.

Leeko: Hard to say, he did have a bit of a head start on us.

Princess Morgana: The presence of one man suggests another may be likely. Why not wander to and from until we find someone else?

Mila: But I don't want to find someone else, I want to find Mako and Toby. I can't rest until I've helped lightened Mako's spirits.

Thomas: Well, let's go back the other way.

*Thomas blows his whistle and sets off, whilst the engines and pirates follow back the way they came. But when they arrive at the same room, Toby and Mako STILL aren't here.*

Mila: Oh, he's not here either!

Percy: Wait, I just realized something... There shouldn't BE a next room.

Thomas: Okay? And how's that?

Percy: Well, the corridor out of this room curves to the left. Just like the last few rooms, you can only make so many left-hand turns without finding
your way back to where you started.

Duck: An interesting theory, Percy. We shouldn't be going the wrong way, we should go the Great Western way. *turns to Princess Morgana.* It's my way of saying the right way.

Mila: Very good, Duck. Percy, lead the way.

*Percy blows his whistle and sets off, whilst the engines and pirates follow. It isn't long before they come to the same room again.*

Mila: It's no good, we'll never find them.

Thomas: I've got an idea, If we split up, we could cover more ground and try BOTH directions.

Gordon: Agreed. A sound strategy. Some of us will go left, and some of us turn to the right.

Mila: I don't see how that's going to work, Gordon. We might never even find each other again...

Thomas: Not to worry, Mila. We'll stay in groups, each travelling different directions. Then we'll retrace our steps and meet in the middle.

Duck: Assuming there even IS a middle to a place like this...

Thomas: We all have to make some assumptions and take some risks if we want to escape, Duck.

Leeko: I'm sure that's just what Mako's crew said to themselves, right before they all walked their seperate ways.

Gordon: What are you going on about? Thomas is talking about assumptions here, Leeko.

Leeko: And I'VE got an assumption for you, Gordon. This really is the Infinite Cafe.

James: Okay, we get it!

Thomas: What? Be rational for a moment...

Leeko: Is there any "rational" reason why we can't stick together?

Thomas: Well, I refuse to live my life out of fear like that and to be so timid that I can't take a risk because I might fail. We're splitting up. We're going in either threes, fours or even fives.
But this means I'll probably have to go over the movie's time limit...

*Thomas, the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates split up to find a way. Meanwhile, Rosie, Princess Morgana and Oliver are finding a way through the corridors where they meet a dragon pirate warrior.*

Rosie: Hello there, sir. You seem lost.

Dragon: Hello. You're right there, missy. I'm Shentian.

Princess Morgana: So, been here long?

Shentian: Well, I don't have to ask ye the same question. Anyone still trying to cover despair with humour obviously hasn't been here long at all.

Princess Morgana: You'll forgive us for our impertinence, Shentian.

Shentian: Hey, we're all stuck here. We all have our different ways of coping with it.

Oliver: Hey, we're still looking for a way out.

Shentian: Denial, eh? Well, lad. As I said, to each his own.

Rosie: Oh never mind, have you seen this guy called Mako? Hard to place his species exactly...

Shentian: I don't think so, but I knew the lad well. Wherever he is, it's no use to look for him here.

Princess Morgana: He was accompanied by some strange looking wooden shed on wheels. You know, who called himself a "tram engine"?

Shentian: Doesn't ring a bell.

Oliver: Ironically, he actually has one!

Shentian: Oh, fair enough. But ye wouldn't find them here or there.

Rosie: What do you mean?

Shentian: This place just goes on forever, I was the commander of fifty sailors when I arrived.
But one by one, we all went our seperate ways. We can wander and wander from time to time, but we can't seem to find one another again. I don't even know
how many of them are still alive, lad.

Princess Morgana: Mako said he'd been here for the past 400 years. From that, I gathered that the aging process is somehow arrested in this place.

Shentian: That's true, unfortunately.

Oliver: What's unfortunate about that?

Shentian: Well, if it wasn't, at least I could see my comrades again.

Oliver: How? I... I don't understand.

Shentian: If we could all be permitted to grow old and die here, like we would in
any other prison, then at least I'd be able to look forward to rejoining my comrades. In the Great Beyond, that is. Before we were lost here, I commanded all my
men to all kinds of terrible tasks.

Rosie: Oh come on... really?

Shentian: Well, charging through beaches filled with enemy soldiers, Sieging castles, battling pirates on the high seas. But throughout it all, I at least
had the comfort of knowing that when one of my crew died, he or she would be in a better place. Half the time, I was practically jealous. How pathetic is that?
To envy the dead...

Oliver: I don't think that's pathetic, those war heroes fought for our country!

Shentian: And I must say, I cannot blame ye! Yer more than kind.

Rosie: Tell you what, it sounds like you've been alone for a long, long time. We'll gladly keep you company until we can figure a way out of here.

Shentian: No thank ye, laddie. I can't bear to hear any of that kind of optimism. I had hope when I first arrived and losing it was hard. I don't want to be there to see that flame flicker out of ye, the way it did in me.
The Great Beyond, that's all I want to trouble myself with. Ye can take care, lads. I'll be alright.

Rosie: Are you sure? This could be a once-in-a-lifetime thing to get you into the Great Beyond and I'm not joking. If Oliver and Morgana could try and find a way out. I'm pretty sure we will too.

Oliver: Well, I don't know about that but it's worth a try.

Shentian: Alright then, lad. Show me what you can do.

Oliver: You don't have to go now, do you?

Princess Morgana: You'll lose your way, and end up like Toby and Mako!

Rosie: It's a risk worth trying to do, guys. I'm sure we'll meet the other engines along the way.

*Shentian climbs into Rosie's cab. Before long, she, Oliver and Princess Morgana part ways.*

Oliver: Hmmm... a curious belief. Curious and without any evidence.

Princess Morgana: Must a religious belief be substantiated by evidence in order for it to be meaningful to the one who holds it, right Oliver?

Oliver: You know, Morgana. Thomas and Mila did recall to me that you once declared religion to be stupid and dangerous.

Princess Morgana: How preposterous! What about the role it serves in creating a sense of identity and unity amongst others?

Oliver: You know, if only the new you and the old you could debate each other, we engines would be PAY to see that. But right now, instead of debating, we should
be trying to help people. None of us could find Mako and Toby, and Rosie is already taking care of Shentian. We'll have to try harder. I'm sure once we do, we'll find the answers
we're looking for!

*Scene changes to Leeko, Duck, Henry and James, finding their way out. They haven't gone far when they meet a young cat, feeling very sorry for himself. Duck blows his whistle
to attract the cat's attention.*

Duck: Hello. Have you seen anyone around here lately?

Cat: No... I try to avoid it, mate. I'm Eth, by the way.

Henry: What do you mean?

Eth: I just don't really like talkin' to other lost souls, mate.

James: Lost souls?

Eth: My little nickname for everyone else trapped in here. I had a crew, but we've seperated.

Duck: Do you miss them?

Eth: I feel kind of guilty just thinkin' about it, but... honestly, no.

James: And what do you mean by that?

Eth: If only that was the reason, mate. I wasn't much use on my ship. I couldn't rig a sail, aim a cannon. I couldn't even
haggle with shopkeeps for supplies.

Leeko: Oh come on, Eth. You're not the only one in that boat. I wasn't really cut out to be a sailor either. Just a merchant.

Duck: Sounds a little like my own situation.

Eth: Well, you must know what it's like, mate. The worst part was the crew, they didn't even have the decency to mock me. Instead, they humoured me,
gave me fancy titles, their pity makin' it all the worse. They called me... *sighs* The cartographer.

*Leeko gulps in shock.*

Eth: I know, mate. It's quaint. Maybe if they'd had someone competant on deck instead of me, we wouldn't have all become trapped.

James: Why does everyone have to describe it that way? Trapped indeed, if you haven't explored the whole thing, how can you be so sure that it's a trap?

Eth: At first, I wanted to think about that, mate. But now... Oh I shouldn't really say.

Henry: That's alright, we won't judge you! We promise!

Eth: Of course I'd want everyone else to be home free. But not me, If I were to get out, I'd be a sailor again. Weak, pathetic, useless. Nothin' but
a burden on everyone else. They're better off without me.

Henry: I don't blame you, I wasn't a good steamer back in my young days before I was rebuilt at Crewe. But why not join a new crew? Like the Dread Pirates? I promise you, Eth.
You'll be treated with the respect and dignity that you deserve, just like we do with Leeko!

Leeko: Henry, I've never even seen you play nice with me.

Eth: Maybe you'd treat me like that, at first, when I'm just a novelty and you're still gettin' to know me. But after a time, you'd grow to hate me, like they all do.
I'd just be goin' from one prison into another.

Henry: No, you won't, Eth. You take a look at Thomas and Mila, they're great friends to work with. They're kind, generous, honest, caring, always willing to help anyone in need.

James: Yeah, they could defend you when your life is at stake.

Eth: Well, I suppose that's true. But then again, mates. You have a point, can you promise me somethin'?

Henry: Of course, anything.

Eth: If you do find a way out, mate. Don't let anyone know you spoke to me. With any luck, they'll just forget about me and leave me behind.

Duck: But... Oh, Eth. You couldn't really desire such an ignoble and inglorious end, could you?

Leeko: But if you want to stay behind, you can. But please, why not stay and talk to us a little longer. You'd be surprised about how much more we've suffered than you have.
I mean, we could at least discuss ways to escape. Anything you learnt about this place?

Eth: All I know is that there's no way out.

Henry: Oh, don't be like that. I mean, You? Suffering dreadfully and no-one cares? You can't be the only one in that boat. Why not stay with me? I can tell you my secrets to success.

Eth: Well, I suppose it's worth a shot, mate.

*Henry stays behind with Eth to keep him company, whilst Duck, James and Leeko continue finding a way out.*

Leeko: *watching Henry and Eth disappear from the view of James' footplate.* It's so hard to watch them splitting up from us like that. *turns to James and Duck.* You two have been quiet.

James: *sniffs* Usually, I'm a splendid engine. *gets teary-eyed.* But.. Good God, man! This is enough to make a red engine cry.

Duck: Are you okay? I mean, I must admit, that was a dreary conversation but...

James: *sighs* No... It's just... *gulps* That's just how the others think of Henry, Gordon and me, don't you?

Duck: What? Nonsense, just because you're a main line engine, James. It doesn't mean we treat you like dirt.

James: But I can't load a cannon or rig a sail or even defend ourselves from that unscrupulous b***h of a baker! Now I can't even help us find our way out! I'm sure Morgana's illustrious predecessor CERTAINLY could've
come up with something.

Leeko: I... well... Oh, f**k it. Let's just find another way out, okay?

*Meanwhile, Thomas, Mila, Percy and Jade are finding their own way out. They haven't gone far when they see a blue vixen.*

Vixen: Ah, four more miserable fools here to bother me, eh? Ryka's the name, what's yours?

Thomas; I'm Thomas, the Tank Engine. And this is Percy, Jade and Mila.

Mila: I really hope you aren't talking about me. We just want to talk.

Ryka: Talk? What abouts? Oh, let me guess. A cute merchant kitty girl and three steam-powered freaks of nature. Your friends must be runaways from the circus, am I right? *laughs*

Jade: How rude!

Percy: You callin' us freaks, b***h?!

Ryka: What I'm calling you is stupid!

Thomas: How dare she! We could smash that fox's head right in!

Jade: No, Thomas. We're too...

Ryka: Too scared to take a swing at me? *chuckles* You're a bunch of cowards, is that it? I like that.

Percy: I... am not... a COWARD! How stupid do you think I am?! You know what you are, Ryka? Selfish! That's what you are!

Ryka: Ha, you think I'm wrong. That means you're calling me a liar!

Percy: What? No! I'm just...

Ryka: If you're not a coward then, why don't you prove it, you useless little chicken!

Percy: *clenches his hands into fists.* Alright, BRING IT ON THEN!

*But before Percy and Ryka could start fighting. Thomas blows his whistle loud.*

Thomas: WAIT JUST A MINUTE! This is going nowhere if we start fighting. It's pretty obvious Ryka is in pain, which is why she's lashing out.

Mila: Thomas is right, we need to empathize with her suffering, no matter what she says.

Ryka: No! Don't calm him down. Why'd you want to help me, anyway?

Thomas: *sighs* Because, Ryka... We've been trying to help those we've met, but everyone seems to be in pretty dreary spirits.

Ryka: Do you expect us to be happy about stuck here forever? Helping people? How that's working out for you?

Thomas: Well, not particularly well, to be honest. Man, I make a rubbish psychologist.

Jade: Well no s**t, you don't even have a license for it.

Ryka: I thought so. I have to come clean with this. It's not so much that this place is my end, it's that it's such a miserable one.

Mila: Miserable?

Ryka: Oh, you wouldn't understand. You guys, look like real warriors.

Mila: That we are, and not thickheads. Unlike Percy...

Percy: Oh, shut up...

Ryka: Didn't you ever dream of dying in battle?

Thomas: Me and Mila dream of our enemies dying in battle.

Mila: No, you're probably thinking of seeing them suffer. I know I would.

Thomas: Understandable.

Ryka: No, I meant... You want your death to mean something, don't you?

Percy: You know... what you just said, that's been the only thing that's really kept me going when times have been tough. At least, whilst we engines are on this ship, when
the history books are written. We'll all be remembered for something good, no... something big! Even if it's for being smallest part of that big something! Assuming we make it, you know?

Ryka: Or maybe your part will be so small it wouldn't exist at all for that matter. Even thought about that?

Percy: What...? That can't be true.

Thomas: It won't. Percy may be a small engine, but he's one of the most famous engines on the whole Island of Sodor, right alongside James, Gordon, Toby, Emily, Nia, Diesel and of course myself!

Ryka: I would've been overjoyed to be run through by a blade. I would've also accepted drowning, or falling into a pit of spikes...

Percy: What about being run over by an engine or another ongoing vehicle?

Ryka: Yes, that too. I'd be happier dying in many ways, but this? *sighs* Wandering around in this hall of mirrors, trying not to lose my mind? Forever?
No hell ever dreamed up by any clergyman could ever be worse than this.

Jade: Don't worry, Ryka. We may not understand why now, but I'm sure this place exists for some reason.

Ryka: But how could you know something like that, Jade? Did you build it?

Jade: Nope, this place must've been built somewhere before the 21st century. I wouldn't have even existed by then, neither would Mila, Thomas
or Percy would've either.

Ryka: How do you know the purpose wasn't to entertain a sadistic b*****d? Someone could be looking in on us right now through a crystal ball, laughing at us as we lose
our minds. But if you're not going to fight me, then... I guess you're not worth being in the same room with me.

Percy: My God... you're not a bad person. You're just misunderstood.

*Thomas and Jade start leaving with Mila and Jade.*

Thomas: Come on, Percy. We still have to find our way out.

Percy: I'll be with you in a moment, guys. Don't wander too far. *leans over to Ryka and whispers.* Ryka, I know a perfect idea on how you can live your life properly again!

Ryka: Really?

Percy: Yes, just hop in my cab and you'll wait and see. *winks*

Ryka: Oh, thanks Percy!

*Ryka walks over to Percy's cab and climbs onto his footplate. Percy blows his whistle and steams off to catch up with Thomas and Mila.*

*End of Scene 8*
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