THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE
CARTOON SERIES 
DOUBLE-LENGTH EPISODE #2
THE PIRATE ADVENTURE (Prisoner of Destiny Cut)
Part 2


� GULLANE (THOMAS) LIMITED 2021, 2022
� 2021, 2022 JOEY MORLEY LIMITED

Pre-Intro:

Voice-over: Previously on Thomas The Tank Engine & Friends�...

*Shows shots from Part 1 of The Pirate Adventure.*

Thomas: It's not over yet, folks. We only have four coins from the last adventure. This is going to be a VERY tough ride...

*End of Pre-Intro*
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Scene 1:

*Episode opens with drawings of the first part of The Pirate Adventure.*

Narrator: If you remember last time, Thomas and The Steam Team were sent to Dartmouth to help out. But during the voyage, their railferry got destroyed in a storm.
The engines thought they were lost forever until they awoke to find themselves rescued by a gang of pirates known as "The Dread Pirates". However, when our heroes were
at the Cursed Coast, Thomas and Mila were kidnapped by Rourkie and his crew! As a result, the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates had to go on a quest to not only find the coins,
but save their friends too, whilst recruiting the victims that Rourkie obliterated. But back on the Island of Sodor, things weren't going quite so well for me...

*Episode opens on the Island of Sodor, Joey is gloomily working with Diesel, who's pulling a local passenger train on Thomas' branch line.*

Narrator: ...because there was still no sign of Thomas' whereabouts, I had to work with Diesel. But I still felt depressed over the disappearence of my friends.

Diesel: Are you still bummed out about the whereabouts of the steamies, Joey?

Joey: *sighs* Yes, Diesel.

Diesel: I can relate... without the steamies around, I haven't got anyone to torment on a daily basis.

Joey: You and me both, Diesel. You and me both.

*Diesel pulls into Ffarquhar station. Mavis is already there, dropping off some workman in Henrietta.*

Mavis: Afternoon, you two. *notices Diesel and Joey feeling down* Oh dear, you look down in the mouths. What's wrong?

Diesel: Apparently, Joey's still miserable after the steamies' disappearences. And not gonna lie, I'm starting to feel that way too. What's the point of working on this railway if there's no
steam engines to make fun of?

Mavis: You can always go back to work on the Other Railway.

Diesel: Nah, I don't think they do much with me since they rebranded themselves. I'm pretty much better off here nowadays.

Mavis: Oh, I wouldn't get too upset if I were you, guys. The Steam Team did bring their phones with them, I'm sure they probably might have not got Wi-Fi.

Joey: It depends, Mavis. Thomas is the only engine who actually HAS a SIM card on his phone, but it's not strong enough to work in a place that doesn't have good Wi-Fi.

Mavis: Oh, fair enough.

Joey: Anyway, Mavis. We have to go, our next journey leaves shortly.

Mavis: Oh, goodness! You're right. I'll catch you two later.

*Mavis honks her horn and departs from Ffarquhar and up to the quarry.*

Joey and Diesel: Bye, Mavis.

*The guard blows his whistle, Diesel honks his horn and eventually departs with his train bound for Ulfstead. Meanwhile, The Pirate's Fate is currently docked at Watchet, Rourkie and his mates have gone to the tavern for a pint.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, The Pirate's Fate was docked back at Watchet. Rourkie and his crew were determined to find the next coin. But Thomas and Mila weren't enjoying themselves one bit...

*Scene changes to Thomas and Mila sitting inside the ship, completely bored out of their wits.*

Thomas: *sighs* This... sucks!

Mila: I know, we've tried every trick in the book and it kept backfiring.

Thomas: You're telling me...

*Just then, the door opens and a lizard with blonde hair and Indian clothing walks in. (Apparently, she's Tam-Tam from earlier in Part 1. But Thomas and Mila don't know her yet.)*

Tam-Tam: Whoa, I didn't expect anybody else to be on this ship. Are you two prisoners or something?

Thomas: Yeah, we're prisoners alright.

Mila: Who are you?

Tam-Tam: Why, I'm Tam-Tam. A dashing sailor, celebrated antiquarian and fearless peer to any pirate.

Thomas: Well, nice to meet you, Tam-Tam. My name is Thomas T. Tank Engine, and this is my friend Mila.

Mila: Hello.

Thomas: Um... did Rourkie ask you to join the crew or something?

Tam-Tam: Well, not exactly. He just kind of shooed me away when I tried to talk with him. So I thought I'd prove to how valuable I can be, and show him my stealthy skills
by sneaking on board. You two understand, right?

Mila: But Rourkie's a bloodthirsty monster. If you value your life, you should get out of here while you still have a chance.

Tam-Tam: That makes me wonder, Mila. Do you think two wrongs can make a right?

Thomas: What does that mean?

Tam-Tam: We've got a nice ship here, don't we? Sure would be a shame to let it remain in the hands of this "bloodythirsty monster" as you call your captain. Why don't WE take it? Sail away together, just the three of us.

Mila: Alright, let's get the hell out of here. Before he notices what's happened.

Thomas: That would be nice, but I'd rather much be back home with my engine friends.

Mila: I know how you feel, Thomas. I miss the engines too, and my own crew...

Tam-Tam: You mean, The Dread Pirates and the Steam Team?

*Thomas and Mila look at Tam-Tam, stunned.*

Thomas: Hang on... you know our friends?

Tam-Tam: Of course, I didn't want to say this in front of Rourkie. But I'm secretly going undercover to rescue you two.

Thomas: *gasps* Did you hear that, Mila? Tam-Tam's one of the Dread Pirates!

Mila: We're saved!

*Thomas whistles in delight.*

Tam-Tam: Shhhh! Keep quiet, I don't want Rourkie to know I'm a spy! So just keep the secret undercover business between yourselves and me, okay?

Mila: *whispers* Oh, alright, Tam-Tam.

Thomas: *whispers* We promise! Now then, let's find a way to leave Rourkie and his crew behind.

Mila and Tam-Tam: *whispers* Aye-aye, Thomas!

Thomas: But first, I just realized. How am I going to get out of these chain cuffs?

Tam-Tam: Oh, I'll take care of that. *pulls out a set of keys from her hair.* Rourkie loaned me his key, in a manner of speaking.

Mila: You... stole it?

Tam-Tam: You can't steal from a thief, I reclaimed it for you.

Thomas: Wow... I quite like the way you think, Tam-Tam.

Tam-Tam: Well, Thomas. That makes the three of us.

*Tam-Tam inserts the key into the lock, turns the key and in an instant, the chains fall apart. Thomas steams forward a little to free himself.*

Thomas: Oh, thank you, Tam-Tam! I can finally have the chance to stretch my wheels.

Mila: That's good, Thomas. But we better hurry! We don't have much time.

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam sneak quietly onto the ship's deck, it's getting late in the evening. The ship is docked at Watchet this time, as Rourkie and his mates have gone for some pints at the tavern.*

Thomas: *whispers* Any chance that Rourkie was following us?

Tam-Tam: *whispers* Ummmm... yes, he's right behind us.

Thomas: *whispers* WHAT? WHERE?

Tam-Tam: *whispers* Made you look, made you stare! *giggles* Of course not, darling. We're fine.

Mila: *whispers* You know, it's strange. We've all escaped, but somehow. I still don't feel safe. I feel like all of this could be take away from me at any moment.

Tam-Tam: *whispers* Well, just to be safe. You could get a... well, let's call it a permanent disguise.

Mila: *whispers* It would be nice to know Rourkie would never recognize me, but what do I need to do?

Tam-Tam: *whispers* I've got a friend, she's some sort of specialist, she'll fix you up for good.

Thomas: *turns to the viewers.* Something tells me I've got a bad feeling about this...

*Scene changes to the other ship where the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team are sailing on their next quest.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, out at sea, the engines were enjoying their life on the ocean waves. Kate, who was a refuge from the pie shop at Ilfracombe, was settling into her new life with the crew.*

Kate: Well, what do you think? I've just got to see your reaction! I'm certain you'll find it sumptuous.

Angie: Wow, this is... this is... um...

Percy: So delicious you're at a loss for words, huh? I thought so too.

Kate: Fantastic, I'll go serve the rest of the crew.

Percy: Wait, you don't have to do...

*But before Percy could reply, Kate walks off.*

Percy: ...that.

Leeko: *chuckles* Isn't she fantastic?

Angie: Well, her cookin' certainly isn't...

Oliver: You're kidding! I've never tasted anything more wonderful in my life. I mean, it's funny how life goes, isn't it? You know, just the other day, I was complaining about being on this ship.
Like it was some kind of joyless slog, you know?

Leeko: Then someone like Kate comes along. Great chef, she is... and pretty too.

Oliver: Hey listen, Leeko. You sound like a schoolboy with a crush.

Angie: Well, either way, we're glad to see you in such high spirits, Leeko and Oliver.

Leeko: I can't remember the last time they felt higher. I've got to go help stir the pot...

Oliver: And I've got to help heat up the oven, catch you guys later.

*Just as Leeko and Oliver go back down to the kitchen. Kate returns to see Percy, Angie and Duana.*

Kate: You guys want more?

Percy: More what?

Kate: More pies?

Percy: Oh, no thanks. I'm full.

Angie: Ummm... same here, mate.

Kate: Well, just let me know if you do... so you call yourselves the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team, right?

Angie: Well, only the engines are members of the Steam Team, but yes, I assume these pirates are known as the Dread Pirates, mate.

Percy: Well, as Darious would put it. They're not real pirates, they're treasure hunters.

Kate: Not real pirates? How fascinatin'... So... no battles or anythin' like that?

Percy: Not that we've come across... yet.

Angie: I believe they fought our share of those, mate.

Kate: And last night, you stole the coin from Trento, right?

Percy: ...No, we didn't.

Kate: You collect booty, you fight, you steal. Sounds like a pirate's life to me.

Percy: Well, maybe for the Dread Pirates but NOT for the Steam Team.

Angie: That's not the whole story, mate! You see...

Percy: We're not a crew of thugs. We're both families, we care for each other and more than ANY trophy or prize. Each hardship only brings us closer together,

Angie: That's right, mate. And THAT'S what makes us different from ordinary pirates.

Percy: It's a fact... you'll understand.

Kate: Hey, I'm not judgin'. I'm just tryin' to figure out what you're really all about. After my last job, can you blame me?

Angie: Oh, of course not, mate. I'm sure the more time you spend here, the clearer the picture will become.

Percy: Unless you move the antenna on a T.V.

Angie: Yeah... that too.

Kate: I knew I wanted to stay on board when I met Leeko. He's so chipper and cute! Wait... you didn't already have your eyes on him, did ya?

Percy: What, no! I wouldn't lay my eyes on Leeko. I'm a straight guy.

Angie: And he's not exactly my type, mate.

Kate: Well, that's a relief. I hate it when competition gets ugly. I mean, when we scratch each other's eyes out, nobody wins, right?

Percy: I guess so.

Kate: Well then, I think I'll go and pay Leeko a l'il visit right now.

Angie: Okay, you do that then, mate.

*Just then, a thunderstorm sound is heard.*

Duana: That wasn't me... was it?

Darious: Feel that? Squall's coming, Time to rig the storm sails. Duana, Percy, take port. Angie, Gordon, starboard. I'll try and navigate us through this.

Percy: But who's gonna be steering the whole ship?

Voice: Up here, mates!

*The seven turn to find that James has called shotgun.*

James: Chloe's swabbing the deck so I volunteered to fill her position.

*The others turn to Darious.*

Darious: Well, on the contrary, it's better than none.

Morgana: What's me and No. 4 gonna do?

Darious: I know, Morgana, Gordon...

Gordon: Yeeeees?

*Gordon finds himself climbing the rungs of the ship's ratlines, he freaks out when a thunderstorm flashes.*

Angie: Having a little trouble climbing, mates? *snickers*

Gordon: Yes, very funny indeed, Angie.

Morgana: We'll get up there eventually, right No. 4?

Gordon: Er... yeah... I think so.

Darious: We don't need eventually, we need right now! We haven't got time, or that storm is going to destroy our sails. Duana, Percy! Get up there, now!

Percy: What's the magic word?

Darious: *sighs* Get up there and rig the sails... please.

Percy: Thank you. Come on, Duana.

Duana: Right on it, Percy.

*Percy and Duana rig one of the sails.*

Percy: There we go, wasn't so hard.

James: I wouldn't say that...

Angie: What'd you mean?

*James points towards the horizon, for the ship is heading towards a BIG whirlpool.*

Percy: Oh... crud...

James: Don't worry, I know how to ride a boat. Have you ever rode in a speedboat?

Angie: No...

James: Well, what you're about to witness is going to be a VERY bumpy ride. For earlier at Ilfracombe, Bertha managed to fix up the ship and gave us these cool accelerators for a speedy trip. When us engines are driving the ship, we will use our steam
and power the ship whilst running, our wheels will be moving on these rollers which will the power the ship, like a treadmill.

Percy: James, I don't understand how that is going to...

*But before Percy can reply, James revs up the accelerators and the ship suddenly starts at full speed.*

Percy: WOOOOOOOORK!!!!

*The Dread Pirates and the Steam Team are taken by surprise at this sudden force, they rock and roll violent on the ship.*

James: Yo-ho-ho and bucket of... er... bum! We're gonna ride this whirlpool in fine style. YEEEHAAA!

*The ship enters the whirlpool and spins around in it. Meanwhile, the engines are being bounced about like peas in a frying pan. Edward slips on the deck, Holly spins around really fast and Molly goes sliding past. Meanwhile, Gordon and Morgana do their best to hold
onto the ship's shrounds.*

Morgana: WHO INVITED THAT CREEP TO STEER THE SHIP?!

Gordon: DON'T LOOK AT ME, DARIOUS WAS THE ONE WHO HIRED HIM!

*Angie and Percy hold on for dear lives.*

Percy: This would've been more easier if Thomas and Mila were still with us.

Angie: Oh... I don't feel so good! *goes green in the face and nearly vomits.*

*The ship eventually flies out of the whirlpool and rocks and bounces as it hits the waves.*

James: This is better than double overtime on the North Western Railway!!!

Darious: JAMES! CUT THAT OUT! WE'LL GET SHIPWRECKED!

James: TRUST ME, DARIOUS! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!

*Suddenly, a sharp wave hits the boat and James is sent, flying off. Thankfully, he has a rope attached to his foot that Percy and Angie grab on to.*

Percy and Angie: JAMES!

*As the ship shoots through the waves, James rockets underwater with the rope attached to him. James gurgles and screams at the same time. Just then, he passes SpongeBob and Patrick.*

James: *gurgles* Oh hi, you guys!

*James continues to rocket pass whilst gurgling and screaming. He eventually flies out of the water with the rope attached to him, like a big catch. He falls back on the deck and accidently lands on Angie and Percy.*

James: Sorry! *races back to the ship's wheel and regains control.* Now then, to get us outta here and fast!

*James steers the ship through the rough waves in hopes of getting the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team out of high seas. Leeko and Kate walk outside to see what the fuss is going on.*

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

Kate: Tell me about it.

*The ship continues to rock and roll between the waves before making it's way out of the storm and into sunnier, safer seas.*

Angie: Phew! The storm's cleared up...

Morgana: Yeah... But we all had a near-death experience.

Percy: That was scary indeed. James, you should be careful driving a ship like that in the future.

James: Sorry, Percy.

*End of Scene 1*
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Scene 2:

*Meanwhile, Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam have arrived at an unknown island. Although not seen, they are heard docking the boat.*

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

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

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

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

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

Tam-Tam: You'll find out eventually, Mila.

Thomas: Tam-Tam's right, you don't have to be so sarcastic.

Mila: Wait... I said that?

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

Mila: I'm not sure about this, Tam-Tam. This place appears totally... deserted. Maybe there isn't anything or anyone there. Or maybe, Rourkie got to the treasure first.

Thomas: *scoffs* I doubt he did, Mila. But if he does, I'm laying my fists of steel on him.

Tam-Tam: Another thing, Mila. The only way Rourkie found the treasure first would be if you led him straight to it.

Thomas: Mila wouldn't do that... she's only just arrived. Unless you were talking about the other treasure.

Tam-Tam: I was.

Thomas: Oh, that figures. Anyway, we shouldn't be dawdling. Show me the way, Tam-Tam!

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam embark on their hunt to find the other coin. They haven't gone very far when they notice a sanctuary full of safari animals.*

Thomas: Hey, guys! Look at this! There's giraffes there...

Mila: Hey, you're right! But it still doesn't look like there's anybody around... except these animals.

Tam-Tam: Oh, trust me. She's here alright.

Voice: Oh my! Children, look at this! We've got guests.

Mila: Who said that?

*Just then, a lioness walks over to the gang.*

Lioness: I did, Please to meet you. Call me Circe.

Thomas: Oh, hello there, Circe. I'm Thomas and this is my friend Mila.

Circe: And what brings you to my fair isle?

Tam-Tam: Well, Circe. Mila and Thomas are here for "special disguises".

Mila: Ummmm... what?

Circe: Oh... oh, is that right? And why would you want one of those?

Mila: I... I just escaped captivity from the dreaded pirate Rourkie. He steals, he kills, he... he... threatened to... uh...

Thomas: Long story short, Circe. Rourkie kidnapped me and Mila so we could become part of his crew. But we already have our own crews. We're both
working together to find one of these... *turns to Mila and whispers* Can I borrow your thing?

Mila: Sure...

*Mila takes the coin of her chest and gives it to Thomas, which he shows to Circe.*

Thomas: And we mean... these.

Circe: Oh, you're one of those.

Mila: One of what?

Circe: Treasure hunters. It's very dangerous business you know...

Mila: It may be dangerous, but we're not alone. We have each other.

Thomas: Mila's right. Dangerous business doesn't stop a really useful engine like me.

Circe: So, you're just one big happy family, then? Glad to hear it.

Thomas: Well, TWO families. Mila's SUPPOSED to be a member of the Dread Pirates and I work with the Steam Team.

Mila: The Steam Team are the ones who are *clears throat* locomotives with faces.

Circe: Ah, I see.

Tam-Tam: Darlings, you might not agree with why we're out there and that's just fine.

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

Circe: And your friend says you need a disguise to stop Rourkie from recognizing you two?

Mila: That's right.

Circe: Well, say no more. Young Thomas and Mila. I can see both suffering in your eyes. So much like the other pirates and sailors I've met. I mean, look at you!
You've experienced fatigue, Misery and Tragedy. Every day you have to grapple with difficult questions.

Thomas: Oh, please. You have no idea...

Circe: You long to rest and yet your work is never over, and you said that you don't fear danger because you look out for each other. But how loyal can pirates really be?

Thomas: Good question, I don't know...

Circe: Such bravery and resolve, are only needed in the face of adversity. Now if you lived here, there'd be no need for heroics and no need for struggle.

Mila: Well...

Circe: My little slice of the world is pure and uncorrupted. It's a paradise. If you stayed here, you wouldn't need to worry about anybody ever hurting you again.
You could live peace and harmony with mother nature.

Thomas: *clears throat* Let's worry about our disguises first.

Circe: Of course, Thomas. We'll discuss diplomatic matters over supper. But first, I must tend to my children.

Mila: Your children?

Circe: That's right. The animals, that is. I call them my children because they've got nobody else looking out for them, you know.

Mila: Wait... so there's nobody else on this island except for you?

Circe: That's right, we're all on our own out here. I like it that way.

Thomas: Cinders and ashes! You certainly have a big job, then. There must be EVERY type of animal here.

Circe: Well, not every type, Thomas. But anyway, they're probably wondering where I am. Ta-ta!

*Circe walks off, leaving Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam.*

Tam-Tam: I hate to be a burden, you two. But I had no idea it was that bad.

Mila: Well, if you hadn't shown me when you did, I don't know what would've happened. There's only so much someone can take, am I right?

Thomas: You can definitely say that again.

Tam-Tam: Oh, and I was so foolish that I almost joined them. I'm certainly in your debts, Thomas and Mila.

Mila: Oh, don't mention it, Tam-Tam. It's just what us pirates and engines do for a living.

Tam-Tam: Do you feel totally relaxed now, darling?

Thomas: Well, for me... not completely.

Tam-Tam: Oh, don't worry, Thomas. I'm sure once Circe is through with you, you'll never be fearful again.

Thomas: Like I said earlier, I have a bad feeling about this.

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam set off to find Circe. They pass the animals on their way. Just then, a giraffe leans over.*

Giraffe: Wait! Save yourself, little engine! It's not safe here!

Thomas: WHAT THE-? You can talk?

*Another giraffe appears.*

Second Giraffe: We can, when SHE'S not around.

Thomas: You mean Circe?

First Giraffe: Yes, HER!

Thomas: What do you mean?

Tam-Tam: Come on, Thomas! Why're you just standing there for?

Thomas: Well, I... *turns to the giraffes.* Sorry, I have business to attend to. You can tell me later.

*Thomas steams off to find Circe, leaving the two giraffes alone.*

First Giraffe: Great! Another fella who doesn't believe us...

Second Giraffe: Don't worry, Gerald. He'll find it all out the hard way.

*Scene changes to a campfire outside Circe's cottage where Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam and Circe are eating.*

Circe: So, enjoying your soup?

Mila: Yeah... it's nice. Thanks for your hospitality, Circe.

Thomas: Are you sure about that? This soup kinda tastes funny.

Circe: Oh, it's such a rare treat to have guests. I only wish you could stay forever. But first... Let's get that disguise ready. Mila, you're first.

Mila: Okay, how exactly do your disguises work?

Circe: They won't just keep you safe from Rourkie. They'll keep you safe from misery itself.

Mila: How's that even possible?

Tam-Tam: Trust me, darling. It's possible.

Thomas: I'm having second thoughts about this... I really am.

Circe: Mediate with me, let's think of some spirit animals for you...

Thomas: Ummm... but Mila's a cat...

*Mila puts her hand on Thomas' mouth to shut him up.*

Mila: -tastrophic spice merchant. That's what he was saying. Anyway, which animal?

Circe: Let's think of some species that's known for being happy. 
A playful monkey, perhaps? Close your eyes, take my hands and concentrate.

Thomas: Errr.. Mila? I don't think this is a good idea. This could be witchcraft.

Mila: Don't worry, Thomas! This won't hurt a bit!

*Mila closes her eyes and hold both of Circe's hands.*

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

Mila: I want them to end...

Circe: Good, good! Take my hand, feel the warmth flow over you.

Mila: Oh, I feel it alright. Oh, Circe! It's amazing, I've never felt so happy.

*Suddenly, a blue flame of light slows around Circe and Mila's hand. Thomas suddenly notices it first.*

Thomas: Oh my God... *blows his whistle in horror* MILA, NOO!!!

*Thomas races into action and pushes Mila out of the way, just in time. Suddenly, a flash of light comes from Circe's hands and hits Thomas, he screams in pain before being thrown a few inches away from Circe.*

Tam-Tam: Oh, that looked painful!

*Mila picks herself up after being knocked over by Thomas.*

Mila: Oh my God, THOMAS! Are you alright?

*Thomas wakes up, from his point of view.*

Thomas: *groans* My head, what just happened?

*Mila walks up to Thomas.*

Mila: Thomas! Are you okay?

Thomas: *gets up and rubs his head.* I'm alright, Mila. Why's my face all hairy? I don't remember having a beard. *notices Mila, Tam-Tam and Circe looking at him, in a nervous and concerned sort of way.* Why are you guys looking at me like that?

Tam-Tam: Oh my. I think I was pretty much right about what you said, Thomas...

Mila: Yep, this is witchcraft alright. You definitely look and feel a little different than what I've seen...

Thomas: Oh, I'm sure it isn't that bad. *gets out a mirror.* I mean, how bad could it possibly... be?

*Thomas looks at himself in the mirror. Only for him to realize, Circe's black magic has given Thomas a hairy, fuzzy face, similar to a monkey. Thomas is so horrified about it, he screams so loudly that some flocks of birds fly away. Thomas drops the mirror in fury.*

Thomas: YOU B***H! YOU TURNED ME INTO A HAIRY SMELLY NFT!

Circe: Correction: You're a monkey.

Thomas: CIRCE, IS THIS WHAT YOU F**KING MEANT BY A DISGUISE?!

Circe: No, no, of course not. I... how did this happen?

Thomas: YOU TOLD MILA TO THINK OF A SPIRIT ANIMAL, YOU A*****E!

Mila: Yeah... I didn't expect...

Circe: This has never happened to one of my children before...

Mila: *gasps* Of course! Thomas was right all along! Your children, did you want to turn me into a feral beast, then? Is that it? These animals were all guests to all your island. You turned them into these animals, did you?

Circe: Can you blame me? Everyone had a sob story. But I made their pain go away, forever... I'm restoring us back to the noble savages we once were. I'm liberating life from the shackles of knowledge. Can you not see?

Thomas: YOU WANT TO EMBRACE NATURE? NATURE WAS PERFECT THE WAY IT WAS!

Circe: Of course, Thomas. And I wanted to keep it that way!

Thomas: NATURE CREATED ME AS A PROPER ANTHROPOMORPHIC BEING! IT WAS YOU WHO TRIED TO INTERFERE, BY USING UNNATURAL MAGIC TO TRY AND CHANGE WHO AND WHAT I AM. NOW LOOK AT ME!
I LOOK LIKE MY FINAL EPISODIC APPEARENCE IN SEASON 24!

Circe: But... I...

Mila: Uhhh... Tam-Tam, why did you think coming here was a good idea again?

Tam-Tam: Hey! Don't look at me, I had no idea some engine would want to do such a despicable thing.

Circe: You dirty little...

Thomas: SHUT THE F**K UP, B***H! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! I'VE BEEN A HOTSHOT TV STAR FOR DECADES! NOW I'M A HIDEOUS HOMO-SAPIENS!

Tam-Tam: Hold on, Thomas. Before anyone of us says something we're going to regret, I think I have compromise that everyone can live with.

Mila: A compromise?

Tam-Tam: Circe, you said you wanted Thomas and Mila to stay here and live out happy lives, worry free. And you two, you wanted a disguise in case Rourkie ever came round
again. Seems to me like you both can get what you want without anyone needing to change anymore.

Circe: Well, I suppose that's true. But what if other worries start to creep into their mind. Like Mila, for example. She can never be truly happy here with her intellect intact.

Mila: You're not wrong, there.

Tam-Tam: For someone who wants others to shed their worries, you certainly are full of them yourself, Circe.

Circe: A fair point purely made, Tam-Tam.

Tam-Tam: And Thomas, don't worry about being a feral being yourself. Here's a little something to remember this by.

*Tam-Tam gets out at banana and shows it to Thomas.*

Tam-Tam: Eat up, Twinkles. *laughs*

*Thomas' face is now red with fury. He lets off steam in an agitated way.*

Thomas: I NEVER WANTED TO BE A MONKEY IN THE FIRST PLACE! I'M SO ANGRY, I'M GONNA...

*Thomas starts pounding his chest and making monkey noises, he charges towards Circe and attacks her.*

Circe: What the-? ARRRGH! HELP! HELP! SOMEONE GET THIS CRAZY BEAST OFF OF ME! OH, MY FUR, HE'S RIPPING OFF MY FUR!

*Mila and Tam-Tam watch in a uneasy sort of way. In order to not cause a disturbance, they walk naturally away, whistling. Scene changes back to the campground where Mila and Tam-Tam are both sitting,
roasting marshmellows.*

Tam-Tam: *sighs* You know, Mila. I guess I do kinda feel bad for Thomas. This wasn't really the best idea I came up with.

Mila: Oh, I can't blame you for that, Tam-Tam. Everyone makes mistakes, even engines.

*Eventually, Thomas steams back, still emotional after his feral breakdown.*

Mila: So, how are you feeling, Thomas?

Thomas: *sighs* Not in the best of moods. What are my fans going to say about me now?

Tam-Tam: You're still not mad at me for what I've done, right?

Thomas: I'm not mad, Tam-Tam. I'm just... disappointed, okay?

Tam-Tam: Don't misunderstand me, darling. I only said what I did to get Circe to cool off. I'm dreadfully sorry about all of this. You must be furious with me, aren't you?

Thomas: I can't stay mad at you, Tam-Tam. I mean, you did save me and Mila from Rourkie's grasp and I know you were only trying to help. I feel like I ought to be mad, but I can't.
*feels the fur on his face.* Oh boy, I hope this isn't permanent, I don't want to continue the film looking like this. My fanbase would be kicking my ass if they see me like that.

Tam-Tam: How bad could it possibly be.

Thomas: If you think my fur is bad, think again.

*Thomas removes his smokebox to reveal more hair, and even a set of monkey ears pop out from the side of his head.*

Tam-Tam: Oh...

Mila: Don't worry about it, Thomas. I'm sure no-one will notice.

Thomas: Then what about this...?

*Thomas strains hard and a monkey tail pops out of his bunker.*

Mila: Ah... yeah, we can try hiding that too.

Thomas: That's what I thought.

Mila: Look on the bright side, Thomas. Things did end up working out pretty well in the end, didn't they? It's just like Tam-Tam said, we got a disguise and this place is very peaceful.
The kind of place I'd have loved to visit ordinarily. I just wish I'd known the price of admission beforehand?

Thomas: Wait... are you saying you have to PAY to access the countryside?

Tam-Tam: What price is that? You mean your little change? Don't be so modest about it. You'll look absolutely gorgeous again. From what I know, sometimes these things wear off overtime.
You'll be back to your beautiful locomotive self once again soon.

Thomas: *sighs with relief* Well, thank goodness for that.

Mila: Gorgeous? Either you're trying to be polite, or... *smirks* you're admitting you're jealous.

Tam-Tam: Oh, I'm not admitting anything.

Thomas: Look, guys. As much as I want to stay on this island and all, but I've still got a mission to attend to. I can't hang around here for 24 hours. Not to mention timing constraints
on this episode.

Tam-Tam: Oh, alright, if you insist, Thomas.

Mila: But what about the coin? Did you see anything about it?

Thomas: Well, it's funny you mentioned it, Mila.

*Thomas lets off steam, something gold flies out of his funnel and lands in one of Mila's hands. Mila gazes closely and she cannot believe her eyes!*

Mila: Thomas! You found another coin.

Thomas: Turns out Tam-Tam was right about Circe having a coin all along. She had it on her, which she was using to turn the visitors into beasts.

Mila: Well then, with that done and dusted. We should return to the ship.

*Just then, the giraffes return.*

First Giraffe: Let me guess, she turned you into a monkey?

Thomas: Yes, but even I don't know what kind of monkey.

Tam-Tam: Wait.. you can talk?

Second Giraffe: Of course we can talk, it's only when Circe's not around.

First Giraffe: We did try to warn you it's not safe here, little tank engine.

Thomas: I know, I established that, and I'm sorry. But I've got the magic coin she used to turn you into what you are now.

First Giraffe: Wait... how did you...? That's impossible, no one has EVER attempted to get Circe's coin.

Thomas: Oh, but I have now! And me and my friends are gathering these coins together to change the world.

Second Giraffe: Awesome! And by gathering them will hopefully lift our curse.

Thomas: Wait... did you say the coins lift curses if brought together?

First Giraffe: Yes, that's what they all heard about the wizard's story.

Mila: I don't believe it, you know the wizard's treasure too?

First Giraffe: Of course, everyone knows about it!

Tam-Tam: Then maybe you two, plus your own friends can join us in our quest if you like.

First Giraffe: Awww, we'd love to. But our place is here, now that you've got the coin from Circe, we can finally take back our rights and put her in place once and for all.

Thomas: Great! But what about my monkey disguise, I'm not going to stay like that forever, am I?

Second Giraffe: Don't worry, buddy. You're still a locomotive, with a disguise like that, these things will wear off overtime.

Thomas: That's good! Thanks for the advice... er... what are your names?

First Giraffe: Oh, we're Gerald and Geraldine! Antiquarians and famed treasure hunters.

Second Giraffe: Well, we were! Until we got imprisoned here by Circe!

Thomas: Well, thank you Gerald and Geraldine. I hope once you've taught Circe a lesson, you'll be free.

Gerald: Thanks, Thomas! We will!

*Thomas steams off back to the ship with Mila and Tam-Tam on his footplate. Scene changes to Thomas and Mila in the captain's quarters. Thomas is shaving off the fur caused by Circe's magic.*

Mila: There you go, Thomas. Nothing like a spot of gel and a razor blaze can't fix.

Thomas: Thanks, Mila. You know, I've put off something important, and now that we've got a new crew member. I can't really wait anymore.

Mila: Why not?

Thomas: Well... I'm a steam locomotive, I can't manage a ship and ride on my own six small wheels all the time. I need, what I call a "first mate engine driver".

Mila: Why's that?

Thomas: As you know, it's important to have a chain of command to respect, like what Morgana told us. Of course, except for me, nobody here's a real pirate. Outside the Steam Team, I've got, a liar and... you. But I think my choice is pretty clear.

Mila: I understand. But Tam-Tam's only just been here for a day or two, and you and your friends have only been here for goodness knows how long. I wouldn't want her
to feel passed over.

Thomas: Tam-Tam? Oh come on, Mila! When does she ever have a spine?

Mila: Seems like she did today. *chuckles*

Thomas: *smirks* Yeah... but that's just because we goaded her into it. I wouldn't make her first mate if this was a two person crew, am I right?

Mila: *chuckles* Yes...

Thomas: Anyways, Let's hit the hay, I'm still tired after all this.

Mila: *yawns* Me too.

*Thomas and Mila head off to another part of the ship to rest.*

Thomas: You know, Mila. I never thought being a pirate would be so exciting.

Mila: Me too, Thomas. And I never get to see loads of engines these days. Anyways, good night.

Thomas: Good night.

*End of Scene 2*
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Scene 3:

*Scene changes to back at the Cursed Coast where Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam are disembarking the ship.*

Narrator: The next morning, Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam were back at the Cursed Coast. Because Thomas was desperate to find the others again.

Mila: Darious? Morgana? Leeko?

Thomas: Percy? James? Emily? Gordon?

Tam-Tam: Are you sure they were here?

Thomas: That was where I last saw them. Why?

Tam-Tam: If I may recall, I last saw them in the tavern. You know, the one at Watchet?

Thomas: Oh, that tavern? I didn't think they went there again.

Mila: Perhaps they're still vertured inside these caves.

Thomas: Maybe... Come on, we've got to find them or die trying.

*Mila and Tam-Tam climb on board Thomas' footplate, Thomas blows his whistle and steams bravely into the dark caves.*

Narrator: The caves were dark, and bumpy. But Thomas still ventured on, to find his friends.

Thomas: Do you think Rourkie may have come back here, looking for us? If he did, he might have decided to finish them off.

Tam-Tam: No, I'm sure he'd decide to invite them to tea.

Mila: Please, Tam-Tam! This is a serious matter. Stop fooling around. Besides, I doubt Rourkie would be able to find them here. This place is like a labyrinth.

Tam-Tam: Oh, puh-lease! I'm serious about fooling around. Someone's got to lighten the mood, am I right?

Thomas: But I don't want to laugh about my friends dying.

Tam-Tam: Fairly understandable, Thomas. That's one explanation, but what if they escaped, somehow? Or another ship came by... perhaps someone other than you and Rourkie know how to navigate here after all?
Another thing, Thomas. Is where do you think your crew would go?

Mila: Maybe back to the last place we were together. That's the tavern right?

Tam-Tam: The one where we met? What if Rourkie's there?

Thomas: I'll risk it, he'd probably might've forgotten who me and Mila are already. You, on the other hand...

Tam-Tam: Oh, I can worry about myself, thank you very much, darling.

Thomas: But first... I need to find a way to get out of the... cave?

*Thomas finds a light at the end of the cave, he soon realises he's back to where he started.*

Mila: That was easy.

Thomas: *looks left and right* And Rourkie hasn't shown up... or at least yet. Come on, girls. Let's get to that tavern!

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam board the ship. The ship eventually sets course for Watchet. Scene changes to inside the tavern
where Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam are drinking cola. Just then, a pheasant and a tigeress walk up to them.*

Pheasant: Oh, that was quite the show.

Tigeress: You liked it, did you? Well then, come back tomorrow. I promise, they'll be even better.

Tam-Tam: Oh, I love the ballet.

Mila: What ballet?

Pheasant: Not the ballet, you fool. The hanging!

Thomas: The what now? I don't mean to pry, but who are you and what are you talking about?

Pheasant: Oh, of course. Nice to meet you, I'm Priscilla, royal consigliere. And this is my associate, Jackie. High-ranking officer of Kittering Castle.

Jackie: Haven't seen your face before. Can't believe you missed the show.

Mila: I'm not one for plays.

Thomas: What show are you talking about?

Priscilla: The big stand-up comedy night at Kittering Castle. It was great.

Thomas: How great?

Priscilla: Oh, it had loads of great comedians, Simon Bird, Ben Elton, Karen Dunbar, Matt Lucas...

Thomas: Matt Lucas was there?! Awww, now I really regret not going.

Priscilla: Well, that and I'm talking about the hanging.

Mila: *spits out cola in shock.* HANGING?!

Priscilla: Yes, they just executed some brigands in the town square.

Jackie: Tomorrow, we're going to 'ave the pirates. Even better, right?

Thomas: P-pirates?

Mila: What pirates?

Jackie: Just brought 'em in myself, love. The Queen will be there in person. She wouldn't want to miss this one!

Thomas: You mean HM The Queen?

Priscilla: No, not that queen. THE Queen, Queen Nakhta.

Thomas: Oh... that Queen. I still do not know who she is.

Priscilla: You don't mean... you finally found them? The ones she's been looking for all this time?

Jackie: Of course, I'd knew I'd catch 'em eventually.

Thomas: If I may interrupt, who ARE these pirates called and what are their names?

Jackie: Sorry, sir. I didn't get their names. All I know there was two men and a women. But I knew they were the ones that the queen was looking for. They were carrying those coins she's so fond of.

Priscilla: Treasure hunters, aren't they? Good thing all their ill-gotten gold belongs to that crown now. Well, it's getting late. But I'll be at the hanging, Jackie, don't you worry.

*Priscilla walks off, Jackie goes up to the bar to get herself some booze. Meanwhile, Mila turns to Thomas and Tam-Tam.*

Mila: *whispers.* That's GOT to be them! Darious, Morgana and Leeko!

Thomas: *whispers* Oh no... if the Dread Pirates are captured. The Steam Team might be in danger too! We've got to rescue them!

Tam-Tam: Where abouts, darling? You have no idea where they are.

Thomas: Then, we'll just have to follow Jackie. If that doesn't work, I'll use my trusty GPS system to figure it all out.

Tam-Tam: You have a GPS system? Why?

Thomas: This is the 21st century, Tam-Tam. You gotta stay up-to-date. Like us steamies with our Train Protection and Warning System.

Mila: Yeah, that's fine. Let's go!

Thomas: Mila, wait!

Mila: What is it, Thomas?

Thomas: There's only three of us, attempting to save our friends. Counting you, me and Tam-Tam in, There have been five of you Dread Pirates and twenty-one of us Steam Team
engines.

Mila: Go on...

Thomas: Which means, we have to rescue... *counts his fingers.* TWENTY-THREE of all our friends.

Tam-Tam: Twenty-three? That must be a big crew. I hadn't thought of it like that! We need reinforcements, and fast!

Thomas: Don't worry, Tam-Tam. I know the perfect crew! My friend Duck told me there's a railway that goes through Watchet, a heritage railway that is...

*Scene changes to Minehead Station on the West Somerset Railway where the engines are all sleeping, they awaken after they hear a whistle in the distance.*

Odney Manor: *groans* Who can this be at this time of night?

*Thomas immediately steams into the station yard.*

Thomas: Is this the home of the West Somerset Railway?

Odney Manor: *steams from his shed and up to Thomas.* Yes, this is the place alright, My name's Odney Manor. What do you want?

*A GWR 6000 King Class known as No. 6024 'King Edward I' steams forward from his shed, accompanied by another 7800 Manor Class called No. 7822 'Foxcote Manor'.*

King Edward I: Oh, Odney. Don't listen to him. He's only just an intruding tank engine from the south.

Foxcote Manor: That's enough, your majesty. Don't you know who that is? That's Thomas the Tank Engine! He's a famous television star.

Odney Manor: Ah, I was wondering why his livery looked so familiar. So, Thomas? What are you doing on our line? We stopped hosting your events years ago.

Thomas: I know that, Odney. But me, Mila and Tam-Tam need your guys help. The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates have been arrested by the orders of Queen Nakhta in Kittering Castle, Redwick.

Odney Manor: Oh no! That's awful! What did they do?

Mila: We honestly can't remember, Odney. Possibly due to the fact that they wanted some of those magic coins.

Odney Manor: You mean the wizard's famous treasure?

Mila: *gasps* You know all about it too?

Foxcote Manor: Of course we do, Mila. Even the engines that no longer work on this line have heard about them too.

Mila: So you're saying... the story of the wizard's treasure... is SPREAD ALL OVER THE ENTIRE BRITISH RAIL NETWORK?!

Odney Manor: Exactly! But let's cut to the chase, are the Steam Team alright?

Thomas: I don't know. We heard from a pheasant saying that they're going to be hung.

King Edward I: *gulps* Hung? But how's that possible? They're locomotives. You can't "hang" locomotives.

Mila: Well, if I know the queen. She's willing to give it a try.

Foxcote Manor: Well either way, we must help find those Steam Team engines and rescue them!

Thomas: But here's the thing. We need to rescue twenty-three of our friends. Because three of them are Mila's friends and the rest are all my engine friends.

King Edward I: Well then, young Thomas. There's no time to loose. And the fact that I've just recently been mainline certified will give me a good excuse to help you.

Thomas: Thanks... erm...

King Edward I: Ah yes, haven't introduced myself. I'm King Edward I, No. 6024. Named after a king of England from June 1239 to July 1307.

Foxcote Manor: *pulls forward.* And I'm Foxcote Manor, I'm one of Odney's brothers.

Thomas: Alright, that's settled. Who else will be coming on our voyage to save the engines?

Voice: I will.

*Just then, another GWR engine pulls up besides Thomas. He's similar to a 4300 except he has the number 9351 on his sides.*

9351: Please to meet you, Stourport's the name. Britain's first ever GWR 9300 Tender Engine.

Thomas: You... you're perfect! Just the sort of engine we need for a navigator.

Stourport: Oh, you should know me, Thomas. I know all the tracks in Britain, even the ones that don't exist anymore.

Mila: Fascinating.

Odney Manor: I think it would better, if nearly ALL of us came?

Thomas: Are you sure?

*Just then, some more WSR engines pull up alongside Thomas and the others. Including Andrew Barclay 0-4-0ST No. 1219 'Caledonia Works', BR Class 47 No. 47 077 'North Star',
GWR 4900 Hall Class No. 4936 'Kinlet Hall', GWR 7800 Manor Class No. 7821 'Ditcheat Manor'. Two BR Class 35 Hymek Diesels No. D7017 'Beyer' and D7018 'Bristol' and
BR Class 09 No. D4107 'Hither Green'.*

Odney Manor: We've not left our little line for a while, Thomas. And we need a change, could we be of any assistance?

Mila: Now that you mention it, Odney Manor. There is one thing you engines can do...

*Scene changes to outside Watchet Station where Thomas and the WSR engines are waiting for Mila and Tam-Tam who are doing important business.*

King Edward I: What are we going to do about that ship?

Mila: The people who run the harbour at Watchet will restore it. In the meantime, we'll keep all of the ship's treasure safely stored in Clerestory and Quantock until we get the ship repaired.

*Mila walks over with the boxes of treasures on a trolley and stores them inside Clerestory, a GWR Sleeper Coach, and Quantock, a Hawksworth Inspection Saloon.*

Mila: Now... are you sure you girls can handle the weight?

Clerestory: Oh yes, darling. We will.

Quantock: Quite auspicious, cargo. If I say so myself.

Tam-Tam: Excellent. *climbs onto Thomas' footplate.* Come on, Thomas. We've got a queen to see.

Thomas: Yes, sir! Captain Thomas...

Mila: ...and first mate Mila...

Thomas and Mila: *both salute.* Reporting for duty!

*Thomas blows his whistle and the cavalcade sets off for Kittering Castle.*

Thomas: All aboard! Next stop, Kittering Castle, Redwick!

Thomas: *singing* Come on everybody, let's hit the rails
We know this mission's never gonna fail.
We're gonna all my engine friends
from the dreaded royal end.
We're going to locate their whereabouts
I hope their fires haven't been put out.
We can all either bounce or jump or flip
'cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Mila: *singing* Come on everybody, and ride those tracks
I know this mission's never gonna suck.
Those steamies are nowhere to be seen
But we all know where they've been
We're all going to work just like a team
Hoping this is never like a dream.
I hope we can all stay strong and hip
'cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

*The cavalcade cross over the junction at Norton Fitzwarren and on their way along the Bristol-Exeter Line.*

Thomas: *speaking* We'll find the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates, and get them home before they know it!

Mila: *speaking* Indeed we will, Thomas!

Odney Manor: *singing* Trust me if we know who's lost out there.
We can show that we can always care.

Foxcote Manor: *singing* Nothing ever stops us going on.
As we're only starting to have fun.

Stourport: *singing* We'll all work together at all ends
and try and find our really useful friends.

Tam-Tam: *singing* We better hope that we're not too late
'cos this railtrip's gonna be great!

King Edward I: *singing* Come on everybody, and run so fast.
We know our rescue's never gonna last.
Whoever really thought we'd work a ton?
'Cos we're on a supersonic run.

Ditcheat Manor: *singing* I don't understand why this long run
is going to considered so much fun.

Mila: *singing* But don't worry if we let one slip 'cos...

Cast: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Kinlet Hall: *singing* The southbound seas are not so good.
Our friends could be surviving without food.

Clerestory: *singing* They might not live long, they're frail and old.

Quantock: *singing* And the weather is really quite cold!

Beyer: *singing* It could be a nightmare, I'll tell you this.

Bristol: *singing* I wouldn't want to hear some possums hiss.

Caledonia Works: *singing* Then why don't you stop being such old drips?

Hither Green: *singing* 'Cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Thomas: *speaking* Come on, you guys! The quicker we do this, the sooner things will be back to normal.

Mila: *speaking* And that's a fact! Come on, Thomas!

*Thomas blows his whistle as the cavalcade races through Weston-Super-Mare.*

Cast: *singing* Come on everybody, let's hit the rails
We know this mission's never gonna fail.
We're gonna save all our engine friends
from the dreaded royal end.
We're going to locate their whereabouts
We hope their fires haven't been put out.
We can all either bounce or jump or flip
'cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Come on everybody, and ride those tracks
We know this mission's never gonna suck.
Those steamies are nowhere to be seen
But we all know where they've been
We're all going to work just like a team
Hoping this is never like a dream.
We hope we can all stay strong and hip
'cos we're on a crazy railway trip!

Tam-Tam: *singing* Come on, all you engines! I'm counting on you!
We know some missions might even take two!

Mila: *singing* The Steam Team will be calling for heroic acts
And we'll all be switching on the right tracks.

Thomas: *singing* Those really useful engines, they can see
That their lives were never meant to be.

Clerestory and Quantock: *singing* Oh please! Shut up, Thomas and get a grip.

Tam-Tam: *singing* We're going to find the tearaway...

Thomas: *singing* We'll be going that-a-way...

Thomas and Mila: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Cast: *singing* We're on a crazy railway trip!

Thomas: *singing* Yes, we're on a crazy railway trip!

*The engines all blow their whistles and honk their horns whilst they make their way to find the Steam Team. Scene cuts to Mila and Steamchaser inside Clerestory, discussing
important matters.*

Mila: So... let me get this straight. How's this even going to be possible?

Tam-Tam: It's a little complicated, Perhaps the explanation ought to be saved for another time.

Mila: Hey, are you saying I'm too stupid to understand?

Tam-Tam: Well, I might be saying you're tired and so am I. But the answers will still be here in the morning.

Mila: I understand. If I'm going to sleep here, can you answer this one question?

Tam-Tam: Sure. There, you see. I've already done it.

Mila: That wasn't the question, I was really meant to ask Thomas this question.

Tam-Tam: Does Thomas need to be going anywhere in particular?

Mila: Then why did he insist we come to the West Somerset line?

Tam-Tam: What if he's a engine who enjoys a nice view? Now... we must get some rest.

*End of Scene 3*
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Scene 4:

*Scene changes to back on the Island of Sodor where Diesel is at Crovan's Gate with Annie and Clarabel, exhausted from doing all of Thomas' work as well as his own.*

Narrator: Back on the Island of Sodor, things still weren't going well without the Steam Team.

Diesel: *pants* This... is... exhausting... I miss the blue puffball, I miss the unrevolutionary, I miss everyone.

Joey: So do I, Diesel. But there's nothing we can do about it.

*Just then, The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) walks onto the platform.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Quite right indeed, Joey. Without the Steam Team, I've been having to work in overdrive to get their trains up and running.

Joey: You know, guys. I'm sick to death of doing all this extra work. I miss the engines really badly, I think it's high time we formed a search party.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Hmmmmm... But what about the passengers?

Diesel: Couldn't a bus service take over? I mean other buses, not just Bertie, Bulgy and Algy.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Seems like a fair idea, Diesel.

*Just then, The Thin Controller (Mr. Percival) walks onto the platform.*

The Thin Controller (Mr. Percival): Good morning, you lot. Still peeved about the loss of the Steam Team?

Joey: As a matter of fact, Mr. Percival, sir. Yes!

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): And as a result, Diesel and Joey are going to be forming a search party on the mainland.

*Diesel and Joey look at each other in angst.*

Joey: Us... sir? On the mainland?

Diesel: I don't know, sir. It's been an AWFUL long time since I've been on the mainland.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Yes, I know that. But you're not going alone, I'm coming too.

*Just then, Amy and the Female Furries walk onto the platform.*

Amy: And so are we!

Joey: Hey, girls. What're you doing here?

Amy: We were on this train for ages, we were waiting to go to Crovan's Gate.

Sandy: It's been so boring, not having the engines to torment on a daily basis.

Fifi: I really miss monsieur James.

Fidget: And we're all going to help find them too!

Lilac: We do come from different universes and we must stick together.

Darlene: Even if we make out alive or not.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Excellent. I knew I could count on you girls.

*Just then, Neville pulls into the station.*

Neville: What about me, sir? Can I come too?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): I don't know...

Joey: I wouldn't mind, sir. Neville hardly hasn't had any work to do. I think he'll work perfectly with us.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Very well, then. Neville. You can come!

Neville: Thank you, sir!

*Just then, the Skarloey Railway engines all pull into the station.*

Skarloey: Are you sure you want to go? We want to come to...

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): I'm sorry, Skarloey. You and the others are much too small in gauge to help with this big mission.

The Thin Controller (Mr. Percival): Alright now, Topham. If my engines want to join, they can. Considering the Skarloey line is need of a HUGE major repair and there might
not be enough work for the engines whilst the repairs are being carried out.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): But how? They are narrow gauge and they possibly can't fit.

Joey: What about the special haulage wagons you've specially built for the engines? They haven't even gotten to use those yet.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Hmmmm... I guess that could work, I mainly just planned on using them if one of the smaller engines on the NWR breaks down and I haven't
any spare engines.

Joey: *turns to the Skarloey engines.* Well, guys. What'd you say?

*The Skarloey engines all whistle and honk in delight.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Very well then, it's settled. Tomorrow, we all go the mainland and find the Steam Team!

*Everyone cheers know that their plan will work.*

Narrator: So it was sorted. Tomorrow, me and the citizens of Sodor will travel through England to find the Steam Team...

*Scene changes to the Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam and the WSR engines, getting ready for the day after spending a night at Bristol Bath Road depot.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, in the heart of Bristol, Thomas, Mila and their crew were resting before setting out for their long voyage.

*Mila and Tam-Tam are cleaning Thomas, ready for his next trip out.*

Mila: I see you're ready and willing to go, Thomas.

Thomas: You bet I am, Mila.

*Just then, an unfamiliar whistle is heard, and in steams an LMS Black 5 with the number 45379.*

45379: 'Ello, 'ello. What's going on here?

Thomas: Oh... sorry, sir. Me and my crew were just leaving.

45379: Crew? You mean those GWR engines over 'ere? I don't mean to brag but... they probably need some help.

*Odney Manor pulls up besides Thomas.*

Odney Manor: And what business is that of yours? Do we know you?

45379: Erm... not really. I've just got back from a gala at the Avon Valley Railway. I come all the way from Ropley in Hampshire.

Thomas: Ropley? Oh, you're from the Mid-Hants Railway, right?

45379: Yep, that's where I'm from. I assume you're a replica of Thomas the Tank Engine, right?

Mila: Actually, sir. He IS Thomas the Tank Engine.

Thomas: Yep, the real deal. Direct from the Island of Sodor.

45379: Really? If you're the real Thomas, prove it. Whistle for me.

Thomas: How's this? *whistles*

45379: Oh my God... you really ARE the real Thomas. No-one could EVER mistake that famous whistle sound.

Mila: Okay, I've got to be firm, Thomas. How come he thinks you're a replica?

Thomas: Because I know the Mid-Hants line well, they have a replica of me for those Day out with Thomas events they host every year.

Mila: Day out with Thomas? What's that?

Thomas: I'll explain later. *turns to 45379.* So... Mr. 45379, is it?

45379: That's my BR number, call me Rugby. It was where I was first allocated. Anyway, enough introductions, why are you really here, Thomas?

Thomas: My friends got arrested by a queen, and she wants to hang them!

Rugby: Hang them? Is she nuts? That's illegal!

Mila: It is?

Rugby: Yes, 21st century. The only death sentance worse than hanging is a lifetime sentance in a jail cell nowadays.

Thomas: I guessed that.

Rugby: But you can't be going around on a rail network on your own, Thomas. Neither can your newly found crew. You need some help. Tell me, where did you find these engines?

Odney Manor: Well, Rugby. We're the locomotives of the West Somerset Railway at Minehead, Somerset.

Rugby: Ah, another preservation line, I see? I never thought I'd say this but... I should come too.

Thomas: Are you sure? What about the engines at Ropley?

Rugby: *scoffs* They'll be fine without me. So, are your usual friends all tank engines?

Thomas: Not all of them are. Some of them are actually tender engines like you. My friend Henry is even the same engine of your class.

Rugby: Your friend? A Black 5? Like me?

Thomas: Well, he's not entirely a Black 5. He IS a Stanier Class 5 but he's not painted black, he's painted green, with the number 3. Which he calls himself a "Green Five".

Rugby: Oh, that guy. Okay, I understand. Then I definitely should come, it would be nice to rescue a fellow Class 5 engine too.

Thomas: I'm not sure...

*Tam-Tam walks over.*

Tam-Tam: If I may intervene, Thomas. You are the captain of this "crew". Your friend is clearly a Class 5 or whatever you call him, and it wouldn't be fair if Rugby can't come too.

Thomas: Well, now that you mentioned it... we do need some allies to help stop that corrupt queen and save mother England. What do you think, Mila?

Mila: Well, I think Henry would be thrilled to see an engine of his kind.

Thomas: Alright then. Rugby, welcome aboard.

*Thomas shakes Rugby's hand.*

Rugby: Thank you, Thomas. Mr. Stanier himself would be pleased.

Thomas: Glad to hear it.

Rugby: So... what's your crew called?

Thomas: Oh... good question... I don't know.

Mila: We're called "The Pirate Engines".

Rugby: Pirate Engines? But... shouldn't you be out at sea, finding treasure? Isn't that what pirates do?

Thomas: Well, Mila's own crew aren't really pirates. They're really treasure hunters, and they're currently searching for some magic coins.

Rugby: Magic coins?

Mila: Yes, sacred coins. My crew, the Dread Pirates, are planning to gather up all these coins to change the world.

Rugby: I see. Well, I understand what you mean by "save mother England".

*Just then, Stourport pulls up.*

Stourport: Thomas? I've just alerted the signalman we're on a quest, all traffic has been halted, signals are set at danger and both lines are clear for 50 miles.

Thomas: Thank you, Stourport. Alright crew, all wheels on deck!

*The WSR engines gather up at the exit to the depot.*

Thomas: Right then! *blows whistles and leads the way.* Onward, noble pirate engines!

Engines: Ay-ay, captain Thomas!

*The cavalcade departs from Bristol Bath Road depot and make their way up the line. People wave as they pass by. Meanwhile, Mila and Tam-Tam are on Skype, talking to Stourport,
Odney Manor, King Edward I and Rugby.*

King Edward I: How are you this morning, Mila. You don't look particularly well rested, do you?

Mila: *sips coffee and sighs* Just having a bad dream, King Edward I. But that doesn't matter. Tam-Tam said there might be a way to save our crews.

Rugby: Well, spill it then.

Tam-Tam: Well, how determined you all are. It's no wonder you managed to get close than anyone else.

Odney Manor: Closer than anyone else... to what?

Tam-Tam: To getting all of the coins.

Mila: All of the coins are probably with the queen by now. What good will they do?

Stourport: Well, not much... not even now, but at any rate.

Mila: But anyway, how can we save my crew and Thomas' friends?

Tam-Tam: Ah, yes. I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

*The engines all groan in despair.*

King Edward I: Well, you're going to have to.

Tam-Tam: Do I really have to do anything, does anyone?

Mila: Well you BETTER tell us, or I'm going to open Clerestory's emergancy hatch and THROW you out of it.

Thomas: *whistles* No-one's throwing anyone out. We're not going to get through to this if we all start squabbling.

Tam-Tam: *peers out from Clerestory's window.* And then what? How would you stop?

Thomas: Oh, I'm sure I'll figure THAT out.

Tam-Tam: I'm sure you will. But how will killing me bring you the information in my head?

Thomas: Well, why'd you join me and Mila? Just to toy with us the same way Rourkie did?

Tam-Tam: Well, on the contrary. I admire you a great deal.

Thomas: Then so help us!

Tam-Tam: I'd only be too happy to, Thomas. It's just that... I have a code of ethics that I must follow. It prohibits me from disclosing that information to you directly.
Believe me, it's fairer that way.

Mila: Well, our code of ethics says I shouldn't have to put up with other people's bulls**t.

Thomas: Exactly, especially when us steam engines are bigger AND stronger than they are.

Tam-Tam: I'm sure that's served well, hasn't it?

*The engines just look in confusion.*

Tam-Tam: Well, I presume you'll be happy to know that I'll help with ANY question you'd like about those coins. Maybe... just maybe... you'll find the answers you're
looking for.

Thomas: Eh, we'll pass. We've got to continue looking towards the tracks...

*Suddenly, a passing BR Class 802 races pass the engines.*

Class 802: Watch where you going!!!

Thomas: See what I mean?

Mila: Yes, we can see that.

*Scene changes with Thomas and the Dread Pirates arriving at the crossroads, just outside of Bristol Temple Meads station.*

Odney Manor: So... where do you think we're going now?

Thomas: Well, Kittering Castle is in Redwick and that's just near... *checks Google Maps.* Oh... shoot!

Mila: What's wrong, Thomas?

Thomas: I forgot! Redwick's RIGHT across the border! We'll NEVER make it over there in time. *turns to Rugby.* Rugby, since you've come from Hampshire, Which track did you
take when you went to the Avon Valley line?

Rugby: Ah... well... I took the Great Western route.

Thomas: Oh, that figures.

Stourport: I've got a perfect route we can take. Follow me!

Thomas: Alright, Stourport. Lead the way!

*Stourport eventually takes the lead and the others follow.*

Stourport: I know the proper GWR routes from the back of my buffers. This line leads up to the Severn Tunnel, it goes right under the channel.

Mila: Are you sure that's safe?

Stourport: Don't worry, Mila. I know all the tracks!

Mila: Okay, Stourport. If you insist...

*The Pirate Engines race through the Bristol countryside. It isn't long before they arrive at the mouth of Severn Tunnel.*

Stourport: Here we are, Severn Tunnel. That's where we need to go.

Thomas: Are you sure? It looks dark... and musty... and very windy. What if our wheels don't run properly?

Mila: Don't be scared, Thomas. As long as we're altogether, we shall be fine.

Thomas: You're right, Mila. Thanks, Stourport. I'll take it from here.

*Thomas eventually gets back into the lead, he enters the dark tunnel and the other engines follow. It isn't long before they find themselves racing through the tunnel. Thomas blows his whistle and the sound
echos through the bore. The echo comes out from the other side of the tunnel. Meanwhile, two engines, a BR Class 150 Sprinter and a BR Class 144 Pacer, are approaching the station when they overhear the sound.

Sprinter: 'ey Bob. D' you 'ear that?

Pacer: Probably just the wind, love.

Sprinter: No. it's comin' from the tunnel.

*Just then, Thomas and the Pirate Engines emerge from Severn Tunnel.*

Thomas: HERE COMES THOMAS!

*The Sprinter and Pacer yelp in surprise.*

Thomas: *calls out to the engines.* Hey, guys! Do you know which is the way to Redwick?

Sprinter: Yeah! Just take the track near Undy an' you'll be on your way.

Thomas: Thank you!

*Thomas and the Pirate Engines race ahead of the Pacer and Sprinter.*

Pacer: I wonder where he's going, Pete?

Sprinter: Beats me...

*Thomas and the Pirate Engines race along the line down to Redwick. In the distance, they can see Kittering Castle loom ahead.*

Thomas: There it is, guys!

Mila: *peers out from Clerestory.* We've made it! Well done, Thomas! I knew we'd find it sooner or later!

*The Pirate Engines charge along the line as fast as their wheels would carry them. Meanwhile, Priscilla is outside, talking to Breena.*

Priscilla: Oh, I can't believe the little tank engine is going to miss all the fun.

Breena: Yes, I established that. He'll miss it alright, and so are the ones coming up behind you.

Priscilla: What ones?

Breena: Behind you... *points*

*Priscilla turns around and gasps, for she sees Thomas and the Pirate Engines racing towards them.*

Thomas: Alright, Rugby. It's your turn now!

*Rugby overtakes Thomas, he puts on a helmet and some boxing gloves.*

Rugby: Feel the awesome wrath of the STANIER BLACK FIVE!!!

Priscilla: Oh, my holy... LOOK OUT!

*Priscilla and Breena jump out of the way as Rugby crashes through the castle walls. The Pirate Engines race through the hole in the wall.*

Thomas: Now to find the Steam Team!

*The Steam Team turn a corner of the alleyway. Mila leaps out from Clerestory and onto Thomas' tanks.*

Thomas: Hold tight, Mila. We're going for the most wildest, swash-buckling train ride the world has ever seen!

Mila: You got it, Thomas!

*As the engines race through the castle. Priscilla and Breena look through the hole in the wall.*

Priscilla: Sweet land of... WE MUST ALERT THE OTHERS!

*Priscilla and Breena immediately race off to find their OWN friends. It isn't long before they find Jackie, on her way to see the Queen.*

Jackie: 'Ello, you two. What's wrong?

Breena: Intruders! In the castle!

Jackie: What? That shouldn't be a problem with the hanging we have today.

Priscilla: No, they're not normal intruders.

Jackie: Excuse me?

*Suddenly, Thomas' whistle sounds and he and the Pirate Engines race into view. Jackie gasps in horror, she blows her whistle and raises her hand.*

Jackie: STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!

Priscilla: Jackie, NO!

*But whatever Jackie says is no use. Priscilla grabs her by the tail and whisks her out of the engines' way in time.*

Breena: Are you nuts? You can't stop manic locomotives!

Jackie: You're right, we must alert the people in the main courtyard. These engines could ruin the hanging event.

*Breena, Priscilla and Jackie race off to alarm the queen. Meanwhile, Thomas and the Pirate Engines are racing through the market towns of Kittering Castle.*

Thomas: Coming through! Coming through! I SAID I'M COMING THROUGH!

*People scream and jump out of the way in time, others get crushed under the wheels of raiding engines.*

Odney Manor: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Rugby: GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Foxcote Manor: Sorry, sorry!

*The engines charge through several buildings, such as a tailor's shop, a butcher's shop, a sweet shop, and a perfume department.*

Thomas: Who'd need that stuff? *throws the debris off him.*

*Meanwhile, security guards are attempt to attack Mila, but she kicks and fights them off of Thomas. The other engines attack the guards too and take their weapons. Just then, Priscilla, Breena and
Jackie jump onto Thomas' tanks to fight Mila.*

Priscilla: Now we do regret not getting to hang you. This ends now, spice merchant!

Mila: *gasps* Duck!

Breena: Nice try! We're not falling for that-

*But Mila is right, for Thomas is heading towards a low bridge. Mila ducks but Priscilla, Breena and Jackie get knocked off by the bridge.*

Mila: *calls out to the three girls.* Like I said, DUCK!

*Thomas and the Pirate Engines storm into the courtyard, an imperial guard has seen everything and calls to the other guards, staff and residents.*

Imperial Guard: Don't just stand there, STOP THEM!

*Many imperial guards knock down several crates and boxes to block the tracks. Thomas notices this and blows his whistle.*

Thomas: Look out, maties! The tracks are blocked! *stretches his axles to avoid running into the debris.*

*The Pirate Engines stretch their axles to avoid bumping into the crates and boxes.*

Foxcote Manor: Thomas! Watch out!

*Thomas looks up to notice some molten steel is about to be poured right on top of him and the others. But in the nick of time, the Pirate Engines steer onto
another track to avoid being melted down.*

Thomas: That was close!

*Just then, some imperial guards start charging down the track to block Thomas' path.*

Mila: We're done for!

Stourport: *races past Thomas and Mila.* Not on my watch!

*Stourport gradually picks up speed and charges into the imperial guards.*

Stourport: Take that, ya lousy armoured a*****es!

*Just then, Thomas notices the Pirate Engines all on a different track. He whistles to grab their attention.*

Thomas: Great job, guys! The main keep is just up ahead! Keep going and make sure no engine gets hurt.

Odney Manor: You got it, Thomas!

*The Pirate Engines rejoin Thomas on the main track. It isn't long before the engines are storming into the main keep. Meanwhile, Queen Nakhta is talking to Jackie, Priscilla and Breena.*

Jackie: And that's how it's been, your majesty! These engines are unstoppable. I've tackled bad crews like that before but never a bunch of engines.

Queen Nakhta: Oh, that's not a problem, dear. All that matters is that everything is nearly ready. One has made sure her sister Bilba gets there.

Jackie: But, your majesty, I have to assure you. Bilba has a few supporters in positions of power. Her threat doesn't justify a gamble like this.

Queen Nakhta: You don't know her like one does. If she doesn't appear threatening, that's merely because she believes she can decieve people like you into underestimating her. The crown
will transform whoever wears it into one's younger sister. Without a claim to the throne, she'll be totally without power.

Jackie: I'm still not sure why you think that, your majesty. After all, you are the younger sister and yet you still managed to...

Queen Nakhta: Oh, hush. Your lack of vision is exhausting for one. Just... make sure she's there at the hanging.

Jackie: As you wish, your majesty. I'll notify her, then I'll go below and get 'em.

*End of Scene 4*
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Scene 5:

*Scene changes to beneath the castle. The Pirate Engines are digging deep in the dungeons to find the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates.*

Mila: *whispers* Below the castle, that must be the dungeon where they are holding the engines. I'll find them and see if there's a way to help them escape.

Rugby: *whispers* Meanwhile, some of us we'll be swiping that enchanted crown that the queen was talking about.

Mila: *whispers* Rugby? Why would you want to do that?

Beyer: *whispers* Hey! Don't look at us! It was Tam-Tam's idea.

Tam-Tam: *whispers* Isn't it obvious, darlings? If she wants to use it while her sister is distracted by the hanging. Then they probably won't start the hanging if the crown is missing.

Mila: *whispers* Wow... I... hadn't thought of that.

Thomas: *whispers* Of course, it might buy some time! But who's going?

Rugby: *whispers* I'll be the one taking the crown-stealing leadership. Beyer, Bristol, Hither Green, Ditcheat Manor and Caledonia Works can come with me!

Bristol: *whispers* I don't know how THIS is going to work.

Ditcheat Manor: *whispers* Me neither.

Hither Green: *whispers* It's definitely worth a try. Come on, let's go!

*Rugby and Tam-Tam quietly leave with Beyer, Bristol, Hither Green, Ditcheat Manor and Caledonia Works following behind.*

Mila: *whispers* Good luck!

*Thomas and the remaining Pirate Engines sneak quietly over to the jail cell.*

Thomas: Don't worry, guys. Help is on the way!

*The camera pans out to reveal the three pirates that Thomas and Mila were going to rescue are not the Dread Pirates, but Rourkie and his crew!*

Rourkie: Hello Steamboy and Kitty!

Thomas and Mila: ROURKIE?!

Thomas: I don't believe it, YOU were the three pirates Jackie captured?

Mary: Yeah? What's it to you, buddy?

Thomas: What's the matter? Almost forgot the woman and locomotive you kidnapped?

Brock: The two we kidnapped... uh... you're going to have to give us more than that. We kidnapped a lot of people, ya know.

Rourkie: Don't you see, Brock? That's Thomas and Mila! You know, Kitty and Steamboy!

Brock: Oh... those guys.

Rourkie: I'm surprised they didn't have a mishap with the coins. Look at his almost visible 5 o'clock shadow. That's Steamboy, I'm sure of it.

Thomas: That was never my name. My name was going to be called "Twinkles" because I was almost turned into an NFT, or more commonly known as "a monkey".

Rourkie: What the hell do you mean?

Thomas: Doesn't count for the likes of you, buddo. 

Rourkie: Well, I guess it's not really fitting anymore. Maybe Chimpy is more appropriate?

Thomas: *chuckles* No.

Mary: Well, why'd you come here? To gloat? Watch us die?

Thomas: Well, I WAS going to rescue you after I thought you were the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team. But I think I have second thoughts about this. Me and Mila don't need your crew, we HAVE our own crew!

Rourkie: Wait... How did you even get your own crew?

Thomas: Oh, they just came my way! Rourkie, meet the Pirate Engines.

*Odney Manor, Stourport, King Edward I, Kinlet Hall and Foxcote Manor, including Clerestory and Quantock, pull up behind Thomas.*

Odney Manor: So, is THIS your captain?

Thomas: Ummmm... no, he's a rival of the Dread Pirates. I was going to leave him.

Rourkie: Yeah, an easy mistake to make.

Stourport: Well, he's not wrong. These pirates aren't anything like the ones we thought we would rescue.

Rourkie: Darious and I both sought the same treasure. And we both sailed the same ship. Both Kitty and Morgana were members of both crews.

Mila: "Both crews" my ass. It was against our wills.

Rourkie: Oh well, if you say so, Kitty.

Mila: You never broke my spirit, Rourkie.

Rourkie: Maybe not, but I will break your neck.

Thomas: Try it, and we'll break your spine.

Mila: Wait, what?

King Edward I: I hate to rudely disrupt your squabble, you lot. But is that really neccessary?

Rourkie: I'll make sure of that. GUARDS! GUARDS!

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

Guard: *sighs* What is it, Rourkie?

Rourkie: That woman and that steam engine there, outside the cell, they're both of my crewmates. It only seems fair that they die with the rest of us!

Thomas: That's not true, he kidnapped us!

*Just then, Jackie turns up.*

Jackie: What's with all this commotion? Gabe, explain this.

Guard: Well... er...

Rourkie: Well, that woman and that engine. They're pirates, served on my crew. I think we all ought to die together, don't you?

*Jackie turns to look at Thomas.*

Thomas: Errr... is there something on my face?

Jackie: Wait a minute... I've seen you before, earlier today. You and your so-called crew very rudely raided the castle, I had to tell the queen about it too and you were eavesdropping on me last night,
in the tavern, at Watchet!

Thomas: Look, Jackie. There's been some misunderstanding. I'm not actually a pirate. I don't even look like a pirate. I only became one because the Dread Pirates rescued me, I never wanted to be a pirate.
All I wanted to do was go to Dartmouth!

Odney Manor: Wait... are you saying you dragged us all the way out here only for you to spill the beans saying you're not a pirate?

Thomas: Well, I'm not exactly 100% pirate and neither's Mila. I'm supposed to be a treasure hunter!

Jackie: Okay, I've heard enough! No doubt planning some nefarious scheme! Not to mention that tricorn on your smokebox is definitely a huge giveaway. Gabe, put these two in the cell! Then we'll execute them with
the rest of the scum when I give the order.

Guard: On it!

Thomas: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MAN! You can't do this! I was kidnapped by this man! I'm not...

Guard: Move inside or I'll slice you in half right now.

Odney Manor: Hold it, right there. If you're going to arrest Thomas. You're going to have go through me!

King Edward I: And me!

Stourport: And me!

Jackie: You know, that's a good idea. Gabe, you got your spear?

Guard: Got it!

*The guard pokes the spear into Odney Manor's tender.*

Odney Manor: OW! Okay, okay! I'm moving, gee whizz!

*Stourport, Kinlet Hall, King Edward I and Foxcote Manor accept defeat and steam into the cell. Thomas and Mila are pouting over the fact that they're still stuck with Rourkie.*

Rourkie: Welcome home, Steamboy.

Thomas: Oh, shut up...

*Jackie and the guard walk off. But just then, as soon as Thomas thinks all hope is lost, he hears Rugby's whistle and the former steams in with the remaining pirate engines. 

Thomas: *gasps* Rugby? Is that you?

*Rugby looks around, startled by the noise.*

Thomas: Pssst... Rugby! Over here!

*Rugby notices Thomas and the other Pirate Engines in the cel.*

Rugby: Thomas?! How did you end up in there?

*Tam-Tam climbs down from Rugby's footplate and walks over to the cel.*

Tam-Tam: So these are the prisoners? My, my, Thomas and Mila! I never expected you to reconcile with them so quickly.

Thomas: They're not my crew! Jackie thinks us Pirate Engines are one of them! She's going to hang me alongside them!

Odney Manor: Oh, dear God... Why didn't we think this through? Doesn't the queen even know hanging is illegal now?

Brock: Hey! You look familiar...

Rourkie: Don't you ever pay attention, Brock? That's the b***h who stole our ship!

Brock: Wait... what?

Tam-Tam: I'm also going to be the b***h that saves your life. We've got the crown, darlings.

King Edward I: Wait... the crown?

Tam-Tam: Of course, Rugby?

*Rugby digs into his cab and pulls out Queen Nakhta's crown.*

Rugby: According to Tam-Tam, it's enchanted! The queen said whoever wears it will turn into her younger sister. She was planning on using it during the hanging. If she doesn't have it, she'll
have to delay things.

Mary: Wow... If you're thinking about an escape attempt, This place is locked down tight to the ends of earth. There's more than a hundred guards at the entrance.

Stourport: Oh, don't worry about it, love. Us Pirate Engines took great care of them. Rammed them all over like skittles.

Mary: That may be so helpful, but no delay will matter.

Brock: Then what? What if we put it on?

Mary: Put on what?

Brock: The crown? Then we'd become...

Mila: Royalty! Then we could call off the execution.

Tam-Tam: Well, who's the lucky one that's going to wear it?

Brock: It should be you, Mary! Weren't you already a princess?

Mary: Yeah, and I'd rather face the gallows and storms than that life again. Why not you, Brock? I'm sure if you were royalty, you'd get people to pose
nude for you whenever you wanted.

Brock: I'd like to, but what if I lose my artist's touch? Besides, I don't really want to be a princess. I like being myself.

Rourkie: I should've known none of you were brave enough, You're all worthless. I should wear it...

Thomas: No, Rourkie. You had your fame and fortune. You rubbed it in our faces for like... I don't know, the umpteenth time. It's high time one of the Pirate Engines
took control. And I know who... King Edward I?

King Edward I: Yes?

Thomas: It's your turn to shine.

*Tam-Tam gives Thomas the crown which he hands to King Edward I.*

Thomas: You are a king, and a king needs this.

Brock: Hey! You doing the selfless thing? That's a bit.. I don't know... out of character?

King Edward I: Don't worry, beefcake. Who says I'm being selfless? After I let myself out of here, I'll be happy to spare these engines and watch Rourkie suffer.

Rourkie: Errr... what?

*King Edward I puts the crown on his funnel. In an instant, yellow lights glow all around him. He looks at his hand in astonishment.*

King Edward I: Oh, my...

Rugby: I don't believe it, King Edward I... he's the chosen one.

*Rourkie stares at him in astonishment, but snaps back to normal once Mary intervenes.*

Mary: Rourkie?

Rourkie: Sorry, what just happened?

King Edward I: Hello... do I know you?

Rourkie: Oh, very funny. You know I'm the pirate that kidnapped Kitty and Steamboy, right?

King Edward I: What's very funny? I don't get it... Could you explain to me, would you?

Thomas: I think he's suffering from amnesia...

Mary: I can't believe it, he's obviously lost his memory.

Mila: Oh dear... I don't think the West Somerset controllers would be happy about that.

King Edward I: What do you mean, Mila?

Mila: Oh, wait... He still knows us. Thank God.

King Edward I: Of course I know you Pirate Engines. I think this crown has given me a better vision. I can see everything... even the future!

Rourkie: Look, Kingy. I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

King Edward I: Beg pardon? Aren't you... pirates? Due to be executed?

Brock: Uhhh... yeah?

Thomas: King Edward I, don't you understand? You're a pirate too!

King Edward I: But how can I be a pirate? This isn't my crew.

Rourkie: We can see that, kingy.

Mila: Haven't you forgotten, King Edward I? This "crown" you're wearing is an enchanted crown. It seems to have re-written your identity. You were a Pirate Engine, but now
you're a literal king.

King Edward I: Correction, Mila. I'm a King CLASS. But anyway, that does sound delightful. Almost feels like the fanciful tale from my point of view. It's a shame you're not authors, rather than pirates.

Mary: Alright, big guy! Let's just cut to the chase. This isn't a cute story. This is a matter of life and death! In just a few minutes, us, the only pirates seen here, are going to be hanged right in front of you! Including YOUR friends too!

King Edward I: My friends? MY engine friends, plus Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam and Rugby? HANGED?! Oh, dear me! I can't believe how you must all be seeing me. A forgetful friend and a dreary disgrace. I'm a huge shame to this county. It's so dreadful.
I... *gulps* I just wanna cry. *sniffs*

Mary: You actually feel guilty? Now there's a first.

Thomas: Hey! Shut up, Mary. You literally made a king cry. That is so low for you. One of the biggest Ls I've ever witnessed in my life.

Mary: *scoffs* Not my problem.

Odney Manor: Couldn't you just... convince your "sister" to call off the hanging?

King Edward I: Of course... That's what we must do.

Mila: We need to think a lot higher of if you can save our necks, King Edward I.

King Edward I: Indeed. *turns to Tam-Tam and Rugby.* Tam-Tam! Rugby? Please go find Queen Nakhta for me.

Rugby: I think you've got the wrong guy. I don't exactly work here, I only work on a heritage line in Hampshire.

King Edward I: Well then. I must have a tip for you. I think the captain's got a gold coin or two in his pocket...

Rourkie: Wait... what?

Tam-Tam: A coin, huh? Why didn't you say so earlier?

King Edward I: Very well. *turns to Brock.* You there. Could you shake your captain and see if he has any loose coins?

Brock: Errr... sure, I guess?

Rourkie: Wait... Brock, I...

*Brock lifts Rourkie by his legs and shakes him loose. All of Rourkie's personal items fall from his pockets, including a gold coin. King Edward I quickly nicks the coin and gives it to Rugby.*

King Edward I: You know what to do.

Rugby: Of course, your majesty. Come on, Tam-Tam. We've got business to attend.

*Tam-Tam climbs into Rugby's cab. Rugby blows his whistle and hurries out to find the queen. Leaving the others alone.*

Brock: What a kind generous sort of engine, for a king.

Rourkie: Really? Why wouldn't he be generous?

King Edward I: Well, surely. I couldn't be a Robin Hood of the seas, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor as it were.

Thomas: Well, that's exactly what it was like.

Mary: *sniggers* Thomas, don't make me chuckle! We ARE hunting the magic coins.

King Edward I: You mean the ones the queen is after?

Thomas: Yes. THOSE ones.

King Edward I: Very well then. It's lucky Tam-Tam managed to get the key. *holds up the key to the cell and puts it in the lock.* We've got royal, diplomatic matters on our hands.

*King Edward I unlocks the cell door, Thomas, Mila and the Pirate Engines steam out. Rourkie, Mary and Brock follow.*

Rourkie: *groans* Finally, now I can...

*But suddenly, King Edward I shuts the cel door and Rourkie, Brock and Mary are left inside.*

King Edward I: Sorry, I do not know who you guys are. All I know is that you're pirates. You should stay in here.

Rourkie: *sighs* As if this day couldn't get any worse.

*King Edward I leads the crew of Pirate Engines out of the dungeons. Rourkie, Mary and Brock watch in despair.*

Brock: Well... now what?

*Scene changes to the courtroom of Kittering Castle, where Thomas, Mila, King Edward I and the Pirate Engines are talking to Queen Nakhta, Jackie, Priscilla and Breena.*

Queen Nakhta: I don't believe it. So you're saying that one's own mislaid plans... lead to our family gaining an extra member who's a giant steam-driven locomotive?

King Edward I: That's right, your highness. Tragedy became farce and... I just forgot all about the fate of my dear West Somerset friends.

Queen Nakhta: You, having friends? *smirks* One must apologise, that's just a bridge too far.

King Edward I: Oh puh-lease! They are my friends, all rescued from the wrath of the cutter's torch, selected for preservation. Why would they lie to me? I've lived on the West Somerset Railway for over 10 years!
The engines there have helped me to serve my working life well.

Jackie: They want to enlist your help in avoiding the hangman's noose! Isn't that obvious?

King Edward I: Well... *clears throat* Now that you bring that up. I wanted to ask... Do you think you'd have it in you to... you know... pardon them? *sheepishly grins*

Queen Nakhta: *unamused* You... want one... to pardon pirates?

King Edward I: Good guess, but actually no. I just want you to pardon the West Somerset Railway engines. *gets down his frames and begs* Please! PLEASE! I'll do anything you ask of me...

Queen Nakhta: There's nothing you could give one that they'd value. And even if there was, groveling at your own wheels is unbefitting of your lineage.
You know, King Edward I. There have been many a time when one has wished you weren't really part of our bloodline. If only your little story was true, One would only be too happy to let you sail the merry seas
with your so-called "ship of thieves".

Thomas: We're not thieves, your majesty. Me and Mila are treasure hunters looking for the wizard's coins.

Queen Nakhta: Did you just say "The Wizard's Coins"? Hmmm... alright, young tank engine. One is warming up to the idea a little more. One does need more sailors to help me find them.

Jackie: Your majesty, why should we trust these pirates, and worst case scenario, these engines? For that matter, if we do believe their story, then how can we trust the king?

Thomas: Well, why couldn't you come with us, Jackie? You can be in command, and us engines will keep that excuse of an idiot Rourkie under control.

Jackie: Serve with a bunch of filthy pirates and very old steam-powered machines? I most certainly will not!

Queen Nakhta: Well, what's the alternative? Sit around here while Bilba's minions get the rest of those coins? We've got no choice.

Jackie: But... your highness...

Queen Nakhta: One has made a decision, Jackie. Go to Redwick Docks and get moving, or it's off with your head!

Jackie: *sighs* Yes, your majesty.

Thomas: Your majesty, Don't worry about Rourkie and his crew going bonkers. With me as the captain and Mila as my first mate, we'll sacrifice our lives for those coins, no matter what!

Queen Nakhta: Thank you, Thomas T. Tank Engine. And one bids you good luck.

*Thomas and the Pirate Engines leave the courtroom and make their way back to Watchet where the ship is still there. The boat repairmen are busy putting the last finishing touches on the ship. Thomas and the Pirate Engines turn up.*

Boat Repairman: Here you are, Mila. Clean as a whistle. I expect your captain is desperate to reclaim his lost galleon.

Mila: Thanks. Now we've got work to do.

*The Pirate Engines all board the ship once more. Mila climbs down from Thomas' footplate and opens Clerestory's door. Tam-Tam and Jackie clamber out with Rourkie, Mary and Brock in handcuffs.*

Thomas: Okay, Jackie. Explain your purpose.

Jackie: Thanks, Thomas. Now listen up, you maggots. I'm loyal to the crown and not to you. If you got so much as put a single toenail out of line. I'll have you chained to the stern. Got that?

Tam-Tam: Darling, you really ought to lighten up...

Stourport: Oh, shut up, she's serious. *turns to Jackie.* Look, ma'am. You might not like these pirates or engines, but there's no need for such rough language.

Brock: Yeah, why do you hate pirates so much? Was your favourite grandfather robbed by one or something?

Jackie: Do I have to have a sob story, a personal connection for you to understand my antipathy for your "kind"?

Tam-Tam: That's a non-denial denial if I ever heard one.

Jackie: Why do I need a reason? Why can't I just hate you because you're a bunch of murderous thieves?

Kinlet Hall: Or the fact you just hate steam engines because you're more a diesel person. *turns to North Star, Hither Green, Beyer and Bristol in a nervous way.* No offence, guys!

Thomas: Well... I MIGHT'VE been a thief, but definitely not a killer. No, sir.

Rourkie: Yeah... about that, Thomas...

Jackie: Oh, enough! Please, let's just set sail.

Mila: Yeah, but there's just one problem... where ARE we going?

King Edward I: What about that place where the Queen got her magic crown? I mean, the queen's crown has a bill of sale from that place.

Jackie: Good idea, King Edward I. Let's set sail. Thomas, Mila, Tam-Tam? Once you've rigged those sails, see me in the captain's quarter, will you please?

Thomas: Ummm... sure. I guess?

*End of Scene 5*
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Scene 6:

*Scene changes to back on Circe's island where Circe, all bruised and scratched from Thomas' monkey attacks, is sitting miserably on the beach, pondering over life.*

Circe: *sighs* What did I do to deserve this? And where did I go so wrong?

*Circe looks up and notices a ship docking into the rocks. This ship is the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team's own ship.*

Percy: Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good... and... stop!

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

*Percy climbs down from the ship's port bow and notices Circe.*

Percy: Excuse me, ma'am. Is this the imperial palace I've been hearing about?

Circe: I have no idea what you're talking about, young fellow.

Darious: Are you sure? We have vital information regarding the coins.

Circe: Coins... COINS?! You've got the wrong place, THERE WAS NO COIN AND THERE NEVER WAS!

*Circe runs off back into the wild. Percy and Darious watch in despair, Morgana, Leeko, James and Gordon climb down from the ship.*

Percy: Wait! Come back! You didn't answer my... Oh, what's the point?

Morgana: Darious, this isn't going to work.

Darious: I wouldn't doubt it, Morgana. It's obvious that this landlady is hiding something. I think it's best we follow. *climbs into Percy's cab.* Percy, please follow that lady and get as much information as you can.

Percy: Ay-ay, cap'n!

*Percy blows his whistle and puffs off into the wilderness, the others follow pursuit. It isn't long before they encounter the animals on the island.*

Percy: Hey, guys! Check it out, there's giraffes there.

*Circe, hiding behind a bush, peers out and looks nervously at the engines. She tries to hide again when Percy and the others see her.*

Percy: Excuse me, ma'am. I don't believe you've been in any delays but...

Circe: If you're talking about the coins, go away! They've caused enough trouble for me already.

Percy: Oh, it's not just the coins we're hunting for. We're looking for some old friends of ours. They were kidnapped.

Circe: Who?

*James steams toward Circe and Percy.*

James: What my friend Percy is saying is have you seen a brown cat in 17th century clothing and a blue tank engine with a No. 1 on his side?

Circe: *walks out from the bushes* Those two? Oh God... Yes, I have! You mean Thomas and Mila, right?

Percy: Yes! That's it! Thomas and Mila! They were kidnapped by a rival pirate.

Circe: I didn't see their captain when they visited me, who did you say your captain was?

Percy: Rourkie, you know? Evil sea-sailing uptonogood-doer?

Circe: He wasn't there when your friends came to see me.

Darious: Well, what happened then?

Circe: Long story short. All I know was that Thomas and Mila needed disguises so Rourkie wouldn't be able to identify them. I tried getting a disguise ready for Mila. But Thomas debunked my plans and I accidently used my magic from the coin to turn him
into a monkey.

Percy: Oh no, Thomas could be swinging trees and eating bananas by now!

Circe: Actually, it didn't work that way. He was still an engine like you. But... *gulps* He was so furious with me that he literally attacked me, hence why you're seeing me in bruises and cuts.

James: Oh, I think I understand where this is going. If I know Thomas, he'd call his monkey form "a hairy, smelly NFT from Season 24".

Circe: That's precisely what he did say.

Voice: And we tried to warn him!

Circe: What the-?

*Just then, Gerald and Geraldine the giraffes show up.*

Circe: Good lord, you can talk.

Geraldine: Of course we can, we only did it when you weren't around.

Gerald: According to our knowledge of the coins, we heard if they're gathered together, they can lift curses.

Circe: WHAT? And I thought all this time I thought turning life back to the noble, feral age would be better.

Geraldine: Not anymore, b***h. We're going to finish what you started!

*Just then, some of the animals start crowding around Circe and start beating her up.*

Circe: *screaming in agony* OH, NOT AGAIN!

*The pirates and engines watch in a disgusted way.*

Percy: Does that... usually happen?

Morgana: Not that I know of, No. 6.

*When the animals have finished, all that's left of Circe are her clothes and several bare bones. Gerald and Geraldine walk over to the pirates.*

Percy: Well, are you coming to kill us too?

Gerald: No, little fella! We want to join you on your quest to find those coins and save the world.

Morgana: You've gotta be joking! We don't have enough room for animals. We've already invited 21 engines, two temple guides and a scrawny, overweight baker. We don't have room for more.

Geraldine: Trust me, ma'am. If I know these coins, curses like that can lift overtime.

Darious: I don't blame these giraffes, Morgana. I think they're onto something.

Morgana: Oh... but Darious...

Percy: Look, Morgana. These animals could've also been victims of Rourkie. I mean, he's hurt Angie and Duana, he's hurt Kate and goodness KNOWS what will happen to these animals if HE intervened. Just give them a chance, PLEASE!

Morgana: *sighs* Fine, No. 6.

*Just then, Nia steams up.*

Nia: I'll take care of you animals. After all, I've seen loads of giraffes, elephants, lions and zebras back in my days in Kenya.

Gerald: You're from Kenya? You're a perfect example of taming animals.

Nia: *blushes with pride.* Oh thank you, it's just what I do for a living.

Darious: Indeed, welcome aboard... er... what are your names?

Gerald: I'm Gerald, and this is my sister Geraldine.

Geraldine: We were former antiquarians, studying for treasure, until we ended up here.

Darious: Very well then, let's all get back to our ship and set course for our next lead.

Percy: Ay-ay, cap'n!

*Percy, James, Nia, Darious, Morgana, Gordon, Leeko and the giraffes all head back to the ship.*

Percy: But here's some things you animals need to remember. These Dread Pirates respect the chain of command, Morgana is first mate and unless captain Darious states otherwise, you have
to follow her orders.

Gerald: Sounds easy enough.

Nia: But please, don't mess with her. She is quite bad-ass from what I know. She can make ANYONE walk the plank if they mess with her.

Geraldine: That does sound bad.

Nia: But don't worry, I'LL be the one keeping you animals safe.

Gerald: Thanks, Kenyan engine! We shouldn't ask for anything more!

*The ship sets sail on its next course, Scene changes to on The Pirate's Fate where Thomas, Mila and King Edward I are on deck. Rourkie and Mary are gloomily scrubbing the decks, whilst chained down.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, a few miles west of the Bristol Channel, things weren't going well on The Pirate's Fate.

Mary: Okay, King. She's asleep in her bunker, You can drop your silly act now.

King Edward I: What act, my dear?

Mary: I know you're not a king! You're a locomotive, you're... one of Thomas' so-called friends!

King Edward I: Oh, I like the sound of that! Tell me more!

Rourkie: You know, sometimes I just wish it was me that wore the crown.

King Edward I: You really don't understand, young Rourkie. Mary was once a princess too. Every day was miserable and boring. State dinners, official functions, Worst of all were the servants, They always stopped her from
having her fun.

Rourkie: I bloody know that. Kingy. It WAS fun... My fun, that is.

King Edward I: Your fun? Oh, utter tish-tosh. The only fun we had on the West Somerset Railway were galas, Halloween Ghost Trains, Santa Specials...

Thomas: And of course those Day out with Thomas events which I wish you still held every year... but bloody f**king Mattel ruined it.

Mary: The only fun, King Edward I, is that I can be happy seeing someone else suffer. But to be honest, rail accidents always seem to be one form of my entertainment. The only thing that brings
me joy is pain. I know I'd have a lifetime of inflicting misery on others. And thanks to Rourkie, it was a dream come true. *strokes Rourkie's face.*

Rourkie: Mary, please... not in front of Steamboy!

King Edward I: Oh... my.

Mary: Well, it's not an act, isn't it? I can see it in his face. The same expression of horror. Everyone has it, even Thomas and Mila. Well, everyone except you, Rourkie. When I met you... I finally met someone
who understood me.

King Edward I: Could you try explaining it again? I'll try harder to understand.

Rourkie: *facepalms* Oh my God...

Mary: Even if King Edward I doesn't know who I am. I know he's like me, deep down. He's just not content to be a king, why else did he come out here with us?

King Edward I: Obviously to rescue Thomas' friends. Which we thought were you guys. I came here to help my friends with their journey too.

Mary: Really? You were willing to risk life and limb for friends you say you don't know?

King Edward I: I'm sorry I don't remember you, ma'am. I really am, okay? It's just... this crown, it's given me high power! I can see the universe, right from the front to the back of my own buffers!

Mary: You know, King Edward I. Reaching you isn't going to be easy, isn't it? But that doesn't matter. It wasn't easy to take me from my castle. Rourkie knew it would put himself at great risk. But he did so anyway,
I would NEVER give up on him! No matter what.

Rourkie: *tries his best not to cry, he eventually clears throat.* Yeah, thanks for that pep talk, Mary. Really needed it.

Thomas: *whispers* That is the most strangest friendship I've ever seen.

King Edward I: You're telling me, Thomas.

*Suddenly, a thunderstorm is heard.*

King Edward I: That wasn't me, was it?

*Just then, Jackie climbs out from the bunker, followed by Tam-Tam, Kinlet Hall and Hither Green.*

Jackie: Do you feel that?

Thomas: Feel what?

Jackie: This is serious! Get to rigging those storm sails! I'll try to steer us out of the worst of it. You should get below deck, Rourkie and King Edward I.

Rourkie: Hey, I'm a pirate, aren't I?

King Edward I: And I still need to learn the tools of his former trade sooner or later. Might as well learn by watching you.

Jackie: Oh, what's the point in that, Rourkie? As soon as this little adventure is over, we'll go back to Kittering Castle, and everything will be back to normal.

*But Rourkie and King Edward I stay silent.*

King Edward I: No... It's far worse than that, Jackie...

Jackie: What?

*King Edward I steams over to the stern and watches the waves, with a serious look on his face.*

King Edward I: The darkness and suffering of a brutal pirate can live on from one soul to another, every day they stray further and further away from God. None of us care if we're here for a day or the rest of our lives.
We are a really useful crew. I don't care if we struggle to get the coins under the abusive power of Nakhta, I have royal bloodline myself and it's only fair that one with real common sense takes command from the sea-faring kind.

Jackie: Alright, suit yourself then, King Edward I. But don't come crying to me if being in charge is difficult for you.

*Later, Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam are having an indignation meeting below deck.*

Tam-Tam: You know, darlings. I can't believe that Jackie. She's so gloomy and gruff.

Thomas: It's like she's becoming the captain, but the Pirate Engines is MY crew!

Mila: Actually, OUR crew, Thomas. But that's not the point, she's the one you're worried about? What about Brock, Mary and Rourkie? They haven't changed a bit.

Thomas: Well, we'll have to think of SOMETHING that'll make them change their ways for the better.

Tam-Tam: It's hard for me to believe this crew is as bad as you said it was, Thomas. But they seem like a bunch of lovable misfits to me.

Thomas: Loveable misfits indeed. Why, they...

*Just then, King Edward I and Caledonia Works barge in, panicking.*

King Edward I: You lot, come quickly! It's Jackie! She's in trouble! And Rourkie's seen everything

Thomas: Not surprised. If so, what's happened?

Caledonia Works: She fell overboard.

*Thomas, Mila and Tam-Tam all start to look worried. They eventually follow the two other engines out to the ship's deck. The other engines, plus Rourkie, Mary and Brock, all stand on the starboard, looking anxious.*

Thomas: What happened, guys?

Rourkie: Oh, Steamboy! Thank God you've come, you were right all along! I'm a fool! *sobs*

Thomas: Jesus Christ, Rourkie. The fact you're freaking out over this makes this seem more worrying than I thought.

Rourkie: It's all my fault.

Mary: Your fault? What are you talking about? You shoving her over?

Rourkie: I might as well have! She was redoing one of the riggings and there was this gust of wind. I tried to grab her hand, but I wasn't strong enough to hold on.
I thought I could come out here and help you, guys. *sniffs* But I'm nothing, Steamboy was right this whole time. I'm a literal failure. A real sailor would've been able to save Jackie.
But I'm just completely irrelevant... A waste of space, I should... *sniffs* just jump into the ocean too. *sobs*

Brock: Oh God, don't do that, boss. You hate the water, remember?

Thomas: Don't worry, we'll bring the ship around. Let's see if we can find her. Stourport, I want you to use your lamp as a searchlight to locate Jackie.

Stourport: I'm on it, Thomas!

Tam-Tam: Really, Thomas? In this storm? Darling, she's already...

Thomas: Tam-Tam, we don't have time for your savage sarcasm. We're going to at least try!

Rourkie: For once, I agree with Steamboy! I just can't be responsible for her death. I could be hung at Kittering Castle if the Queen finds out I killed her...

*Just then, Stourport blows his whistle.*

Stourport: Look, chaps! I found something!

Rourkie: What.. what is it? Oh my God, it's her!

Stourport: No, wait. That's just another wave. False alarm.

Rourkie: But I was sure I saw something.

Mila: Maybe it was just the rudder.

Rourkie: Oh... right, Sorry, I got your hopes up high.

Thomas: My hopes weren't... Oh, f**k it! What am I saying?

Rourkie: Steamboy, Kitty. *sighs* I'm sorry I can't be as a good friend I was before.

Thomas: Wait... what?

Mila: Friend?

Rourkie: You were definitely 100% right about all this, Steamboy. Mary and Brock are so disappointed in me. I...

*Thomas puts his hand on Rourkie's shoulder.*

Thomas: Don't listen to them. You've learned your lesson and that's all that matters.

Mila: Thomas is right, Brock and Mary will find it all out the hard way.

Rourkie: Oh, Steamboy and Kitty. Words cannot express how GLAD I am to hear it.

*Just then, Brock and Mary come out from beneath the deck.*

Brock: So... uhhhh... how many hours has it been again?

Mila: Seven, why'd you ask?

*Tam-Tam walks up.*

Tam-Tam: Even if she didn't drown, Mila. She'd be dead of exposure by now. Face it, she's gone.

Mary: Well, I'll be the first one to say it. I'm glad she's dead.

Rourkie: Oh, please, Mary. That's not in good taste.

Mary: What do you mean? We finally have our ship back, we're free, free at last.

Brock: That's right. So, where we headed, boss?

Rourkie: Boss? Boss? No, no, no. No freaking way! I can't possibly be your leader. Forget it, I'm done being captain. It's just... too much pressure.
Steamboy and Kitty have shown me better purposes in my life.

Mary: Then, maybe I should be captain!

Brock: Why not me? Come on, I'll arm wrestle you for it.

Tam-Tam: Don't mind me over here... I was the only one smart enough not to get arrested, but I suppose that doesn't count for anything.

Rourkie: Yeah, I suppose. I think... Steamboy and Kitty, or should I say, Thomas and Mila... YOU TWO are in charge in now.

Mila: What? Us? Why?

Brock: Aww, you stole the words right out of my mouth.

Rourkie: It's just a feeling. I believe, you two got me out of jail, found yourselves a proper crew. Those... are the most chad moves I've ever seen in my entire life. I should trust you.

Mary: But... you didn't trust her one bit. Rourkie, you chained Mila to the mast.

Brock: You also shot Thomas in the wheels numerous times.

Rourkie: Yeah, but why else would I do such a thing, unless Mila and Thomas were very important to me?

Brock: Well, you were punishing them for...

Tam-Tam: Oh, who cares what you think, Brock. I for once can't wait to follow Mila the Brave and Thomas the Leader.

Mary: Oh, come on. I'm not following her orders.

Brock: That makes two of us.

Rourkie: But you will follow mine, right?

Brock: Of course. I mean, why wouldn't I?

Rourkie: Then my orders are to follow Mila and Thomas.

Brock: Sure, I... wait a second... Damn, Mary! I think Rourkie got us on this one.

Mary: Yeah...

Rourkie: That's right, now I'm starting to get the knack of this good pirate thing.

Mary: This won't be forever, Mila and Thomas. You two are the leaders, enjoy it while you can.

Thomas: You know... you guys are right! If I can be the leader of the Steam Team! I can be the leader of the Pirate Engines too! Mila, you're my first mate and Rourkie, you're my second.

Mila: You got it, Thomas!

Rourkie: Excellent choice, captain!

Tam-Tam: So, where to... captain?

Thomas: Hmmmm... let me think. I do know an old friend up in Ilfracombe who needs help...

Rourkie: A friend? Sure! Who are they? Why are they in need of help?

Thomas: That's... a long story.

*Scene changes to back at Ilfracombe where the Pirate's Fate is moored. The Pirate Engines disembark from the ship onto the docks and make their way to the pie shop.*

Thomas: Well, here we are. We'll have to walk past the burnt-down pie shop to get to the...

Rugby: I see the pie shop, but it looks just fine.

Brock: That can't be right... How? I burnt that place down myself.

Rourkie: Maybe they rebuilt it?

Stourport: Probably got insurance, I assume?

Thomas: Rebuilt it exactly the same? I don't think so. Something's very wrong, here, and we've got to find out what.

North Star: Why not ask these two FedEx engines? Maybe they might know.

Thomas: FedEx engines? What'd you mean, North Star?

*North Star points to some FedEx engines shunting. The FedEx engines are both twin Caledonian 812 Classes, painted in a BR Lined Black with the early emblem and have the numbers
57646 and 57647 on the sides. When Thomas sees them, they suddenly look familiar to him.*

Thomas: My God... is that? No! It can't be!

*Thomas steams towards the two FedEx engines and blows his whistle to gain their attention.*

57646: Who's that guy?

57647: Och, he's just a pirate. Just ignore him.

Thomas: Donald! Douglas! I can't believe it! What are you doing here? And why are you working for FedEx?

57646: Who are you talking about?

57647: Who's Donal' and Douggie?

Thomas: Come on, guys. Don't trick me! I know it's you! You were the Scottish Twin engines on the Island of Sodor. You were utility engines who worked on Duck's Branch Line!

57646: Sir, we don't even know what you're talking about.

57647: Just let us do our jobs.

Thomas: But guys, don't you remember your adventures on Sodor? You know, my special coach, tender-swapping, the signalbox, the Spiteful Brakevan, Dilly the Duck, saving Oliver from scrap?

57646: Sorry, lad. We've never been to Sodor before.

57647: Who's Oliver and Dilly?

Thomas: That's not true. You've lived on Sodor for over 60 years! I've known you perfectly well!

57647: Look, lad. Why not you ask in the pie shop about all this? You're generally confused.

Thomas: Alright...

*Thomas steams sadly back to the Pirate Engines.*

Thomas: I don't believe it, the twins don't recognize me. Is it because I have that 5 o'clock shadow? Is that it?

Mila: I don't know, we'll have to ask.

*The Pirate Engines all steam into the pie-shop. Just then, Kate comes out and greets them.*

Kate: Welcome to Kate's Perfect Pies, how can I help y'all?

Thomas: How the f**k did you manage to get out of jail?

Mila: I thought this place was called Trento's.

Kate: Didn't ya read the sign on the front?

Thomas: Wait... what si-?

*Thomas suddenly remembers Kate was right. Outside the pie-shop is a large, red hand-written neon sign that reads "Kate's Perfect Pies".*

Thomas: Oh yeah... But that doesn't answer my question. How'd you get out?

Kate: Out? Out of where?

Thomas: Out of jail! *sighs* It's fine, I honestly didn't expect you to recognize me because the fact I almost seem to have a beard. I'm Thomas T. Tank Engine.
You know, your cellmate?

Kate: Cellmate? I don't know who you've got me mistaken for, but I'm not the kind of person who'd end up in prison.

Mila: But... you don't remember meeting someone called Thomas? We first met after Rourkie took us here.

Rourkie: What did I do?

Mila: Oh, forget it. It's just it! It feels like it never happened.

Thomas: Almost like Kate I never even met. So... because of how things might've been re-written. King Edward I, I no longer needed to rescue her.

Kate: Wait... did you just say, King Edward I? The locomotive king?

Rourkie: Uhhh... yeah. That's right...

Kate: Oh wow! I've dreamt of servin' the royal engines since I was a little girl! You've just got to try one of my pies! My husband and my two engine friends are probably finished with
their cherry pies by now.

Mila: Your husband?

Thomas: Engine friends?

Kate: Bring it out, fellas! We've got royalty to serve!

*Just then, two engines plus a corgi chef come out of the kitchen with trollies full of pies. One engine is a tank engine painted in an orange livery with black lining, a yellow running board and a reindeer face with glasses, the other
is a Furness K2 Larger Seagull class in a green livery with red lining. They both have the shop's logo painted on their sides. They're followed by a small corgi chef whom Mila seems to recognize.*

Chef: One cherry pie, coming right up!

Mila: What the...? Leeko? Is that really you?

Thomas: I don't believe it! Jade... Bertha? You're working here now?

Jade: Ummm... yes, that's me. Jade the Reindeer Engine. Haven't we met before?

Thomas: Yes, Jade! I'm Thomas T. Tank Engine. You know, your big brother?

Jade: I don't recall having a brother.

Kate: Don't mind him, honey. He's just a little confused. A minute ago, he and his little friends thought they and I knew each other from prison.

Bertha: He must be having his mind.

Thomas: Jade, Bertha! I'm Thomas. Your workmate. Your friend. You don't remember meeting me? Come on, I know we had past adventures. Fixing Joey's House, a flying plastic bear. Come on, girls. Why did this change?

Bertha: I... uh...

Rourkie: Don't worry, guys. Let me ask. How did you four meet?

Jade: Oh, well. That's a long story. Not long ago, I was shipwrecked. Thought I was going to drown for sure. Bertha was with me at the time.

Bertha: There was this chap. Can't remember his name at the time, but he was kind enough to rescue us and drop us off here. And that's when we ran into Kate.
She'd always wanted to be a chef, just like us. And so I said "Hey, we've had enough rotten luck being locomotives working in North West England. Why not try something new?"

Leeko: I was a refugee too. I was an antiques dealer at this place called... Exeter. I believe it was... But then, shortly before Jade and Bertha were rescued. I was made a temporary cartographer
for this same guy. When the three of us moved to Ilfracombe here. That was where we've met Kate.

Kate: And we've never been happier. That is, until today... now we're actually meetin' the King Edward I. In the flesh, no doubt. Come on, your majesty, eat up!

King Edward I: Oh... er... no thanks, I'll pass. I'm not that hungry. Thomas, Mila, Rourkie? Maybe we should be going.

Thomas: What? But King Edward I, you've got to find out the truth, why shouldn't they?

Rourkie: *whispers* Just look at the four of them. They're happy together. They've fulfilled their lifelong dreams. To be honest, I was happy when I found out we had crews
who cared about us. But part of that was because I didn't want to stay in Kittering Castle. Telling Leeko and Kate the truth would be just too cruel. We have to let them live
their lives as though this had never happened.

Mila: I guess. Alright, Leeko and Kate. I'll try and visit again soon.

Bertha: But, Your Majesty. we can't convince you to take any food to go, right?

Thomas: And I still need to get my friends Bertha and Jade back!

Jade: Sorry, young Thomas. I honestly can't remember any of this.

Bertha: It must be all in your head.

King Edward I: They're right, and I couldn't impose.

Kate: But... my dream.

Thomas: And my friends...

King Edward I: Well, you SHOULD visit the castle. My sister is in need of a new pastry chef.

Kate: The queen? Really?

Leeko: I never thought I'd be cooking for her!

Jade: Me too!

Thomas: You're NOT chefs! You're engines! We work on the Island of Sodor. We were members of the Steam Team.

*Odney Manor buffers up to Thomas.*

Odney Manor: Yes, I'm sure we can discuss this later, Thomas.

*The Pirate Engines go back to the ship, Odney Manor is pulling a desperately-seeking Thomas behind him.*

Thomas: NONONONONO! You don't understand! You gotta help me! DON'T JUST STAND THERE, I'M IN SEAFARING HELL! MY IQ's DROPPING BY
THE SECOND. I'M BECOMING OF THEM!!!!!

*Thomas gets dragged around a street corner. Jade, Bertha, Kate and Leeko watch from the doorway of the shop.*

Jade: What a strange guy...

*End of Scene 6*
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Scene 7:

*The next morning, on the Island of Sodor. Joey and Diesel's search party are waiting at Vicarstown, ready to go and find the Steam Team.*

Narrator: Back on the Island of Sodor, The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) sent me and Diesel's search party plans into action.*

Diesel: Okay, once more, sir. Where are we going? 

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): To South West England. 

Diesel: And why are you and the Female Furries in the coaches? 

Amy: We're gonna help locate the whereabouts of Thomas and the Steam Team.

Diesel: And why is Joey here? 

Joey: I came up with the idea. 

Diesel: And why am I here? 

Sandy: Because you know the Other Railway better than we do, Diesel. 

Diesel: And why are the narrow gauge engines here? 

Skarloey: Because we couldn't find Duke to look after the railway. 

Diesel: And why is Duke here? 

Duke: 'Cause Bertram didn't wanna come by himself.

Bertram: *On a flatbed* Hi!

Diesel: And why is everyone else here?

Joey: *sighs* To be honest, Diesel. I think everyone else on Sodor had the same idea.

Diesel: *chuckles* Okay, fair enough.

*Just then, Arthur arrives at Vicarstown with some mail trucks, looking quite out of breath.*

Arthur: Hey, guys! *pants* You're not going to believe what I just found!

Joey: What is it, Arthur?

Arthur: *pants* I found a letter from a certain someone hidden amongs the mailbags in one of the trucks!

Joey: Really? What does it say?

*Arthur gives Joey the letter, who opens the envelope and reads the message.*

Diesel: What does it say, Joey?

*Joey reads the letter and gasps.*

Joey: It's from Thomas! HE'S ALIVE!!!

*The other engines all cheer and whistle.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Alright, settle down, everyone! Let's not get carried away! Joey, what did Thomas write to us?

Joey: Well, he wrote...

*Scene cuts to Thomas in a cabin on the Pirate's Fate, writing a letter back to Sodor.*

Thomas: *thinking as he writes* Dear Joey and all my friends.
Me and the Steam Team are doing alright, all 21 of us engines are together. 
Unfortunately, we didn't arrive in Dartmouth as our railferry got destroyed in a storm. 
But luckily, we were rescued by a group of treasure hunters known as the Dread Pirates.
But unfortunately, me and one of the mates got kidnapped by a rival pirate. He treated us badly
at first, but now he's got his comeuppance and has become more really useful. Not to mention, me
and Mila have already hired a crew of our very own, consisting of engines from the West Somerset Line.
We have already braved the waves and continuing the voyage to find these coins. But now, I must be going
all cuckoo in the smokebox. Because Donald and Douglas have landed themselves jobs at FedEx and Jade
and Bertha are working in a pie-shop at Ilfracombe! I just hope we don't lose anymore members of the Steam Team...

But my condolences go out to all the engines and friends who have managed without us.

Yours truly
Thomas the Tank Engine

*Thomas puts the letter in an envelope and puts it in a nearby letterbox.*

Thomas: I hope they get the message in time.

*Scene cuts back to Joey reading the note.*

Joey: Well, won't you look at that? Thomas is alright, he's just been rescued by misunderstood pirates.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): But the fact that we've lost a few Steam Team engines on the way means we must gather them up and bring them altogether again!

Joey and Diesel: Yes, sir!

*The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) climbs on board Clarabel.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Right then! Off we go, everyone! We're on a treasure hunt too, to find the Steam Team.

*The cavalcade sets off from Vicarstown, on their way to find the Steam Team. A map shows the cavalcade at Dalton-in-Furness, it pans out to
reveal the engines are far away near the Bristol Channel.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, the engines and the pirates were on their way to find the seventh coin. Which was situated in a small shop somewhere in Porlock Weir...

*Scene changes to a merchants shop in Porlock Weir where Thomas, Mila, Rourkie, Mary, Brock, Beyer and Bristol are going.*

Beyer: So... Thomas thinks there could be another coin hidden in here?

Mila: Well, I suppose he's right, Beyer.

*The septet enter the building carefully and quietly as they could.*

Thomas: Hello, is anyone there?

*Just then, two matchmakers (one rabbit and one cat) appear out of nowhere.*

Cat: Oh, hi there! Welcome one, welcome all, to Sherry and Threyon's love imporium! We have everything you could want for your most intimidating needs...

Sherry: We sell trinkets to help fill the hole in the heart...

Mary: Intimidating needs, huh? Sounds fun!

Sherry: Of course it's fun! Who wouldn't enjoy some help with love? Especially when we have our volunteer here.

Thomas: What volunteer?

*Just then, a purple Sentient 4wVGBT pulls up, carrying a box full of trinkets. Thomas stares in amazement when he recognizes who it is.*

Thomas: Holly?! Is that you?

Sentient: Yes, my name's Holly. How could I help?

Thomas: Holly? Don't you recognize me?!

Holly: I see loads of customers come in here alot but I don't recognize a number of them.

Thomas: Holly, it's me! You know, Thomas the Tank Engine! You worked on my branch line.

Holly: I'm sorry, Mr. Tank Engine. But I've never met you in my entire life.

Thomas: Come on! You MUST remember me! Your arrival caused trouble for Mavis! I definitely remember that time!

Holly: Who's Mavis?

Thomas: *facepalms* Oh... this is going to take a while? And more importantly, how did you end up here?

Holly: Well, I used to be a pilot engine for this station based in Loughborough. You know, Great Central line?

Thomas: I know that! You also worked at Butterley if I remember correctly.

Holly: Yeah, but I was seldom used at both railways. It was those two who purchased me to help run their love shop, and mind you. They've done a WONDERFUL job at running it!

Mary: Love? *groans* You got my hopes up there for a second. Had me in the first half, not gonna lie.

Mila: Yep, I think we're in the wrong place. Maybe we should go...

Thomas: Mila, we can't go! This is our next lead!

Sherry: Look at that poor catgirl. She thinks finding love is a waste of time. Not to mention her engine friend here looks like he's running out of steam.
Maybe they're beyond even our ability to help.

Thomas: No, we're not! We're just... *sighs* I've had a rough two weeks. Going around the channel finding coins, facing unofficial monarchy, and being seperated from my own
personal fleet of engines.

Threyon: I'm sure you two are just reprehensive 'cause you're so shy at heart. Cupid just needs a helping hand sometimes, buddy. There's no shame in that.

Mila: Please keep your hands to yourselves, guys. We're just looking for the coins. 

Threyon: Why yes, of course! The wizard didn't conjugate them for nothing, you know.

Mila: The wizard?

Threyon: Maybe we can admonish one of our love questionnaires.

Bristol: Really? What kind of love questionnaire?

Thomas: Well actually, I have a question for you, if you don't mind of course.

Sherry: Sure, ask away.

Thomas: Well then, If you are the love-making duo... Do you know how to talk people into having *leans over to Threyon and Sherry and whispers.* S.E.X?

*Threyon and Sherry look at Thomas in disbelief and blush. Holly, on the other hand, giggles.*

Threyon: Ummmm... You're going to have to find out for yourself...

Sherry: Anyone else?

Rourkie: I've got a question, it might sound silly but... *takes a deep breath.* Do you know what Queen Nakhta bought from you when she came here?

Holly: Sorry, sir. All our services are stringently confidential.

Rourkie: Oh, okay. Apologies, I had no idea. I'm dreadfully sorry to have dared to tread upon.

Mary: Don't apologize, just tell her. We have someone who's royalty and they're not. Answer my questions or I'll have them thrown onto the tracks.

Rourkie: Is that really necessary?

Mary: Well, it's what Thomas would do...

Brock: Nah, that's more of your style, Mary. You'd be like "Oh, little shopkeepers. Sure would be a shame if something were to happen to you.".

Beyer: That does sound a little dreadful.

Bristol: You're telling me.

Mila: Alright, let's cut to the chase. I think what Rourkie REALLY want to know is if we told him the truth. Was there really an enchanted crown which could
re-write reality and make others see the future?

Rourkie: Well... er... It's not that I don't trust you. It's just... *clears throat* ...Well, I have to know everything about what that crown did to one of our crewmembers.

Beyer: Yes, the crown we gave to King Edward I.

Sherry: You mean, he wore it? That could possibly explain everything.

Holly: It does?

Sherry: That's why they're so confused.

Threyon: I think his condition is contiguous, I'm getting a little confused too.

*Rourkie and Thomas gape nervously at the fact that Sherry's breasts are digging into the back on Threyon.*

Rourkie: Dang... these guys are a proper wee lovey-dovey...

Thomas: Tell me about it...

Rourkie: So anyway, is there some way one of us can regain our memories or our skills? You know, some way to undo what was done and regain what was lost?

Holly: Sorry, bud. No refunds, no exchanges or sublimations.

Thomas: Wow... to think the world was like a computer. Once you've lost your data, you can't restore it.

Bristol: You can still back it up, right?

Thomas: Depends really, Bristol.

Holly: But could you at least purchase a new item? That's what I would've done.

Mary: Purchase? You mean rob! We ought to burn this place to the ground for all the trouble it's caused us. They "enhanced" King Edward I's brain and now Rourkie's undergoing
a mid-life crisis. He's become a whiny, little wretch.

Rourkie: I would not be hesitant to shave your woolly fur clean off, right now.

Mary: Whoa... okay, calm down.

Holly: Such a temper on this one.

Threyon: You know, I'm getting a thought, what about that goat horn? That'll really take the edge off her! It'll be perfect for her!

Sherry: Perfect! I'll go get it from the back! *huddles Threyon.* You should come with me. I don't want to spend another second away from your beautiful face...

Threyon: And I don't want to extirpate myself from your beautiful... well, you know...

*Threyon and Sherry both walk to the back room, huddling each other.*

Mary: Why are you lot wasting time chatting them up? I say we follow them in back and then jump 'em right now.

Beyer: Hey, Can we say "OwO What's this" while we can?

Thomas: No... Beyer, you can't.

Mila: I like the idea!

Holly: You guys are into some weird stuff, you know that?

*Just then, Sherry and Threyon arrive back at the counter.*

Sherry: And we're back! Don't worry, I'm sure this is going to put a smile on your face.

Mary: Unless you slit your own wrists, I doubt it.

*Sherry hands Mary a bottle of fragrence.*

Mary: What's this? A bottle of fragr- *sprays the fragrance in his face.* ARRRGH, F**K! MY EYES!

Thomas: Whoa, are you okay?

Mary: Yes! Yes! I'm fine! Don't rub it in! This is f**king pepper spray! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!

Brock: Uh... Mary?

Sherry: What do you think? Thanks to us, she's been re-shaped to be lucky in love.

Mary: Lucky in love? LUCKY IN LOVE?! You give me a f**king pepper spray and call it "lucky in love"? You guys have issues, you know that?

Beyer: How interesting, perhaps one of us should try the coin, too? I would like to see what happens?

Bristol: I wouldn't jump to it...

Brock: Yeah... can't we just get the hell out of here? After we grab that coin, of course?

Sherry: You can't take that. How do you expect us to help people without it? Giving people advice? Creating a safe space to talk about their problems?

Threyon: We'll go broke. We might as well declare bureaucracy right now.

Thomas: Don't you mean bankruptcy?

Holly: Yes, that.

Thomas: Oh... whoops.

Rourkie: How awful! I just can't imagine them living them in a box on the streets.

Threyon: At least we'll get to snuggle!

Thomas: I don't care what you do. We're the Pirate Engines and we don't take NO for an answer.

Rourkie: Don't mind Thomas. I'm sure he doesn't mean to snap like that...

Thomas: Actually, I do! And so does Mila. Give us that coin, now! And NO tricks this time.

Threyon: Okay, okay! Take it! You win!

*Thomas takes the coin and puts it in his running board.*

Thomas: Now to finish what they've started.

*Thomas aims a gun at Threyon and Sherry and opens fire at both of them.*

Thomas: There we go. If James can do it, so can I. Now then, Bristol, Beyer. I want you to take Mary back to the ship. Mila, Rourkie and Brock can stay and help me raid the store. *leans over to Mila, Rourkie and Brock.*
Trust me, you guys are pirates and pirates do steal from whom they've killed.

Mila: I'm not sure about this... but okay.

Brock: Are you sure, Thomas? I wanted to get outta here as soon as possible.

Thomas: Brock, we're pirates. Stealing is fractically within our blood.

Brock: Oh... alright. Makes sense when you glance at it.

*Beyer, Bristol and Mary leave the store, Holly watches in daze.*

Rourkie: So... you think you can run a store by yourself?

Holly: I guess... how hard could it be?

*Scene changes to back on the ship where Tam-Tam, Rugby, King Edward I, Stourport and Odney Manor are waiting for the others. They're quite surprised after seeing Mary
with bloodshot eyes.*

Tam-Tam: Oh, my God... I can't believe I let myself miss that! What on earth happened to you?

Thomas: Well, long story short. There were these merchants and...

Mary: They gave me a pepper spray and I sprayed my own eyes. Maybe you guys were right, sometimes we all just want to watch the world burn. Besides, you look... pleased with yourself, Odney Manor.

Odney Manor: Well, talk about an understatement there, Mary.

*Just then, Brock walks up.*

Brock: Oh, please guys! Mary's been through a lot! The last thing she needs is us picking on her.

Tam-Tam: Oh, shut up! Let me have my fun.

Mary: For once, let her. What else do you find entertaining about my situation? You don't think I'm hideous? Pathetic? A waste of space? Go ahead... let it out
if it makes you smile.

Tam-Tam: Fine, fine. If you're so sensitive, I'll just keep it to myself.

Mary: Wait! I...

Thomas: Don't rise to it, Mary. She'll learn the hard way.

*Meanwhile, on the other ship. Gordon and Angie just sweeping the decks when James steams up with a small microchip in his hand.*

James: Gordon! Angie! I found this hidden under the coal inside my tender! It's a microchip one of us formerly used. 

Gordon: Wow, what does it do?

James: Do you realise that this chip can be inserted into a GPS that can enter into someone's brain that...

*But before, James could reply. Percy steams up to the trio.*

Percy: Or it could be inserted into the mouth manually, and digest it. So we can battle hunger and taste good.

Gordon: Wait... Percy.

*But Percy ends up swallowing the microchip.*

James: Ohhh... man.

Gordon: Tell me you just didn't eat that f**king...

Percy: Hey, James said it was a chip. So where's the dip? Or am I looking at him?

James: OOOOOH! You did not even just do that! *chuckles* You are so dead! OOOH NO, you didn't! *laughs* Oh my God!

Gordon: Yeah... right.

*Later, Percy is sitting on a bucket. Mila gives him a drink in a beer mug.*

Angie: Alright, mate. Drink this.

Percy: I'm not thirsty.

Angie: I said drink it.

Percy: Well, what is it?

Angie: It's a mixture of mustard, vinegar and oyster sauce.

Percy: Oyster sauce, oh hell yeah!

Angie: You see that chip you ate. It's comin' out of ya, one way or another.

*Percy drinks the mixture.*

Percy: A little weak but you can fix that up a little half and half. But it was cool, so give me another.

*James steams up, quite jealous.*

James: I get it, they badmouthed you and they make delicious sugary energy shakes. And I open my mouth in a helpful way and I get slapped. We must be in topsy-turvy world.

*Just then, Gordon arrives with another drink for Percy.*

Gordon: Here's another, Percy. And I think I may have peed in this one.

James: NO WAY!

*James yoinks the drink out of Gordon's hands.*

Gordon: James! Wait, what are you doing?

James: I am now in training. *drinks the mixture.* It's kinda fruity when you... 

*James vomits over Gordon, Percy and Angie. Percy covers the bucket over his face to stop James from puking on him. James stops vomiting, the others take a closer look to see if he has. But then he vomits
again!*

James: *groans* Yeah... that was GOOD! *coughs* My teeth feel goody! And I'm gonna drink some water.

*James steams off to drink some water and Gordon follows. Percy sits back on the bucket.*

Percy: Well, not bad. Get some of that in a keg. That body needs nutrients...

Angie: ...and Gordon needs that chip, mate. One way... or the other.

Percy: Oh, okay. Fecal matter. Stool sample.

Angie: Don't talk about it, just do it.

Percy: Well, I don't do it, Angie. Like most engines, My body consumes all waste material. It's like the Thunderdome in here. Only, two men enter... no man leaves. Rated R.

Angie: *stunned* No!

Percy: Starring Mel Gibson, and Tina Turner.

Angie: Are you serious?!

Percy: Yep.

Angie: You don't...

Percy: Don't what?

Angie: Uuuhh...

Percy: Come on.

Angie: You... you know...

Percy: Look, Angie. We're all adults here. You can say it. I promise I won't laugh.

Angie: Uh, poop?

Percy: YOU SAID POOP!! 

*Percy calls out to James from the forecastle.*

Percy: Hey James, Angie said poop out here!

James: Poop! *laughs before he vomits again.* Poop!

*Just then, Duana calls from the bottom deck.*

Duana: Hey, what's all the ruckus? *notices the vomit that James has made.* Ohhh... I'll see myself out.

*End of Scene 7*
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Scene 8:

*Meanwhile, Thomas, Mila and Brock are in the ship's deck, talking.*

Brock: You know, I haven't seen Mary all day...

Mila: Yeah, I wonder if she's avoiding us. Could be embarrassed about what happened to her? I hope the incident with Tam-Tam didn't rile her up.

Thomas: Mary's not the type to let things bother her for long. Besides, what's there to be embarrased about? Just about everybody on this ship is just starting to become
useful, right?

Mila: Yeah... right.

Thomas: Does that mean I'm next? What am I going to become? *sniffs the air* Do you guys smell something?

*Thomas notices a plate of cookies.*

Thomas: Oh boy, choccy-chip cookies! Did you leave those out for me?

Mila: No, but they sure look good.

*Mary walks in.*

Mary: So, do you like my cookies?

Thomas: Errr... I... uhh...

Brock: Oh God, please don't tell me you've poisoned those, didn't you? Could you be any more inconsiderate.

Mila: You call poisoning inconsiderate?

Brock: Of course, I might've eaten one.

Mila: Brock, you...

Mary: All I put in was sugar, spice and everything nice.

Brock: So "everything nice" is a code for poison, right?

Mary: Of course not.

Brock: So.. spice is the code for poison? Or is it sugar? Maybe "and"?

Thomas: Since when was "and" a code for poison?

Brock: I don't know, just a guess.

Thomas: My guess is that Mary put something called Chemical X inside those cookies.

*The others look at Thomas, confused.*

Thomas: Okay, you're right. I must've been watching too much Cartoon Network.

Mary: I didn't poison them, I just wanted to see you happy reactions as you ate.

Mila: Uhhh... thanks? I guess?

Mary: Go ahead, have another one.

Thomas: Don't mind if I do!

*Thomas eventually starts scoffing all the cookies down at once.*

Thomas: Rewards, huh? *continues to scoff the cookies.*

Mila: I don't know if I feel comfortable eating with Thomas, or with you staring at me.

Mary: Fine, turn around and eat then. But make sure to make some munching noises so I know you're enjoying it...

Mila: Excuse me, what?

Brock: Mary, you're not making any sense.

Mary: I certainly understand what I'm doing.

Brock: Well then, care to share with the rest of the class?

Mary: Well obviously, that merchant put my mind through a mirror. Before, my only pleasure was seeing others suffer. But then, I saw Tam-Tam laughing
and gloating, and I felt such a surge of joy. Now my only pleasure is seeing other people's pleasure.

Thomas: *Finishes the last crumb of the last cookie.* I thought you told her to stop mocking you.

Mary: Of course not. I wanted her to continue. I said "Go ahead, if it makes you smile", remember? Brock, I know what would make you happy.

Brock: Uhhh... *chuckles nervously* No thank you.

Mary: Should I pose nude for you? You know, while I'm...

Brock: *blushes nervously* I said no thank you. Try and make Thomas and Mila happy or something.

Mila: The only thing that would make me happy would be seeing Darious again.

Thomas: And the only thing that would make me happier is being back at home on the Island of Sodor, with the Steam Team.

Mary: Oh really? That's easy! Just go back to where you and I first met.

Thomas: You mean the tavern?

Mary: Oh, he'll be there...

*Scene changes to a realistic close-up of Mary's face.*

Mary: *deep voice* ...waiting for you.

Thomas: Errr... How could he? He could've forgotten us already, hasn't he? Just like Donald, Douglas, Jade and Bertha forgot all about who I was.

Mary: And yet, we're all still serving together, aren't we? It's almost as the more things change, the more they stay the same. Trust me, head to the tavern.
But please make sure you guys don't go in without me.

Thomas: Why not?

Mary: So I can see the look on your face when you finally see him again. If that's the only thing that would make you smile. I wouldn't miss it for the world!
And speaking of smiles, where's Rourkie? I can't wait to figure out how to turn his face into grins...

*Later, The Pirate Engines arrive back at the tavern in Watchet.*

Thomas: Thanks for taking us to the tavern, Rourkie. I needed some booze.

*Just then, Abbigail turns up.*

Abbigail: Hello, I'm Abbigail. What can I get you?

Thomas: ABBIGAIL?! You were alive this whole time?

Abbigail: Yeah, so? Do I know you?

Thomas: I thought... I... *sighs* The coin thing I assume?

Abbigail: Perhaps you've already had one too many, my friend.

Thomas: You didn't happen to know someone... a pirate named Darious?

Abbigail: Well, I like to keep things quiet and confidential around here. Helps everybody relax.

Mila: But... *sighs* Well, it was a long shot.

Thomas: Yeah... it's just Mary's intuition that we'd find him here...

Rourkie: Dang... Finding him means a lot to you, doesn't it?

Thomas: Yes... it does.

Rourkie: So... Abby. The last thing we want to do is disturb everyone's privacy. But certainly not in a nice place like this.

Thomas: By the way, do you even recognize us?

Abbigail: I'm afraid not, sorry.

Thomas: I'm Thomas. You know, Thomas T. Tank Engine.

Abbigail: You might be a tank engine. But I'm only a suffering mother and this tavern is all I've got. I just can't...

King Edward I: You? A suffering mother? I had no idea how much you were struggling. But take my advice. What if the crown were to offer you compenstation in exchange for
your help?

Abbigail: Compensation?

King Edward I: You said you're a mother. So, how old is your child? The crown could sponsor their tuition at a private academy.

Abbigail: R... really? Wow! Darious, you say? He's out the back, heading for the docks. But he's not due to leave in an hour or two. And the fact that you can put my son into
an academy means that he can finally earn his dream job of becoming an engineer and looking after his father.

Thomas: Father?

*Just then, an LMS Stanier Class 5 pulls into the bar. The engine is painted in a green livery with red lining. It has the number 45003 on his cab and a British Railways Late Crest on his tender. Thomas immediately recognizes him.*

45003: Hello, dear. *kisses Abbigail.* Lovely day, isn't it?

Thomas: I don't believe it... Henry! Is that you?

Henry: Yes... Do I know you?

Thomas: Of course you do! I'm Thomas the Tank Engine. One of your friends!

Henry: I don't know anyone called Thomas.

Thomas: I know it's you, Henry! You were bricked up in a tunnel, "hooshed" by an elephant, rebuilt at Crewe. You're that enterprising engine I know. Stop pretending you're someone else, I recognize you.

Henry: I'm sorry, little fella. But you seem to be mistaking me for someone else.

Abbigail: This little engine here seems to be wondering where Darious is.

Henry: Oh, Darious. I know him. Of course, he's at the back. Why'd you...

*But before Henry could reply, Thomas races out.*

Henry: ...ask?

Mila: He honestly must be trying to remember the glorious days of the Steam Team.

Henry: I'm sure that given a little time, he'll remember who they are, young lady.

Mila: Thank you, Henry.

*The Pirate Engines all leave the tavern to follow Thomas down to the docks. The Pirate's Fate is docked at the harbour where Mary is stalling Darious and a GWR Class SS who's painted
green with red lining, but is wearing pirate attire and an eyepatch over one eye.*

Darious: Get out of our way. We're telling you, this is our ship. It was stolen.

GWR Class SS: Yeah, You can't go around taking things that aren't yours!

Mary: Well, how happy would you be if I gave it back to you?

*Just then, Thomas' whistle sounds in the backdrop and he steams into the harbour. Mila and Tam-Tam climb down from his footplate.*

Thomas: Darious! Percy!

Mary: I told you I'd find him. I made your wish come true, didn't I?

Darious: That's right, I assume?

Percy: Hey! We recognize you!

Thomas: I'm a little surprised to hear you say that, Percy. Since I thought that...

Darious: Not you, HER! *points to Tam-Tam.* Tam-Tam, you stole my ship!

Tam-Tam: Technically, that's true. But you see, I only stole it from another thief who stole it from you first.

Darious: I don't remember another thief, I just remember you. Besides, it doesn't matter who stole it first. The Pirate's Fate belongs to me and Percy.

Mila: But... I was once your crewmate, Darious! You see, there was a kind of magical mix-up...

Darious: A mix-up?

Percy: What is she talking about?

Thomas: Look, guys. I'd be more than happy to invite you aboard, I think I need to be able to explain a few things that will clear this all up.

Darious: Invite us on board? Are you in league with this thief, young tank engine?

Thomas: Tam-Tam is not a thief, she's my...

Darious: I don't care what she is to you. But either way, this is still my ship, and me and Percy sail alone.

Thomas: You and Percy? YOU AND PERCY! This is all wrong! Percy is not your first mate. Percy is actually my BEST FRIEND.

Percy: *stunned after hearing Thomas say that.* Best friend?

Thomas: Don't you remember, Percy? The crazy stuff we all used to get into on a daily basis? You know, passing danger signs, stalling on the main line, braving floods, playing ghosts, getting into predicaments, the Best-Dressed Station competition of 2001? Come on, I remember all those times! You probably must've remembered them too at some point!

Percy: Yeah, with what crew?

*Just then, the Pirate Engines arrive. Brock steps down from Odney Manor's footplate.*

Brock: There's eighteen of us, and only two of you. Yeah, I counted that right... So, if I was you. I wouldn't count on winning a fight.

Thomas: Wait... I didn't say use violence!

Darious: Well, you're not wrong. I would NEVER hesitate to fight for what's mine. And that includes the coins you're carrying. After all, that's what you're really
after, right?

Mila: The coins? That's it. Darious, why would two hunters of the coins be brought together like this?

Darious: Well, I would only divulge that to someone who... you know what. I think, Percy... I've been a little rash in discounting their claims. Perhaps, Thomas and Mila. I would be much
delighted to join you... on our ship.

Thomas: Oh thank you, Darious!

Mila: It would be an honour!

Darious: I'm glad you approve, Thomas and Mila.

Percy: It will take a bit of time to remember who my "best friend" really is.

Thomas: It seems like a pretty odd coincidence, doesn't it?

Darious: I strongly suspect that the coins... that they... well...

Thomas: That they want to be found?

Mila: And cure the world of hunger, regret, worry and misery?

Darious: What the... how did you know that?

Thomas: You told me and Mila the whole story. Like we said, Mila was your crewmate and Percy was my best friend.

Percy: So you say? But you still haven't provided me with any proof of your claims, haven't you? It could be a coincidental deception.

Thomas: That... is definitely a bit off-character for you to say, Percy. If someone said something like that to you, you'd be like "The wha?".

Percy: I'm not like that, aren't I?

Thomas: That's what I seem to remember. And Darious, you said to me and Mila that was your all-time favourite story as a child. Why would I go out of my way
to lie about that?

Darious: I told you it was my favourite story as a child?

Thomas: The most wonderful wizard? Yes, that one. You sure did. I was there. But I think it's best if we continue this conversation in your quarters.

Darious: If you insist, little Thomas.

*End of Scene 8*
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Scene 9:

*Scene changes to the Sodor search party at Bury Bolton Street Station on the East Lancashire Railway.*

Narrator: The next morning, me and Diesel's search party were staying at the East Lancashire Railway whilst on our big search party tour.

*The Sodor Engines are sitting at the platforms of Bury Bolton Street talking to Jimmy the Jinty No. 47324, Lanky the Class 27 No. 52322, Belson the Class 28 Co-Bo Diesel No. D5705 and
Gothenburg the MSC 0-6-0T Engine.*

Joey: ...and so that's how it's been. So you see, Jimmy. We've travelled a LONG way to find our friends who've been lost at sea.

Jimmy: Yes, I can see that. But how do you know where they are in the UK?

Diesel: That's easy. They're sailing on the Bristol Channel, Joey's homeplace is right near that sea.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): It's going to be a very long railtrip but it's going to be worth it.

Belson: Quite so, sir. But, brother... are you really sure you want to go out on the main line again? Us Metrovicks aren't as popular as we used to be.

BoCo: Oh, we'll be alright, Belson. It's only South West England they've gone to.

Belson: I suppose.

Lanky: I'm worried for my cousin, James. I hope he's doing alright, I shouldn't like to see his paint grubby.

Amy: I don't think anyone does, Lanky. But we're doing our best.

Sandy: We've tackled long trips like this before. We can definitely do it again!

Gothenburg: Well then, good luck if you need it.

Sandy: Couldn't agree more myself, Gothenburg.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Well then, thank you for letting us stay the night. We have to be on our way.

Joey: Oh, yes. Thanks for all your needs, guys. Really appreciate.

Jimmy: Don't mention it.

Gothenburg: Happy to help.

Belson: Be good!

*The search party depart for their next destination on finding the Steam Team.*

Diesel: So, Joey. If we can't find the steamies, what will be the last place we'll look before we give up hope?

Joey: I say we should look into Dartmouth. The engines there still need help with their work done.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Quite right, Joey. *turns to the other engines.* Alright, you lot. Get your pistons pumping and boilers bubbling. We've got some steam engines to find!

*The search party makes it way down the line in hopes to search for the Steam Team. Meanwhile, The Pirate's Fate is sailing out at sea with Thomas, Mila and Darious leading the bunch.*

Narrator: Meanwhile, out at sea. The Pirate Engines were making their way to find the eighth and final coin.

Thomas: So... where exactly have you taken us?

Darious: Why, we're in Woolacombe, of course! It might be the place we're looking for, Thomas. But it could just as easily be a trap, set by those eager to pilfer our coins. I'll go first, but perhaps the rest of you should hang back, just in case it's dangerous.
Thomas, you're coming with me.

Mila: If Thomas is going, I'm going!

Rourkie: Oi, that's not fair! I should come too!

Darious: Alright, I suppose I could use an extra set of hands. But the rest of you stay here with the coins

Thomas: Tam-Tam, could you handle the lot?

Tam-Tam: Who do you think you're talking to, darling?

Darious: *climbs into Thomas' cab.* Alright, crew. Let's move out!

*The ship docks near a library. Thomas, Darious, Mila and Percy disembark from the ship and enter the library. Just then, the librarian walks over to them.*

Librarian: Oh, uh... hello. I'm Indigo the... uh... librarian here.

Voice *whispers* Your name is Indigo Jack, we rehearsed this.

*Just then, a Furness K2 Larger Seagull pulls up. Like Thomas, he is also painted blue with red lining. But he doesn't have a number on the sides, but he is wearing glasses instead.*

Thomas: *whispers* Why... it can't be! Edward the Blue Engine, is that you?

Edward: *whispers* Of course, young chap. I'm Edward, the Librarian Engine. And this is the Library of Forbidden Knowledge. Please excuse Indigo Jack here, he's just a little bit *clears throat* preoccupied.

Indigo Jack: I do apologize. I've barely had time to get organzied after the last incident.

Rourkie: *whispers* What kind of incident?

Edward: *whispers* We've got a new magic mirror up there. It's capable of granting transports between different realities.

Darious: Different realities? What kind of a place is this?

Edward: *whispers* I just told you, sir. It's the Library of Forbidden Knowledge. The last little stop on mother Earth to your journey on finding those coins.

Indigo Jack: The place to see if you are worthy of them.

Edward: *whispers* You know, it's nearly closing time. Why don't you lot come back tomorrow? By then, things should be ready for you.

Thomas: *whispers* Alright, as you wish. We'll return to our ship for now. This will give us some more time, guys, to pick up where we left off earlier.

*Scene changes to inside the captain's quarters on the ship where Darious is talking to Mila, Percy and Thomas.*

Darious: Well, Thomas. Seeing Indigo just now confirms my most radical theory about those coins. You see... It's strange, for so many years, I've focused on the future. This future. But now that I'm
here, I find myself unable to ponder anything but the past. Will you two tell me more about who I really was? My crew?

Percy: And our friends?

Mila: Of course.

Darious: Oh, fantastic. I realize I must sound foolish to be so eager to reminisce.

Thomas: If I forgot my friends, I'd want to remember too.

Percy: It's more than that, being here all on our own. It's just... well... lonely. The thought that we might've been having long lost friends is kind of exciting.

Mila: Sounds a bit like Thomas.

Darious: Ah, yes. Thomas. Mila said you went through something similar, right? But you've found your crew, haven't you?

Thomas: That's true.

Percy: You know. I'm not really used to talking about these things with others. It's just so exhilarating. We must celebrate, should we have a whiskey?

Mila: If you like, help yourself, Percy!

Percy: Very well then! *opens a whiskey bottle.* To a brighter future! *drinks the whiskey. But suddenly, he chokes and falls to the ground.*

Thomas: OH MY GOD! PERCY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT? SPEAK TO ME! ARE YOU /SRS OR /J?

Percy: Avenge... me...

*Percy dies in Thomas' running board.*

Thomas: *starts bawling his eyes out.* NOOO! HE'S DEAD! HE WAS MY BESTEST FRIEND, AND NOW HE'S DEAD! *sobs* WHAT KIND
OF LIFE IS THIS?!

*Mila and Darious watch in shock.*

Mila: Oh my God...

Darious: That poor engine!

*Thomas charges out of the captain's quarters, wailing.*

Thomas: GUYS! I have bad news! It's Percy! He's... he's...

Rourkie: What's wrong, Thomas? Has something happened to him?

Mila: Yes, Rourkie! Percy's dead! He must've been poisoned!

Rugby: POISONED? Who would do such a thing?

Thomas: I don't know. It was just so cruel! He was the best engine I knew, AND NOW HE'S DEAD! *sobs* He was just starting to... I can't let this happen, I just can't. *sobs again.*

Mila: What can we do? We can't exactly turn back time, can we?

Stourport: Maybe not... but a different Thomas could.

Thomas: *stops crying* Wait... what? Did you say something, Stourport?

Stourport: I said maybe a different Thomas could turn back time.

Rourkie: What?

Thomas: Of course... Stourport! You've just given me an idea! Mila, Rourkie, you come with me! There's no time to waste!

*Scene changes to back at the Library of Woolacombe where Edward and Indigo Jack are just about to start locking up. Thomas, Mila and Rourkie eventually race into view.*

Thomas: EDWARD! INDIGO JACK!

Edward: Back so soon, old chap?

Indigo Jack: Didn't you hear us? We said come back tomorrow!

Thomas: Yes, we're not dumb. But besides that, the magic mirror that can transverse realities, Where is it?

Edward: Upstairs. Can't you look up and see it for yourselves? But you're not seriously thinking of...

*But before Edward can finish, Thomas, Mila and Rourkie race off to find the mirror.*

Edward: Oh dear... More trouble, I bet.

Indigo Jack: Wait...!

*Thomas, Mila and Rourkie are eventually standing near a mirror.*

Thomas: There it is, guys. The magic mirror.

Rourkie: Thomas, you have absolutely NO IDEA what's on the other side of that mirror. It could be dangerous.

Thomas: Guys, Darious and Percy had no idea what was inside this building. But they were willing to risk danger for the sake of all of us. Besides, Percy's only dead
because of what we did! Darious saved our lives...

Mila: Thomas is right. In fact, he once predicted that his life would be in my own hands.

Thomas: Indeed.

*Rourkie and Mila climb into Thomas' cab again.*

Thomas: Now then... here we go. *takes a deep breath.*

*Thomas steams into the mirror and disappears through a rippling effect. Whilst Thomas is steaming through a vortex, he hears some voices.*

Deep gruff male voice: So, what exactly did the librarian say about this thing?

Female voice: I don't know, something about different realities.

Higher teenage male voice: Something? Can't you be a bit more specific, dumbass?

Female voice: Well, that's all he could get out before you shot him.

Higher teenage male voice: I only shot him because you told me to.

Female voice: He struck me as "untrustworthy". I had the distinct impression he was about to harm us.

Deep gruff male voice: So, it was kill or be killed, eh? That's what I love about you, guys!

Female voice: I love you too.

*Just then, Thomas disappears through another vortex and finds himself in the library again, surrounded by a feline, a rabbit and a blue tank engine that oddly resemble Rourkie, Mila and Thomas.*

Rabbit: Who are these guys?

Feline: Looks like weirdos from outer space.

Tank Engine: Don't care, buckos! They could be a threat. Quick, shoot them!

Thomas: No... WAIT, I...!

*But before Thomas could reply. The engine, rabbit and feline shoot them, along with Rourkie and Mila. Thomas eventually wakes up to find he's in a field of clouds with Mila,
Rourkie and Percy looking at him.

Mila: Thomas! It's so good to see you!

Thomas: *groans and rubs his smokebox.* Oh no... am I dead? For real? *screams with rage.* I didn't want my life to end this way!

Percy: Yes, I can't quite say that the feeling is mutual!

Rourkie: What do you mean? You didn't want to see us?

Percy: It's not exactly that, it's just that... well, if my hunch is correct. Are you three... dead?

Thomas: Yes, as a matter of fact. The last thing I recall was that I got shot by a cat and a rabbit, and they weren't even Rourkie and Mila!

Mila: Wait... dead?! That means we're in... Uh oh!

*Just then, a space station pulls up with a sign that says "Behave for Orvia", a silhouette pulls out a microphone and speaks into it.*

Silhouette: Bring the tank engine to me!

Rourkie: You go on up there, Thomas!

Thomas: Wait... what? I...

*Just then, a mechanical arm comes down and picks up Thomas. But struggles getting him in as the space station hasn't fully opened its doors. As a result, the arm bashes Thomas on the sides
of the space station before fully opening the doors. When Thomas is inside the space station, he notices a brown squirrel waiting for him. Inside the space station are hundreds of monitors all showing
different things.*

Squirrel: Greetings, young Thomas.

Thomas: Let me guess. Orvia, right?

Orvia: Well, Olivia. But they f**ked it up on my birth certificate. I trust you're being good and having a good day?

Thomas: Yes, I established that. But what is all this? What are you doing up here?

Orvia: These monitors track and display all bad deeds around the Earth, and if I see something bad. *presses a button and destroys a gangster robbing an old lady* I destroy it, so the Earth can be good.

Thomas: But when you destroy the stuff... that's bad, right? 

Orvia: Well, I... Shut up. Let's see what your friends said after you disappeared, shall we?

*A monitor shows Percy talking to Morgana.*

Morgana: *on monitor* What're you talking about, No. 6? It's been awesome not having them around here. I don't want to go back to those days, do you?

Percy: *on monitor* Well, he was always my best friend to me.

Thomas: Oh, Percy.

Percy: *on monitor* Then if you don't go and get him, then I will!

Thomas: Awwwww... Blast the first mate, slowly.

Orvia: They are being good, unlike you have! Observe!

*Monitor changes to past moments from Thomas' life, such as him teasing Gordon and constantly getting into accidents.*

Thomas: Oh, I remember this! *chuckles* This was back on the Island of Sodor. Cor, I looked so thin back then. *looks at the monitor.* Oh come on, he liked
it more than I did. And I craved it. Aww, man. Good times!

*Thomas turns back to Orvia.*

Thomas: You know, you really don't know what you have, until it leaves, because you chased it around with a ball-peen hammer, right?

Orvia: You are the meanest engine on the planet! A real A-hole! Underlined and bold!

Thomas: Well! *flips the bird.* F**k you and the ship you rode in on too!

Orvia: I imagine you've seen the lasers. *prepares to vaporize Thomas with her lazer guns* Would I be correct?

Thomas: So what? *lets off steam that reveals gold dust.* I've got on my gold dust.

*Orvia takes a sample of gold dust and looks at it.*

Orvia: Damn. Seems legit. Now then, take me to your friends.

*Thomas and Orvia go down in a lift. When it reaches the bottom, Thomas departs from the lift with Orvia on his footplate. Orvia jumps down and shakes Mila, Rourkie and Percy's hands.*

Orvia: Welcome to Heaven! I'm Olivia, but they f**ked up my birth certificate so I'm called Orvia. But it's a great pleasure to meet you all. We don't get many newcomers, you see.

Rourkie: We're in... heaven?

Orvia: That's right!

*Mila, Rourkie and Percy stay silent.*

Thomas: Yeah... we're dead. But it certainly seems like an empty place.

Orvia: Well, naturally. Most souls end up in hell. Like where your little tank engine friend is going shortly.

Thomas: Wait... what?

Rourkie: Jeez, hadn't thought of that. Is there anything to, you know, do in Heaven?

Orvia: That's for you to decide for yourselves.

Percy: When I died, I was in the middle of a conversation with Mila, Darious and Thomas. I'd like to pick up where Darious left off...

Rourkie: What were you talking about?

Percy: We were discussing the past, the version of it that most of us started off with. Thomas said we were once best friends. I wish I could remember that...

Orvia: Well then, your wish is my command.

Percy: Wait, what'd you mean?

Orvia: This is Heaven, remember? You want to see the original timeline of the past? I'm all too happy to show you.

Rourkie: Uhhh... are you sure that's a good idea?

Thomas: Rourkie, we're already dead. What's the worst that can happen?

Orvia: Alright then. Let's see some of Percy's past memories of being Thomas' best friend...

*Orvia opens up a book and a flash of blue smoke reveals a flashback of Percy's early arrival on Sodor, where Thomas, Edward and Percy are waiting for The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt)'s orders.*

Thomas: The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) sent for me. I expect he wants help!

Edward: Shhh, here he comes!

*The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) arrives.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Well done, Thomas! You've been quick. Listen, Henry, Gordon and James are sulking. They say they won't shunt like common tank engines. So I have shut them up
and I want you both to run the line for a while.

Thomas: Common Tank Engines? *scoffs* We'll show them!

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): And Percy here will help too.

Percy: Oh sir! Yes sir! Please sir!

*Scene changes to another flashback where Thomas is arriving at Knapford Harbour with Annie and Clarabel, a swarm of children emerge from the train and race down to the seaside.*

Percy: Hello, Thomas! You look cheerful. I wish I was taking children today instead of stone trucks.

Thomas: I am, Percy! They're the vicar's Sunday School and it's funny you should say that, because I'm busy this evening. But I've asked the Station Master if you could bring the children home.

Percy: Of course I can!

*Later, Percy is steaming into Elsbridge Station, all muddy from his experience with a flood.*

Percy: I promised! I promised!

*Percy steams into Elsbridge station where the passengers are cheering for him. Thomas is waiting for him on the other platform.*

Thomas: Well done, Percy! You kept your promise despite everything!

*Scene changes to another flashback where Thomas and Percy are squabbling at Ffarquhar Sheds.*

Percy: Don't be frightened, Thomas. It's only me!

Thomas: Your ugly fizz is enough to frighten anyone. You're like...

Percy: Ugly indeed, I'm...

Thomas: A green caterpillar with red stripes, you crawl like one too!

Percy: I don't!

Thomas: You do! And who's been late every afternoon this week?

Percy: It's the hay!

Thomas: I can't help that, time's time and The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) relies on me to keep it. I can't if you crawl in the hay 'til all hours.

Percy: Grrrr, green caterpillar indeed.

*Percy storms off in a huff. Scene changes to a final flashback where Thomas is at Dryaw station with the mail train, talking to Percy.*

Thomas: Thank goodness, I have a chance to speak to you. Driver said that the person in charge of the post has complained to The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) about the delay last night.

Percy: But that wasn't my fault.

Thomas: I know and so does The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt), but this post person wouldn't listen. So tonight, we'll just have to be quicker than ever before.

*Just then, Harold the Helicopter flies into view.*

Harold: I say, you two. There's news flying about.

Percy: Where?

Harold: All over the place. They're going to scrap the post train and use me instead! Wings work wonders you know, always! *flies away.*

Thomas: Rubbish...

*Scene changes back to Percy, who's been watching the whole thing.*

Percy: Wow... I seem to remember now. I'm not a first mate, I'm a small engine! I must've doubted you, Thomas. Something must've altered our past and made us forget about each other.

Thomas: I told you so. Now, what about the time we have our first encounter at the tavern in Watchet?

Orvia: Alright.

*Orvia opens up the book and another flash of blue smoke reveals the Dread Pirates and Steam Team engines entering the tavern.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Scene changes back to the gang, who're watching the whole thing.*

Percy: Extraordinary! I even look different! And Mila, you almost look the same.

Mila: Darious' theories were right, Percy. These coins can change people, if not engines too.

Percy: So this was our crew...

Rourkie: Hey, if we're seeing all of Mila's friends, where am I?

Thomas: Ummm... Rourkie? It's hard to explain, but...

Rourkie: Not now, Thomas. I've got to see myself, I'm here, right? Show me!

Orvia: Not to worry, you're coming up shortly.

*Another flash of blue smoke reveals Rourkie, Mary and Brock coming into the tavern.*

Abbigail: Oh no, it's him!

Thomas: What? Who's him?

Mila: Him who?

Abbigail: Just get down and stay quiet.

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

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

Mila: Rourkie...

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

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

Rourkie: Oh, I know. Dealing with pirates just keeps getting more and more dangerous, doesn't it?

*Scene changes back to the Rourkie watching the whole thing.*

Rourkie: My God... But I'm friends with Mila and Thomas, right?

Thomas: I wouldn't say that...

*Another flash of blue smoke reveals Rourkie about to "test" Thomas and Mila.*

Rourkie: Mary, why isn't Kitty and Steamboy wearing a blindfold?

Mary: And where is Steamboy?

*Suddenly, the gang notice Thomas about to dive off the port of the ship.*

Thomas: I DON'T WANNA LIVE ON THIS WORLD ANYMORE!

*Thomas dives off the ship's port but is immediately caught by the ship's derricks, operated by Brock.*

Brock: Nice try, Thomas. Boss says you need to do this demonstration whether you like it or not,

Thomas: What demonstration?

*Later, Thomas and Mila are blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs, Mila is also stripped of her clothes, leaving only her underwear.*

Thomas: I don't understand what this is all about. Brock? Mary? I need you to be my eyes and ears, where am I and what is this?

Brock: Oh, just a little demonstration, Thomas. You won't feel a thing.

Thomas: Won't feel a wha-?

*But before Thomas can reply, Mary gets out a rope and whips Thomas on his bunker.*

Thomas: OOUCH! Oh, I felt something.

*Scene changes back to the Rourkie, horrified at what he witnessed.*

Rourkie: Oh my God... No! NO! I was a villain?! *sighs* Mary was right and so were the Pirate Engines! Orvia, do you have a memory of me being good?

Orvia: Sorry, Rourkie. I can't find one. Across every reality, every timeline, every choice you could've ever made. You were never good.

Thomas: Don't listen to her, Rourkie. You've changed. You're a good friend now, aren't you?

Rourkie: *sighs* No, Thomas. I'm not. Orvia's right. I've never been good and I never will be.

Mila: What do you mean?

Rourkie: *groans* There's no use in me pretending anymore. If you can replay the past, you'll find out eventually. Orvia, please replay... Five minutes before Darious died.

*Another flash of blue smoke reveals Rourkie sneaking into the captain's quarters on the ship.*

Rourkie: You think you can steal Mila and Thomas from me, Darious? They're my friends, I can't let that happen. *pours a poison inside a whiskey bottle and makes a quiet, evil laugh.*

*Scene changes back to the Thomas, Mila and Percy, shocked at what he witnessed.*

Thomas: IT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE TIME?!

Orvia: Of course it was, he's stupid!

Rourkie: Well, yes. Jackie's death earlier? That was me too! She kept threatening to take me back to the castle and nobody liked me there. But you two, Thomas and Mila. You liked me, despite who I used to be.
Somehow, you were my only friends. I cared more about being liked than being good. I was willing to do anthing to keep having friends like you. Even murder... But it was all for nothing. Now you'll hate me forever... again.
In fact, this place might as well be hell.

Orvia: Might as well be? Oh, Rourkie. It took you long enough to figure that out, didn't it?

Rourkie: Wait... what?

Orvia: Where do you think we really are?

*Orvia snaps her fingers and in an instant, the clouds all become fire and the Heaven setting is now Hell.*

Orvia: Welcome to Hell, motherf**kers! *laughs evily*

Thomas: YOU B***H! YOU TRICKED US!

Percy: Why the deception?

Orvia: Because, young Percy. I wanted dear Rourkie to confess. It was the most deliciously painful way I could think of. Now that you call know
who each other really are, we can begin.

Mila: Begin?

Orvia: I'll be conducting a little questionaire, more like a contest, really. Whoever comes in last place has to stay here with me, whilst the other three
ger to return to their mortal realms.

Percy: You expect us to wager our souls in your little game?

Orvia: Of course, unless one of you wants to forfeit, of course.

Rourkie: Very well, I'll do it.

Orvia: Oh... er... that's a joke, right?

Rourkie: No... I'll forfiet. You can keep me here. I don't deserve to live. Mila, Thomas and Percy can return to the moral realm.

Thomas: What? Why, Rourkie?

Orvia: Wow, sacrificing yourself to save someone else? Seems quite out of character for you. But as we've established, Rourkie. You don't have
a selfless bone in your body, do you?

Rourkie: No, I don't. But that doesn't mean I'm not being selfless. There was nothing I wanted more than to be liked. I wanted to be friends, Mila and Thomas.
But that's impossible now... At least, this way, when you think of me, instead of me as a killer and a coward. You'll also have to remember that I saved your lives.

Orvia: Now that's more like it. That's the Rourkie I know and love.

Rourkie: You... love me? Why?

Orvia: This is Hell, you're the most deliciously evil person I've ever met! Why wouldn't I love ya?

Rourkie: I didn't think about it like that.

Orvia: *strokes Rourkie's chin.* Oh yeah, you and me are going to have lots of fun. But first, let's say goodbye to your friends, particularly Thomas.

Rourkie: My friends?

Mila: Goodbye, Rourkie.

Thomas: No... wait!

*But before Thomas can reply, he, Mila and Percy are sucked out through a vortex and back outside the Library of Forbidden Knowledge where Darious is waiting for them.*

Darious: There you are! I was so worried about you! You mysteriously disappeared and never came back.

Thomas: Well, it's a long story, Darious.

*Just then, Indigo Jack walks up to the four.*

Indigo Jack: Excellent work, you've far exceeded our expectations.

Percy: Wait... were you watching, somehow?

*Edward pulls up.*

Edward: In a manner of speaking, more like reading.

Thomas: Reading?

Indigo Jack: Ever since you stepped inside this building for the first time, you've been trapped inside one of these books. It was a test of your character.

Percy: So... I never died? Heaven and Hell, they're...

Indigo Jack: They were only chapters in this book here.

Mila: But what about Rourkie?

Edward: I'm sorry to say this, but Rourkie is trapped inside the book FOREVER.

Thomas: WHAT?! Oh no, this is terrible. I've got to get back to the ship and let the crew know what's happened!

*Just then, the Pirate Engines arrive.*

Odney Manor: What happened, Thomas?

Indigo Jack: Now that you have all the coins, and you've passed the final test. There's nothing else for you to do but gather our coins. place them here
and change the world!

Percy: Change the world, but how?

Indigo Jack: Hey! That's for you to decide for yourselves. It's your money, isn't it? But if you need those coins to save your friend, then so be it!

Thomas: But, I...

Indigo Jack: What I said, farewell...

*Indigo Jack vanishes in a puff of smoke.*

Brock: I still don't get it. Mila said that Rourkie's trapped in a book somewhere!

Mila: Well, that's what Indigo Jack said...

Hither Green: That sounds awfully lonely. Should we go visit him?

Tam-Tam: You want to take a trip to Hell and back, darling? Oh sure, what could possibly go wrong?

Thomas: But first, we've got to decide what to do with those coins.

Darious: Well, I've got a score to settle with them. First, they've robbed me of my memory of my closest friends, along with my awareness of who my enemies are.
Who knows how many other friends I've forgotten? Or how many other deadly enemies are lurking behind a grinning facade? We must have the ability to see the past, as well as these alternate
realities, we must know the truth! I need to find out who these Dread Pirates are.

Thomas: And I need to rescue the Steam Team!

Tam-Tam: Nobody likes the truth in the clear light of day, darlings. Ignorance is bliss. That's why people and engines who are lied to only get upset when they find out.

Darious: Well, Tam-Tam. If it wasn't for blind, dumb luck... I wouldn't have lived long enough to find out. Rourkie would've poisoned me in this world, rather than the book.

Rugby: Alright, so we could go with Darious' plan here and know it all... OR we could stop people like Rourkie from going bad in the first place.

Darious: And how would you do that? Rob them of their free will?

Tam-Tam: No, we'd rob them of their boredom.

Darious: So you're saying... Rourkie's maniacal ways stemmed from boredom?

Tam-Tam: People only let evil consume them when they feel aimless and desperate. If you can find your passion, that will consume you. Why would you need to be evil?

Darious: I wouldn't let these coins be used for mere entertainment, when I could haver the chance to find my old friends again.

Odney Manor: Why don't we have a little vote? Should we help people find fulfullment, or spy into their souls and reveal their darkest secrets to prying eyes?

King Edward I: That's hardly a fair description of...

Brock: Uhh, I'm with Odney Manor and Tam-Tam on this one.

Mary: Me too.

Darious: What about you, Thomas? Whose plan has your vote?

Thomas: Ummm... I... er... *gulps* I don't know... 

Odney Manor: Is something the matter, Thomas?

Thomas: *sighs* You guys have been real nice to me and I really appreciate that. But as time has been going, I've been helping to complete Darious' mission, but at the same time... I've been losing friends both old and new on this voyage. I think I need some time to think.

*Thomas steams off, looking a little bit miserable.*

Tam-Tam: What's up with him?

Percy: He looks like he's seen some s**t.

Mila: I'll check on him. He's been through alot.

*Mila follows Thomas away from the library. Scene changes to Thomas sitting on Woolacombe beach, thinking about what Orvia and Indigo Jack have said. The thoughts
go around his smokebox.*

Orvia: *fantasy* Of course it was, he's stupid!

Indigo Jack: *fantasy* But if you need those coins to save your friend, then so be it!

*Thomas sighs a deep sigh. Mila finds him all alone.*

Mila: Thomas, Are you okay?

Thomas: I'm having an ethical crisis here, Mila. I don't think I can do this. Changing the world without saving my friend?
Man, sometimes God just gives us challenges we just can't accept. You know what I mean? I honestly feel like I don't deserve to be the number one engine I thought I'd be.

Mila: *sighs* It's okay, Thomas. I understand. But look on the bright side, we've managed to make it this far. And it's all thanks to you. Not even Darious
and Rourkie would've been able to accomplish something so amazing without your help. I mean, sure. You may have lost friends along the way, but you've proven yourself to
be the most loyal, bestest treasure hunter in all of South West England. And if that isn't love, then I don't know what is! We Became What You Sought, and if that's
what we've been, that's who we are!

*Thomas looks at Mila and smiles.*

Thomas: You know, Mila. You're right! I promised Darious and Rourkie I'd help find their treasure, and I will do it again!

Mila: *pats Thomas on his bufferbeam.* There's a good engine, we knew we could count on you.

*Thomas plucks up courage, takes a deep puff, gets a head full of steam, blows his whistle and sets off back to the library where the others are waiting.*

Foxcote Manor: Are you okay, Thomas? Any plans?

Ditcheat Manor: What are we going to do about ol' Rourkie?

King Edward I: And me, for that matter?

Thomas: Guys... I've made up my mind. Before we try and save the world. I think we should rescue Rourkie!

*The Pirate Engines gasp in shock.*

Darious: After what he's done? Come now, be serious, Thomas!

Thomas: I AM serious! Rourkie never wanted to be evil. He just wanted love and attention, much like me in fact! *gets out a coin from his running board.* I'm not just going to use these
coins to change the world. I'm using them to SAVE MY FRIENDS. Wait for me and Mila until we return.

Mila: Can we be sure that we WILL return, Thomas?

Thomas: Of course we can, Mila! It's not Hell! It's only a book! How bad can it be?

Mila: Alright, suit yourself.

*Thomas places the coin around his smokebox and gets out his gold dust.*

Thomas: Right then, one coin and a tub full of gold dust. I'm going to go where no pirate engine has ever gone before. Here goes!

*Thomas blows his whistle and in a instant, he disappears in a cloud of gold dust.*

Percy: There goes the bravest engine who ever lived...

*The Pirate Engines all salute for Thomas.*

*End of Scene 9*
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Scene 10:

*Scene changes back in Hell, where Thomas and Mila appear via a cloud of gold dust.*

Thomas: Hello? Rourkie?

*Just then, Orvia shows up.*

Orvia: Oh, it's you again. Why'd you bother to show up? Oh, I get it. You wanted to gloat about Rourkie's misfortune, right?

Thomas: No, as a matter of fact. Me and Mila wanted to see what we can do to get Rourkie out of here.

Orvia: Oh, darn. That's not good.

Mila: It's not? You mean, there's no way to save him?

Voice: Oh yes, there is!

*Just then, Rourkie shows up and climbs into Thomas' cab.*

Thomas: Rourkie! I'm so glad you're okay!

Mila: Yes indeed, but what do you mean?

Rourkie: Well, Orvia offered me a little bet as soon as you left. She said if you ever came back for me, she'd let me go.

Orvia: Yeah... I thought he'd be disappointed every day for eternity. What delightful torture that would've been. You really ruin everything, you know that?

Thomas: Ruining things is what I do for a living. But we can still leave, right?

Orvia: Uh... yeah. A deal's a deal!

Thomas: Okay!

*Thomas blows his whistle and, in an instant, he, Mila and Rourkie disappear in a cloud of gold dust. Orvia watches them and sighs with satisfaction.*

Orvia: Another satisfied customer...

*Meanwhile, Thomas, Mila and Rourkie have returned back outside the Library of Forbidden Knowledge.*

Rourkie: Oh, Thomas and Mila. I can't thank you enough. You really are my saviours. I'll try and be a good person from now on, I promise. I don't want to go to Hell again when I die!

Thomas: Actually, Rourkie, about that...

Rourkie: I won't poison anybody, I swear. I won't do anything to harm anyone. Now that I know what the stakes are, I know I can be good.

Mila: Okay...

*Just then, Indigo Jack walks up.*

Indigo Jack: So, have you two decided what to do with the coins?

Rourkie: Yes, we want to be good and right the past wrongs!

Mila: Speaking of past wrongs, I know someone who you wronged in the past. Someone Darious and I both want to find. Morgana! Let's find her.

Rourkie: You mean the batgirl, right?

Thomas: Yep, her!

Indigo Jack: What an interesting choice! You can see what you desire in the mirror.

Thomas: So, where is Morgana now?

Edward: Come...

*Thomas looks into the portal, followed by Edward, Rourkie, Mila and Indigo Jack. It isn't long before Thomas is in a place he recognizes.*

Mila: I know this place, that's Weston-Super-Mare!

Thomas: Anyway, let's gather up the crew and tell them.

*Thomas steams back to the ship with the others following. When he arrives, he finds 57646 and 57647 taking boxes for the ship. Holly and Henry are outside waiting for them.*

Thomas: Oh, it's you guys again! I didn't think I'd see you!

57646: Yep, lad. We just had a call from a Captain Darious saying we were part of your crew at one point and he needs us here.

57647: Apparently, we heard all these "coins" have been gathered.

Thomas: Well, yes! They have. *turns to Henry* Henry, how come your wife isn't with you?

Henry: She's dead.

Thomas: Let me guess, her neck got slit?

Henry: Nope, breast cancer.

Thomas: Oh...

*Thomas steams onto the ship and blows his whistle.*

Thomas: Engines! Raise the anchor. We've got someone to see, all the way up at Weston-Super-Mare!

Percy: Why?

Mila: Trust us, Percy. You'll understand...

*The ship sails its way towards Weston-Super-Mare and it isn't long before the gang find themselves at the harbour.*

Thomas: Alright, gang. Let's split up. Darious, keep an eye on the ship and make sure our visitors are safe. Mary, Odney Manor and Rugby, check the tavern. Mila, Rourkie, Percy, King Edward I, you're coming with me.

*Thomas and Percy steam off to find Morgana, with Mila and Rourkie on their footplates. King Edward I follows.*

Thomas: Remember guys. Because of those changes in our timelines, she probably won't remember who we are. She'd probably be an entirely different person than the girl in that memory.

Rourkie: If she's an entirely different person, how will you recognize her?

Thomas: That's a good question, Rourkie. I hadn't thought of that...

*But suddenly, Thomas falls into an open manhole cover and into some sewers. King Edward I stops.*

King Edward I: Oh dear... you probably must've forgotten they have manholes over the roads.

Thomas: Ugh, she probably wouldn't recognize us with sewage all over us.

Mila: That c**p looks like the hamburger I ate the other day!

Rourkie: Alot of people here seem to love corn!

*Thomas struggles to get out of the manhole, but it's no use. Just then, a Peckett W4 chuffs by and notices Thomas. The Peckett is painted in a purplish pink livery, but she has an emblem saying that WSM Plumbers on her sides. She is also wearing a sort of plumbing hat.*

Peckett: 'Ello, what do we 'ave here then? His royal highness and a toad in the hole? Don't worry, sir. I'll get you out in a jiffy!

*The Peckett pulls Thomas out from the open sewage cover.*

Thomas: Thanks, I really appreciate it... Chloe? Is that you?

Peckett: Yes, how'd you know my name?

Thomas: How'd you think?

Chloe: Sorry, sir. I don't seem to know you.

Thomas: It's fine, our timelines have changed. I'm already finding a friend here already and King Edward I is assisting me.

Chloe: Okie-dokie, guv'na. Keep your tricorn on the way there! I've got me some unclogging to do. Mind how you go, your majesty. *tips her hat.*

King Edward I: I say, what a charmingly young and friendly engine.

*Thomas and King Edward I puff away to find James, whilst Chloe starts work on unclogging the manhole.*

Mila: Since when did Chloe work for a plumbing company?

Thomas: That's news to me. Now... let's find Morgana.

*Just then, the engines hear a familiar whistle.*

King Edward I: Do you hear that?

Mila: Hear what?

Percy: The whistle?

Thomas: Yes, that whistle. It sounded like...

*The whistle sounds again.*

Thomas: Of course! That's James' whistle! He must be there too!

*Thomas blows his whistle to catch James' attention.*

Thomas: James! James!

*Thomas sees James, who's now a rail traffic policeman on duty. Morgana is on his footplate.*

James: 'Ello, stranger. Don't recall seeing you around before.

Morgana: Are you kidding, buddy? I know exactly who this guy is!

Thomas: You do? That's surprising, actually? You see, you and I...

Morgana: Not you, him! King Edward I, right? I recognized you from your official portrait.

King Edward I: Yep, that's me! I don't recall having a portrait but I'm sure it makes me look good.

James: Oh, never mind that! I've got all sorts of questions to ask you. Is it true that the royal bloodline is tainted by inbreeding?

King Edward I: Ummm... well... technically, no. Although it's not for a lack of trying.

James: Really? Well, if that's the case.

Thomas: If I may intervene, James. We didn't show up for no reason. We came to find Morgana and you. You're long lost friends of ours.

Morgana: Is that so? I just so happen to be looking for a long-lost someone too. I'm a detective working on a missing person's case, you see. And James here is a high-
ranking police officer. In case you haven't heard, the wife of a noble aristocrat has just... vanished.

Rourkie: Ah, so it would be a good deed if we helped you solve the case, right?

James: Hey! Agent James and the Great Detective Morgana don't need any help, thank you very much. Although, having a king around might make people
more likely to answer my questions. So... sure, you can accompany us if you'd like.

Thomas: Alright, just follow us back to the ship and tell us everything you know.

*Thomas blows his whistle and makes his way back to the ship, James and King Edward I follow him. Scene changes to Thomas, King Edward I and James outside the ship with Percy, Mila and Rourkie. Morgana
and James are also there, talking to Breena.*

James: So, ma'am. Did you see anything unusual last night?

Breena: Well, me and my co-worker Toby saw the wreckage of a ship. Near some rocky embankments. Pretty far from the coastline.

Morgana: Aha, they must've been attacked.

Breena: Attacked?

Morgana: The attacker waited until their target was near the rocks, so that anybody who came across the wreckage would assume it was an accident.

James: Oh, it must've been the perfect crime.

Thomas: Did you say your co-worker was called "Toby"?

Breena: Yes.

Thomas: So, he's like, a wooden-bodied steam tram with cowcatchers and sideplates?

Breena: That's right. He's my co-worker.

Mila: Of course, Toby the Tram Engine! He's one of Thomas' friends.

Breena: A friend of yours, you said?

Percy: Exactly, Thomas told me about how the three of us engines used to work on his so-called "branch line".

Rourkie: Besides that, I wonder why the attacker didn't target us, since we just sailed past that same route?

Morgana: Come on. You stick to what you know, and I'll stick to being a detective.

*Just then, Darious and Odney Manor disembark from the ship.*

Darious: Did I hear that there might be a pirate patrolling these waters?

James: You got it, sir.

Mila: Darious, Odney Manor. We want you to meet Morgana and James.

Darious: Morgana, we onced served together. We were shipmates and friends.

Morgana: Really? Now this really is amazing. Running into two long-lost friends on the same day. What are the odds?

Darious: Well... er... In any case, I'll be happy to take my ship and scour the waters for you. If there's a pirate out there, we'll find them and take care of them. I'll take Brock, Tam-Tam, Rugby
and Stourport with me.

*Darious boards the ship again with Odney Manor. Rourkie turns to the others.*

Rourkie: Sending out muscles to fight pirates? Reminds me of my old days...

James: Yeah.. there's a merchant that me and Morgana want to talk to. Hopefully, they'll have more information about this whole thing.

*Thomas, James and the Pirate Engines pull into a antique shop. A butterfly is talking to an LNER Gresley A1 Class, painted in a blue livery with red lining
and a GNR Stirling Single class painted in an emerald green livery. Thomas and Percy suddenly recognize the two engines.*

Thomas: Wait a minute... I know these guys. You're Gordon and Emily!

*The two engines notice Thomas and pull up to him.*

Gordon: Yes, we're Gordon and Emily alright.

Emily: How'd you know our names?

Butterfly: That shouldn't be a hassle, darlings. Hello, I'm Mori, what can I do for you?

Percy: Thomas recognizes your workers.

Mori: You must know them by reputation, I suppose. I've got a thing for cheeky little faces. And yours... let's just say I remember it quite well.

Thomas: You do? But I've never even been here before...

Mila: Thomas, I bought the necklace here.

Mori: That necklace? Let me see... *takes the coin from Mila's chest.* Yes, I remember that one. Of course I sold it to you, young fella. Milena Jane Volkenfox, A skinny bitty little kitty whom I've known for a long while. *tickles Mila's cheek.*

Thomas: Yes, that's her, alright. She's just... purely almost unchanged a little, that's all.

James: Perhaps your other customers have also changed into different species, right? Maybe that's why you didn't recognize Tala.

Mila: Now what makes you say I've changed, James? Mori wouldn't change me. It was Circe.

James: Who?

Thomas: Oh never mind, I'll explain everything once we solve all this...

Mori: I already told you, James. I don't know anything about this Tala fellow. I've never seen her in here before.

*Just then, King Edward I pulls up with Rourkie beside him.*

Rourkie: Thomas, this isn't going to work...

Mori: Oh, who's your big friend here? He looks adorably brave.

Rourkie: Please watch your tongue. This engine happens to be King Edward I.

King Edward I: Oh, Rourkie, please! If this delightful lady wants to pay me a compliment. Let her, who are we to stop her? *turns to Mori.* Now, could you please
tell us anything you know about "Tala"?

Mori: Alright, your majesty. If you insist. Well, a couple of days ago, someone did come by, looking for all of Mr. Danforth's things. A giant snake woman, she was mighty interested in that necklace.

Mila: Wait, are you saying that the necklace you sold to me... used to belong to that missing woman?

Mori: Sure did, Mila. Quite a lot of her things were pawned here, right around the time she went missing.

Morgana: So the snake kidnapped her... *writes in her notebook.* Then she decided to make some quick cash by dumping her stuff before heading out of town.

James: So, where'd she go?

Emily: We don't know, sorry.

James: Bother, another dead end!

Morgana: I guess we better go to our employer's home. Let her know the bad news. Mr. Danforth's having a party tonight and he was hoping I'd be able to find her before then.

Thomas: You're right then. Let's move out.

*Thomas and the engines leave the antique shop. Gordon and Emily look on.*

Gordon: Good luck, guys. I hope you solve the mystery sooner or later.

Emily: Be brave!

*Scene changes to a manor house where Thomas, Percy, James, King Edward I, Mila, Rourkie and Morgana are inside.*

Rourkie: We're sorry we couldn't help you solve the case...

King Edward I: Yes, we did everything we could, even flirt with that unattractive woman.

Mila: Er... okay?

James: Mori? *scoffs* She wasn't so bad, was she?

Rourkie: Well, no. I suppose not. And I really shouldn't insult people, but I'm trying to good and all. It's just that, you see. I'm already...

*Just then, Foxcote Manor and Mary arrive.*

Foxcote Manor: Aha, Rourkie! Mila! Thomas! There you guys are! I've been all over the area, but I can't find Morgana anywhere.

King Edward I: She's right in front of you, Foxcote Manor.

Morgana: Why are so many people looking for me today? Was it because I changed my soap?

Mary: That can't be Morgana. She looks so... different.

Thomas: Compared to what's happened to us, Mary. I'd say she looks remarkably similar.

*Just then, Jade pulls up with Leeko on her footplate.*

James: Who's this? Another long lost friend?

Jade: Not as far as we know. Though me and Leeko have met your companions before. Good to see you again, your majesty.

Thomas: What are you doing in these parts, Jade and Leeko?

Leeko: Why, Jade and I are delivering pies for Mr. Danforth's party.

Morgana: Cor, pies? I love pies! Any chance I could steal a little slice?

Jade: Sorry, ma'am. But they're for invited guests only. Mr. Danforth ordered exactly one pie for each guest.

King Edward I: Wait... did she say there was one pie per guest?

James: Yeah, those lucky b******s. They each get a whole pie!

Rourkie: Morgana, James, do you know who was invited to this party?

James: Alright, let me see... *gets out his notebook.* We had Montague, Bulliver, Flavious, Beaumont, Sinclair, Aristophanes, Clairment, Duchamp,
Sylas and Sully.

Mila: Where are you going with this, Rourkie?

Rourkie: Well, that's about ten guests, plus Mr. Danforth himself. Morgana, can you please count up the pies?

Morgana: Let's see... onetwothreefourfivesixeseveneightnineten... Eleven pies. Yeah, that's about right.

King Edward I: But you said Mr. Danforth was hoping to find his wife in time for this party. If he really thought she might be found, wouldn't he have ordered twelve pies?

James: What are you saying, your majesty? That he had so little faith in me he knew me and Morgana couldn't find her?

King Edward I: No... I'm saying it could be worse. He might've KILLED HER! That's how he knew she'd never be found, that's why he only ordered eleven pies.
Besides, what kind of man hosts a party when his wife is missing anyway?

Morgana: Yeah... I think the king is right. Totally right! This is terrible!

Rourkie: Well, we solved the mystery, didn't we? Why aren't you happy?

James: Because we're lousy detectives! You were on this case for two hours and you solved it... *clicks fingers.* like that! Me and Morgana couldn't figure it out for a week!

Foxcote Manor: I know what will cheer you up. Why not we have some of those pies you were so interested in? Why should a murderer and his so-called posh friends get to indulge, when you
can always just enjoy yourself?

Mary: And we get to watch...

Morgana: Alright, I suppose a little bite wouldn't hurt.

*Morgana eats a pie, and James eats another.*

James: Oh, man. This is pretty good!

*Just then, a distinguished mouse and GWR 5700 Pannier Tank come racing out to stop Morgana and James. The mouse and pannier tank happen to be Mr. Danforth and Montague (who's
an alter-ego of Duck)!*

Montague: Stop right there, you criminal scum!

Mr. Danforth: You monstrous beast! Those pies are for invited guests only!

James: *mouthful* You're a cold blooded killer and you call me that? We'll show you a monster..

*James and Morgana keep the eating the pies.*

King Edward I: Errm... fellas. I don't mean to...

James: Shut up, we're eating!

*James and Morgana continue eating the pies. But they're suddenly gaining lots of weight.*

Percy: But James... and Morgana, you're... you're...

Morgana: Can't talk, eating! You think the great detective and agents Morgana and James would let you get away with it? 

James: You thought you'd be laughing it up with your rich friends, eating your heart out, whilst little ol' me went hungry. *grabs Mr. Danforth by his coat.* Think again, you've got a lot to learn, little man!

Morgana: You killed your wife and tried to use me to cover your tracks!

James: You were trying to poison your guests with your pies, including us! Now look at me! *barfs* I've got diabetes and obesity 'cos of you!

Mr. Danforth: I did no such thing! My wife ran away!

Thomas: *whistles* Morgana! James! We can just have him arrested, can't we?

Morgana: Why? He's too rich for this town's justice. I should bake him into one of these pies.

Rourkie: Oh my f**king God, this is all my fault! I just wanted to do something good for Morgana! But now I've ruined her life, just like I did before. *sobs*

Mr. Danforth: Yes, I didn't want to tell anyone this, but... *sighs* What happened to you just now, that's what happened to my wife. She turned into a giant snake. I tried locking her away
and she escaped. That's why she ran away.

Montague: Beg pardon, but that's why we made an oath to keep it a secret, sir. Mr. Danforth's been going through a lot since his wife was transformed into a snake and he didn't want anyone to know about it.

Mila: A snake woman! Just like what Mori said! He might be telling the truth!

James: He's a known liar! I would've believed him even if a snake woman burst down the door right now.

*Just then, a loud crash is heard and a giant snake enters the building with a GWR 1400 riding behind her. The giant snake happens to be Tala and the 14xx is actually Bulliver (Who's actually an
alter-ego of Oliver)*

Tala: Good evening, husband. I trust we're not too late for the party! I've brought Bulliver over.

Bulliver: Hi!

*Thomas and the pirates look at each other in concern. Thomas rubs his smokebox.*

Thomas: I think I'm gonna need a lie down...

*End of Scene 10*
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Scene 11:

*Scene changes to the town square where Darious is talking to Thomas and the pirate gang.*

Darious: I found Tala in this cave, whilst inspecting the area that was supposed to be patrolled by pirates. She explained everything.

Thomas: Good thing you arrived when you did. I'm worried about James and Morgana.

Darious: Don't be concerned, Thomas. I talked with Morgana and I think she'll make a fine officer aboard my ship!

Mila: You really are recruiting Morgana? Just like old times...

Darious: Speaking of old times, I met someone else in that cave. A woman named Jackie. Wasn't that the name of the woman Rourkie confessed to killing?

Thomas: What the... JACKIE'S ALIVE?!

Mila: Either way, Rourkie's going to be quite happy to hear about that, but where is he?

Darious: I'm not sure, I haven't seen him since we left Danforth's mansion.

Thomas: I probably have to get to the ship. Come on, Mila.

Mila: Okay, Thomas.

*Thomas steams off back to the harbour where he and Mila find Rourkie and King Edward I boarding the Pirate's Fate.*

Rourkie: Thomas, Mila. We're leaving, Me and King Edward I have to go back to Kittering Castle, it's where we belong. I was hoping, we wouldn't have to say goodbye.

Mila: If you don't want to say goodbye, don't leave.

King Edward I: We have to, young Mila...

*Just then, the engines and pirates arrive.*

Darious: Rourkie, you're leaving?

Rourkie: Yes, me and King Edward I must do what we're made to do. Survive.

King Edward I: Rourkie's right. You're probably better off without him, he's a bad person and he always will be, he realized that now.

Darious: No, you're not. That's what I came to tell you. I found Jackie, alive. You didn't kill anyone. In fact, she even gathered her own royal crew.

Rourkie: Well... *chuckl
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