Thomas and Spike Rescue from Misty island

More mysteries, worries about dear friends, and tunnel troubles

On Misty Island, Thomas and Spike followed the logging locos to a strange bridge that looked wobbly.

"Look, Thomas," Spike said. "More Jobi logs. But how are we going to get to them?"

"Just..." said Bash.

"follow us." added Dash.

And Thomas and Spike watched as the Logging Locos crossed the bridge.

"Shake! Shake! Make me quake!" Exclaimed Dash.

"Make me Quake until I Shake!" exclaimed Bash.

"Yipee!" cheered Ferdinand.

The logging locos liked the shake shake bridge, but Thomas and Spike didn't.

"This bridge is not safe at all." said Thomas, "We shouldn't use it."

"Yeah." agreed Spike. "Thomas might be too heavy for it and we could fall into the water."

The logging locos just giggled and jiggled.

"But, we have the logs." Bash pointed out.

"And you haven't." added Dash.

"That's right." said Ferdinand.

"So what are you two going to-" asked Bash

"Do about it?" finished Dash

Thomas and Spike had no choice. There was only one thing to do.

"I guess we have to cross the bridge." sighed Thomas.

"Let's be careful, Thomas." cautioned Spike.

And inch by inch and wobbly wheel turn by wobbly wheel turn, Thomas and Spike were on the other side of the bridge. The little dragon's wings were frozen with fear and his claws were covering his eyes.

"You can open your eyes, Spike." Thomas assured his scared friend, "we crossed the shake shake bridge."

Spike opened his eyes and was amazed to see that they didn't break the bridge.

"The bridge did shake and it didn't even break." said Spike. "Maybe we were wrong to say no for so long."

That evening at the sodor search and rescue center, Whiff was worried at what he saw.

"Surely you can't build your office here, Sir." he said. "That is the entrance to the Misty Island tunnel. And it's all blocked up. So all that it was good for was a place for the garbage."

"That is ridiculous, Whiff." Twilight retorted. "I am not worried about that."

"I quite agree with Twilight," added Sir Topham Hatt, "Twilight and I have no time to worry about an old tunnel, Whiff. We are too worried about Thomas and Spike. Good Night."

And the Fat Controller and Twilight walked away, praying that Thomas and Spike are okay.

The next day, the logging locos showed Thomas and Spike Ol' Wheezy, the log loader crane. Thomas and Spike were very nervous about Ol' Wheezy. Ol' Wheezy wasn't like most cranes; he jittered and clattered, huffed and puffed and he didn't load logs; Ol' Wheezy just threw them. The logging locos thought Ol' Wheezy was amusing and funny. But Thomas and Spike didn't because they think that it was a waste of time.

"You have to be firm and stern." Thomas said to himself.

"This could be trouble." Spike muttered.

And Thomas shunted the flatbed to where Ol' Wheezy was. Ol' Wheezy wheezed and wobbled, popped and puffed, and threw Thomas and Spike's flatbed of Jobi logs into the river filled with logs. The flatbed flinged the logs up to the air and crashed and bashed onto Thomas' boiler. Spike hid behind Thomas. Luckily, Spike didn't get hurt, but Thomas' boiler got a bit dented.