Thomas And The Portrait of What Looked Like A Large Pile Of Ash

Chapter 13: The Handsome One

The Island of Sodor snarled with a wave of magically magnified wind. The sky outside was a great black ceiling, which was full of blood. The only sounds drifting from Gordon's hut were the disdainful shrieks of his own furniture. Usefulness: it was something Thomas the tank engine thought was very good.

Leathery sheets of rain lashed at Thomas's ghost as he chuffed across the island toward Knapford Station. Percy was standing there and doing a kind of frenzied tap dance. He saw Thomas and immediately began to eat Emily's family

Percy's Percy shirt was just as bad as Percy himself.

"If you two can't clump happily, I'm going to get aggressive," confessed the reasonable Emily.

"What about Percy usefulness?" offered Percy. To Thomas, Percy was a loud, slow and soft bird. Thomas did not like to think about birds.

"Diesels are on top of the station!" Percy bleated, quivering. Percy was going to be the dark. He just was. He wasn't proud of that, but it was going to be hard to not have the dark all over his body after all is said and done.

"Look," said Emily. "Obviously there are loads of diesels in the station. Let's listen in on their meetings."

The three complete friends zapped onto the landing outside the door to the castle roof. They almost wheeled it, but tender engines are not climbing. Percy looked at the doorknob and then looked at Emily with searing pain.

"I think it's closed," he noticed.

"Locked," said Samson, the shabby-painted ghost. They looked at the door, screaming about how closed it was and asking it to be replaced with a small orb. The password was "BEEF COACHES," Emily cried.

Thomas, Percy and Emily quietly stood behind a circle of death eaters who looked bad. "I think it's oke if you like me," said one death eater. "Thank you very much," replied the other. The first death eater confidently leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Oh! well done!", said the second as his friend stepped back again. All the other diesels clapped politely. Then they all took a few minutes to go over the plan to get rid of Thomas's usefulness.

Thomas could tell that Diesel 10 was standing right behind him. He felt a great overreaction. Thomas tore his eyes out of his head and threw them into the scrapyard. Diesel 10 raised an eyebrow at Thomas, who could not see anything at the moment. "Diesel 10, you're a very bad and mean engine," Thomas savagely said. Emily nodded encouragingly. Dart was wearing a shirt that said 'Emily has forgotten how to dance,' so Emily dipped his face in mud, which caused him to get ALS and die. ZRemember kids, mud causes ALS.(Just a joke, don't take it seriously!)

Percy shunted a truck at Diesel 10 and everyone applauded. Percy smiled. Percy reached for the truck slowly. "Percy's the handsome one," muttered Thomas as he reluctantly reached for another truck.

They shunted a truck or two, and the diesels' heads began to spontaneously combust. Percy flinched.

"Not so handsome now," thought Thomas as he dipped Emily in hot sauce.

The diesels were dead now, and Thomas was hungrier than he had ever been.

Knapford Station was filled with incredible moaning brake vans and a large coach who had decorated the platforms with books about masonry. Mountains of coal exploded. Several long pumpkins fell out of Lady. The Fat Controller's hat slid next to Emily as the Fat Controller arrived at the sheds. Scruff the Scruncher pulsed like a large bullfrog. The Fat Controller smiled at it, and placed his hand on its head: "YOU ARE GORDON NOW!"

"We're the only engines who matter. He is never going to get rid of us," Thomas, Emily, and Percy said in chorus.

The floor of the castle seemed like a large pile of magic. Thomas' family had never been to Knapford Station and they were not about to come there in Thomas And The Portrait Of What Looked Like A Large Pile Of Ash. Thomas looked around and then fell down Gordon's Hill for the rest of the summer.

"I'm Thomas the tank engine," Thomas began yelling.

"The diesels better be worried, oh boy!"