Railways of Sodor: Thomas & The Missing Engine

The Beginning

~1921~

A small purple 0-4-2T rushed down the tracks, a 17 year old boy, dressed in black stood in the engines open cab.

Shortly behind, another tank engine, this time blue 0-6-0T running bunker first gave chase.

The pair passed a station, with a small red engine looked on in shock as the purple engine rammed straight into the end of a goods train, demolishing the brakevan as the boy jumped clear.

The blue engine quickly stopped, the crew jumped out and restrained the boy as the purple engine laid on their side, severely damaged...

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~1972, 51 years later~

"Oh for Godred's sake!" Exclaimed Thomas, "We've been going down this abandoned line for nearly five minutes!"

"Calm down Thomas." Sighed Edward, both engines, had been double heading a short goods train of engine parts to Kellsthorpe Road, neither two engines could exactly figure out why. "Anyway, why are there no bushes in the way?"

"Your bloody welcome." A grumpy voice replied. There Henry stood with branches being removed from his bufferbeam.

The pair stopped and looked around, they were in what seemed to be a small branch line station, there were two sidings and a small engine shed too.
And to add to that, Henry was just waiting outside the disused station.

"So what's going on?" Asked Edward, confused.

"I might be able to answer that." Sir Charles Topham Hatt, The Fat Controller walked up, with a elderly couple behind him.

"Burnett?! Tasha?!" The three engines yelled, in shock.

"Hello you three, glad to see you three here." Tasha smilled at the three engines.

"Ok, what's going on here?" Asked Thomas.

"Look in that engine shed and there's the answer." Burnett grinned.

Thomas uncoupled from Edward, and moved over in front of the old shed and gasped in shock.