One afternoon, Thomas the tank engine was waiting at the station. When a car pulled up. One of its doors swung. And out comes Percy Spencer. A Fat Hard Drinking Man, who doesn't have a job, but a hard case of welfare. Percy walked up to the station. He drank a can of beer. Then he looked at Thomas' Coaches, Annie and Clarabel.
Percy: [Sigh] Number One, when exactly are you going to get rid of those Rat-Filled Pieces of garbage?
Thomas: Uh, Excuse me, what? Rat-Filled pieces of garbage.
Percy: Eh, I dunno. Maybe with those wooden cabins on wheels behind you.
Thomas: Wait, what? [Looks at a racing car named Tin Top]
Tin Top: Well, I know I'm not as young as I used to be. And not so far behind with the others. But I would resent that. [Drives away sobbing]
Thomas: See what you've just did?
Percy: I am not talking about racing cars! I'm talking about Annie and Clarabel!
Annie: Sorry, what??
Thomas was speechless.
Thomas: Er, Annie, and...
Percy: Yes, I mean Annie and Clarabel. Yeah, those things got to go.
Thomas: Oh, for whatever reason.
Percy: Hmm, well let's see then, shall we? [Throws away the beer can. It missed the bin] They smell like Fish and Cheese, their wood does rot badly and it is good for you to drag along like an 8 Year Old Narcissist bonding with a Diarroeah scented curled up blanket who won't get rid of it, it's just too unhealthy, man.
"More than a word of a genius." Said Kevin.
Thomas: But, that's just the way how I like them, sir. That feels insulting. But you're going to get used it whether you like it or not.
Percy: Well then, you sir, are one messed up freak. In so many ways. I swear to god.
Thomas: Worth a try.
Kevin hated to break it up to the Rotten Tank Engine that a Carriage is that old, and they could be scrapped someday. Maybe scrap them next week. Or maybe three days. Or what about Tomorrow?
Annie: Wwwhat???
Clarabel: Jerk's using those big words at us, eh?
Thomas: Well, why not today?
Annie: Thomas!
Thomas: Uh, well, he didn't mention it today, so I thought.
Percy: Oh yeah, even today.
Thomas: Great.
Percy: Now if you excuse us, me and my boy are off to do groceries.
"Smell ya later, matchboxes!" Said Kevin.
And the car drove away.
Thomas: Wow, he is a jerk.
Annie: Clarabel, do you think that man could be, [Sniff] Possibly right?
Clarabel: Oh no, dear. No one would ever hurt us, as long as Thomas is around.
Annie: Oh yes. Because you and I both know how loyal Thomas is to his quaint faithful coaches, that he's been around for so long
Thomas: I do wonder what that fat man was on about. Something about living in a wooden cabin.
Thomas' Driver: Yeah, good luck with that, train boy.
Thomas: Huh? Aren't I pulling something right now? Nah. When that signal changes, It is time for me to go do some shunting with Rosie.
Sunsy: Uhh, Thomas, the signal is green.
Robert: Yes. Green means go!
Thomas chuffed away with his coaches.
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Wooden Cabins
Chick-LitAfter Percy Spencer hurt Annie and Clarabel's feelings, the girls decide to give him a taste of his own medicine; Respect!
