Wooden Cabins

A Day at the PeterTown Railway

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.