Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends: Into the Thigh-Verse: Sea Shanty The Movie

Chapter 4: A Blessing in Disguise

The next morning, Donald arrived with the cranes. The Fat Controller was on board. He marvelled at the damage that stood before him.
"How could this have happened?" He asked in dismay.
"The tramp steamer came barreling into the harbour!" Edward explained. "It was nobody's fault!"
"And!" Added Skizz, cracking a smile. "At least no one was hurt! All the ships crew jumped clear, and we rescued all the workmen!"
"Yes, but that doesn't help with the destroyed harbour." The Fat Controller shook his head. "What on earth are we meant to do?"
No one replied. The Fat Controller set off back for his office, leaving a worried manager behind.

The Fat Controller sat in his office. His mind couldn't settle at all. He eyed his map, letting them stick mostly on the location of the map. At last, he sighed, as the door opened. The shed master strolled carefully in.
"You doing alright, sir?" Harper asked. The Fat Controller shook his head.
"I'm not sure." The railway controller sighed. "This harbour fiasco is driving me mad."
"Why don't we just rebuild it?" The shed master replied. "I don't talk to Sandra much, admittedly, but from what I have heard through the grape-vine, that harbour was in serious need of a rebuild."
"I suppose you're right." The Fat Controller nodded. "Truthfully, I was wanting to wait until it became inoperable. Insurance reasons and all that."
"Well.. Guess what it is now?" Harper's infectious smile made The Fat Controller think. At last, a smile crossed his face.
"I suppose so!" The Fat Controller bounded up! "I know what I have to do now!"

"We're rebuilding the harbour!?" Huffed Topher. "We've got enough work to do already!"
"Too right!" Zorran added. "Why have we got to add onto our already increasing workload!"
The sheds were in an uproar! The news about the harbour reconstruction was not what any engine had been expecting to hear, somehow.
"What, are we just going to dump all of our cargo at the docks!?" Huffed Harold! "No way am I heading down that branchline!"
"Says you!" Watson retorted. "We don't want an obese cunt like you on our branchline!"
"SILENCE!" The Fat Controller bellowed. "THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Silence soon fell over the sheds.
"As strange as this is to say, this incident would be a blessing in disguise." The Fat Controller added. "The harbour was in dire need of repairs. The concrete was old, and the cranes corroded."
The engines all mumbled out in agreement.
"Now. I'll need any volunteers to help with the repairs."
"I'll do it sir." Edward quickly spoke up. "I wasn't able to move those oil trucks. It was partly my fault the explosions were set off."
"Very well." The Fat Controller smiled. "Anyone else?"
"If Edward's helping, I shall too." Skizz replied. "I could've been there earlier, and could've moved the last of the fuel tankers."
The Fat Controller clapped his hands together. His smile bigger than the damage done to the harbour.
"I can be act a third?" York put in. "Three engines are better than two?"
"Then what are we to do with the extra work?" Benson quizzed. "We can't have three engines off the board!"
"That's why I'm borrowing some diesels from the other railway to do their work." The Fat Controller explained. "And I know this is a big change, but please, just work with me."
"We won't let you down, sir!" Chimed Thomas. Trying to rally the other engines together. The Fat Controller tipped his top hat, and made his way out the door, letting is close gently.
"Well.." Afton said, after an awkward silence had well and truly passed through the sheds. "Goodnight, I guess."
The engines agreed, and one by one, they all fell asleep. Except for Edward.
"This." He thought. "Is bound to be interesting."