Nightmares From The Workshops

Isla

The Fell twins had, in their minds the best news they could ever have received, a shake up with rostering meant that Geoff, the Crovan's Gate works diesel was to be made a permanent member of The Fat Controllers mainline fleet, Alan, who had been their keeper for many years was to work at Crovan's Gate in Geoff's place, the twins were overjoyed with this arrangement.

Cleo: "Looks you won't be here anymore to ruin our lives! We can do what we, when we want, whenever we want!"

Claire: "We can do this island a favour and get rid of all these stinky puffballs once and for all!"

Alan: "That will be the day! I may not be here, you two, but Sir Topham will always make sure you two don't get any big ideas!"

Claire: "Like what?"

Cleo: "Doing our job?"

Alan: "No, only scrapping engines you're supposed to, not taunting any of Sir Topham's engines, you mess with them, I'll come back like a tonne of bricks on you two."

Cleo/Claire: "Yes sir!/Of course, sir!"

Alan puffed out of the ironworks one last time, taking his paddy train with him, the diesels watched him as he puffed away out of sight, the annoyed looks soon curled up to devious grins as they now knew, Alan couldn't see them.

Claire: "Now we can wind those stinky steamies up without Mr. Humpy Dumpy getting in our way."

Cleo: "Why stop there? I'm sure pushing a few rustbuckets under the grabber would be much more fun."

Claire: "Oh sis, you are so diabolical."

Cleo: "Oh, you are too kind, sis."

The Fell twins rolled away as they felt their well deserved freedom lifting the years of being told what to do out of their cabs, for the next week or so, the sisters reveled in their new found freedom, threatening steam engines about being cut up, making them middle engines and even pushing a few under the grabber, they were almost giddy with excitment.

The engines hated it. They didn't feel so safe around the ironworks, now especially Alan wasn't there to keep Cleo and Claire in order.

James: "Those diesels have run riot!"

Henry: "I've never felt so scared in my life!"

Billie: "Sir, must be able to do something, right?"

Bear: "Fraid not, he doesn't own those two, he could take away their trackage rights, but then we wouldn't have a scrapyard."

It was a problem worth pondering over for the engines, though none of them liked the scrapyard, but the island still needed one, it would be to the engines great interest that behind the scenes, The Fat Controller was working on something, to make the ironworks sisters behave and the make his engines feel safe.

That evening, Cleo and Claire had finished work for the evening, the yards were lit brightly as the night shift began, and both diesels were exhausted yet very triumphant.

Claire: "I almost feel light-radiatored with all these tricks we've been pulling."

Cleo: "All those years of being under that old fuddy-duddy, finally we are free to do whatever we want!"

Claire: "Just the thing modern females like us these days!"

Cleo: "No men and to make our own decisions."

The Fell sisters laughed loudly, though they were enjoying every second of being free, their ecstasy would be short lived, a whistle cut through the air as the sisters looked over and saw Amelie pulling in with a large flatbed behind her, on it stood a class 66 diesel with what looked like a pincer on her roof, her face was scratched and grimy, while her yellow paintwork was covered in rust.

Cleo: "What on earth is that?!"

Amelie: "That's the new scrap processor to be installed inside the smelting shed, her names is Isla, one of those faulty 66 diesels they never dared run."

Claire: "Well, well, isn't that nice, guessing you're going to be its first test subject."

Amelie: "Oh no, the manager said I was to drop her off here and you two are to drop her off inside the smelting shed, after all, we are all just large lumps of scrap are'nt we?"

Cleo and Claire looked up at the big diesel and gulped, they could see her looking down at them with utter disgust, they also looked at Amelie who didn't even seem to flinch one bit, both scowled before coupling up to the flatbed and pushed her inside. Amelie followed behind.

A large concrete construction was built around where Isla was going to spend the rest of her life working, the big diesel growled as she was lifted from her flatbed and into the space where she would go.

Claire: "Well, here you are then, ready to become whatever it is you're here for."

Isla: "Thank you, my new friends, I will find my new job here very..... productive."

Cleo: "Sounds creepy, looks awful.

Claire: "Ugly freak."

Isla: "What was that, my friends?"

Claire: "Deaf too."

Cleo: "WE CALLED YOU AN UGLY FREAK!! YOU DEAF PILE OF SCRAP!!"

Isla: "I wouldn't call me names like that deary."

Claire: "Why what you going to do?!"

As the engines had been talking, the workmen had fitted a motor to Isla's engine, it coughed, spluttered and chocked until it roared into life, Isla raised her pincer up and plunged it towards Cleo who jumped back in suprise.

Isla: "SOMETHING LIKE THIS YOU PATHETIC FAILED EXPERIMENTS!!"

CLEO/CLAIRE: "JESUS CHRIST!!'

Amelie puffed away with a satisfied smile across her face, her work here was done, Cleo and Claire looked at the pincer waving wildly about, missing them by inches.

Isla: "THINK YOU SO BLOODY SMART YOU OBSOLETE WEIRDOS??!! WELL GUESS WHAT??!! I CALL THE SHOTS NOW SO GET OUTTA MY FACE IF YOU WANT TO LIVE LONGER!!"

Claire and Cleo froze, Isla's engine had now been turned off and her pincer layed limply on her left side, baring the scars of what had just happened, the two sisters wanted to run away but they were frozen in fear, they wished Alan was back, at least he didn't threaten them.

Isla: "Now you two imbeciles get my some scrap right now or I'll crush you two into pieces instead!!"

Cleo/Claire: "Yes boss! We will boss!"

Isla cackled as the two diesels raced away to fetch her my scrap, more hastily this time, this was one piece of machinery they didn't want to mess with.

Cleo and Claire no longer taunt the other engines about scrap, dealing with Isla and her anger episodes, makes them more worried for their own safety more than others around them and the thought of them being turned into scrap, like the steam engines they tease, sends chills through their frames.