Post by Nicholas (Nictrain123) on Mar 30, 2012 18:37:02 GMT -7
After looking at several stories of Thomas & Friends decipted as humans, I have decided to follow in their footsteps and inscribe some myself.
If Thomas & Friends were human....
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Chapter 1:
The sun shown through the draped window which disturbed Thomas in his peaceful sleep. He covered his head with his arm and tried to doze off again. The alarm clock rang and Thomas punched it off the dresser breaking it in the process. "Great," he mumbled. "That was the fifth one this month." And with that, he got up and scratched his head. Later he got into his car and drove off towards Ffarquhar. When he got there, Percy was already there scrubbing down his engine, No. 6, ready to take it out. "Thomas, did you doze off again?" asked Percy as Thomas walked through the door. "It was the alarm clock," he mumbled. "Didn't go off again." "You know, you haven't been right since Mr. Hatt put you on the night mail duties," Percy said. "Like Toby said, you gotta take moar coffee, or else you'll be sleepwalking!" Thomas just shrugged and went to collect the scrubrush. "Lost a bet against Bertie again?" asked Percy. Thomas didn't say a word, he just kept scrubbing down No. 1. "Look Thomas, ever since Bertie started taunting the trains, you've been racing like a rocket at God knows whatever speed and Mr. Hatt's been cutting down your salaries because of the complaining passengers. You need to wise up dude." Just then, Toby stepped into the sheds. He grabbed his shovel and raised his cowboy hat up an inch. "All right you lot, the trains are due out. Let get 'em on out of here before the Hatt gives us a-" "Okay we get it." cut in Percy.
Meanwhile in the workman's hut at Tidmouth, two men were playing checkers. One of them scratched his moustache and starred hard at his last two checkers while the other one sat in his wooden chair with his arms crossed watching his move. He reached for one, but the other man shook his head and he retracted his hand. Then he reached for the other one, but the man in the wooden chair shook his head again. "Why are you so good at this game Edward?" asked one of the men. "Expirience is what it is, James," said Edward as he picked up his glass of root beer to drink it. "Expirience." James grunted as he tucked in his pocket on his red vest. "Hey, what's that?" said James, as he looked behind Edward's chair. "I ain't falling for that again," said Edward. "What do you mean?" asked James. "Cause every time ya' tell me to look the other way while playing checkers, you turn the game around and ya' cheat." "Aw c'mon, I don't cheat." laughed James, while Edward narrowed his eyes at him. "All right then, if you turn around I promise I won't cheat." promised James. Edward still stared at him. "Fine." said Edward, "but if I see you cheat, you're gonna have ta' give me yer red vest." "Deal," said James trying not to freak out, "now just turn around." Edward turned his head, and James was just about to turn the table when a man with blue overalls threw the door open looking worried suprising James which made him knock over the table as Edward jumped up from his chair. "Guys, Henry just called in sick again!" said the man. "Again Gordon?" said Edward. "What's the matter with him?" "Hypothermia." said Gordon. "Doc says he's gonna be in bed for a while." "Well well, it's that time of year again." James huffed. "If Henry can somehow keep himself closer to the firebox, he might find his 'symptoms' washing off!" Edward scowled at James, who picked up a magazine and stuck his face in it to avoid eye contact. "So I suppose one of us should take over Henry's work duties while he's away." "Aye, that'a culd be dun ba' one of us." said a Scottish voice from the back room. "Donald, you know today's supposed to be your brother's day off," said Edward. "You two have working yourselves to the limit!" "Anything ta help ma colleague won't dae no harrm!" declared Douglas as he and his brother examined an old radio. "What are you doing tampering around that old junk for?" asked James. "This ra'dio was used ba Charles Hatt in the 50's," said Donald. "Maybe we cann get it tae wurrk again!" James scoffed. "If that so-called radio works, then I'm eating a lump of coal." he said as he grabbed his coat and went towards the roundhouse. Edward winked at Gordon, who in return gave him a cheeky smile. Donald plugged the cord to the wall and the radio came to life. "Switch it on laddie!" declared Douglas, as Donald turned the knob and the radio turned on and played a Scottish jig tune. "Bless the bagpipes, it works!" yelled Douglas as he and Donald did a jig in unison.
Meanwhile, James was shoveling coal into the firebox of No. 5 for the morning stopping train. Then, Gordon handed him a big piece of coal and chuckled. "Now would you like this raw or cooked?" James grunted as Gordon laughed heartily at his own joke.
Chapter 2:
Later, Edward was loading luggage into the luggage van for the express train due for Barrow. He removed a few parcels and then, a 10-year old boy with a grey baseball cap on his head poked his head out of the pile suprising Edward. "Ben?" gasped Edward, "what are you doing here?" "I heard Bill planning to play a trick on me this morning, and I've been hiding from him ever since." "So you thought you could come up here then?" scowled Edward. "Uh, yeah." said Ben. He was starting to get a little nervous. "Does Boco know yer here?" asked Edward. "You know, I'm afraid I might've forgot to tell Uncle Boco about that." said Ben. "Okay then, I'll have to call him then and let him know about you, and then I'll take you back up to Brendam on my next train." said Edward. "Okay then Uncle Edward," sighed Ben.
Meanwhile at Ffarquhar, Thomas was helping to load baggage onto his train due for Tidmouth. Percy, who had arrived back with No. 6 from a goods train, decided to assist his friend. "So," began Percy, "what's been going on with you lately?" "Not much," said Thomas. "But I'm going to take Rosie out tonight. Percy paused. "You mean that American waitress from the bar at Tidmouth?" "You know you two have been going out for a while" "Yup." smiled Thomas. "I think I might just make 'The Move' tonight." Percy then stood up and nudged Thomas on the shoulder. "You sly son of a gun." grinned Percy. "It seems only yesterday we first laid eyes on each other." sighed Thomas. "Yeah," said Percy. "You know, I keep forgetting how you two met."
"Well," began Thomas. "It was when I was still a porter at Vicarstown. I was walking towards the guard's van after loading the luggage onto the train to join Henry in playing Poker during the trip. You remember that Mr. Hatt put Henry on guard duties before his accident with the 'Flying Kipper' right?" "Yup" said Percy. "So anyways," continued Thomas, "Rosie then came from the crowd racing towards the train and then she bumped into a gentleman dropping her luggage. I walked up to her and helped her picked up her bags. She thanked me and introduced herself as I did too. I invited her to the porter's compartment and we talked for a while. Then when we got off at Tidmouth, she asked me if I could come to see her at the bar later and I agreed." Thomas paused impressively and smiled. "Then from that on, everything went uphill and she became the girl of my dreams." "You're lucky." Percy smiled at his friend. "It seems these days, everyone's getting hooked up. Boco and Daisy, Gordon and Molly." "And you and Mavis?" asked Thomas. "Whoah, Thomas." said Percy, "Mavis and I are just friends, all right? Just friends." "Right." smirked Thomas. Just then, a man walked up to Thomas and Percy. He had a round chin and a big unibrow across his forehead, and he spoke with a scruffy accent. "All right you two, we're ready to go now." he said. "Okay, thank you Norman." said Thomas. "See you at lunchtime then Thomas!" called Percy as he headed back to the sheds. "See ya Percy!" called Thomas, as he climbed into the cab and the train set off.
Meanwhile up in the mountains towards the direction of Skarloey Lake, two gentlemen were playing golf at the hotel. "I say Bertram old chap, that was a gold nugget of a shot." said one of the gentlemen. Bertram raised his golf club on his shoulder. "Now I dare you to beat my score." So Duke straightened his glasses, and aimed his mark. "All those years of working in the mines have finally paid off." smiled Duke. Bertram huffed, "I say you can tell me about that. But now that we've retired, we can live our lives at the best." "Well said brother," Duke smiled. "Well said." Duke raised his golf club and was just about to make his throw when a voice disturbed him. "Hey Granpuff!" Duke swang the club with a mighty force and the ball flew high through the air across the lake and plopped down on the head of Duncan, who was working with Rusty to repair the track around the lake. Duncan swore pungently in Scottish waving his fist in anger while Rusty just ignored him and went back to work.
"I say youngling," replied Duke, "what is your need?" "Have you seen the new comedy show Granpuff?" said Peter Sam. Duke raised an eyebrow. "And which one would that be then?" he asked. "The Young Ones it's called Granpuff." inquired Peter Sam. "Rusty says it's the funniest comedy show this side of the Sudrian Sea!" Duke chortled with laughter. "Pah! Call that comedy? That's nothing like the comedy we knew in our young days!"
A smartly-dressed man walks into a pet store carrying a garbage bag. "I say, good evening!" he said to the clerk. "I wish to make a complaint!" The clerk groaned. "What is it now?" "I wish to make a complaint another this pet that I bought not an half an' hour ago from this very boutique!" "Ah yes, the European-bred swine, what is wrong with it?" " I'll tell you what's wrong with it old man!" he said as he put the pig on the counter. "It's dead is what's wrong with it then!" The clerk cringed.
"No no, it isn't dead!" worried the clerk. "It's resting is what it's doing!" The smartly-dressed man harumped in disbelief. "Care to look at it then?" asked the clerk. "Very well then!" said the man, who was starting to get irritated. "If it's resting, I'll awake it from it's slumber then." "Suueee piggy!" yelled the man. "I have a fresh pile of slop for you when you wake up!" "Look at him then, he just twitched!" lied the clerk as he slightly nudged the pig. "No he didn't, it was you of all things!" growled the man as the clerk backed his arm. "Suueee piggy!" yelled the man again. "Suuueeeeeee!!!!!" Then he paused. The pig still looked dead.
"See that now, it grunted!" joked the man. The clerk was starting to get irritated. "It grunted! Oh why the dilly don't you believe me!"
At lunchtime on the Skarloey Railway, all the workmen come together to eat lunch at the Refreshment Lady's Tea Room at Lakeside Station.
"Hey darlin'!" called Rusty at Marcy, the Refreshment Lady. "Hand us over an Earl Grey if you please!" "So the priest says to the coach I'll throw the money in the air," giggled Ivo Hugh. "And what God wants, he keeps!" Everyone laughed heartily at the joke. "You know what Ivo Hugh?" giggled Sir Handel, "you are the funniest man on Sodor!" "You should go in for a comedy routine!" said Peter Sam. "Now hold it you two," said Ivo Hugh. "saying jokes in front of my friends is as far as I wanna go." Duncan eyed Sir Handel as he was drinking his tea and smirked. "Rememba tha tame ye played tha treick on Petey Sam when hae lost his arm, laddie? That waes hilarious!" Duncan said. Sir Handel spat out his tea. "Don't start on that again Duncan!" Sir Handel growled at him. Peter Sam sighed remembering what he had to go though all those years ago to receive a 'special' arm.
12 Years Before, the Thin Controller had assigned Peter Sam to work at the slate quarry to clean out the last slabs of slate from the quarry which was starting to wear down. It was supposed to be Sir Handel's turn but he called in 'sick,' so Peter Sam had to go out and take it in. The winch was starting to act up so he and Rusty were trying to see what the problem was. But after full examination, they could find nothing wrong. Rusty was still cautious, so he warned Peter Sam to be careful.
Peter Sam acted for a brakeman for the trucks coming down while Rusty did so for the trucks going up. They were halfway through when Rusty noticed the cable behind the trucks was thinning. He was about to shout a warning, but it snapped and the loaded trucks hurtled down the hill gaining speed as they did so. Peter Sam held onto the brake for dear life as they got closer to the bottom of the hill where the railway's No.4 lay waiting. Peter Sam jumped off, but he tumbled down a little way before he hit the side of the water tank knocking himself unconscious. After the crash, Rusty called for an ambulance when he went to go tend to his injured colleague. The ambulance soon arrived and whisked poor Peter Sam away to the hospital as fast as it could. The damage was worse then they thought. Peter Sam had a black eye, his arm was broken and his leg was twisted. When Sir Handel heard about the incident, he rushed to the hospital to tend to his injured brother. He also admitted that he lied about him being sick so he could stay home and avoid work. As punishment, the Thin Controller doubled his workload and Duke confiscated his TV for two weeks. After that, Sir Handel knew better than to be lazy and avoid work. He also learned never to listen to Gordon, who gave him the whole idea. Sir Handel swore to give Gordon a piece of his mind!
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Ok that's all I got so far. What do you think? Should I continue and make a whole series of these stories?
If Thomas & Friends were human....
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Chapter 1:
The sun shown through the draped window which disturbed Thomas in his peaceful sleep. He covered his head with his arm and tried to doze off again. The alarm clock rang and Thomas punched it off the dresser breaking it in the process. "Great," he mumbled. "That was the fifth one this month." And with that, he got up and scratched his head. Later he got into his car and drove off towards Ffarquhar. When he got there, Percy was already there scrubbing down his engine, No. 6, ready to take it out. "Thomas, did you doze off again?" asked Percy as Thomas walked through the door. "It was the alarm clock," he mumbled. "Didn't go off again." "You know, you haven't been right since Mr. Hatt put you on the night mail duties," Percy said. "Like Toby said, you gotta take moar coffee, or else you'll be sleepwalking!" Thomas just shrugged and went to collect the scrubrush. "Lost a bet against Bertie again?" asked Percy. Thomas didn't say a word, he just kept scrubbing down No. 1. "Look Thomas, ever since Bertie started taunting the trains, you've been racing like a rocket at God knows whatever speed and Mr. Hatt's been cutting down your salaries because of the complaining passengers. You need to wise up dude." Just then, Toby stepped into the sheds. He grabbed his shovel and raised his cowboy hat up an inch. "All right you lot, the trains are due out. Let get 'em on out of here before the Hatt gives us a-" "Okay we get it." cut in Percy.
Meanwhile in the workman's hut at Tidmouth, two men were playing checkers. One of them scratched his moustache and starred hard at his last two checkers while the other one sat in his wooden chair with his arms crossed watching his move. He reached for one, but the other man shook his head and he retracted his hand. Then he reached for the other one, but the man in the wooden chair shook his head again. "Why are you so good at this game Edward?" asked one of the men. "Expirience is what it is, James," said Edward as he picked up his glass of root beer to drink it. "Expirience." James grunted as he tucked in his pocket on his red vest. "Hey, what's that?" said James, as he looked behind Edward's chair. "I ain't falling for that again," said Edward. "What do you mean?" asked James. "Cause every time ya' tell me to look the other way while playing checkers, you turn the game around and ya' cheat." "Aw c'mon, I don't cheat." laughed James, while Edward narrowed his eyes at him. "All right then, if you turn around I promise I won't cheat." promised James. Edward still stared at him. "Fine." said Edward, "but if I see you cheat, you're gonna have ta' give me yer red vest." "Deal," said James trying not to freak out, "now just turn around." Edward turned his head, and James was just about to turn the table when a man with blue overalls threw the door open looking worried suprising James which made him knock over the table as Edward jumped up from his chair. "Guys, Henry just called in sick again!" said the man. "Again Gordon?" said Edward. "What's the matter with him?" "Hypothermia." said Gordon. "Doc says he's gonna be in bed for a while." "Well well, it's that time of year again." James huffed. "If Henry can somehow keep himself closer to the firebox, he might find his 'symptoms' washing off!" Edward scowled at James, who picked up a magazine and stuck his face in it to avoid eye contact. "So I suppose one of us should take over Henry's work duties while he's away." "Aye, that'a culd be dun ba' one of us." said a Scottish voice from the back room. "Donald, you know today's supposed to be your brother's day off," said Edward. "You two have working yourselves to the limit!" "Anything ta help ma colleague won't dae no harrm!" declared Douglas as he and his brother examined an old radio. "What are you doing tampering around that old junk for?" asked James. "This ra'dio was used ba Charles Hatt in the 50's," said Donald. "Maybe we cann get it tae wurrk again!" James scoffed. "If that so-called radio works, then I'm eating a lump of coal." he said as he grabbed his coat and went towards the roundhouse. Edward winked at Gordon, who in return gave him a cheeky smile. Donald plugged the cord to the wall and the radio came to life. "Switch it on laddie!" declared Douglas, as Donald turned the knob and the radio turned on and played a Scottish jig tune. "Bless the bagpipes, it works!" yelled Douglas as he and Donald did a jig in unison.
Meanwhile, James was shoveling coal into the firebox of No. 5 for the morning stopping train. Then, Gordon handed him a big piece of coal and chuckled. "Now would you like this raw or cooked?" James grunted as Gordon laughed heartily at his own joke.
Chapter 2:
Later, Edward was loading luggage into the luggage van for the express train due for Barrow. He removed a few parcels and then, a 10-year old boy with a grey baseball cap on his head poked his head out of the pile suprising Edward. "Ben?" gasped Edward, "what are you doing here?" "I heard Bill planning to play a trick on me this morning, and I've been hiding from him ever since." "So you thought you could come up here then?" scowled Edward. "Uh, yeah." said Ben. He was starting to get a little nervous. "Does Boco know yer here?" asked Edward. "You know, I'm afraid I might've forgot to tell Uncle Boco about that." said Ben. "Okay then, I'll have to call him then and let him know about you, and then I'll take you back up to Brendam on my next train." said Edward. "Okay then Uncle Edward," sighed Ben.
Meanwhile at Ffarquhar, Thomas was helping to load baggage onto his train due for Tidmouth. Percy, who had arrived back with No. 6 from a goods train, decided to assist his friend. "So," began Percy, "what's been going on with you lately?" "Not much," said Thomas. "But I'm going to take Rosie out tonight. Percy paused. "You mean that American waitress from the bar at Tidmouth?" "You know you two have been going out for a while" "Yup." smiled Thomas. "I think I might just make 'The Move' tonight." Percy then stood up and nudged Thomas on the shoulder. "You sly son of a gun." grinned Percy. "It seems only yesterday we first laid eyes on each other." sighed Thomas. "Yeah," said Percy. "You know, I keep forgetting how you two met."
"Well," began Thomas. "It was when I was still a porter at Vicarstown. I was walking towards the guard's van after loading the luggage onto the train to join Henry in playing Poker during the trip. You remember that Mr. Hatt put Henry on guard duties before his accident with the 'Flying Kipper' right?" "Yup" said Percy. "So anyways," continued Thomas, "Rosie then came from the crowd racing towards the train and then she bumped into a gentleman dropping her luggage. I walked up to her and helped her picked up her bags. She thanked me and introduced herself as I did too. I invited her to the porter's compartment and we talked for a while. Then when we got off at Tidmouth, she asked me if I could come to see her at the bar later and I agreed." Thomas paused impressively and smiled. "Then from that on, everything went uphill and she became the girl of my dreams." "You're lucky." Percy smiled at his friend. "It seems these days, everyone's getting hooked up. Boco and Daisy, Gordon and Molly." "And you and Mavis?" asked Thomas. "Whoah, Thomas." said Percy, "Mavis and I are just friends, all right? Just friends." "Right." smirked Thomas. Just then, a man walked up to Thomas and Percy. He had a round chin and a big unibrow across his forehead, and he spoke with a scruffy accent. "All right you two, we're ready to go now." he said. "Okay, thank you Norman." said Thomas. "See you at lunchtime then Thomas!" called Percy as he headed back to the sheds. "See ya Percy!" called Thomas, as he climbed into the cab and the train set off.
Meanwhile up in the mountains towards the direction of Skarloey Lake, two gentlemen were playing golf at the hotel. "I say Bertram old chap, that was a gold nugget of a shot." said one of the gentlemen. Bertram raised his golf club on his shoulder. "Now I dare you to beat my score." So Duke straightened his glasses, and aimed his mark. "All those years of working in the mines have finally paid off." smiled Duke. Bertram huffed, "I say you can tell me about that. But now that we've retired, we can live our lives at the best." "Well said brother," Duke smiled. "Well said." Duke raised his golf club and was just about to make his throw when a voice disturbed him. "Hey Granpuff!" Duke swang the club with a mighty force and the ball flew high through the air across the lake and plopped down on the head of Duncan, who was working with Rusty to repair the track around the lake. Duncan swore pungently in Scottish waving his fist in anger while Rusty just ignored him and went back to work.
"I say youngling," replied Duke, "what is your need?" "Have you seen the new comedy show Granpuff?" said Peter Sam. Duke raised an eyebrow. "And which one would that be then?" he asked. "The Young Ones it's called Granpuff." inquired Peter Sam. "Rusty says it's the funniest comedy show this side of the Sudrian Sea!" Duke chortled with laughter. "Pah! Call that comedy? That's nothing like the comedy we knew in our young days!"
A smartly-dressed man walks into a pet store carrying a garbage bag. "I say, good evening!" he said to the clerk. "I wish to make a complaint!" The clerk groaned. "What is it now?" "I wish to make a complaint another this pet that I bought not an half an' hour ago from this very boutique!" "Ah yes, the European-bred swine, what is wrong with it?" " I'll tell you what's wrong with it old man!" he said as he put the pig on the counter. "It's dead is what's wrong with it then!" The clerk cringed.
"No no, it isn't dead!" worried the clerk. "It's resting is what it's doing!" The smartly-dressed man harumped in disbelief. "Care to look at it then?" asked the clerk. "Very well then!" said the man, who was starting to get irritated. "If it's resting, I'll awake it from it's slumber then." "Suueee piggy!" yelled the man. "I have a fresh pile of slop for you when you wake up!" "Look at him then, he just twitched!" lied the clerk as he slightly nudged the pig. "No he didn't, it was you of all things!" growled the man as the clerk backed his arm. "Suueee piggy!" yelled the man again. "Suuueeeeeee!!!!!" Then he paused. The pig still looked dead.
"See that now, it grunted!" joked the man. The clerk was starting to get irritated. "It grunted! Oh why the dilly don't you believe me!"
At lunchtime on the Skarloey Railway, all the workmen come together to eat lunch at the Refreshment Lady's Tea Room at Lakeside Station.
"Hey darlin'!" called Rusty at Marcy, the Refreshment Lady. "Hand us over an Earl Grey if you please!" "So the priest says to the coach I'll throw the money in the air," giggled Ivo Hugh. "And what God wants, he keeps!" Everyone laughed heartily at the joke. "You know what Ivo Hugh?" giggled Sir Handel, "you are the funniest man on Sodor!" "You should go in for a comedy routine!" said Peter Sam. "Now hold it you two," said Ivo Hugh. "saying jokes in front of my friends is as far as I wanna go." Duncan eyed Sir Handel as he was drinking his tea and smirked. "Rememba tha tame ye played tha treick on Petey Sam when hae lost his arm, laddie? That waes hilarious!" Duncan said. Sir Handel spat out his tea. "Don't start on that again Duncan!" Sir Handel growled at him. Peter Sam sighed remembering what he had to go though all those years ago to receive a 'special' arm.
12 Years Before, the Thin Controller had assigned Peter Sam to work at the slate quarry to clean out the last slabs of slate from the quarry which was starting to wear down. It was supposed to be Sir Handel's turn but he called in 'sick,' so Peter Sam had to go out and take it in. The winch was starting to act up so he and Rusty were trying to see what the problem was. But after full examination, they could find nothing wrong. Rusty was still cautious, so he warned Peter Sam to be careful.
Peter Sam acted for a brakeman for the trucks coming down while Rusty did so for the trucks going up. They were halfway through when Rusty noticed the cable behind the trucks was thinning. He was about to shout a warning, but it snapped and the loaded trucks hurtled down the hill gaining speed as they did so. Peter Sam held onto the brake for dear life as they got closer to the bottom of the hill where the railway's No.4 lay waiting. Peter Sam jumped off, but he tumbled down a little way before he hit the side of the water tank knocking himself unconscious. After the crash, Rusty called for an ambulance when he went to go tend to his injured colleague. The ambulance soon arrived and whisked poor Peter Sam away to the hospital as fast as it could. The damage was worse then they thought. Peter Sam had a black eye, his arm was broken and his leg was twisted. When Sir Handel heard about the incident, he rushed to the hospital to tend to his injured brother. He also admitted that he lied about him being sick so he could stay home and avoid work. As punishment, the Thin Controller doubled his workload and Duke confiscated his TV for two weeks. After that, Sir Handel knew better than to be lazy and avoid work. He also learned never to listen to Gordon, who gave him the whole idea. Sir Handel swore to give Gordon a piece of his mind!
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Ok that's all I got so far. What do you think? Should I continue and make a whole series of these stories?
