Thomas Cartoon Series Double-Length Episode #2: The Pirate Adventure (ALT Cut No. 1) Part 1 by Husker the Wolf

Thomas Cartoon Series Double-Length Episode #2: The Pirate Adventure (ALT Cut No. 1) Part 1

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Audio adaptation is available here: https://audius.co/TTTE_Cartoonist/thomas-friends-the-pirate-adventure-part-1-alt-cut-no1

When Thomas and his Friends are sent to Dartmouth to help out. Their railferry gets caught in a storm. The engines think all hope is lost until they're rescued by a gang of treasure hunters called "The Dread Pirates". Can Thomas and his new friend Mila join forces to find the treasure of the missing coins?

This cut is basically what would happen if Morgana got killed off but Leeko survived the voyage. Plus, I'm also introducing more new characters in different cuts of my double-length episode.

Written by Joseph Morley

"The Pirate's Fate" developed by volkenfox and T.F. Wright

The Pirate's Fate (if you wanna find out for yourself): https://store.steampowered.com/app/553480/The_Pirates_Fate/

THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE

CARTOON SERIES

DOUBLE-LENGTH EPISODE #2

THE PIRATE ADVENTURE (ALT Cut No. 1)

Part 1

Pre-Intro:

*Episode opens in a darkened captain's quarters with Brock, an African Gray Parrot and Mary, a black sheep gazing nervously at something sitting at the desk.*

Mary: So cap'n, those pirates can't have gone far.

Voice: No, Mary. It gets far worse. No living man has ever attempted to catch the treasure we're hunting for. If they did, they'd be struck on their necks and

leaving only their heads for the buzzards.

Brock: But... cap'n...

Voice: But WHAT, Brock? Make it worth my time.

Brock: We... can't be the only best pirates around. There could be someone else.

Voice: And who might that be?

Brock: We don't know, cap'n. All we know is, they might not be pirates at all. Just... stowaways.

Voice: That is the stupidest thing in all my years as a pirate have ever heard.

Mary: But... Brock's right, cap'n. What if there IS someone better than us?

Voice: They won't be swashbuckling with us, Mary. We're the top of the class and we get what we find...

*End of Pre-Intro*

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Scene 1:

*Episode starts at Brendam Docks where Thomas and the Steam Team are boarding a rail ferry.*

Narrator: One fine sunny morning at Brendam Docks. Thomas and the Steam Team were boarding a rail ferry. They were going to a railway on the mainland to help out.

Thomas: Oh boy! Isn't this so exciting? Going to the mainland, I've been going there more times than I've counted.

Gordon: *sighs* Aren't we all, Thomas?

Edward: Now now, Gordon. I know you're not *ahem* "dignified" to work on some of these lines but you have to accept the fact you're working on them wherever you like it or not.

Gordon: I know, Edward. I like going to most different railways away from Sodor. But having to go with Thomas is just going to be one big nightmare for me.

*Just then, Percy shoots past eager to get on the railferry too.*

Percy: Wait for me, Thomas! I'm coming too!

Gordon: *sighs* See what I mean?

Edward: Come on, Gordon. They're only little engines. They'll still do the work even if they're hyper or not.

Joey: But not as hyper as my dog who tends to spin around like an "immature puppy" whenever she gets fed.

Gordon: *chuckles* Joey's spittin' facts, here!

Joey: Thanks, Gordon. Now come on, get going! You've got tourist trains to pull.

Gordon: Indeed I do! See you around, Joey!

*Gordon boards the railferry and Edward follows. Eventually, the other Steam Team members steam onto the railferry.*

Emily: Now, Henry. I want you to hold it in when we're out at sea. You know what happened last time, do you?

Henry: Yes, Emily. I know. I'll be careful.

James: We're NOT going out to the middle of the ocean, guys. Besides, we're only going around the channel to get to where we need to go.

Percy: Thomas, could you remind us where we're going again?

Thomas: Alright, Percy. We're going to the Dartmouth Steam Railway near Devon to help fill in for an engine shortage.

Percy: Okay.

Joey: Now... are you sure you've got everything, guys? Spare parts, gold dust, coal and water, etc.

Thomas: Yep. We're all ready.

Joey: Alright then.

*Just then, the railferry's hooter blows and Joey eventually runs off to join The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt), Salty and Porter to wave the engines off.*

Thomas: Dartmouth, HERE WE COME!

*The railferry leaves the docks and sets sail for its destination.*

Joey: Goodbye, guys. Be good!

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): If anything goes wrong, me or Joey will be able to help you out.

*The Steam Team blow their whistles and say their goodbyes as they set sail on their long voyage.*

Porter: Look at 'em. Going around the channel to Dartmouth. What lucky engines!

Salty: Arrr... I wouldn't say they're lucky, me hearties.

Joey: What do you mean, Salty?

Salty: Weather forecast says there'll be a nasty gale blowin' around the channel tonight, a wee mighty storm. The likes of which I've witnessed before, arrgh.

Joey: But do you think they'll be alright?

Salty: Arrgh, who knows. Joey, me heartie. Maybe they might. If all else fails, they still have their supply of gold dust to find their way home.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Salty's right, Joey. If they get lost at sea. They can always teleport back to the Magic Railroad and rest there.

Joey: I suppose so.

Narrator: But Salty was right about a storm brewing that night, as the engines were the last to find out.

*Scene cuts to the railferry at sea where the engines are on their long voyage.*

Donald: So... um... how long is this voyage going to take?

Rebecca: Beats me, it might take days.

Gordon: Don't be silly... a trip across the sea doesn't take days.

Douglas: Och aye, unless it was a REALLY far away place, laddie.

Gordon: Yes indeed, Douglas. But for this voyage I'd say... one or two days.

Percy: This almost feels like going on a Big World Adventure. Eh, Thomas?

Thomas: Yeah, it does feel like a Big World Adventure. But this is only the beginning of our voyage, we're going to a place by the sea.

Duck: A Great Western line, that is.

James: Oh, don't you start about your Great Western boastings please, Duck. Especially on a long sea trip.

Thomas: And PLEASE don't start squabbling out of boredom, guys. We are just getting started, you know.

Percy: We are?

Thomas: Of course we are. I mean, why wouldn't we be?

*singing* We're on a trip to a place far away.

We're on a railferry, leaving today.

But as we speak we should probably mention

we're the really useful steaming engines.

We'll cross the sea, to our own destination.

we'll arrive at their own station.

Useful, splendid and good-hearted,

We're just getting started!

*speaking* See what I mean?

Percy: Oh, of course! We just left for the ocean waves.

James: And we wouldn't want to spoil it for anyone, if you know what I mean.

Edward: *singing* Let's hold on tight, we're all going for a riding.

There's no need to go into hiding.

Percy: *singing* There will be smiles and a not alot of frowns

whilst we're all bobbing up and down.

James: *singing* We're all going to a place called Dartmouth

staying in their engine house.

Gordon: *singing* But please wait until I've farted.

We're just getting started!

*The engines start coughing and groaning.*

Gordon: *speaking* Hey! Don't look at me! I've been holding it in since we left.

Henry: *singing* Oh, please don't play tricks, 'cos I'm feeling quite seasick.

So I'll probably be throwing up my gob. *vomits over the side of the boat.*

Duck: *singing* They have a place called Paignton and it's gonna be quite fun.

As they'll find a really perfect suiting job.

Toby: *singing* The old Dartmouth Steam Railway is the place we're going to be

My face is going to shine just like a beam.

Emily: *singing* But we'll all stick together in a bright and sunny weather.

As we're all known as the Steam Team!

Nia: *singing* Sunshine and freshly breezes blowing in our faces

Whilst we all pull our trains into speedy paces.

Rebecca: *singing* This, I gurantee, will be a huge ton of fun

whilst we're working under the hot sun.

Oliver: *singing* Paignton and Dartmouth are the places we will be,

as we'll see the sand and sea!

Steam Team: *singing* We're looking forward to the station we're departing

We're just getting started!

Thomas: *speaking* This is going to be SO MUCH FUN! Am I right?

*The Steam Team agree.*

Thomas: Come on, everyone!

Steam Team: *singing* We're on a trip to a place far away.

We're on a railferry, leaving today.

But as we speak we should probably mention

we're the really useful steaming engines.

We'll cross the sea, to our own destination.

we'll arrive at Dartmouth station.

Useful, splendid and good-hearted,

We're just getting started!

Gordon: *speaking* Now we, steam engines, know how to travel in style. If you take my meaning, for instance.

Steam Team: *singing* We'll pull our trains along the really peaceful countryside

and all the people wave as we pass by.

We'll watch the ships that sail and the people that relax

and all the seagulls that are flying in the sky.

The engines all at Dartmouth, hoping they will get to see

that their tourists limits won't be at a few.

But once we all arrive and help them out, they'll all say

"We're a really useful crew!"

So, Let's hold on tight, we're all going for a riding.

There's no need to go into hiding.

There will be smiles and a not alot of frowns

whilst we're all bobbing up and down.

We're all going to a place called Dartmouth

staying in their engine house.

They might think we're crazy, but we've only just departed.

We're just getting started!

Thomas: *speaking* So, engines. What do we say? That...

Steam Team: *singing* We're just getting STARTED! Hooray!

*The Steam Team all chuckle and gossip cheerfully about their expedition.*

Narrator: Thanks to Thomas, The engines were all looking forward to visiting Dartmouth. The fine, sunny weather out at sea was making things enjoyable for the engines. But when night fell, trouble started rising...

*Scene changes to the railferry at night, where the engines are still satisfied about their trip.*

Thomas: I can tell this is going to be a great trip!

James: I can't wait to show off my shiny red coat to all the other engines at Dartmouth.

Gordon: I've done some checking around. There's loads of high viaducts on the Dartmouth line. I can finally have a perfect view of the sea.

*The other engines agree.*

Jade: Ummm... guys. I haven't really stated anything since we left. But... do you remember what the weather was going to be like tonight?

Thomas: I don't know, Jade. What's it going to be like?

Jade: I heard from Salty saying there's going to be a HUGE storm.

Edward: Oh, don't worry, Jade. A huge storm like that won't affect us.

Gordon: *looks at his tablet.* Ummm... Edward? Jade's right, you know. Tonight will see LOADS of thundery clouds.

*Suddenly, the sky goes from starry clear to cloudy and black.*

Chloe: Oh dear, that doesn't sound good.

*Now, drops of rain start landing on the railferry.*

Henry: Oh no... I've just been repainted!

Thomas: Brace yourselves, guys! We're going for a rough ride!!

*Just then, the thunder crashes and the lightning flashes. The railferry starts rocking wildly over the ocean waves. The engines all bounce about like balls in a bucket.*

Edward: Oh dear... we're done for!

Holly: I didn't expect the sea to be this rough.

Percy: Thomas, DO SOMETHING!!!

*Thomas grabs two ropes at the end of the railferry and attempts to steer the boat, clear of the waves.*

Thomas: Salty always said there might be vicious gods of the sea that might attack!

Chloe: I heard tales saying they would slaughter victims who crossed their paths!

Bertha: Well from what I know. WE'RE NOT ONE OF THEM!

James: Couldn't agree more myself, Bertha!

Edward: Hold tight, everyone! This is going to be a very bumpy ride!

*Thomas steers as hard as he could to try and stop the railferry from hitting the waves hard. Meanwhile the engines all rock about trying to keep their balance.*

Thomas: We'll be out in the clear before we know it, guys! I gurantee you. Hold onto your personal belongings and STAY PUT!

Percy: Thomas, LOOK!

*Just then, an enormous tidal wave comes hurdling towards the railferry. Thomas looks up in horror and so do the other engines. The tidal wave comes nearer and nearer and when it comes close, the screen turns to pitch black.*

*End of Scene 1*

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Scene 2:

*Whilst Thomas is unconcious, some voices start floating around his smokebox.*

Voice 1: Is he...? Is he... dead?

Voice 2: I wouldn't judge it, he's just a machine. He probably wouldn't have a heart.

Voice 3: Hang on, he's waking up.

*Thomas eventually regains consciousness and wakes up.*

Thomas: *groans* My head... what happened...?

*Suddenly, a brown cat in 17th century clothing pops up in front of Thomas.*

Cat: Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?

*Thomas freaks out and nearly jumps out of his skin.*

Cat: Oh, sorry. Did we scare you?

Thomas: What's happening? Where am I? What is this?

*Just then, a bat, also dressed in 17th century clothing, walks over to Thomas.*

Bat: You'll speak when you're spoken to.

*Just then, a hound, who's also dressed in 17th century clothing, walks over to the bat and Thomas.*

Hound: Alright, Morgana. Let him be, he's obviously traumatized over something.

Thomas: Look, I appreciate the help right now but WHERE THE HELL AM I? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIENDS?

Cat: Why, we just rescued you. We saw the remains of your ferry drifting out at sea. You and your friends were floating on its pieces, unconscious.

We did rescue all of you but as we did, we noticed your number one so we thought you must be their leader.

Thomas: *immediately calms down and stops quivering.* Well, yes. I am the engines' leader.

Cat: Well, it's nice to meet you. My name's Mila. *shakes Thomas' hand.* What's yours?

Thomas: I'm Thomas. Thomas T. Tank Engine.

Mila: That's a nice name. Where are you from?

Thomas: I'm from the Island of Sodor.

Mila: Interesting. I don't think I've ever heard of this "Island of Sodor" place, must be some kind of magic.

Hound: Well, Thomas. My name's Darious, I'm known to be captain of the Dread Pirates.

Thomas: Wait... you're... p-p-p-p-pirates?! The swashbuckling sailors of the seven seas that have known to kidnap beings and use them as their slaves?!

Darious: *laughs* No, we're not entirely PIRATE pirates, we're more "treasure hunters".

Thomas: Oh, thank goodness for that... I didn't want you guys raiding on my personal belongings.

Darious: *chuckles* Now why would do that?

Thomas: Because... I'm not an antique, I still work on a rail network.

Darious: Okay, fair enough. *points to the bat.* And this here is Morgana, she's the first mate of us pirates.

Morgana: And don't mess with me, steamboy. Or I'll make ya walk the plank.

Thomas: *clears throat*. You wouldn't try and make me WALK the plank. I'd break it, because depending on the type of wood you use for your plank, I am quite heavy, you know.

Morgana: *stunned* Okay, not gonna lie. You actually got me there.

Thomas: Thanks, but right now. I need to know if my friends are alright.

Morgana: Oh yeah, they're down in the bottom alley. Mila, take the blue guy there.

Mila: Ay-ay, Morgana. Follow me, Thomas.

*Mila leads Thomas towards the bottom alley to see the other engines.*

Mila: So, what were you doing out at sea before you lost consciousness?

Thomas: Well, me and the other engines had planned to help out on a railway in Dartmouth, but unfortunately, a storm struck our railferry and... I guess that's how we ended up here.

Mila: I see. Happened with me too, I've only just started here two days ago.

Thomas: You and me both, Mila.

*Thomas and Mila both arrive at a door.*

Mila: Well, this is it, Thomas. This is where your friends are.

Thomas: Well, let's hope they're all still there...

*Mila opens the door and Thomas enters the room. Inside, all the Steam Team members are resting, unconscious from the storm.*

Mila: So, are they alright?

Thomas: *steams over to Percy.* Well, they're still breathing.

*Percy wakes up to find Thomas next to him.*

Percy: Oh, Thomas... what happened...? My head feels like a splitting sore bum.

Thomas: I'll explain everything once the others get up.

*The other engines regain consciousness and wake up.*

James: Are we... are we dead?

Thomas: No, James. You and the rest are still alive and so am I.

Percy: *groans and rubs his smokebox.* Thomas... where the hell are we?

Thomas: I'll tell where we're not, Percy. Dartmouth.

*Percy gasps in horrors and gulps.*

Percy: So you're telling me... we're lost and no-one will ever find us?

Thomas: No, Percy. We were rescued... by pirates.

Percy: PIRATES?!

*The engines suddenly stop feeling achy and look at Thomas in shock.*

Gordon: Wait... did you say... PIRATES?!

*The other engines start muttering in shock.*

Thomas: I know, guys! I know. We're all VERY shocked to be castaway by pirates. But they're not TRUELY pirates. They're really treasure hunters.

Percy: *sighs with relief.* That's a relief. We don't know any treasure lurking about on these parts of the world.

Thomas: Neither do I... Or perhaps I do... I don't know.

Mila: Hey, Thomas. Now that your friends are awake. Why not take them to the ship's deck? They could do with some fresh air. *walks off to the deck.*

Percy: Who was that?

Thomas: I'll explain later, Percy. But come on, guys. Get your boilers steamed up, you probably need some fresh air.

*Thomas steams out of the room, towards the deck and the engines follow.*

*End of Scene 2*

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Scene 3:

*Thomas and the other engines steam onto the deck. Mila and the Dread Pirates are waiting for them.*

Darious: Ah, Thomas. Glad you can make it. I see your little friends have regained their consciousness.

Thomas: Oh they have, Darious. Even they're still quite stunned about where they are.

James: Now I can definitely see we're not even in Dartmouth or Sodor. We're fractically in the middle of NOWHERE!

*And sure enough, James is right. For the ship is actually still out at sea.*

Gordon: James is right. If where not in Dartmouth than WHERE are we?

Mila: Oh that shouldn't matter. What we like to know is what are your names?

Thomas: Well, it's quite a big number of engines considering there's 21 of us. But I'll introduce them all. So here we go!

*Thomas steams past each member of the Steam Team and introduces them.*

Thomas: This is Percy and James, They're my homies. Gordon and Emily, the big-assed mainline engines. Edward and Henry, the favourites of the fans.

Nia and Rosie, they're foreign engines from America and Africa. Rebecca and Molly, both strong, yellow, tender engines. Donald and Douglas, twins from Scotland. Duck and Oliver, Great Westerners,

Toby and Jade, branch line engines. Abigail and Bertha, smart-asses of the fleet and Chloe and Holly, industrial steam engines. And I, Thomas T. Tank Engine, am the proud leader of the

fleet we call the Steam Team.

Percy: Established 2002.

James: And how!

*The Dread Pirates look stunned but impressed.*

Mila: Wow, you must have a really good group going there, Thomas.

Thomas: Thanks, Mila.

Percy: Wait... so her name's Mila?

Thomas: Yeah, Mila.

James: Okay, seems fair. So... er... who are the other guys, Thomas?

Thomas: Oh, those? This is Darious. Hound captain of the Dread Pirates and Morgana, first mate of the Dread Pirates.

Mila: I wouldn't mess with her if I were you, guys. She WILL make you suffer.

Morgana: So, Mila's letting you stay on board, huh?

James: Yeah...? And...?

Morgana: Well, let's get one thing straight, No. 5. We Dread Pirates respect the chain of command. As No. 1 said, I'm the first mate and that means, unless the captain says otherwise, you'll follow my orders.

James: Does that apply to me or the other engines?

Morgana: *sighs* The other engines have to follow my orders too. Darious and Mila have soft hearts, but you'll get no mercy from me. Step out of line and I'll kill you myself or even make you walk the plank.

James: Don't MIND if I do!

*James steams over towards the plank but Thomas grabs him by the tender.*

Thomas: Now HOLD ON A MINUTE, James. You can't already commit your suicide whilst we're here. We've only just gotten on this ship. Like I said, we're only getting started.

*singing* We're on a trip to a place far away...

*Gordon interrupts the song.*

Gordon: Right, stop that! Stop the music! We're NOT singing what we've just sung, Thomas.

Thomas: Sorry...

Gordon: *groans* Well, we might just go and find SOMETHING useful to do whilst we're here. *steams over to a barrel and looks inside.* On second thought, maybe being on a pirate ship isn't as bad as I think. *pulls out a beer bottle.*

They've got booze there!

Darious: Erm... Gordon. I don't mean to...

*But Gordon has already drunken one beer bottle.*

Gordon: *sighs* Don't mention it, Darious. I think I'll give you Dread Pirates a chance.

Emily: So... what kind of treasure are you hunting for?

Darious: Treasure? Oh, we're more of the coin-seekers, Emily. Sacred coins that lurk beneath the ocean floors.

Thomas: Sacred coins? But aren't pennies sacred?

Mila: No, Thomas. I think he means magic coins. I'm wearing this heirloom right here. It has a message on the back.

Thomas: Really, what does it say?

*Mila shows Thomas the back of her coin.*

Thomas: It says... "Become what you seek".

Mila: I don't suppose you have a magic coin too, Thomas?

Thomas: Ummm... no. I don't. But I do have a builder's plate.

Mila: Really, where?

Thomas: In my cab.

Mila: Oh, okay.

*Mila climbs up on Thomas' footplate to have a closer look at his builder's plate.*

Thomas: Do you see it yet?

Mila: I do. It says... "Brighton Locomotive Works No. 110 of 1915." So that's what you were when you built, right?

Thomas: The very same.

Percy: YO! LAND-HO! I see a harbour town in the distance.

Thomas: This better be Dartmouth.

Mila: I don't think it is.

Morgana: Well, whatever it is. Set course for that seaside town.

*Chloe arms the ship's wheel.*

Chloe: Ay-ay, cap'n... I mean, first mate.

*Chloe steers the ship towards the harbour town.*

Thomas: But do you know WHICH town is this?

Mila: I don't know. But I suggest you speak to Leeko.

Thomas: Leeko? Who's Leeko?

Mila: C'mon, I'll take you down to him. You should really meet him, He's the third member of our crew. He's our cartographer and I'm sure the three of us will get along perfectly.

Thomas: Okay.

*End of Scene 3*

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Scene 4:

*Mila takes Thomas to another part of the ship where Leeko, the cartographer is working. Like the other Dread Pirates, Leeko is also dressed in 17th century clothing except he's actually a corgi.*

Mila: Hi, Leeko!

Leeko: Ah... Hello, Mila. *turns to Thomas.* And you must be Thomas. Nice to meet you. *shakes Thomas' hand.* I'm Leeko, they told you I was a cartographer, right?

Thomas: Ummm... Yes, they did...

Leeko: Oh, of course. Typical pirates... *chuckles* I was actually a merchant much like you and Mila before I brought aboard this ship.

Thomas: Ummm... I'm actually NOT a merchant. I'm a stowaway, and so are the other engines. Mila just happened to alert the other pirates and they rescued me.

Leeko: Ah, I see. But to tell the truth... *chuckles nervously.* I'm not good at much except reading a map. So they say I'm a cartographer, like it's some sort of fancy title... So, I'm assuming Darious told you what we're all about, right?

Thomas: Exactly...

Leeko: So what do you think about all this? The treasure, and everything. That's why you're here, right?

Thomas: Yep. You'd think it's clearly impossible for an engine like myself to be a literal pirate. But like I always say "Little engines can do big things." But to tell the truth. Darious and Mila DID save our lives so... I do owe them my support.

Mila: He's right, you know. I've only been here two days and I'm still learning my way around. But Thomas is actually a nice looking engine when you take a quick glance at him.

Leeko: I see. Well, we're not a charity vessel. Darious may want us to pretend we're not real pirates but let's be honest, he does in a way.

Thomas: *chuckles* I can't argue with that, Leeko.

Leeko: We're all out here on our own, hunting for something rare and dangerous.

Thomas: What sort of something?

Leeko: Didn't Mila tell you? Searching for coins.

Thomas: Oh... of course. But we engines don't have coins.

Mila: They have builder's plates.

Leeko: They do?

Thomas: Well, what do you expect? We are machines, after all.

Leeko: Ah yes. Aside from Darious calling our little "treasure hunt" a noble mission. What's the difference between us and pirates, right?

Thomas: *laughs* I can deeply relate to that, Leeko. Maybe you're right. Us engines will have to see for ourselves.

Leeko: You... doubt me...? Oh, it's fine. I doubt myself too. I don't trust anyone, they have their agendas and their secrets and I'm guessing you're not an exception.

Thomas: No, I'm not...

Leeko: Oh... right. Anyway, Thomas. I've never really seen your kind around before. Where are you from?

Mila: Thomas claims he's from this place called "The Island of Sodor."

Leeko: Hmmmm... Don't think I've ever heard of this "Island of Sodor" place before.

Thomas: Oh, it's situated on the north west coast of England, right between Barrow-in-Furness and the Isle of Man. You can't miss it.

Leeko: Interesting. Anyway, we've rambled long enough. We should talk treasure-hunting.

Thomas: Sure, can you guys tell me a bit more about this "treasure"? Why exactly does Darious thinks it's so... valuable?

Mila: Darious didn't tell you yet?

Thomas: No, I've only found out.

Leeko: Oh, typical Darious. Well thankfully, Thomas. You didn't miss much. It's mainly just a load of superstitious mumbo-jumbo if you ask me. I say it's valuable because it's gold. But we'll just leave it at that.

Thomas: Ummm... okay... Anyway, do you have some kind of map that would lead us to the treasure?

Leeko: Hey... remember, Thomas. I'm the cartographer. If I had a treasure map, do you think I'd get such little respect around here? All I know is that there's this cave near the Cursed Coast.

But there's NO idea how to get there or what's actually inside.

Thomas: Cursed Coast? Where's that?

Mila: We don't know, Thomas. We haven't studied its whereabouts yet.

Thomas: Either way, it does sound dangerous. Especially for a little engine like me. And like I said, I'm a stowaway and I'm not sure about what help I can be hunting for treasure in a place with a name like that...

Leeko: Hey, don't look at me, before I was rescued. I was an antiques dealer, join the club...

Thomas: First of all, there IS no club here. And secondly, where was this antiques shop of yours? That kinda sounds like my cup of tea.

Mila: Okay, enough gossiping, you two. Leeko, how dangerous IS the cave, exactly?

Leeko: Ah, it's a total pleasure cruise.

Thomas: *scoffs* Pleasure cruise, indeed. More like a death trap, am I right?

Leeko: Well, Thomas. What'd you think? We've got to get the coordinates exactly right before we set sail. That's why we've focused on what Darious calls "reconnaissance".

Thomas: What KIND of reconnaissance?

Mila: Oh, you'll find out soon enough, Thomas.

*Just then, James steams in.*

James: Oi, Thomas. The cap'n needs you. We've arrived at this place called "Watchet".

Thomas: Watchet? Oh, that's in Somerset, right.

James: Yep, Darious needs you out to help Chloe guide the ship into port.

Thomas: On my way, James.

*Thomas steams out onto the ship's deck, Mila and Leeko follow him. Thomas steams onto the ship's deck, followed by Mila and Leeko. Chloe is still at the ship's wheel with Darious beside him.*

Darious: Ah, Thomas! Just the engine I was looking for. I see Leeko's taken a liking to you.

Thomas: Oh he has, Darious.

Darious: Excellent! Chloe, take us into port.

Chloe: Ay-ay, cap'n, Moving into port!

*Chloe steers the ship into the port near Watchet, The ship moves scratches and tears up through the rocky parts of the sea.*

Thomas: Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good... and... stop. Don't worry, Cap'n, we'll buff out those scratches.

Darious: Yeah... I suppose we could...

*Scene changes to Thomas, the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team entering a tavern.*

Thomas: Ummmm... Darious. Are you SURE this is the right place?

Darious: I gurantee you, Thomas. The Hook and Sword is the best pub that us Dread Pirates have ever been to.

Gordon: Are you sure? I've been to a much BETTER pub than that.

Edward: Oh please, Gordon. Don't you start about Joe's...

Gordon: I WASN'T GONNA SAY THAT! God... why does everyone think I'm talking about Joe's?

Mila: Anywho, I'm quite confident that somebody here might know the location of the treasure. But we can't be too cavalier about ascertaining its whereabouts.

Percy: You're the one to talk...

Darious: The last thing we want is another crew learning about this and creating competition, is that clear?

Thomas: Erm... I don't see any other pirates around here. But I understand what you mean.

Darious: Excellent, Now then all of you. Just try and act naturally and see what you can find.

Thomas: Yeah, what Darious said. And as for you, Gordon, Henry, Toby and Duck. I DON'T want you getting drunk on the booze and vomiting in each other's throats like you usually do.

Toby: Now WHY would we do that, Thomas? Me and the boys have been staying sober since this whole pirate stowaway-thingy began.

Duck: Toby's right. In fact, I heard the West Somerset line goes through Watchet. I even asked one of the engines for directions to Dartmouth.

*Scene cuts to cutaway of Duck arriving at Watchet Station on the West Somerset Railway, where he stops in front of GWR 7800 Manor Class No. 7828 "Odney Manor".*

Duck: Excuse me, Odney Manor, is it? Do you know how to get to Dartmouth?

Odney Manor: Yeah, it's back the way you came. *pulls out gun.*

*Scene cuts back to the tavern where Thomas and Mila are sitting at a table with glasses of cola. Leeko walks over to them.*

Leeko: Hey, you two. How are you enjoying your first aimless tavern crawl... Sorry, I meant "highly productive reconnaisance mission"?

Thomas: Hey, maybe we'll get lucky, Leeko.

Mila: I agree with Thomas, You never know what you'll overhear in a place like this.

Leeko: You say that now. So... how many taverns has it been? Thirteen, now?

Thomas: I don't know... This is my first one.... outside of Sodor, I mean.

Mila: And you still haven't found any clues?

Leeko: Nope, not a one. The best you can say about is this. I suppose it's better than battles on the high seas, right?

Thomas: Eh, it's the other way round for me.

Mila: You can say that again, Leeko. We should consider ourselves lucky if we can get what we want without having to fight, right?

Leeko: You sound just like Darious you know, Mila.

Thomas: Erm... Mila? I'd take that back if I were you.

Mila: What do you mean, Thomas?

Thomas: Think about it. There could be some mystical sea monsters that live on the ocean floorboards, waiting to suck in their prey.

Mila: *chuckles* Now WHY would we think there'd be sea monsters?

Thomas: Well, you are a pirate and you do go out to sea 24/7.

Mila: So?

Thomas: And... that's it. Sea monsters... scary things.... Rawr... eat you up... that sort of stuff.

Leeko: Oh that's just silly mumbo-jumbo, Thomas. We would NEVER find a monster on our travels.

Thomas: You never know, Leeko. You might...

Leeko: *chuckles* Anyways, I won't be much help to you or the rest of the crew. You should just go talk to someone else.

*Leeko walks off to join someone else's conversation.*

Thomas: Hey, you're still pretty much help to me!

Mila: Don't worry about him, Thomas. He'll get round to us, one way or another.

Thomas: I suppose. Anyways, I wonder what the other engines are up to?

*Thomas and Mila leave their table, taking their drinks with them. They find Percy and Chloe, gambling with Morgana and Rahiros, a red rhinoceros.*

Morgana: Are you gonna bet or are you just gonna sit there?

Percy: Patience please, Morgana... Big guy is just taking his time.

Rahiros: Um...

Morgana: In or out... which is it?

Chloe: This is gonna take a while.

Rahiros: Alright, I'm in for... 100.

Morgana: Your poker face is pathetic. I'm calling...

Chloe: Yeah, I'm out.

Percy: I'm folding.

Rahiros: Four-of-a-kind, how's that poker face now?

*Morgana slyly reaches into her boot.*

Morgana: Four-of-a-kind for me. Guess I got lucky again...

Rahiros: What? You're kidding, again?

Chloe: No s**t, Sherlock.

Rahiros: Nobody's got luck that good. *calls over to Thomas and Mila.* Hey, you two - you saw her. She's cheating, right?

Thomas: *chuckles* She might have a four-of-a-kind, but Percy here has a royal flush.

*And sure enough, Thomas is right. Percy puts down his cards, revealing a royal flush of clubs.*

Percy: *smirks* How'd you like them, apples?

*Chloe, Rahiros and Morgana all groan and grumble in dismay.*

Mila: And another thing, Morgana WAS cheating. I saw her take something from her boot. *whispers to Morgana.* Sorry, Morgana.

Rahiros: AHA! I knew it! You're a card shark. Give me back my gold.

Morgana: *blushes because she got a bit carried away.* Ah... yeah... No. 6 already won it.

Percy: Yep, and you'll have to pry it from my cold, scrap, body.

Rahiros: You better pay up now or...

Percy: Or else what? Call for a constable, my hands are clean, you know. I used my emergancy hand gel earlier today.

Rahiros: This isn't over! I will get my gold back, you mark my words! *storms off to the bar to buy a beer.*

Morgana: What the hell is wrong with you, guys? Don't you recognise a hustle when you see one, sweetheart?

Thomas: You think so, but no.

Morgana: You're a liability, No. 1. I bet you haven't found anything out either, have you?

Thomas: Well, no. Because there aren't much people here, aside from you Dread Pirates and us Steam Team engines.

*Just then, Darious and Edward walk over.*

Darious: Well, my efforts have proved fruitless... not even a whisper about the cave.

Edward's tried using this "Google Maps" thing to locate the whereabouts of the cave too.

Edward: I did my best, but there's no sign. But I'm still thankful that this place has free Wi-Fi and all.

Morgana: That makes three of us.

Chloe: *clears throat* SEVEN of us.

Morgana: Ah, yes. SEVEN of us, thanks No. 40. How much more of our time are we going to waste here?

Thomas: Beats me, It'll take even longer when the boys are drunk.

Darious: Anyway, I just discovered a small dining terrace out back. It shouldn't take long for you lot and I to comb through it, and then we'll head out.

Morgana: Fine, let's get this over with.

Thomas: Hold up, let me buy a Diet Coke to go. I really need some energising to get the old pistons pumping.

*Thomas steams over to the bar.*

Mila: I'd better go with him too... Just because... *Mila immediately follows Thomas to the bar.*

*Thomas and Mila arrive at the bar where they take their seats. James and Donald are already there, chatting. Thomas is about to dig into his wallet for a pound note but Mila stops him.*

Mila: Please, Thomas. Allow me.

*Mila digs out a £10 note from her purse and places it on the counter.*

Mila: Abbigail, two Diet Cokes please.

*Abbigail, a goldish brown vixen, serves Thomas and Mila two glass bottles of Diet Cokes.*

Abbigail: Here you are. Hey, I couldn't help but overhear what you and some of your friends have been asking about. I don't want you or anyone else looking for that treasure, you hear?

Thomas: Aw, why not? Is it because I'm adopted? I HAVE a mother you know.

Abbigail: Don't play dumb with me, I know you heard the rumours.

James: And SO HAVE WE! Those Dread Pirates are finding that treasure and WE'RE helping them. Even if it involves getting brutally annihilated or not.

Abbigail: Yes, but the Cursed Coast. It's the most dangerous outline on the planet. The underwater reefs make sailing around a willy-nilly suicide mission.

Thomas: Suicide mission, indeed. *scoffs* I've been on suicide missions before but I'm still standing... *looks up.* Oh... no... they're not gonna play Elton John? Well, what am I gonna sing? This is a musical after all, Electric Light Orchestra? Nah, we'll save that for later...

Where was I? Ah, yes? You seem like a nice gal, Abbigail. Maybe you should join us and help us seek that treasure.

Mila: Thomas is right, we could land safely if we had the exact coordinates...

James: I'd just use Google Maps, that's fast and reliable.

Thomas: Didn't work, James. Darious and Edward told us.

Abbigail: You don't even know half of it. Even if you could land, what about the beast guarding the treasure?

James: *spits out cola he was drinking.* THERE'S A BEAST?!

Abbigail: A bloodthirsty monster, No. 5. Are you really so stupid that...?

*Suddenly, a creaking door sounds and a pair of heavy, swashbuckling boots can be heard.

Abbigail: Oh no, it's him!

Thomas: What? Who's him?

Mila: Him who?

Abbigail: Just get down and stay quiet.

Thomas: But we only still haven't...

*But before Thomas could finish answering. Mary and Brock enter the tavern, following behind a fearsome pirate named Rourkie.*

Mila: Rourkie...

Rourkie: Abby, Abby, Abby... and Mila. Why so glum? You know how I feel about long faces.

Abbigail: Rourkie, why are you here? I already paid up for this month.

Rourkie: Oh, I know. Dealing with pirates just keeps getting more and more dangerous, doesn't it? So we're going to start needing the protection money TWICE a month.

Abbigail: Fine, Take this and leave.

Rourkie: My, my, my... I had NO idea how much you were struggling.

Mila: What do you mean?

Rourkie: This is all you girls could spare? Either this place is struggling... or you're holding out onto us. Now if it was me... I think I'd give every penny I had to know I could sleep

safely and soundly in my bed. I trust you get what I'm saying, Abby?

Mila: You expect Abbigail to turn over everything she has?

Rourkie: Mind the long face, Mila. I'm not a monster, I'm willing to compromise. If you don't have the coin right now, I'm open to accepting other forms of payment.

Abbigail: You don't mean...

*But before Abbigail could reply, Thomas steams over.*

Thomas: Step aside, Abbigail. Let a really useful engine deal with guys like this. *steams over to Rourkie.* So, Mr. Nice Guy, you're looking to nick someone's mon-ay and feel good about it?

Rourkie: What... the hell... is that...?

Brock: That's a steam locomotive, cap'n.

Rourkie: I KNOW WHAT IT IS, BROCK! But... why does it have a face...? ...and talks...? Who are you?

Thomas: The name's Tank Engine, THOMAS the Tank Engine. My homies, the Steam Team and I have been travelling the world, kicking people's asses and screwing their brains out. I expect you want us to do the same for you?

Rourkie: No... But anyway, I've got a compromise to do. Abbigail, your son is up in the attic? How old is he? 12? I was younger than that when I scrubbed my first deck.

Thomas: Really? I was younger than that when I first shunted my coaches.

Abbigail: No, not my son!

James: What is your son even doing in the attic in the first place?

Abbigail: Hiding, from the likes of THESE guys. *points to Rourkie and his crew.*

Rourkie: Au Contraire, Abbigail. Mary, why don't you bring him down?

Mary: Of course, cap'n. I'd only be too happy to...

*Mary walks over to the attic, but as she does so. She accidentally walks into Donald, making him spill his cola in the process.*

Donald: Ya cost me a fiver, ya muckel piece of s**t.

Mary: *blushes embarrassingly* Ah... yeah... right...

Abbigail: WAIT! Here, that's everything. Just don't touch my son!

Rourkie: Oh, Abby, thank you. I appreciate it. I'm sure your son will, too. Mary, you haven't gone deaf, have you?

Mary: No, I haven't, cap'n. Some other locomotive with a face spilt his drink all over me.

Donald: OH, FOR LOSH SAKES! She was the one getting in my way. The wee layabout doesn't take care of her surroundings.

Rourkie: Alright, alright. I told you to go up to the attic and bring down the boy, didn't I? So why are you still here?

Mary: But my clothes are wet with cola.

Abbigail: And... you said...

Rourkie: It'll be good for him, Abby. What kind of man will he turn out to be if he's raised by a woman with no spine? Mary, go fetch him and DON'T make me ask again.

Mary: Right away, boss... I mean... cap'n.

Donald: I don't think you'll be going ANYWHERE unless you pay for mah cola. I haven't even drunk it yet.

Mary: Well, compensate me, Mr. Clumsy. You shouldn't have got in my way. Now if you excuse me, I've got some kidnapping to do.

*Mary walks away, but just as she does so. She ends up bumping into Douglas and spills HIS cola in the process.*

Douglas: OH, FOR THE LOVE OF- Watch where you're going, ya b***h.

Donald: Hey, Douggie. Did she spill your drink too?

Douglas: Don't remind me, Donal'. I've seen enough.

Donald: Well, I think the laddie needs to have her brain smashed. Now CHOKE ON IT!

*Donald raises his empty cola glass above Mary's head. But as he swings it, Mary dodges and the glass hits Douglas on his forehead.*

Douglas: OCH! Crikey, laddie. You gave me a smash on the noggin for the umpteenth time.

Donald: You should've dodged my attack, you absolute w****r!

Douglas: Why YOU-

*Douglas gets out a baton from his running board and begins hitting Donald with it.*

Abbigail: Not in MY pub, you don't. *gets a kettle of boiling water and sprays it in both the Scottish Twins' eyes.*

Donald: AAAUGH, Me eyes!

Douglas: Ach, I'm scalding, I am!

Abbigail: PLEASE don't take my son. Have mercy! *follows Mary to the attic.*

*Mila, Rourkie, Brock, James and Thomas all watch the whole thing, stunned. Mila turns to Thomas.*

Mila: Are they... usually like that?

Thomas: Ah, that's Scottish Twin stereotypes for you. Happens 24/7 on Sodor.

*Just then, Gordon, Edward, Darious and Morgana return from tavern-hunting.*

Gordon: Don't worry, guys. I'm sure we'll have better luck at the next tavern.

Morgana: Darious says that every time, No. 4.

Edward: And I don't think we will. LOOK!

Morgana: Wait... is that...? ROURKIE!!!

*Morgana lifts up a chair and hits Brock over the face with it.*

Morgana: I was HOPING the next time I saw your ugly face, it would be at the end of a hangman's noose. But to see you, of all people, TAKING A KID?!

Rourkie: Morgy, Morgy, Morgy... so good to see you again after all these years.

Morgana: You don't get to call me that anymore. You die, NOW!!!

*But before Morgana could attack, Thomas steams into action.*

Thomas: Don't worry, I've got this!

*Thomas steams past Morgana and pushes Rourkie over. Rourkie is now lying underneath Thomas' front bufferbeam.*

Rourkie: Ouch... Silly me, I thought you steam-boys cared about that boy in the attic... You really think he'll be fine if you harm me?

Darious: Thomas, don't be too rash.

Morgana: Cap'n, you don't understand, he's... he's...

Thomas: He's asking for it but NOT ON MY WATCH!

Darious: You're right, Thomas. Return anything you've stolen, Rourkie. Tell your subordinate to come back down, without the boy and without a weapon.

Rourkie: Or else what? You and your little gang of merry misfits will tear me limb from limb?

Thomas: They wouldn't, but I WOULD.

Rourkie: You just try, steam-boy.

Thomas: Okay...

*Thomas grabs Rourkie's left arm and pulls.*

Rourkie: What the... ow.. Owww.. OWWWW! OKAY, OKAY! It was figure of speech, just don't pull my limbs apart. PLEASE!! Ow...

Thomas: Alright. But YOU THINK you can just TAKE A F**KING KID and walk away?

Rourkie: I haven't told anyone this but I've grown so soft, haven't I? The old me would have simply burned this place to the ground if someone was holding out on me, like you are now. We've got an interesting crowd here...

Tell me, Thomas. What do you think their roasting flesh would smell like?

Thomas: Sunshine and farts, that what I think.

Morgana: No. 1... just let me do it!

Darious: She won't listen to me forever, time is not on your side, little man.

Rourkie: You... insolent... little s**t. I guess I have to pay for my sins, don't I? Here you go, Abby. Don't spend it all in one place.

*Rourkie gives Thomas back the stolen money, who passes it over to Abbigail.*

Darious: Now LEAVE and take your goons with you. Leave the boy unharmed.

Rourkie: How convenient for Abby that YOU LOT happened to show up. I'd heard rumors that she had some kind of valuable information.

Thomas: What information?

Rourkie: Doesn't count for the likes of you, steam-boy. I dismissed them out of hand, of course. How could someone like her know anything? But Darious, seeing you here... It's always taken something more

valuable than money to interest you, hasn't it? Maybe, just maybe... there IS something special here after all.

Thomas: Alright, that's it. Now I'm gonna...

Morgana: No. 1! Let me do this...

Rourkie: Don't worry, steam-boy. You won't have to rein her in. I'll leave quietly... As soon you get off me first. Your wheels are crushing my legs.

Thomas: Oh, sorry...

*Thomas reverses so Rourkie could stand up.*

Rourkie: Mary, Brock... has your deafness returned? We're leaving.

*Mary and Brock arrive on the scene.*

Brock: Ugh... whatever you say, boss... I mean, cap'n...

Rourkie: Morgy... we'll see each other again soon.

*Rourkie, Brock and Mary leave the tavern. Thomas, Mila, Morgana, Darious, Leeko, Abbigail, James, Gordon, Edward, Donald and Douglas stand there, stunned. Eventually, Percy and Toby arrive on the scene.*

Percy: Awww... don't tell me I missed the big bar fight.

Toby: Hey, you were the one taking me on the scavanger hunt to find some toilet paper.

Percy: Public toilets are a nuisence, Toby. I can't do business unless they have a stall with toilet paper, and LOTS of it.

Abbigail: Anyways, words cannot begin to express my gratitude.

Thomas: Then DON'T express it with words next time. Just give us the map to the treasure and everything will alright.

Abbigail: I... can't.

Thomas: Oh... fine. Can we have the map to the treasure... PLEASE?

Abbigail: Umm... sorry... but no.

Mila: And why the hell not?

Abbigail: Because I don't want anything to happen to you. Between the coast and the monster, you've got no chance. When I went, everyone but me died... including my husband. Especially after your display today, I can't give it to you.

Percy: Wait... you were a sailor on the S.S Gourmet?

Abbigail: No, I worked on the S.S Diarrhea before I came here.

Percy: That figures...

Edward: Your number one priority shouldn't be our safety, Abby. It should be your son's.

Gordon: Edward's right. Rourkie isn't a man who takes humilation lightly. You two need to leave town immediately.

Percy: Leave town? Are you dead serious?

Abbigail: I never thought it would come to this. You think if we leave town. We'll be safe?

Thomas: Nope, not even then...

Darious: Thomas is right, Rourkie knows there's some kind of valuable knowledge connected to this tavern. He'll go looking for you, eventually.

Edward: And as what we've witnessed. Giving him what he wants won't be enough to sate him.

Abbigail: But isn't there anything we can do?

Thomas: Until that treasure is found by someone, he'll consider you his best lead. So the only way to make sure you're safe is to give us that map, and everything will be alright. The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates will find that treasure

and make it known far and wide.

Abbigail: But if Rourkie knows you have it, won't you be in danger too, Thomas?

Thomas: Don't be silly, Abbigail. We're really useful engines and NOTHING can stand in our way! Right, guys?

*The other engines and the Dread Pirates aren't so sure about this. But only Mila is confident.*

Mila: Of course, Thomas.

Abbigail: Alright, take the map. But be careful.

*Abbigail hands Thomas the treasure map, Thomas carefully stores it in his bufferbeam.*

Thomas: Thanks, Abbigail. *hands Abbigail £250 in notes.* Here, you'll need this to fix your tavern up.

Abbigail: *stops worrying and starts feeling more better.* You know, Thomas. I think I could do with a useful engine like you.

*But before Thomas could reply, Percy intervenes.*

Percy: Now HOLD ON A MINUTE, Thomas. You're not expecting ALL 21 of us engines to travel the sea to find some ancient treasure?

Thomas: Don't worry, Percy. These pirates saved our lives and we're repaying them.

Percy: But THOMAS, we were supposed to help the other engines in DARTMOUTH. They would've repayed US if we helped them.

Thomas: Oh... damn... you're right, what was I thinking? I forgot about the Dartmouth engines. The railway would've called The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) by now. He and Joey will know that we're lost.

Darious: Hey, don't worry, Thomas. If we can help you once, we can help you again.

Thomas: You will?

*Mila walks over to Thomas.*

Mila: Thomas, we'll make you a deal. If you and your engine friends help us find that treasure. We'll get you all home to the Island of Sodor.

Thomas: You know, Mila... You got a deal!

Percy: Well, that's good. Just as long as we finish this, we can all go home.

Thomas: Come on, there's no time to wait. Let's go!

*Thomas is just steaming out of the tavern when Mila stops him.*

Mila: Wait... Thomas.

Thomas: What's wrong, Mila? Something the matter?

Mila: Let me see if I've got this right, we're sailing our ship through dangerous waters onto a treacherous coastline.

Thomas: And...?

Mila: To hike into a cave with a deadly monster in it, just to get a treasure which Rourkie might also be hunting?

Thomas: Yes...?

Percy: Well, what'd you expect? A picnic in the countryside? Better bring a hoop dress and some lace gloves. *laughs uneasily.*

*The other engines, except Edward, Abbigail and the Dread Pirates, laugh too. Edward blows his whistle sharply.*

Edward: Alright, alright. That's enough. We're not going anywhere if we all start arguing.

Mila: Edward's right. I'm only a spice merchant and Thomas is only a tank engine. We're not pirates. You expect us to risk our lives when we don't even know the full story of why we're out here?

Thomas: I understand why this might be frightening for you, Mila. But as what you and me have just witnessed. It's not safe to discuss things round here.

*Just then, Oliver arrives at the tavern, covered in blood stains.*

Oliver: Thomas is right. Watchet isn't a safe place at all. I asked that bloody Odney Manor about this Cursed Coast and THIS is the thanks I get?

Thomas: Whoa jeez, Oliver. You better back things up a bit.

Darious: Thomas is right, Oliver. We must be careful. Let's all come back to the ship and I promise, I'll explain everything.

Thomas: If you insist, Darious.

Morgana: Great, get your butts moving then. We don't have a moment to waste.

Thomas: And about time too. This scene was so bloody long!

*Thomas and the Dread Pirates leave the tavern back to the ship. Abbigail watches them leave.*

Abbigail: Good luck, you lot! If you need it...

*End of Scene 4*

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Scene 5:

*Back on the Island of Sodor. It's close to dusk and Joey is at Knapford with The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt).*

Narrator: Meanwhile, on the Island of Sodor. The news about the Steam Team's disappearance suddenly spread.

*Joey has just finished sweeping up platform 1 at Knapford when he hears The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) on his telephone.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Wait... they've WHAT?!... Oh dear... I understand... I'm not sure how I should break the news to Joey, the Female Furries or the other engines but... we'll work something out... good night. *hangs up.*

Joey: What's wrong, sir?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Joey... I'm not sure how to say this but... The Steam Team didn't arrive at Dartmouth.

Joey: Wait... what?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Yes, Joey. The Steam Team are missing.

Joey: No... they can't be, sir. It'll be Misty Island Rescue all over again. *sniffs*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): *pats Joey on the shoulder.* Don't worry, Joey. I'm pretty sure we can track down the whereabouts of Thomas and his friends.

Joey: I hope so, sir.

*Just then, The Female Furries walk onto the platform.*

Amy: Evening, sir. Hello, Joey. *notices Joey and The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) looking miserable.* Oh, you two seem upset. What's wrong, sir?

Joey: Oh, Amy. It's terrible. The Steam Team got lost during a trip to Dartmouth.

Amy: Don't worry, Joey. You and The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) gave them GPSs. So they should be alright.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Actually, Amy. The engines don't have GPSs, they only use Google Maps.

Sandy: ...and Google Maps requires Wi-Fi to be used.

Amy: Oh... that sucks.

Joey: Yes, but aside that, Who am I going to work with until Thomas gets found?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Don't worry, Joey. I'll find another engine you can work with.

Joey: Thank you, sir.

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Anyways, don't you furries have a train to catch?

Darlene: Well, sir. We WERE going to catch James' early night train. But since he's lost too. Who's going to pull his local?

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Don't worry, Darlene. I've have found another substitute for James.

*Just then, a whistle sounds in the backdrop.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): And here he comes now.

*Just then, Neville pulls into the station.*

Neville: Evening, ladies. The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) called me here to look after James' coaches. Hop in.

Amy: *shrugs* Well, it's better than nothing.

*Amy and the Female Furries board Neville's train.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Alright, Neville. I know you haven't pulled passengers in a while but please show us what you've got.

Neville: Indeed, sir... and Joey, don't worry about the Steam Team's whereabouts. We're doing our best to look for them.

Joey: Thanks, Neville. Really appreciate it.

*Neville blows his whistle and leaves Knapford with his local train for the Main Line.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt): Now then, Joey. I expect you need a lift home.

Joey: I certainly do, sir.

*The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) takes Joey to his car so he can take him home. Scene changes to back on the pirate ship where Thomas, the Steam Team and the Dread Pirates are still out sailing. Thomas, Mila and Darious are sitting outside on the ship's deck.*

Thomas: The sea... it sounds really peaceful at dawn.

Mila: I see slumber proved elusive to you as well, Thomas.

Thomas: Oh, what's the point in sleeping, Mila? Leeko says we'll reach the Cursed Coast by dawn. It's not THAT far off, right?

Darious: Correct indeed, Thomas. So how'd you feel about this. Excited? Trepidatious?

Thomas: I'm... actually not sure how I feel about all this, guys.

Darious: *chuckles* We understand, Thomas. These are confusing times for all of us. As I promised, I'll explain the full story of why we're risking our lives for this treasure. Join me and Mila in my quarters and we'll discuss it.

Thomas: Alright.

*Just as Thomas is about to go down to the captain's quarters with Mila and Darious, Percy and Jade turn up beside them.*

Percy: Thomas... are you clearly sure you want to go through all this?

Thomas: Positive, why?

Jade: We don't know... Thomas. This Cursed Coast place sounds really scary. I'm not sure I want to go there just to find some treasure.

Percy: Me neither.

Mila: Oh, there's nothing to be scared of, Percy. Just as long as we're together in one place, we'll be alright.

Percy: *sighs* Very good, Mila.

*Thomas, Mila and Darious head off down to the captain's quarters. Darious opens the door for Thomas.*

Darious: After you, Thomas.

*Thomas enters the captain's quarters first, and gapes at the wonderous treasure that Darious has.*

Thomas: Cinders and ashes, look at all of this.

Mila: We did say we're treasure hunters, Thomas.

Thomas: *smirks* I knew that.

*Darious, Mila and Thomas sit down near a desk.*

Darious: I see you and Mila are admiring the rewards of our exploits.

Thomas: Oh, I certainly am, Darious. But... what is all this? ...and how did you find it?

Darious: Well, though I hunt treasure, I'm not a man driven by greed, Everything you see here is a piece of history, with its own story to tell. Of course, the treasure we're seeking has the grandest story of all.

When I was little, my favourite story was "The Most Wonderful Wizard". Ever heard of it?

Thomas: Ummm... No, I haven't. Where I'm from, there are LOADS of different stories mainly focused around us engines. They either get published in books or adapted to television, as we are right now.

Darious: I suspected as much. The most wonderful wizard was a hound of near-limitless power. Which he sought to use to heal the world. Hunger, Worry, Regret and Misery.

The wizard was sure that, used properly, his magic would banish them all from Earth. He created artifacts to channel his power, the greatest treasure imaginable.

But when he shared the treasure with others... they misused their power and corrupted their purposes. Still, the wizard soldiered on, sacrificing his magic and even his own life to finish this magnum opus.

Which was scattered to the ends of Earth.

Thomas: Bust my buffers, It's hard to imagine THIS being a child's favourite story. What happened next?

Mila: Well, we've come to believe that it isn't a mere story, Thomas. The most wonderful wizard's treasure exists. It is, as you may have suspected, the coins we're seeking. One of which is dangling around my neck.

Thomas: Oh... but what's so special about those coins?

Darious: The truth is, nobody knows anything about the wizard's last treasure for certain. Such as where the coins are, what they do, or why the wizard created them - that wasn't part of the story. That's for us to figure out for ourselves.

Mila: However... we have a hunch or two. How, Thomas, if we may ask, did you acquire that builder's plate in your cab?

Thomas: Um... well... builder's plates, in case you don't know, they're like... birth certificates. Except you have them attached to your body. It's a common thing for machines like myself. What about that coin of yours, Mila? Where'd you get it from?

Mila: I bought it in a shop.

Thomas: Really? *scoffs* As I suspected.

Darious: Well, I can't accept that our meeting was mere coincidence. But after weeks of fruitlessly searching, we'll find the location of the cache of coins. Like the moment when Mila first came on board.

Mila: That's true. Fate is pulling us together and I believe that the treasure wants to be found.

Thomas: Treasures have feelings? But... why?

Darious: Who really knows why the treasure wants what it wants? Perhaps, each coin longs to be with its brethren and...

Thomas: No, no, no, no, no, no. I meant, WHAT would lead you think that a coin could want anything? Like... does it want to be spent or anything?

Mila: Sounds pretty crazy, doesn't it. But let me take just that one step further. Perhaps the treasure wants to be found because it has an agenda for those that find it.

Thomas: Oh...

Mila: And to change them... in their bodies.

Thomas: *gulps* Oh... erm... right... What?

Darious: I know, I know. I can scarcely believe it myself. But life's become very different to me since I found my coin and yours has begun to transform as well, has it not?

Thomas: Nope... don't feel any different, and only because I've just met you guys.

Mila: My life didn't change when I got the coin or when I met Darious and the Dread Pirates. It changed it when we first met you and your friends, Thomas.

Darious: The coins work in strange and mysterious ways, I'm sure, as we gather more, we'll begin to understand more. It's been a long journey just to find two coins. Once we find our cache in the caves...

Thomas: Sorry... will that be where the rest of the coins are?

Mila: No, Thomas. The legend says the treasure was scattered to the ends of Earth.

Darious: Indeed, A large find would be fantastic but we won't find them all in just one place.

Thomas: Oh... I see. But how will we know when we have found them all?

Darious: Well, Thomas. That brings me and Mila to our most radical theory about the coins.

*Just then, Morgana and James burst into the quarters.*

Morgana: Cap'n! Cursed Coastline is sighted. Your friend here seems to have a good view, No. 1.

James: Well, reading those Where's Wally (Where's Waldo) books really paid it off.

Darious: Right, we'll discuss this later, Thomas and Mila.

Thomas: You got it, Darious.

*Thomas and Mila walk out from the captain's quarters to find the ship is almost nearing the Cursed Coast.*

Thomas: Wow, I guess it wasn't so hard to find at all.

*Just then, Leeko walks over to Thomas.*

Leeko: You know, Thomas. Me and Morgana have been thinking. Since you engines are joining us on our little *clears throat* "treasure hunt". We thought you and the other engines might want to look your best for this occasion.

Thomas: Are you sure? Like we just said, we're stowaways, not actually pirates.

Mila: You may not be pirates, but we could make you look like some.

Thomas: How will you do that?

Mila: I'm really good at making clothes for friends, even these clothes I'm wearing, I made them myself.

Thomas: Interesting. But it might be quite difficult considering you'll need LOADS of material for 21 engines.

Mila: No problem. We have PLENTY of material in the lower deck. We can get them and make the materials for you.

Thomas: That could work.

*Scene cuts to SpongeBob-style Time card.*

French Narrator: Later...

*Scene cuts to Mila, putting a tricorn on Thomas' smokebox.*

Mila: There we go! What do you think, Thomas?

*Mila steps down from Thomas, who is covered from funnel to footplate in pirate booty.*

Thomas: I say, Mila. You've done a wonderful job. So which pirate accent should I speak? Should I be an "Arrrr!" pirate or a "Yo-ho-ho!" pirate?

Mila: *laughs* You're alright the way you are, Thomas.

*Thomas looks at the other engines who are also dressed in pirate booty.*

Edward: As much I like the attire for engines, I'm still not sure about this scavenger hunt.

Gordon: It's only just a bunch of treasure, Edward. Nothing to be scared of.

Mila: Gordon's right, Edward. Just see what parts of treasure you can find on this island.

Edward: Oh... Alright, Mila.

*Just then, Toby walks past using two peg legs.*

Toby: Look, I'm Peggy the Pirate Tram Engine. *laughs before falling flat on his face on the deck.*

*Just then, Percy steams past with two separate eye patches covering his eyes.*

Percy: And I'm Blindfart, the Blind Pirate Engine.

*Percy suddenly falls off the side of the ship and into the sea, but manages to get back on board.*

Percy: Funny stuff, these pirate clothes are...

Morgana: *sighs and turns to Chloe.* No. 40! Take us behind those rocks and dock here.

Chloe: Ay-ay, cap'n... I mean... first mate. Moving behind the rocks!

*Chloe steers the ship into the rocks, The ship moves scratches and tears up through the rocky parts of the sea.*

Thomas: Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good... and... stop.

Darious: Oh drat, and we just got those scratches mended.

Chloe: Hey, don't look at me. I don't even know how to park a ship.

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates disembark from the ship.*

Leeko: That was certainly a longer sail than I expected. Wow, look at all these wrecks.

Darious: If we linger here too long. The Pirate's Fate will join them. To call these waters unsafe would be a gross understatement.

Thomas: Oh... so THAT'S the name of your ship... The Pirate's Fate. Pretty dull for a ship's name if you ask me.

Duck: But the real problem is, we have NO idea how deep the caves go, let alone how long it will take to find that treasure.

Percy: ...or if we'll even make it back alive AND in one piece. Should we really be doing this, guys?

Morgana: What Darious meant was someone's got to stay out here in case the tide turns, for the ship's sake.

Darious: I'll do it. It's a captain's duty. You lot go on ahead and I'll meet you at the mouth of this cave. Gordon, Henry, Jade, Duck, Abigail and Rebecca. I want you to look for treasure in that jungle over there.

*Darious points to a jungle on the right side of the cave.*

Gordon: Consider it done, sir.

Henry: As long as the bugs don't bite.

*Gordon, Henry, Jade, Duck, Abigail and Rebecca steam off to find the treasure in the jungle. Morgana turns to Molly, Oliver, Donald, Douglas and Bertha.*

Morgana: Nos. 32, 11, 9, 10 and 85. I need you to hunt for some other treasure hidden amongst those cliffs there.

*Morgana points to a cliffside on the left of the cave.*

Bertha: Fine by me, ma'am.

Oliver: I don't know... Those cliffs look mighty dangerous if I take one glance at it.

Donald: Och, dinna fash yourself, Oliver. We've got our mountaineering gear with us. So it shouldn't be a hassle.

Oliver: Alright. Donald, if you insist.

*Donald, Douglas, Oliver, Molly and Bertha head over to the cliffside. Leeko turns to Emily, Toby, Chloe, Rosie, Holly and Nia.*

Leeko: You lot, I need you to climb up that mountain and find some treasure up there.

*Leeko points to a mountain on the top of the cave.*

Chloe: All the way up there? You must be joking.

Nia: Don't worry, Chloe. I'm an adventurer. I'll help you and the others through.

Chloe: Thank you, Nia. Really appreciate it.

*Emily, Toby, Chloe, Rosie, Holly and Nia head over to the mountain, leaving only four engines which are Thomas, Percy, James and Edward. Mila turns to them.*

Mila: Well, I guess that leaves you four to come with us.

Percy: In the dark cave? I don't want to go in there.

Thomas: We have to, Percy. Even if we make it out alive or not.

Darious: Thomas is right, Percy. Morgana will be your commanding officer until you and the others return. Please follow her orders as you would mine.

Morgana: Alright, maggots. Let's move out!

Percy: *ahem* The correct term is "puffball". If you're gonna say insults, say them right.

Morgana: Okay...

*Scene changes to inside the dark cave where Thomas, James, Percy, Edward, Mila, Leeko and Morgana are hunting for treasure.*

Edward: So, Morgana. Do you think these so-called "rumours" are true? That there might be a monster guarding the treasure?

Morgana: We'll find out, won't we, No. 2?

Edward: Erm... I suppose...

Leeko: Well, let's just say there is. What's your plan for dealing with it, if there is one?

Percy: For me, I'd wet myself, scream like a little girl and run out of the cave, crying for my mommy.

Thomas: I'm with him.

Edward: Well, that depends on what kind of monster we're dealing with, right?

Percy: So, we don't even...

James: Percy, just shut up and enjoy the ride.

*Mila and Thomas look doubtfully at each other. Just then, the gang find a fork in the cave, In the middle of the fork is a treasure chest.*

Thomas: Is that... the treasure?!

Mila: Thomas, wait. It could be a trap.

Thomas: Trap, my ass. I'm going for the gold here.

Edward: No, Thomas! Mila's right. Look!

*Edward points to what seems to be a weird looking creature.*

Thomas: *whispering* WHAT THE F**K IS THAT?!

James: *whispering* That must be the creature guarding the treasure...

Percy: *whispering* Is it okay if I wet myself now...

Leeko: *whispering* Steady...

Morgana: *whispering* What the hell are we gonna do about that thing?

Edward: *whispering* Beats me. I don't know anything about fighting mystical creatures.

Percy: *whispering* We could always use Leeko as a bait.

Leeko: *whispering* Try it and I'll bite your arm.

Mila: *whispering* I have an idea. Maybe I should approach slowly. Thomas, you come with me.

Thomas: *whispering* WHAT?! Are you crazy, Mila? I don't want to get my ass ripped off by that... that... thing.

Mila: *whispering* I gurantee you, Thomas. I'll sacrifice my life for yours.

Thomas: *whispering* Oh... very well, then.

Mila: *whispering* But remember, Thomas. SLOWLY, so we don't startle it...

*Thomas and Mila approach the creature slowly. Thomas shuts his eyes and prepares for the worst. Suddenly, nothing happens. Thomas looks up and realizes the creature isn't as scary as he hoped.*

Thomas: Aww... he's friendly...

Mila: *sighs* Well, that's a relief.

Thomas: Hang on... there's something familiar about this creature... Of course, it's a hippogriff. I recognise these creatures, they're mystical, magic creatures.

*The others stop hiding and come closer.*

Percy: They are?

Edward: I didn't think they were that mystical.

Thomas: Haven't you ever read Harry Potter?

*Mila, Morgana and Leeko stay silent.*

Thomas: Oh, right... You're pirates. You haven't got any of the books. But a creature like this shouldn't be lurking about in a dark, gloomy cave like this. *turns to the creature.* You, sir, should go to Hogwarts. It's a perfect place for hippogriffs like you. They'll feed you and care for you and make

you more strong and alive.

*The hippogriff smiles at Thomas, nods in agreement and walks off, leaving the engines and pirates, amazed.*

Mila: Wha... where's he going?

Thomas: To a much better future.

Morgana: Oh, who cares about that? Now's our chance to get that treasure.

Percy: Give me a look.

*Percy opens the chest, much to his dismay.*

Percy: What is this? A tin cup, a few bottles, some frying pans? WHAT KIND OF TREASURE IS THIS?! There's just nothing in there except for this one coin.

Morgana: Let me see. *examines the coin that Percy's holding.* You're right, No. 6. We have a coin.

James: Oh, I knew it was too good to be true. What's so great about one coin?

Leeko: Trust me, James. Sometimes finding at least one is a lot harder than you might think. You wouldn't believe what we had to go through to find the last one.

Percy: What last one?

Mila: Never you mind about that, Percy. Please give me the coin, I can't wait to see the look on Darious' face when we tell him the good news.

Thomas: What about the other stuff?

Edward: Leave that to me. *lifts up the treasure chest and puts it in his cab.* We'll find a good use for this lot.

*The gang eventually sets off. But it isn't long before they're lost.*

James: Guys... for the last time. It was definitely this way. This cave seems to take forever.

Thomas: Well, maybe you'd learn that sooner. IF YOU HADN'T LED US AROUND THE SAME PATH IN A CIRCLE, 50 BLOODY TIMES!

*Sure enough, Thomas is right. The gang HAVE gone around in a circle in the cave, 50 times.*

James: Ahh... yes... I established that... Hold on, let me get something out.

*James opens his bufferbeam to dig something out. He eventually pulls out his "Instant TrakPak".*

James: Instant TrakPak ALWAYS helps me find my way out of here.

*James opens the TrakPak and sets to work, laying the tracks down for a way out of the cave.*

James: There we go.

*But James suddenly realises he built the track in a circle around the cave. Making his time on the path his fifty-first.*

James: OH, GOD F**KING DAMMIT!

Morgana: Ugh, we didn't have any trouble finding our way in. HOW could you get us lost heading out?

James: Hey, don't look at me. Leeko was the one driving me.

Leeko: Hey, I don't even know how to drive a locomotive of your kind.

James: Another thing, you don't REALLY think that we're lost...?

Morgana: *groans* Fine. But once you find a way out. Let us know...

James: How?

Thomas: Well, why don't you...

James: Whistle? Thanks, Captain Obvious. I'll do that.

*James races ahead of the gang to find a way out. But eventually turns back again.*

James: NOW I'VE FOUND A- *notices the others.* Oh, right... Same track... fifty-second time... sorry...

*James races ahead again and THIS time takes a different route.*

Mila: So, Thomas. You won your first fight. Feels good, doesn't it...?

Thomas: Ummm... Yeah... but it wasn't really a fight, Mila. I mean, this "monster" ended up being pretty friendly, am I right? So we didn't have to fight him.

Morgana: Hey, don't contradict her. We won fair and square, so that makes it a fight. How we won, well, that never has to leave this cave. I remember my first battle like it was yesterday.

I never felt so alive.

Thomas: Hang on... who were you and Darious fighting? Rourkie?

Morgana: Actually, I wasn't serving under Darious back in the day. I was with another crew.

Thomas: Oh... fair enough. I'd rather not say... It might cause a plothole, and I don't even know what that is...

Morgana: *scoffs* Well, you must think I'm a real piece of work. Go ahead, I can take it. I give you permission to speak freely.

Thomas: Does that count for the other engines too?

Morgana: Mm-hmm.

Thomas: Okay... erm... *thinking* Oh, crud. What do I say to a first mate...? Think man... think... Maybe it was this. *speaks* DEM BIG TIDDIES!

*thinking* No, not that thing. The other thing... *speaks* Ummm... You seem like a nice person to me?

Morgana: *scoffs* You're a bad liar, No. 1. I do what it takes to survive out here. Nothing more, nothing less. You wanna know why?

Thomas: Sure, why?

Morgana: Rourkie and I... we... both grew up on that ship, you see? Both of us were taken from our parents when we were young... *sighs* Just like Rourkie was about to take that kid at the tavern. We hunted for years... Eventually, we hunted for the same

treasure as Darious. Long story short, my crew just left me for dead when we were beaten to the punch. Darious had the treasure and he had me. If the situation was flipped, I'd have killed him without question. Or at least... tied him up. You know, tortured him for

information. Then dumped him into the ocean. The point is, No. 1. what did he have to gain from keeping me alive...?

Thomas: I don't know... His conscience, maybe?

Mila: Maybe it was.

Morgana: There was no reason... But, but... Darious is Darious. Aboard that ship, your crew is just a bunch of lying cheats,

ready to stab you in the back the second there's a coin to be made. But the Dread Pirates... well, we're a family. That's why I don't want just anybody to join up. You understand?

Thomas: I do, Morgana. I'm sorry you had to go through all of this. I mean, where would I be if the Steam Team turned their backs on me?

Edward: Exactly, Thomas has been with the railway for years. We're nothing without him, we care for him just as much as he cares for us.

Morgana: Anyways, enough of that... The point is... you... you... you and Mila did good back there.

Thomas: We did?

Mila: Thanks.

Morgana: Hey, don't get too cocky. Luck comes and goes. Don't ever let yourself get used to it.

*Just then, James' whistle sounds in the backdrop and races back, quite exhausted.*

James: Hey, I think I've found the right way this time.

Morgana: For your sake, No. 5. I hope you're right!

Thomas: *groans* He better be, or goodness knows what will happen next.

*Thomas, Mila and the gang follow James.*

*End of Scene 5*

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Scene 6:

*Thomas and the gang see the light at the end of tunnel.*

Thomas: Won't you look at that? James finally found a way out.

James: Your sarcasm never seems to impress me, Thomas.

Percy: Finally, the beautiful, beautiful... *gets a sunbeam in his eye.* Aaaargh, Oh... okay, maybe not-so-beautiful sunlight.

Mila: Ugh, after spending so much time in the underground, my eyes hurt...

Edward: Tell me about it, old chap.

Morgana: For a cartographer and navigator, Leeko and No. 5, you sure have lousy senses of direction.

James: Hey, I said I was smart, not short-sighted.

Leeko: Well, we made it, didn't we? The hard part's over.

*Thomas and the gang emerge from the cave. But no sooner have they done so when Rourkie and his pirates arrive on the scene.*

Thomas: WHAT THE-... ROURKIE??!

Rourkie: You fetched my coin for me? Hand it over. Or would you like to see your captain's brains splattered on the sand?

Thomas: Wait... what?

*Thomas and the gang gasp in horror as Brock is holding Darious hostage.*

Darious: I don't understand. One minute they weren't there, the next minute they were.

James: You b*****d! How'd you find us?

Rourkie: Abby proved quite... cooperative in the end, didn't she? Too bad she couldn't be here today.

Percy: Wait... you killed Abigail?

*Just then, Abigail turns up.*

Abigail: No, they didn't. I'm right here. I don't understand what all the fuss is going on about me being killed and- *notices Darious being held hostage.* Oh... right.

Brock: Wait... your name's ALSO Abigail?

Abigail: Yeah, so?

Brock: Great, I'm so confused now.

Rourkie: CAN IT, BROCK! The one we assassinated is the true Abigail. Her name has two Bs in it. It's usually the biggest giveaway.

Thomas: So... you KILLED HER? The Abbigail at the Tavern?!

Rourkie: And I'll kill your captain, and you too... unless you're willing to hand it over right now.

Thomas: Hand what over?

Rourkie: The coin.

Thomas: What coin?

Rourkie: The magic coin.

Thomas: What magic coin?

Rourkie: *groans* THE magic coin, the one that transforms you.

Thomas: Coins do that?

Rourkie: YES!!

Thomas: Still don't know what you're talking about.

Rourkie: *sighs* It's about the size of a £1 coin. Got that?

Thomas: £1 coin. Got it.

Rourkie: Good, so hand it over.

Thomas: Ooohh... sorry. I spent my coin on a Pepsi Max in a vending machine before we left.

Rourkie: YOU WHAT?!

Thomas: Hey, don't look at me. It was pretty decent for a Pepsi Max bottle to be sold for £1.

Rourkie: *facepalms* Do we have to go through over this?!

Thomas: As long as I usually get my Pepsi Max, then yes.

Mila: That's enough, Thomas. They'll just kill him anyway.

James: What are we supposed to do, then? Just watch him die?!

Darious: Thomas, listen to me. I'm giving you a direct order. Stay where you are, and do NOT let them have the treasure.

The world cannot bear men like Rourkie in possession of such great power. If my life is forfeit then so be it.

Thomas: Oh... erm... I...

Rourkie: I'm not going to wait all day...

Thomas: I... I... erm... I... oh... Oh, crud. What am I supposed to do in situations like this?

Percy: Come on, Thomas. Make up your mind.

Thomas: I... er...

Mila: Thomas, are you going to do something or just stand there?

Thomas: Well... er... Alright, fine. Here's the coin. As long you let me and my friends live, we're all good.

*Thomas gives Rourkie the coin.*

Mila: Thomas? What are you doing?

Rourkie: He's being smart about this, Mila. *turns to Thomas.* Look at you! You're so weak, you can't even make up your mind.

Thomas: I know... But I must be strong about this.

Rourkie: Yeah right, why even the guy who made you is a complete wimp.

*Suddenly, Thomas starts to tear up.*

Thomas: Joey... a wimp?

*Thomas' sadness is quickly replaced by fury and he turns red and snarls with rage. The others watch in disbelief.*

Thomas: GRRRRR, NOBODY CALLS MY DRIVER A WIMP!

*Thomas punches Rourkie in the face. Meanwhile, Brock opens fire, Thomas dodges the bullet but it gives a direct hit on Morgana!*

Rourkie: What are you waiting for? Kill the steam boy and take his treasure.

Brock: Ummm... cap'n, look up there! It's swooping down right at us!

Rourkie: What is it...? Oh no...

*The giant hippogriff that Thomas encountered earlier has found Rourkie and his crew and is attacking them.*

Rourkie: Well, why are you just standing there like idiots, RUN!!!

*Rourkie and his crew get away in their ship, Meanwhile Thomas angrily shakes his fist at Rourkie and his crew.*

Thomas: That's it! SCRAM, YA MOTHERF**KERS! DON'T YOU DARE CALL MY DRIVER A WIMP AGAIN!

*Scene changes to cutaway of Joey, sitting on his sofa at home, looking at his phone. He looks up in confusion.*

Joey: For some reason, it feels like I'm being genuinely disturbed...

*Scene changes back to Thomas and Mila, standing on the shore.*

Darious: Morgana? MORGANA, NO!!!

*Darious, Leeko, Percy, James and Edward are gathered together, Thomas and Mila eventually rush to the scene, only to find that Morgana has been brutally shot by the bullet.*

Thomas: MORGANA! Are you alright? Speak to me!

Leeko: What happened you two? Did the coin change you somehow?

Mila: Not really...

Thomas: I kinda got a bit carried away with what I said...

Mila: *shrugs* Well, you did say you wanted to be strong about this right before you punched him, right? And maybe that coin was trying to help make

that possible?

Thomas: Nah, not really. I just get a bit carried away with my... *clears throat* mental health.

Edward: Well, your anger certainly occured at a fortuitous moment.

Thomas: But it wasn't fortitous enough... Morgana didn't deserve to die... well, not yet. I wasn't certainly her biggest fan, but her life was worth more than... this.

Morgana: *groans* He's right... *coughs out blood* Go on... without me... *turns to Mila.* Mila... you're first mate now.

Mila: YES!

Morgana: No. 1... come closer... I need to tell you something.

*Thomas steams closer to Morgana.*

Thomas: What's that, Morgana?

Morgana: Thomas T. Tank Engine... GO F**K YOURSELF FOR KILLING ME!

*Morgana eventually dies on the sand, Thomas breaks down in tears.*

Thomas: She just wanted to ride bikes through New England. But those seats hurt my ass.

Mila: We all saw what Rourkie did in the tavern, giving in would've accomplished nothing. We had to fight him. Well, at least in Thomas' way. We had

the element of surprise.

Darious: Well, to be honest, Mila. Thomas kinda disobeyed orders but... I know he did what we thought was right.

Thomas: I'm sorry, Darious. I just kinda got carried away.

Mila: We understand, Thomas. We know you were only trying to help. But what would your controller say if you lashed out at any of your friends?

Thomas: Good question...

*A thought bubble comes out of Thomas' funnel with The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) in it.*

The Fat Controller (Sir Topham Hatt) *fantasy*: Thomas! I am very ashamed of you, you have caused confusion and delay! You will go back to the sheds just as soon as I can arrange it.

*Thomas' thought bubble poofs in a cloud of smoke.*

Thomas: Yep. That's my controller alright.

Percy: Well, what will do now?

Darious: We will... we will...

James: Smoke a bong of Coco Pops and just go back to bed?

Abigail: I'm with him!

Darious: No, we're not. We'll perform a proper burial, then return to the ship. This is not an easy life we lead, and fate is often a cruel mistress.

But life must go on, always. Morgana wouldn't want her demise to cause us to abandon our journey.

Thomas: Yes, Darious...

*Just then, the Steam Team come racing back.*

Gordon: We're back, guys. What did we miss? *notices Morgana's dead body.* HOLY S**T, WHAT HAPPENED TO MORGANA?

Mila: One of Rourkie's mates shot him whilst trying to kill Thomas.

Toby: Oh dear... who's going to be the first mate now?

Mila: Don't worry, Toby. I've been promoted to first mate. I'll make sure you engines will finish the job safely.

Toby: Well, that's a relief.

Duck: But what are we going to do about Morgana's body? Leave it to decompose whilst mother nature buys it as a snack?

Edward: Of course not, Duck. We're going to give Morgana a proper burial.

*Scene cuts to SpongeBob-style time card.*

French Narrator: One Burial Later...

*Scene cuts to a close-up of Darious, Mila and Thomas.*

Darious: Hmmmm... something's not right here.

Mila: What do you mean, Darious?

*Camera zooms out to reveal, they buried Morgana's body but not her head.*

Darious: Her head's sticking out!

Thomas: *buries Morgana's head properly.* Sorry, I thought she needed some air.

Darious: She won't need air where she's going, Thomas. Come on, let's get back to the ship.

*Darious, Mila and Thomas walk back to the ship.*

Thomas: Should we say a few words on her behalf?

Mila: Ummmm... she was a credit to all first mates and... uh...

Thomas: *sobbing* What a brave pirate, going in the line of hunting like that! Why? Why? WHY?!!

Darious: Listen, Thomas. No-one and I mean NO-ONE can ever know about this. It could be the end of you, it could be the end of me,

it could be the end of Mila. But worst of all, it could be the end of ALL of us. Got that?

Thomas: Yes, sir...

*Darious, Mila and Thomas board the ship where the others are waiting.*

Darious: Leeko, please chart a course for Watchet.

Thomas: What? Again?

Darious: Well, it's better than nothing.

Thomas: I suppose so.

Darious: Chloe! Set sail for Watchet.

Chloe: Ay-ay, Cap'n.

*Chloe steers the ship off the shore and into deeper waters, ready for their expedition. They only just left the Cursed Coast when they hear an angry voice.*

Voice: ARE YOU F**KING SERIOUS, RIGHT NOW?

*The engines and pirates look up to reveal Molly, Oliver, Donald, Douglas and Bertha have been left behind and are still on the cliffs.*

Thomas: Oh! Hi, guys! Didn't expect to see you up here.

Oliver: You've already found the god damn treasure AND LEAVE THE FIVE OF US STRANDED?

Mila: Ah, sorry about that guys. Chloe, drop anchor. We have to rescue the others.

Chloe: On it.

*Chloe suddenly turns the ship too sharply.*

Mila: Nononononono, Chloe. Not too sharp, you're gonna-

*The back part of the ship crashes into the rocks and a window breaks.*

Chloe: Oops...

Darious: Yeah, you're paying for that...

Thomas: Sorry, Oliver. We didn't realise you guys have been left behind.

Donald: Och, but I suppose it's a fine how do you do, isn't it, Douggie?

Douglas: Aye, couldn't agree more myself, Donal'.

Bertha: Well, either way. Just get us down and nothing more will be said.

*Thomas gets out a ladder and puts it on the cliffside.*

Thomas: Alright, guys. Just get down this ladder and we'll get our asses shifting.

*Molly, Oliver, Donald, Douglas and Bertha all climb down from the cliffside.*

Thomas: Now, let's set course for Watchet.

*The ship starts sailing towards Watchet.*

Narrator: A few hours passed, and the engines and pirates had finally set their course for Watchet.

Thomas: Do you really think we'll find another lead, right?

Mila: No worries about that, Thomas. You've got me.

Duck: But Mila, you're... a spice whatever-you-call-yourself.

Mila: Spice MERCHANT. I was for a while, Duck. I'm a first mate now. And I wouldn't normally think so. But word spreads fast, I'm sure the tavern has attracted

a LOT of rumours about us. We need to stop by to keep an eye on other potential competitors.

Duck: And if we spot any, what do you plan to do? Would you want to punch them all out?

Mila: Shut up, Duck. As I was saying, just returning alive with the treasure, we will send a message. We Dread Pirates will get what we want.

Thomas: Look, Mila. I'm not sure Darious would phrase it that way. I know he's putting on a brave front, and so are we. But... *clears throat* I'm really worried about him.

Mila: I understand, Thomas. I know how much Morgana meant to him. I know Morgana cared a lot about discipline. We should all try our best to do our duties as if her watchful eye was still on us.

That's the best way to help the captain.

Thomas: That's not what I meant, but... you make a good point. I guess that's a good start.

Duck: What about me? I'm Great Western and I have seniority over you, ya know. And if Darious has his way, we'll leave you behind at the next stop.

Thomas: Duck, shut the hell up, you're not helping.

*Mila and Duck stand there, confused and stunned. Scene changes to the tavern where Thomas and Mila, along with Percy, James, Henry and the other Dread Pirates,

are at the bar, drinking cola. Rahiros walks over and sits next to them.*

Rahiros: I certainly wasn't expecting to see you lot again. I wasn't sure I'd see you guys again. Hey, where's that card shark of yours, she out sick today?

Percy: Nope... she's with mommy and daddy now.

Rahiros: Excuse me?

Percy: I meant shut your mouth.

Rahiros: Hey, that cheater owns me big! You think you can just...

Thomas: Look, big guy. Percy did say shut it, or us Dread Pirates will do something VERY ILLEGAL!

*Rahiros yelps and runs away.*

Mila: Now that wasn't the way to speak, Thomas.

Thomas: Hey, it was Percy's idea, not mine.

Voice: Dread Pirates, you say? You're the ones looking for treasure, aren't you?

*Just then, a lizard in blonde hair dressed in some sort of Indian clothing walks over.*

Percy: Yeah, it depends. Which treasure would that be, lady?

Lizard: I get it. You want me to prove my knowledge before you share yours. What a clever man you are. I suppose that's why you're the captain, am I right?

*Suddenly, Darious walks over to the lizard.*

Darious: Actually, I'm the captain of the Dread Pirates.

Thomas: And WHO, exactly, are you?

Lizard: Oh, terribly sorry. I'm Tam-Tam.

Percy: Tam-Tam? What kind of an idiotic name is that?

Thomas: Well then. Nice to meet you, Tam-Tam. *shakes Tam-Tam's hand.* I'm Thomas T. Tank Engine. North Western Railway locomotive, television star

and currently a pirate stowaway.

Mila: So, what is it do you want, exactly?

Tam-Tam: Oh, it's not about what I want. It's about what you want. I've heard of your exploits and I must say, I'm impressed.

Thomas: Why, thank you. We have LOADS of adventures on the Island of Sodor.

Tam-Tam: Not you, I'm talking about the pirates.

Thomas: *sighs* Once again, nobody likes Thomas & Friends. More than 35 years on TV and we still get nothing.

Tam-Tam: Nevertheless, with goals as grand as yours, you might be in some need of help. And perhaps some... companionship.

Thomas: Ooooh, sorry... we're full right now. The space has been occupied by the Steam Team. I'm sure the captain doesn't need any "companionship" from a two-bit floozy.

Darious: Excuse me, what?

Tam-Tam: Alright, maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree on that one.

Percy: Well, no s**t, Sherlock.

Thomas: Whatever you're selling, we're NOT interested. We don't negotiate with salesmen, okay?

Tam-Tam: Oh, of course. I should've known you didn't need any help. What use could a crew like yours possibly have for someone like me?

Percy: I don't know? A prostitute? *laughs uneasily*

*The other engines, except Thomas, Tam-Tam and the Dread Pirates, laugh too.*

Thomas: *unenthusiastically* Yes... Percy... Very funny. Very funny indeed.

Tam-Tam: I'm only a dashing sailor, a celebrated antiquarian and fearless peer to any pirate. Oh, and did I mention,

I just happen to have a lead on the next location of the wizard's treasure? But, No, no, no, you're not interested in that, are you?

Thomas: Wait a minute... what treasure?

Mila: You know anything about the wizard's treasure?

Percy: Okay, what do you REALLY want?

Tam-Tam: I want to be a part of your crew. Nothing more and nothing less and I know you'll benefit from my... diverse array of skills and I'm certain if I joined you,

it would be the adventure of a lifetime.

Percy: You want to risk life AND limb for the sake of "adventure"?

Tam-Tam: Yes, that and of course, I want an equal share of the treasure.

Thomas: Okay, there you go. *gives Tam-Tam a £5.* Happy now? Go off and buy snacks, you're free to go.

Darious: Anyway, we'll have to discuss it amongst ourselves, if you don't mind.

Tam-Tam: Of course, take all the time you need. I'll be just over there.

*Tam-Tam walks over to a Pacman arcade machine and starts playing.*

Henry: I hope that was a polite way of getting rid of her. She's slimier than a handful of fish oil.

Thomas: Oh, Darious wouldn't doubt that she's dishonest... but it might not be as you think.

Darious: Thomas is right. Perhaps she's merely playing the fool.

Mila: If she's playing, she's doing a damn good job of it. What gave you that idea, Thomas?

Thomas: I... don't know.

Percy: To start, we believe she's telling the truth about her having a lead on the treasure.

James: You think she's telling the truth? *scoffs* You're determined to see the bright side in everyone, don't ya?

Mila: I was certainly right about some of you, wasn't it?

Percy: Well, put it this way, Mila. Tam-Tam didn't just say she had a lead for us. She referred to it as the "wizard's treasure".

Thomas: Oh yeah, Darious told me and Mila the whole story. Few know of the treasure and far fewer still suspect its true origin.

It's possible that our meeting, in here of all places is no mere coincidence. Perhaps, fate...

Leeko: Mind if I interrupt? Even she DOES know where the treasure is, I wouldn't trust her not to take it from under our noses.

Darious: Indeed, Mila, Thomas. I value each of your counsels as well, what do you think?

Mila: Well, regardless of my suspicions, it would be wrong for me NOT to offer her the same chance me and the engines got. I couldn't hold my head up high in knowing

I was that kind of hypocrite.

Thomas: We live and learn, Mila.

Tam-Tam: So are you ready for me to show you the way?

*Ugandan Knuckles appears on the counter.*

Ugandan Knuckles: DO U NO DA WAE?

Tam-Tam: Not... your... way...

Darious: Quite ready, yes. Welcome aboard, Tam-Tam.

Tam-Tam: Wise choice, I'm sure we'll get along famously.

James: *steams forward towards Tam-Tam.* But let's get one thing straight. The Dread Pirates respect the chain of command. Mila is the first mate and that means, unless the captain says otherwise,

you'll follow her orders. Darious, Mila and the engines have soft hearts, but you'll get no mercy from me. Step out of line and we'll be beating the s**t out of your scales.

*The other engines look at James, confused.*

James: What? If Morgana could say it, why couldn't I?

*End of Scene 6*

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Scene 7:

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates are out at sea on the ship. Thomas is talking to Mila and Leeko.*

Mila: The next coin's on this island, west of here always. Or so Tam-Tam says, anyways. You think she's lying?

Thomas: We'll know when we get there, right?

*Just then, Tam-Tam walks up.*

Tam-Tam: You're not talking about me, are you?

Leeko: I... better go plot our course.

*Leeko dashes off to mark the co-ordinates. Tam-Tam turns to Thomas and Mila.*

Tam-Tam: Quite a diverse crew, you've got here.

Mila: I suppose...

Tam-Tam: Only one thing they all seem to all agree on, is that you never make mistakes.

Thomas: Really? I did what I thought was right at the time, I tried to save everyone's lives.

Tam-Tam: Oh, what happened?

Mila: Thomas tried to negotiate our way out of a hostage crisis and the rivals ended up killing our original first mate, Morgana.

Tam-Tam: Oh dear, how many hostages were killed?

Thomas: Fortunately, nobody got hurt. Like I said, it was only Morgana. Her last words to me were "Go f**k yourself for killing me!", such a sad time to be hunting for the coins when you lose a friend.

Tam-Tam: Nobody got hurt except for Morgana? Come now, darling. You successfully defused a hostage situation. They ought to be singing your praises! Sounds like they don't appreciate you, do they?

Thomas: They don't. But I appreciate Mila just as much as she appreciates me. I should be singing HER praises. Because we're both steaming AND sailing on a journey to find some treasure!

*singing* Steamin' right here, sailin' right there.

That's what we're made to be.

Just me and the Steam Team on a quest

to find out what's at sea.

We hope we will find that treasure,

and we know it won't take long.

'Cos whilst I'm working, I am singin'

The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

Mila: You know, Thomas. I do appreciate you too. You've helped me through thick and thin. I think you deserve more than you should. If you take my meaning...

*singing* Working along, singing a song and

A-sailin' with Thomas and me.

Us Dread Pirates are hunting for treasure

'cos that's what we're meant to be.

Everyone thinks we're cut-throat crooks,

But we know they're always wrong.

So that's why we get things back on float with

The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

James: Hmmm... Tam-Tam did say we should be singing their praises.

Leeko: James, You really sure we should be doing this?

Darious: We helped Thomas and he's helped us. We DO owe him a favour.

Gordon: *singing* Well Sir Topham Hatt, he still has hopes on the whereabouts of his engines.

James: *singing* But somewhere on this voyage is the treasure, did we mention?

Leeko: *singing* Hey! Listen, James. You obviously ain't workin', as we speak.

Darious: *singing* But as a crew, we'll find our way to a worthy special TREAT...

Thomas: *speaking* You got that right! *singing* 'Cos we're steamin' right here and we're sailin' right there.

As we journey across the sea...

Mila: *singing* Is Thomas even knowing 'bout where we go?

Or is it just plain me?

Thomas: *singing* I'm guranteed we'll find our way.

Or you'll go hit my dong! (So please don't)

Mila: *singing* But whatever the weather, we'll keep on goin' with...

Thomas and Mila: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

*Thomas and Mila eventually do a Sailor's Jig dance-off. Mila goes first and Thomas follows pursuit.*

Percy: *singing* Yo-ho-ho and a bucket of buffers,

We should make Thomas the boss.

Leeko: *singing* But he doesn't have a map of the co-ordinates

and I'm pretty sure we're lost.

Thomas: *singing* But believe me, I've been on hunts too

and I'm never always wrong.

Percy: *singing* So that's why we should always sing...

Thomas, Percy, James and Gordon: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

Mila: *speaking* If we all pitch in and help Thomas. He might be able to help us find that treasure.

Darious: *speaking* Well, I suppose it's worth a try...

Tam-Tam: *speaking* I'm actually looking quite forward to this.

Mila: *singing* The Steam Team here, and the Dread Pirates there

we all know what to do.

Leeko: *singing* I'm pretty still skeptical about all this,

but you know it does take two.

Darious: *singing* But they could be right, if memory serves.

Tam-Tam: *singing* We should probably tag along...

Mila: *singing* If it hasn't been for Thomas, then we wouldn't be singin'

The Dread Pirates: *singing* The Steamin' and Sailin' song.

*Thomas and Mila both do a Sailor's Jig dance together.*

Cast: *singing* It's the Steamin' and Sailin' song!

Thomas: *speaking* So, what do you think of that?

Mila: Well...

Tam-Tam: No, no. Don't answer that. I don't mean to be a busybody, well, ta-ta for now.

*Tam-Tam walks off, leaving Mila doubtful and very skeptical.*

Mila: Maybe it would be best if I listened to you more in the future, Thomas.

Thomas: Very well, then.

*End of Scene 7*

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Scene 8:

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates arrive at an unknown island. Although not seen, they are heard docking the boat.*

Thomas: Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good... and... stop!

Darious: Sometimes, I wish I'd knew when you'll learn to drive these things.

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates disembark the ship and look around.*

Leeko: So this was the island you were telling us about?

Tam-Tam: No, Leeko. This is the imperial palace.

Percy: But... there's no palace ANYWHERE!

Tam-Tam: You'll find out eventually, green one.

Leeko: Percy's right, you don't have to be so sarcastic.

Percy: Wait... I said that?

Tam-Tam: I don't have to, but it's so much fun.

Edward: I'm not sure about this, Tam-Tam. This place appears totally... deserted.

Duck: Maybe there isn't anything or anyone there.

Mila: Or maybe, Rourkie got to the treasure first.

Thomas: *scoffs* I doubt he did, Mila. But if he does, I'm laying my fists of steel on him. Anyways, we shouldn't be dawdling. Onwards, noble pirates and engines!

*Thomas and the Steam Team embark on their hunt to find the other coin. They haven't gone very far when they notice a sanctuary full of safari animals.*

Thomas: Hey, guys! Look at this! There's giraffes there...

Voice: Oh my! Children, look at this! We've got guests.

Mila: Who said that?

*Just then, a lioness walks over to the gang.*

Lioness: I did, Please to meet you. Call me Circe.

Thomas: Oh, hello there, Circe. I'm Thomas and I'm with the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team.

Circe: And what brings you to my fair isle?

Thomas: We're looking for some coins, they're a little bit like this.

*Thomas borrows the coin hanging around Mila's neck and shows it to Circe.*

Circe: Oh, you're one of those.

Mila: One of what?

Circe: Treasure hunters. It's very dangerous business you know...

Mila: It may be dangerous, but we're not alone. We have each other.

Thomas: Mila's right. Dangerous business doesn't stop a really useful engine like me.

Circe: So, you're just one big happy family, then? Glad to hear it.

Thomas: Well, TWO families. Mila's a member of the Dread Pirates and I work with the Steam Team.

Mila: The Steam Team are the ones who are *clears throat* locomotives with faces.

Circe: Ah, I see. You're never scared? So, you just rush into danger foolishly?

James: If you're an engine, it's ALL the time.

Tam-Tam: Darlings, you might not agree with why we're out there and that's just fine.

Percy: *through gritted teeth* Tam-Tam, shut up.

Circe: It is?

Tam-Tam: We're not certainly asking you to come on board, are we? But the truth is, I heard from a very reliable source

that the treasure is here. Why don't we skip the whole song and dance and just cut right to it?

Edward: Tam-Tam, that's not the way to speak.

Circe: Very well, your source is correct. I've got one of the coins somewhere on this island.

Mila: Then lead the way, please.

Thomas: Mila, let me talk her through this. *clears throat* What my first mate client is trying to say is that the coin is VERY important to us, Circe,

and we'd very much appreciate it if...

Tam-Tam: I'm sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement for the thing.

Circe: Oh, I'll be happy to give you the coin.

Thomas: Really?

Circe: But first... I ask that you spend an evening with me.

*The Steam Team gasp and mutter in anxiety.*

Percy: But we already promised ourselves a trip to Dartmouth.

Circe: I understand, young sir. But I don't get many visitors these days, you know.

Duck: Spend a whole night out here? You must be bananas!

Circe: If you don't want to take me up on my offer...

Well, you're welcome to waste months digging in the dirt, looking for it. It's quite a large island. isn't it?

Darious: Of course... we'd be happy to oblige your invitation, Circe.

Thomas: Dang... and I was going to put my metal detector to good use. If I actually had one...

Circe: Oh, marvellous. I'd knew you come around. But you folks must be hungry for some real food after so long at sea.

Why don't you tell me more about your adventures over dinner.

Edward: We'd be more than delighted to, ma'am.

Circe: Oh, I can't wait to make something absolutely sumptuous for you. I'll go gather some of the harvest's bounty. Don't you wander far.

*Circe walks off to get some ingrediants, James turns to Tam-Tam.*

James: Tam-Tam, was that the woman you think holds the treasure?

Leeko: If you think she knows where the treasure is, I've got a map to sell you.

Gordon: She certainly seemed to recognize the coin.

Tam-Tam: Maybe she has it, maybe she doesn't. We'll know more when we oblige her little soiree, right?

Percy: Ya filthy stinkin' liar! Of course she doesn't! Just because she's seen them DOESN'T mean she's got them!

Henry: Percy's right, Let's just get back on the ship and find another coin elsewhere.

Darious: Sorry, Percy and Henry. But we have to find this particular coin even if we want to or not.

Percy: Bother...

Mila: So we're supposed to just play her "little game" and wait it out? Who knows what she's got planned? And WHO knows who else will show

up whilst we wait? I say we strike while the iron is hot.

Thomas: Well, she's our only lead and as far as we can tell, she's the only conscious being on this island. Any move against her would jeopardize that.

Darious: Thomas is right, I'm giving everyone an order, don't push things too far too fast. Got it?

Mila: Fine, but I still don't trust her.

Edward: Neither do I, young chap. We should keep an eye on her, in case she's planning on something other than dinner.

Darious: Indeed we must. Leeko, Tam-Tam, Bertha and Jade, I want you to follow her.

Jade: For what?

Mila: Darious told you, Jade. Keep an eye on her.

Jade: I still don't understand how's that going to work, Mila.

Bertha: Don't worry, Jade. I'm pretty sure things will turn out better or worse when we least expect it.

Jade: If you insist, Bertha.

*Leeko, Tam-Tam, Jade and Bertha head off to find Circe.*

Mila: You want to join them, Thomas?

Thomas: Not yet, Mila. I'm thinking...

Mila: About what?

Thomas: The animals around this island. No offence, 'cos I know you're a cat and Darious is a hound and all but...

Mila: I understand, Thomas. They do seem weird to me. Do they bother you in a way?

Nia: They do with me. I don't understand why stray giraffes are seen on a small island like this. It makes no sense.

Mila: I don't know either, Nia. I'm just not sure why there are so many different kinds.

Thomas: We all evolved from them, didn't we? So there's no need to be afraid of them, right?

Darious: What Nia's saying is actually right, Thomas. Does it make sense that such a diverse array of species would be indigenous

to the same island? If not, then why did Circe make so much effort to bring them all here?

Thomas: Maybe she wants to start a travelling zoo or circus, that's why she's gathered up those animals.

Mila: If that's true, that does actually sound exciting.

Gordon: *scoffs* Beats me. Come on, let's get that grub Circe promised us, I'm FAMISHED.

Henry: So am I. Not to mention, it's getting dark.

Darious: Very well then, come along then. Nia, Abigail, I need you two to gather up Leeko, Tam-Tam, Jade and Bertha and bring them here.

Nia: On it.

Abigail: Right away, captain.

*Nia and Bertha set off the find Leeko and Tam-Tam, whilst the others all gather up at Circe's place. Scene changes to a campfire outside Circe's cottage where the gang are eating.*

Circe: So, enjoying your watercress buns?

Thomas: Eh, not as good as the ones they have in Hampshire.

Leeko: *eating his watercress bun.* Yeah, you bet...

Circe: They're a favourite among my children too.

Edward: I guess they're late for dinner, aren't they?

Circe: I've already fed them... the animals, that is. I call them my children because they've got nobody else looking out for them, you know.

Duck: You certainly have a big job, then. There must be EVERY type of animal here.

Circe: Well, not every type...

Thomas: So there's nobody, JUST NOBODY, on this island, but you?

Circe: That's right, we're all on our own out here. I like it that way. But I'm sure you lot didn't come here to hear me ramble on and on about my life.

I want to hear more about what you've been up to.

Thomas: Well...

Circe: Wait, wait, wait... Let me see if can tell the story for you.

Thomas: *whispers to Mila.* I bet she'll get it wrong.

Circe: You've experienced fatigue, Misery and Tragedy. Every day you have to grapple with difficult questions.

Thomas: Yep, and nothing more.

Circe: You long to rest and yet your work is never over.

Thomas: Well, I wouldn't exactly describe it like that.

Circe: Oh, didn't you? You said that you don't fear danger. That you won't let anyone get in your way. Such bravery and resolve.

They're only needed in the face of adversity. If you lived here, like me, there'd be no need for heroics. No need for struggle, you could live

in peace and harmony with mother nature.

Thomas: Yeah, but we have an important quest to complete. And whilst I appreciate the comforts of your *clears throat* hospitality, nothing would

make me and my friends happier than finishing what we've started.

Circe: Well worded, young tank engine. But there's got to be something about the pirate's life that gets to you. Guilt over attacking the innocent? The

loss of a trusted friend, perhaps?

*Thomas blushes because he knows what Circe's saying is actually true.*

Tam-Tam: I'll speak for you, Thomas. *walks over to Circe.* Circe, I've heard rumours about this place. Seems quite lovely, if I didn't know better.

I might even call it "enchanted"?

Circe: Oh, I certainly think so too.

Tam-Tam: Do you, now?

Circe: Well, how else could so much peace and happiness exist in one place?

Percy: Hey! That's not what she-

*But before Percy can reply, Circe yawns*

Circe: Oh... I'm feeling a bit tired.

James: Then we shall have to retire to our ship.

Circe: No, no, no! Sleep under the stars tonight, I insist.

Leeko: Don't you have a tent, or sleeping bags or something?

Circe: Who would want any of that on a warm night like this? Besides, sleeping directly on the Earth promotes good dreams.

Percy: God said that?!

Darious: A good dream would certainly be a welcome change.

Thomas: Really? My driver Joey said his dreams almost feel like acid trips. And you know him, he doesn't take drugs except for fluoxtine.

James: What? We're staying out here?!

Darious: Yes, but we leave first thing tomorrow morning, with the coin as you agreed, Circe.

Circe: Yes, of course.

Henry: Wait... can I get seconds on this soup?

Circe: Go right ahead.

*Scene changes to Thomas and Mila sleeping.*

Narrator: Later that night, as Thomas and Mila were sleeping under the stars, they suddenly heard a mysterious conversation...

Darious: She tried to sink my ship nearly a dozen times. I know she would've killed me given half the chance. But... I just couldn't finish her off.

But fully cognizant of the risk, I have decided to bring her on board instead.

Circe: And then what...?

*Thomas opens a sleepy eye, gently nudges Mila to wake her.*

Mila: *yawns* Thomas, what's going on?

Thomas: Do you hear that?

Mila: Hear what?

Thomas: There's a conversation between Darious and Circe. Douglas is involved too.

Mila: *listens carefully* You're right, Thomas. We better go investigate.

*Just then, Donald pulls up.*

Donald: Can I come too, lads? I don't want anything happening to Douggie.

Mila: Sounds fine with me, Donald.

*Thomas, Donald and Mila creep through the bushes to listen to Darious and Douglas talking with Circe.*

Darious: She became the most loyal officer any captain could ever ask for. At first it was just because I saved her life. But then I began to suspect that

she believed in the quest as well.

Douglas: Aye, if the laddie could take someone like Morgana from a bloodthirsty pirate, she would've killed a wee man for treasure and inspire

her to become something more.

Darious: I agree with Douglas. Even when she disagreed, she gave me hope. Part of that died along with her. I think about her so much that I can't even sleep some nights.

Circe: I understand, Darious. You could save a hundred more souls, but you'll never bring back your dear friend.

Douglas: We know, lad. It's been tough. As much as I never knew Morgana, I kinda feel the exact same pain Darious goes through every day.

Circe: No amount of happiness can fill the void created by her sorrow. It's the same dilemma for all conscious beings, actually.

Darious: So... what's your solution?

Circe: Snuff them all out. All your cares and worries, living free on instinct. I can make that happen.

Douglas: You can? If so, how come you're a psychologist? You're don't have degrees in that stuff.

Circe: It's completely different, Douglas. I can do that and more. I can remove all the burdens that Darious bears.

Darious: What must I do to receive such a gift?

Circe: Simple, close your eyes and imagine your spirit animal.

Darious: Which one?

Circe: You said sleep was a problem for you, right? Bears hibernate, they always get a good sleep. Just imagine a peaceful bear, resting calmly.

Would you like to be that?

Darious: More than you could possibly imagine.

Douglas: Wait... this isn't some sort of witchcraft, right?

Circe: I have no idea, Douglas. Now then, Darious. Take hold of my hands, and hold still...

Douglas: I still don't like where this is going, laddie.

Darious: Don't worry, Douglas. This won't take long.

Douglas: Wait a minute... DARIOUS, NOOOO!!!!

*Douglas pushes Darious out of the way, just in time. Suddenly, a flash of light comes from Circe's hands and hits Douglas, he screams in pain.*

Thomas, Donald and Mila: *gasp in horror* DOUGLAS!!

*Thomas, Donald and Mila come out of their hiding spot to find Darious on the ground and Douglas sobbing painfully.*

Douglas: My face! My beautiful, beautiful face!!! *points to Circe.* I knew you were hiding something, lassie. I demand an explanation!

*Thomas, Donald and Mila come closer to Douglas.*

Thomas: Douglas? Is everything alright?

Douglas: Ya think?

*Douglas turns around to reveal that Circe made his face all brown and fuzzy, like a bear. Thomas and Mila squeal in horror.*

Donald: SWEET LAND OF SCOTS!!! *turns to Circe in a furious way.* YOU B***H! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY TWIN?! *tears up*

Oh, Douggie! Why would she do such a thing?

Douglas: I don't know, lad! I thought she was hoping to help us, I didn't think she'd turn us into feral animals!

*Donald and Douglas huddle each other whilst sobbing. Thomas and Mila walk over to Darious.*

Mila: Darious! Are you okay?

Thomas: Darious! Wake up! It's us, Thomas and Mila!

*Just then, Tam-Tam, Gordon, James and Percy arrive on the scene.*

Gordon: What is all this shouting about? Can't some engines get some rest?

James: Oh, Jesus f**k! What happened?

Mila: Darious has been knocked unconcious. But it's Donald and Douglas you have to worry about.

Thomas: Circe... she did... something to Douglas. Mila! Percy! Check her pockets, now!

*Percy holds Circe still, whilst Mila checks her pockets.*

Circe: Oi, what are you doing? Let go of me... *chuckles* Stop it! That tickles!

Mila: Thomas! I found a coin!

Tam-Tam: I told you we'd find it here, didn't I?

Circe: Percy, you dirty little...

Percy: *places his finger on Circe's mouth.* Ah-ah-ah, Circe. Elderly people don't spew their gob.

*Just then, Leeko and Emily arrive on the scene.*

Leeko: *yawns* What's going on?

Emily: Beats me. It's 2 in the f**king morning, and there's domestic violence already.

Mila: Everything's alright, Emily. We found the coin, just like Tam-Tam...

Thomas: Oh, save it for later, Mila. Leeko! Emily! Try and rouse the captain, he might be dead.

*Thomas and Mila walk over towards Circe in a very stern, severe way.*

Thomas: Circe, what have you DONE?!

Circe: *chuckles nervously* I don't know... this wasn't supposed to happen! It's never happened when I set any of my other children free.

Get him to grab my hand again, I'm sure I'll get it right.

Mila: Setting him free...? Is THAT what you've been doing here? Your "children"... they were all guests to your island. You turned them into these animals, didn't you?

Circe: Can you blame me? Everyone had a sob story. But I made their pain go away, forever... I'm restoring us back to the noble savages we once were. I'm liberating life from the shackles of knowledge. Can you not see?

Thomas: You're not a liberator. You're a liar, that's what you are. A lying, decieving, dirty, fat b***h is what you are!

Mila: Me, Thomas and Donald heard the three of you talking. You never told Darious OR Douglas exactly what you were going to do to them. You just said you'd make their pain go away.

Thomas: Indeed, but you've struck more pain on the twins than you tried to strike on Darious.

Mila: You can't claim you've "freed" them when you were the one that took away their chances.

Circe: You cling to your useless minds like that drunk engine clings to a bottle. *points to Henry as an example.*

Henry: Hey, now that's not nice!

Circe: Darious and Douglas never would've embraced the cure I had spelled it out to him. If I'm curing people of knowledge, why bother telling them what I'm doing?

Thomas: Free will is the most important of all. "Become What You Seek", that's what says on the coins. And of course "Brighton Locomotive Works No. 110 of 1915" is what says on the builders plate

on engines like myself, isn't it? We should be the masters of our own fates.

Circe: You're so blind to the truth, but I won't let Darious and Douglas suffer for your lack of vision. Just let me do it right this time!

Thomas: *gets out pocket knife and points it at Circe.* You stay away from Darious and Douglas or will cut your head off!

*Just then, Tam-Tam walks up to Circe, Thomas and Mila.*

Tam-Tam: You know, I hate to interrupt this productive and stimulating debate. But the captain, well... He's still not waking up.

Mila: Then we're dragging the captain back to the ship. Percy, Leeko, Gordon, lift him up and take him carefully back, don't drop him.

Thomas: James, Tam-Tam, Emily. Please take Douglas back to the ship.

Tam-Tam: Shunt the engine of a monster? Please, Thomas. Tell me this is not a joke!

Thomas: *sighs* Tam-Tam, weren't YOU the one who called yourself a mighty warrior? You talked the talk, now walk the walk. Leeko, please support Darious' head whilst I lead the others back to the ship.

Mila: Thomas is right, we're moving out.

*The Steam Team eventually disembark with the coin, back to the camping place where the other engines are all resting.*

Chloe: What's going on, what happened?

James: We have the coin. She was trying to use it as a weapon against Darious and Douglas.

Duck: A... w-w-w-w-weapon?

Gordon: Circe's been turning people into feral animals.

Edward: Wait, she was? Oh, oh my. That nice little woman? Who could have possibly suspected she was capable of such a thing?

Gordon: Well, Thomas and Mila didn't much care for her... Then again, Thomas doesn't care for most people he encounters.

Mila: But in any event, we should return to the ship as soon as we can.

Thomas: And all in good time. I didn't want to be stuck on this hellhole anymore.

Mila: I think we all don't, Thomas.

Thomas: And guys... you probably might not want to witness Douglas' encounter...

*Thomas, the Dread Pirates and the Steam Team head back to the ship.*

*End of Scene 8*

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Scene 9:

*Scene changes to daylight on the ship out at sea. Darious is on a mattress, waking up from his little misadventure.*

Darious: *groans* I've got such a headache...

Leeko: Aha, captain! You're awake at last!

Darious: Wha... what happened to the mission? And why's Douglas' face all hairy?

Thomas: Circe was transforming you into a wild beast, with the coin. She said she wanted to cure you of all your worries, by destroying your mind.

Mila: Exactly, Douglas knew what was happening and he kinda sacrificed his own life to save yours. So that's why his face has become all furry.

Darious: Fortunately, that seems intact, at least... but anyways, thank you Douglas for saving my life.

Douglas: *sighs* Don't mention it, captain. But what am I going to do with a bushy face? I can't go back to Sodor looking like this! The fur comes off, right?

Mila: I suppose it will, Douglas. If not, we could always try one of the magic coins.

Douglas: I suppose so, lad.

Leeko: I can't believe I actually complimented her soup.

Henry: You're right, Leeko! Who considers putting SLUGS in a soup to give it flavour? It doesn't that work that way. I vomited 57 times after eating that disgusting piece

of filth.

Tam-Tam: But the important part is that we got what we came here for. Darious, I told you I'd keep my word...

Darious: That you did, Tam-Tam. Well done, I suppose the rest of it doesn't matter. But... is there anything else keeping us on this island?

Mila: You're right, Darious. The island is home to a mad woman who transforms suffering souls into mindless beasts, I can't let it stand.

Edward: You might not like it. But there it is, old chap.

Thomas: It's only there as long as we allow it to remain there, Edward.

Leeko: What do you mean? How could we do anything?

Mila: Hot day, dry grass, heated cannonballs. You do the math.

Nia: But what about all those people Circe turned into animals? You're effectively proposing that we... we...

Mila: Circe destroyed their minds and their wills, Nia. As far as I'm concerned, they're already dead. We're doing them a favour by ending their humiliation.

Leeko: I'm sure the captain would do no such thing... right, Darious?

Darious: Well, it's entirely up to you, Mila.

Mila: Thanks, captain. Thomas? Mind if I whisper something to you for a moment?

Thomas: Sure... what is it?

*Mila whispers her plan to Thomas.*

Thomas: Good gracious, Mila. I don't think you should suggest such a thing.

Darious: No, Thomas. Mila's right. Circe started this delusional scheme and Mila must put a stop to this. Even Morgana would've approved of what she's about to do.

Thomas: Alright, suit yourself. *opens his running board and gets out his tactical rocket launcher which he gives to Mila.* Here you go, use this wisely.

Mila: Oh, wow! You must've really come prepared.

*Just as the ship disembarks on its next voyage, Circe and the animals come racing wild towards the shore.*

Circe: Come back here! I'm not finished with you!

Mila: But we're finished with you. Turning people into local wildlife, no wonder you're a lioness!

Circe: Hey, it's my island, I can do whatever I want. It's a free country.

Mila: Oh, so you like to be free, huh? Well feel free TO FEEL YOUR ASS BURN!

*Mila fires the rocket launcher which strikes Circe and the animals and sets the whole landscape on fire.*

Circe: AAARGH! MY SKIN, I'M BURNING! I'M BURNING!

Thomas: *salutes* So young... so naive.

*Scene changes to Mila, Douglas and Thomas in the ship's quarters with Darious.*

Thomas: You wanted to see us?

Darious: Well... I...

*Suddenly, glass is heard shattering.*

Henry: *heard outside.* Sorry, I dropped my empty bottle of booze.

Darious: Damn, they're going to have to learn to be a little more careful with the beer. I understand that Circe wanted to transform me into a wild beast.

Thomas: Well, she did say something went wrong. You didn't change the way everyone else did.

Darious: Did she explain why?

Douglas: No... but maybe I've thought about that. Maybe it's because you have a coin on you, and it activated instead of hers?

Mila: So she couldn't control what was happening... because you were.

Thomas: And the fact that Douglas attempted to save your life so you could not transform into a wild beast. Only to end up becoming a partial beast himself.

Darious: Fascinating. The way those coins transform us must depend on a variety of conflicting factors. I'm not sure I understand this complete, but I'm sure this is a

much important piece of a much larger puzzle. But putting that aside for a moment, how are you lot holding up?

Douglas: Me? After almost what happened to you that happened to me instead, you're worried about me again?

Darious: Your body is just a vessel, Douglas. I knew this quest would have its risk. It was, of course, Morgana who paid the ultimate price, and Circe seized on my guilt regarding that day.

I've been attempting to protect you from my grief, Douglas.

Douglas: Well, it would've worked better with Mila rather than me.

Mila: Excuse me?

Darious: I believe it's... inappropriate for a captain to divulge too much of his emotions.

Thomas: Unburdening yourself may help you, Darious. Besides, it's better to talk about it with me and Mila than Circe, right?

Darious: Quite right indeed, Thomas. I keep thinking to myself, if I hadn't brought Morgana on board in the first place, or if I hadn't chased this treasure, she'd still be alive.

Morgana was sacrificed on the altar of my own grand ambitions.

Mila: Morgana wouldn't see her death as a sacrifice, she was a warrior who fell in battle - the most noble way to die. Morgana believed in you, and was honored to serve with you. She told me so herself.

Don't let your own feelings of regret get in the way of remembering her for the proud, strong, warrior she really was.

Darious: You know... I hadn't thought of it like that. I'm sure she would agree. In any events, thank you for hearing me out you lot.

Thomas: Don't mention it, Darious

Mila: Of course, captain!

Douglas: Anytime.

Darious: Mila, there's one last thing about Morgana we need to discuss, who her replacement should be. Whilst you make a good first mate, I need someone to look after

your former spot.

Thomas: What about me, sir?

Darious: *chuckles* I think you're alright as a stowaway, Thomas. And so are the other engines, but I've put it off for this long because the thought of replacing her felt like losing her all over again... But given

the dangers we continue to face, we need a proper first mate. Tam-Tam is new and untested and possibly prone to deception, Leeko has seniority, but... I'm not sure he would've been able to protect me last night.

It's clear to me that what Morgana said before she died was right, Mila is the only logical choice and I know she'll perform her duties with distinction.

Mila: Thanks, captain. I promise I won't let you down.

Darious: Lastly, Douglas, given your almost new position, and the fact that you saved my life, it would be foolish not to share with you everything I know about the coins. As I said to Mila and Thomas,

my suspicion is that once we have gathered all of the coins, I believe they will change, perhaps even remake, the world.

Douglas: And take us home?

Darious: Yes, and take you home, Douglas.

Mila: Change the world? But how?

Darious: I'm not sure, but I believe that was the goal of the wizard - to see if the coins could be reunited. If we can succeed, we can fulfill his vision for healing the world, whatever that may have been.

Thomas: But is "healing" a good idea?

Mila: Yeah, Is it really our place to want to heal the world?

Darious: Well, why not?

Mila: Because it might change people's motivations... you know, make them less good. Sickness and sorrow help create empathy, right? Why bother being good if everything's fine?

And what's the point of caring about others when nobody needs help?

Darious: Hmmm... I hadn't thought of it like that. Still... you two, would you still strive to be good even if there was no affirmative reason compelling you to do so?

Mila: Yeah... I think I would.

Thomas: I agree with Mila.

Darious: As would I, I suspect. So perhaps that won't be a problem after all. Still, it's very perceptive of you two.

As Thomas and Mila head back down to the deck, Thomas turns to Mila.*

Thomas: You know, Mila. I've always feel like we've travelled all the seven seas.

Mila: Not entirely, Thomas. There are still some places we need to look.

Thomas: Most certainly indeed. But believe me, it's not as bad as sailing in the Dogger Bank.

Mila: The Dogger Bank? Oh, I've heard of that place, That's near Yorkshire, ain't it?

Thomas: Yep, the very same. *gets out guitar.* I heard a l'il sea shanty about this Dogger Bank place.

Mila: Really?

Thomas: *tunes guitar* Yeah, my friend SpongeBob told me. *plays guitar* It's a old sailor mouth sea shanty. It's pretty good.

*singing* Sailin' over the Dogger Bank, Oh, wasn't it a treat?

Wind a-blowing east-nor'-east, we had to give a s**t!

You ought to see us runnin' the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby.

Steam Team: *singing* Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby!

Thomas: *singing* Darious he's a hound captain. He loves a pint of good ale.

Percy: *singing* Mila, she's a first mate buddy, been seen in many's a jail.

James: *singing* And Leeko, he's a cartographer. he comes from the Pembrokeshire Isle.

Toby: *singing* And take a look at Old Tam-Tam, she gets us b****rs wild!

Steam Team: *singing* Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby!

Thomas: *singing* Watch out, twigger, as down the street she came.

Percy: *singing* Six wheels and bright blue paint, Thomas is on the game.

James: *singing* Thomas is one of your flash boys, can't he cut a shine?

Toby: *singing* He can do the double shuffle on the Knickerbocker line!

Steam Team: *singing* Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby!

*The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates dance to the sea shanty whilst Duck plays the accordion, Chloe plays the tuba, Nia plays the guitar and Oliver plays the flute followed by

Edward and his violin solo.*

Steam Team and Dread Pirates: *singing* We are the guys to make a noise when we come home from sea.

We get right drunk, we roll on the floor, we have a jubilee.

We get right drunk and full of beer, we roll all over the floor,

And when our rent it is all spent we go to sea for more.

Watch out, twigger, she's a proper ju-be-ju.

Give 'er a sheet and let her rip we're the boys to pull her through!

You ought to see us runnin', the wind a-blowin' free,

On a passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby!

Thomas: *singing* On a passage from the Dogger Bank to GREAT GRIMSBY!

Mila: Dang... that was a pretty good sea shanty. I'm surprised you know something about it.

Thomas: Oh, that's just a l'il surprise, that's all.

*Just then, Leeko and Molly show up.*

Molly: So, it's been a long night, huh?

Thomas: Well, easy for someone who didn't speak to me since the start of the film.

Leeko: Well, a little longer for you than for me, huh?

Mila: You mean our encounter with Circe?

Leeko: "Encounter"? Oh. please. You heard the captain! You two are heroes, and Tam-Tam's great too. She led us right to the coin.

Thomas: What are you guys saying?

Molly: *clears throat* There's a reason why these pirates doubted us earlier, Thomas. After you punched Rourkie, well... We're not exactly proud of this either, but it was nice not being the most pathetic member of the crew for a change.

But after today, I can see that they're right back to business as usual.

Mila: We're sorry, Molly.

Leeko: Ah, Not as sorry as we are. Molly shouldn't have criticized you because of our own hang ups.

Molly: I guess we just have to get used to being useless, huh?

Mila: I think you're useful. But you'll grow and learn eventually.

Thomas: Mila's right. You could grow into your own role here. I'm sure back when you were a merchant, you didn't know everything right away, did you Leeko?

Leeko: Truth be told, Thomas. I wasn't a very good merchant either. At last, whilst I'm on this ship, when the history books are written.

I'll be remembered for something big. Even if it's for being the smallest part of that big something. Assuming we make it, you know? Anyways, I've rambled long enough.

Thomas: Yeah... me too. Come on, Mila. Let's hit the hay, I'm tired after all this.

Mila: *yawns* Me too.

*Thomas and Mila head off to another part of the ship to rest.*

Thomas: You know, Mila. I never thought being a pirate would be so exciting.

Mila: Me too, Thomas. And I never get to see loads of engines these days. Anyways, good night.

Thomas: Good night.

*Thomas and Mila settle down to sleep. Scene changes to the ship docked at Doniford at day time.*

Narrator: The next morning, The Steam Team and the Dread Pirates had arrived at a place called

Doniford because the Dread Pirates knew that there might be some treasure nearby.

*Thomas is studying a map of the UK, Mila walks over to him.*

Mila: Hey, Thomas. Has Darious told you the whereabouts of the next coin?

Thomas: Yes, Mila. He said it's in this place called "The Temple of Oastarie".

Why is there a temple in South West England?

Mila: Beats me. Anyway, let's go and find the other engines and we'll be on our way.

Thomas: Alright then.

*As the Dread Pirates disembark for their hunt, Thomas and Mila look for Percy and James. Meanwhile, Percy and James are looking around the inside of the ship.*

James: You know, Percy. That was a crazy experience on Circe's island, am I right?

Percy: Yep, good times.

James: That was last night.

Percy: So what are we gonna do today?

James: It isn't today, Percy! Today's the first day of eternity.

Percy: Eterny? What's that?

James: ETERNITY, Percy. It means forever. And the reason why I'm saying that is because I've just found out. I'm f**king immortal.

Percy: Well, congratu-damn-lations.

James: Thank you.

Percy: That's a big deal. Quick question, am I immortal?

James: Well, no. But you could be! I mean he loves the small and the green and the cheeky and accident-prone, and look at you! You're all of those things.

Percy: Who are you talking about? Who loves me?

James: *Pats smokebox saddle.* The guy in here, Percy. *holds up book.* And the guy in here, The Bible!

*Percy looks at the book but the Bible that James is holding actually says "The Bibe".*

Percy: But it says The Bibe...

James: YOU DARE QUESTION THE WORDS OF THE ALMIGHTY JEBUS?

Percy: Ah... No... I... uh...

James: Should you better kneel down *gets down on his frames.* And pray to Jebus with me, right freaking now!

*Percy steams up to James, gets down on his frames and puts his hands together as a prayer. Just then, Thomas and Mila arrive on the scene.*

Thomas: What are you guys doing?

James: Ummm... we're looking for a booger he dropped on the deck because I told him we don't put our boogers on deck so we're trying to find it and put it on the table.

Percy: Hey, guys. You wanna become immortal?

James: *through gritted teeth.* They're NOT CHOSEN. *turns to Thomas and Mila.* Jebus want no pussies in his possy.

Mila: *picks up the book.* This is spelt "Bibe", James.

James: *smacks the book out of Mila's hand.* Oh, you're reading now? Suck it!

Percy: *gets up on his wheels again.* Come on, James. Why can't Thomas and Mila be immortal?

James: *gets up on his wheels again.* They'll never enter the kingdom with us.

Thomas: What kingdom?

James: The Kingdom... of... Kung! It's in the book.

Mila: *picks up the book and reads it.* The Bibe, Jebus and Kingdom Kung...

James: It's up in the clouds with Lunko, and didn't I tell you to suck it?! And I don't hear any *does hand-gestures* gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck!

Mila: You know this book is self-published?

James: Yes, like many ancient texts.

Thomas: On the back of a bunch of pharmacy labels?

James: Do not blaspheme the book of marijuana! Come on, Percy. Follow me down the righteous path. Begone, ye seafur!

Mila: I work here. You're the one who's leaving.

*James and Percy leave the ship and into the harbour.*

James: And leaving we are! Onward... so!

*James and Percy follow the other engines to the temple, Mila and Thomas watch in disgust.*

Mila: Hmmm... immortality indeed. Just a bunch of seadog scuff.

Thomas: Yeah... no-one lives forever...

*Scene cuts to Thomas and Mila bathing near some rocks. Thomas is rubbing some shampoo in his smokebox and hair.*

Thomas: ...Not without Heads and Shoulders shampoo they don't. Yeah...

*Just then, Toby and Tam-Tam turn up.*

Toby: Hey, you guys. You coming?

Thomas: To the temple? Yeah, we might catch you later. Mila and I have to get each other ready.

Mila: And why didn't I think of this before? This is far better than the hot springs I've been to.

Thomas: You lucky... I wish I could go to a hot springs.

Tam-Tam: Okay, suit yourselves. You know where to find us.

*Tam-Tam climbs aboard Toby and he departs, leaving Thomas and Mila, still bathing.*

Mila: Maybe, we should go and catch up with them.

Thomas: Nah, stay for a little longer. You haven't tried my shampoo.

Mila: Oh, so I didn't. Squirt me some, Thomas.

*Thomas squirts some shampoo into Mila's hand and she applies it to her hair.*

Mila: Oh yeah, that's the stuff.

*Scene changes to the Dread Pirates, along with Thomas, Percy, James, Henry and Toby outside the temple.*

Percy: Now THIS is the imperial temple. Right, Tam-Tam?

Tam-Tam: I thought Circe's island was the imperial temple.

Percy: Well, not anymore. This place is now!

Thomas: Anyway, we mustn't dawdle, guys! Come on, let's go inside.

*Thomas, the engines and the Dread Pirates make their way into the temple. They haven't gone far where they find a zebra arguing with a kangaroo.*

Zebra: How dare you speak so disrespectfully in SUCH a holy place?

Kangaroo: Holy? *scoffs* That's a laugh, mate. It's just empty old ruins, and I'll prove it.

*Thomas whistles to attract the zebra and kangaroo's attention.*

Thomas: Excuse me? We're looking for the temple of Oastarie, is this the place?

Zebra: It sure is. Oastarie, the Goddess of beauty, was worshipped here thousands of years ago. My name's Duana, latter-day attendand of this shrine of miracles.

Kangaroo: Let me assure you, travelers. That there's no such thing as miracles.

Thomas: I highly doubt that.

Tam-Tam: You're a skeptic, I take it.

Toby: So do I, missy.

Kangaroo: Even better, mates. I'm actually a professor. Angie's the name, and I'm goin' to debunk the rumors about this place once and for all.

Thomas: Well, "mate". Your sources will prove wrong.

Duana: That's not possible.

Angie: And what are you babblin' on about now?

Duana: How could you EVER "debunk" miracles? If you witness one, you're a believer.

Angie: And if I don't?

Duana: Well, you might've just come on a bad day, right? You can't prove there won't be a miracle today or even tomorrow.

Angie: Well then, have you ever heard a more egregious example of fallacious reasonin'?

Tam-Tam: We'd LOVE to stay chat, but we've got some *clears throat* business inside the temple.

Duana: You mean, you want the tour?

Thomas: Good guess, but actually no. You see...

Darious: Actually, yes. We would like the tour, thank you very much.

Duana: Ah, Oastarie will be most pleased!

James: Who's Oastarie?

Henry: Beats me, must be some kind of magic.

Duana: Of course, one of you is going to have to say their prayers outside... the big green locomotive...

Henry: What?!

Toby: I don't believe it. You're not letting Henry in? Why not?

Darious: I'm quite perplexed as well, on what basis are you denying Henry access?

Duana: This temple is all about prayers for beauty. It was believed that the highly-sprung and the prone to illness weren't fit to stand in her sight.

Henry: HEY! My weariness is a medical condition that happened years ago. If it hadn't been for the folks up at Crewe, I've would've still been sickly.

Angie: Don't you see a contradiction there, mate?

Duana: No, I don't.

Angie: Well, your precious Goddess forbids you to help the people who are in the most in need.

Duana: Ummm... I'm sure the Goddess helps those who help themselves.

Angie: If that's the case, why have a temple at all?

Duana: Look, if highly-sprung people were allowed in, it wouldn't be exclusive anymore, would it? Everyone that's tried so hard to be pretty... well, they'd feel like

they'd wasted their effort if just anyone was allowed inside.

Mila: Come on, Duana. You're a lovely young woman. I mean, you'd be accepted in the temple, would you?

Duana: Why thank you, young first mate. Among the true believers, there is no higher praise.

Henry: *clears throat* If I may address the elephant in the room... or the elephant in the tunnel based on my experience OR the elephant in the temple as of now. It won't last

forever, won't it? How will you feel when you're excluded from the temple, once the bloom is off your rose.

Duana: I certainly won't be about it. But what can I do? Oastarie would NEVER accept an aged and ugly attendant.

Thomas: Why not?

Duana: It's pretty simple when you think about it. Beauty is the greatest of all blessings. That is why no-one may hold onto it for long.

Darious: Don't worry, Duana. Henry will respect the temple's rules and remain here with me. Mila, Thomas, whilst you're inside. You two will be in command.

*Thomas and Mila high-five each other.*

Toby: So, are you going exclude anyone else or are we going in now?

Duana: Well, when Oastarie created beauty, she gave most of it to woman. So I don't usually let men into the temple at all, my wooden friend...

Thomas: Hold up! You don't let men into the temple...? *points angrily at Duana* SEXIST!!!

Duana: Yes, I know. We're being sexist. But considering your little corgi friend here is adorable, and the fact that the majority of you are actually machines, I'll make an exception.

Thomas: Alright, but I demand a WORD with this Goddess if I see her.

Leeko: Me... adorable, huh?

Tam-Tam: Leeko, let's go! We haven't got time.

James: Tam-Tam's right, if we linger to long. I'll get sunburn on my handsome red livery.

Leeko: Alright, alright. I'm coming. Keep your wheels on, James.

*Leeko climbs into James' cab.*

Angie: If they're goin' in, I'm comin' in too.

Duana: Alright, fine. You won't find what you came here for anyhow.

Thomas: Alright, folks. Front pistons FORWARD!

*Thomas and the gang enter the temple leaving Henry and Darious outside. Darious waves to them whilst Henry pouts in envy.*

Henry: This isn't fair. They let the smaller engines in, James is almost fractically the same size as me and they let HIM in too! Why can't I come in?

Darious: Henry, they said you're too highly-sprung.

Henry: *facepalms* That was until 1935, Darious. I'm in perfectly good shape now. If these s**ty guides won't let me in. *steams off* I'll have no choice but to break in myself.

Darious: Henry, wait...!

Henry: Trust me, I'm not missing out on this coin hunt! Now to find this magic coin and be done with it.

*Darious, knowing that Henry is right, shrugs and follows him to the roof of the temple. He clambers to the top of the temple to find Henry standing near a trap door.*

Henry: Ha! Knew it! Every temple has a secret entrance.

Darious: Are you really sure about this, Henry? I don't think either of us will fit.

Henry: Darious, we won't if we squeeze in together. *Opens the trap door.* That's why I'm going in first, single file. You can climb in my cab once we're inside.

*Henry sneaks through the trap door and Darious follows. Scene changes to Thomas, Angie, Duana, the pirates and the engines inside the temple.*

Angie: Crikey, mate. How many of these... unusual statues are there goin' to be?

Duana: Beauty was the highest virtue amongst these noble people. They believed by praying and giving offerings, they might be blessed with divine looks.

I pray here everyday, hoping to be granted the Goddess' favour.

Angie: And yet every day she doesn't hear you.

Duana: I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Now that you're here, you really should pray to her. Only with her blessing, we can look our best. You could all enjoy a good prayer or two.

If you know what I mean.

James: I have my religious book, I'm immortal. It says so in my Holy Bible!

*James holds up his book. Angie looks at it.*

Angie: Bible indeed, mate. It says "The Bibe". You're obviously not worshippin' someone properly.

James: *gritted teeth* Jebus did not ask for your criticism, Aussie girl.

Toby: You referring to all of us? I happen to think I'm pretty blessed as it is.

Tam-Tam: So am I, trammy.

Duana: Well, you two are quite lovely and handsome, but your eyes do look just a tad tired.

Tam-Tam: Hey!

Toby: No, they're not. They're just wrinkles. I'm an old engine and Tam-Tam's... well... unique... in a way. *whispers to Tam-Tam.* Sorry, couldn't think of a proper word.

Tam-Tam: That's okay, darling.

Thomas: Now, here's the real deal. Are there any magical coins in this temple?

Duana: Coin? You mean on the necklace?

Thomas: Yes, that's it! Mila's got one that says "Become What You Seek".

Duana: Well, legend holds that a distant traveler, a zebra spellcaster of great renown and wonder, visited this temple and placed the necklace on the statue, saying it was only to be sought by those who are worthy.

Mila: That sounds a little like... someone we know, too...

Thomas: Who?

Tam-Tam: *whispers to Toby.* The wizard? I always thought she was a lizard...

*Toby sniggers quietly.*

Thomas: We're going to need to... inspect that necklace.

Duana: Everything in this room is a sacred artifact, you'll do no such thing.

Thomas: We have to, we're... ummm... jewelry inspectors...

Mila: Yeah... right, what he said.

Duana: Really?

Mila: No, the truth is. You wanted to go inside this temple because of your religious beliefs. Well, we're on our own spiritual journey too, to collect those

coins.

Percy: Indeed, we believe it will help heal the world, if not the entire universe. We won't listen to anyone that tries to stop us. Don't mess with Mila, she burned a whole island

to get one of the coins.

Angie: You believe in magic, too? This world is full of fools...

Percy: SHUT UP, DEAR FURRY!

Duana: I believe you, I bet those coins are magic.

Thomas: Yes, and if us engines believe in magic too, why the hell would we have faces?

James: I know, we...

Thomas: Don't tell them, James. We all know why, I just wanted to make Duana look stupid. Now as we were saying, Let us do what we came here to do.

Mila: Alright, now let's focus on how we'll get it.

Tam-Tam: Why not I simply climb up and retrieve it? I've climbed since before I could walk, you know.

Percy: Well, no s**t. You are a lizard.

James: Why not I use my magma farta to jetpack all the way up there?

Toby: James... you're not.

Tam-Tam: Oh, you think you boys doubt me? Unlike the others here, who shall remain nameless. I'm happy to prove my worth to the ship.

Leeko: Why not I get it down? And without any risky climbing?

Tam-Tam: And how's THAT going to work, darling?

Leeko: I'll fold one of my scrolls, turn it into a paper plane, toss it and knock it down.

Tam-Tam: Well, you HAD to have a reason for carrying those around all the time, I suppose. But really, Leeko. Let the adults in the room handle this one.

Percy: I know, I could always ram into the statue at high pace and knock it down! That could be an easy way to get the coin.

Thomas: Percy, we're NOT demolishing an ancient temple, I don't want to be paying for the damages this time.

Mila: Darious said me and Thomas are in charge, so it's our call... Thomas, who do you think the next person should retrieve the necklace should be?

Thomas: I suggest we hire... Toby!

Toby: What? ME? But... I'm afraid of heights.

*The others groan in dismay.*

Thomas: You were the only one who didn't come up with a plan. I suggest you come up with one.

Toby: I have a good one, let's turn back and go home. We can find another coin elsewhere.

Thomas: Toby... you haven't had one of your finest moments since you got into this crew, think of something.

Toby: Okay... let me think... *thinks* What can we do...?

*Just then, Toby gets an idea and rings his bell.*

Toby: Eureka! I've got it!

Thomas: You have?

Mila: What's your idea?

*Toby smirks because he knows what his idea is. Scene cuts to the gang all forming a tower on top of each other with James at the bottom and Toby at the top.*

James: How's THIS supposed to work?!

Toby: Trust me, I know.

*The tower wobbles as James tries to balance the others on his boiler.*

Toby: Left a bit... No, no. Right... er.... okay, keep going forward a bit... almost there... and...

left a little bit more.

*James turns right.*

Toby: No, the other left!

James: With all this weight on me. I can't tell my lefts from my rights.

Mila: Of all engines, why did it have to be Toby?

Toby: Hey, I'm the smart ass here, Mila. I know what I'm doing.

Tam-Tam: *groans* Well, at least this makes a change from climbing up myself.

Percy: *muffled* I can't breathe under your chassis, Toby.

Toby: Shut up, you're breathing on my genitals!

*The tower wobbles toward the statue.*

Toby: Almost... there, and...

*Toby grabs the statue in time.*

Toby: GOT IT!

*Duana and Angie (who are the only ones not on the piling tower of engines) walks forward.*

Duana: Well done, Toby. At least the amulet is safe. We'll go and see if anyone else is coming to visit the temple.

*Duana and Angie walk off.*

Thomas: Hey, don't leave us!

Toby: We're trying our best, Thomas. We've got to be able to do it eventually.

Tam-Tam: Boys and their toys. No wonder they don't normally let males into the temple.

Percy: Oh, shut up!

Leeko: Yeah, what was that about, anyway?

Mila: I think it was because they said beauty is a gift for woman.

James: Well, they're mistaken. It's for men too!

Tam-Tam: Well, isn't it? Do you ever see a woman going crazy at the sight of a beautiful man?

Thomas: All the time, many furries go after James 24/7.

James: I will NOT be hesitant to throw you guys onto the ground right now...

Thomas: Sorry...

Tam-Tam: Of course not. We don't even call men who are attractive beautiful. We call them "handsome".

Thomas: That's what James thinks.

James: Okay, cut that out, guys. I'm serious.

Leeko: Well, that woman at the door called me adorable.

Percy: Hate to break it to ya, Leeko. But you don't look any adorable to me...

Tam-Tam: Oh yes, all men aspire to be adorable, don't they? It's not like we lionize soldiers and heroes...

Mila: Yes, but brawns and brains aren't exclusive, are they?

Tam-Tam: Well, I know both of us try our best, Mila.

Leeko: She meant could a man be both beautiful and a warrior?

Mila: Lucky guess, Leeko.

Tam-Tam: Oh yes, I'm sure every soldier worries about what his hair looks like going into battle. Who cares about his prowess,

lethality, survival instincts?

Percy: I thought soldiers had brass helmets, rocket launchers and American accents, and they did stuff like rocket jumps and other American stuff.

Thomas: Percy, you've been playing too much Team Fortress 2.

Percy: Don't be so naive, Thomas. You know Joey plays it too.

Thomas: Can't remember if he ever played it, but I know he likes it and he kinda blends in well with their fandom. Unlike MY fandom...

Leeko: Killing and fighting, and achieving, eh? Guess I'm not a real man in your eyes, am I?

Tam-Tam: Now I didn't say that...

Mila: Leeko, why is this bothering you so much?

Leeko: Good question, I don't know. But I guess you're probably right.

I'm cute, I'm adorable, but I've never been a real man in the eyes of women,

especially someone bigger

or stronger than me. Like... uhh... James, for example.

James: Well, what'd you expect? I'm a mixed-traffic engine.

Leeko: ...But if you're right, Tam-Tam. Even if I WAS a hero, I'd never be beautiful.

Thomas: Don't let it get to you, Leeko. Beauty always lies within.

Tam-Tam: Come now, darling. That's not what you really want, is it?

Leeko: Sometimes I think I do want it. Looking at this statue, it makes me wonder...

Mila: Wonder what?

Leeko: Ummm... nothing...

Tam-Tam: Well, I can't speak for Mr. Adorable over here, but I've got a few questions of my own. Even if this statue was intended to be of a goddess, it was likely modeled after a real woman. Who was this woman? Why was she chosen?

What was her life like after the statue was carved?

James: I've got a good question too. When are you guys getting off of me? Your weights are causing my wheels to sink into the ground!

Thomas: Don't worry, James. We'll get down in a bit.

Leeko: I bet she was the envy of the world. Lit up a room just by walking into it. Always greeted with a smile. You know, it would be nice, wouldn't it?

Percy: Not really! It sounds like a fool's errand to me. I'd rather be respected than...

*Just then, an engine whistle sounds in the temple.*

Mila: What was that?

Toby: That whistle sounds familar...

*Just then, who should steam out of the shadows and into view but a very familiar green engine.*

Henry: Hey, you guys!

*The others gasp in disbelief.*

Toby: Henry?! How did you get in?

Henry: You mean, how did WE get in?

*Darious climbs out from Henry's cab.*

Darious: Well, let's just say Henry found a secret entrance to the back of the temple, and we both managed to get our way through.

Henry: Anyway, why are you guys stacking on top of each other?

Mila: Don't look at us, it was Toby's idea.

Tam-Tam: He thinks he can get the coin if we pile on top of each other.

Henry: Oh well, we live and learn. But don't worry, I can help.

Toby: Wait! Henry, I...

*But whatever Toby says is no use. Henry jumps onto the statue, which causes it to wobble and the others all suddenly fall down onto the ground.*

Thomas: Owww... Henry! Why'd you do that?

Henry: Don't worry, guys. I've got this!

*Suddenly, the statue topples over with Henry on it. The others get out of the way in time, but the statue falls to the ground and smashes, whilst crushing Henry in the process. The others

race over to the scene.*

Henry: AAAAAAUGH!!!!

Mila: Henry! Are you alright?

*Poor Henry lies, bruised, battered and bemused, on the ground with the shattered remains of the statue all around him.*

Henry: I'm fine. But now there's nobody to worship, I've killed a God...

Thomas: Oh dear... that's torn it. Duana and Angie won't like that.

Henry: Why are you guys looking at me like that?

*Henry looks down to find to find that coin has been lodged into his front brake pipe.*

Henry: What in the... ARGH! My brakepipe! What's happened, how is this possible?!

Tam-Tam: Astonishing, you've found...

Mila: The coin! You must've caught...

Henry: But... I didn't...

Thomas: *chuckles* "Become What You Seek". That's what it says, right? You were going on and on about not being highly-sprung and wanting to become useful.

Henry: For the absolute last time, THAT WAS YEARS AGO! THIS CLEARLY ISN'T WHAT I MEANT, GET IT OUT OF ME! Mila, tell the stupid things to... to...

Mila: Henry, it doesn't work that way.

Henry: But I don't want a coin shoved up my brakepipe... am I gonna die?

Tam-Tam: Hey... probably.

Henry: Oh, first Douglas, now me! And of all engines, WHY did it have to be me?

Mila: I've changed too, Henry.

Percy: No, you haven't, Mila. You look fine the way you are. Besides, how do these coins work?

Mila: Like we said, nobody knows for sure - they work in mysterious ways. Perhaps the...

Leeko: Never you mind about that. We've got to get out of here and explain what's happened. Maybe one of the engines will help!

Tam-Tam: Why would they help the big green guy? What do they have to gain, Leeko? Or should we call the big green guy "Hernia"?

Henry: HERNIA? It's Henry, ya bum! I'm still the same engine!

*Just then, Duana and Angie arrive back.*

Thomas: Oh crud, here we go...

*Angie and Duana see the mess Henry has made.*

Angie: Oh, my God... you've intruded. Did you look at the handsome rogue who did it?

Duana: Oh my Goddess, what happened here?

Henry: Go ahead, get the jokes out of your system. Give me the boot, if you actually wore some!

Angie: This ain't no jokin' matter, mate.

Duana: For once, Angie, we agree. Clearly, the Goddess wanted to help bring your spirit and body into alignment.

Henry: What the f**k are you talking about? Are you saying my spirit wanted to be strong? For the last time, I...

Duana: Of course, we just saw a miracle! The Goddess knew you were meant to be a strong, handsome locomotive and corrected things by happy accidents. What else

could it be?

Henry: That can't be right. I've just had a coin shoved right through my brakepipe, how am I supposed to shunt trucks now?

James: Tender engines don't shunt, you know that?

Percy: And tender engines don't spew their gob over past mistakes, James.

James: Oh yeah...

Tam-Tam: Is it so far off from what we'd guess earlier?

Henry: YES! It is! Duana, can't you fix me? Get me out of here? I almost can't feel my limbs!

Duana: How could I? Do you think I could answer prayers as well? Never mind that, why would I ever want you to be a highly-sprung locomotive again? Right now,

you'll be alright. Just think how your life will be now that you've been gifted such beauty. What an amazing blessing.

Henry: It's not amazing, it hurts!

Leeko: A blessing, you say?

Angie: More like a curse, mate.

Tam-Tam: Ah, the skeptic believes in curses.

Angie: You don't understand, mate. I didn't just come here to debunk any old rumour. I came here to make sure nobody ever promotes this terrible religion.

James: I said use the bloody Bible but nobody ever listens to me.

Angie: That's because it's not the Bible, mate. Duana thinks beauty is a gift from the gods. But in truth, it's more of a curse. Beauty ensnares the senses and clouds the minds of men.

It corrupts objectivity and nobility and it feeds lust. How can a woman cursed with beauty ever trust the opinions of others, when that beauty has poisoned their minds?

Tam-Tam: How miserable you must think bakers are.

Thomas: Bakers? Where'd she come up with THAT idea?

Tam-Tam: Oh, woe is me! I can never trust people's opinions of my pies! Hunger has poisoned the minds of my customers!

Angie: I'm not sure I follow...

Tam-Tam: Of course you don't, darling.

Duana: Henry should be happy that he can bring so much joy to the world through beauty. Just think of how much spiritual karma he'll build up.

Angie: Spiritual karma? You don't have any evidence for that, don't ya? What about this? Beauty causes negative karma. All those terrible thoughts, those visions of sensuality

that dance in the heads of others. They all cast black marks on your soul. You'll have to answer for them in the hereafter.

Henry: WHAT? That's not true, is it?

Angie: Of course it isn't, mate. That was just an...

Duana: Damn right it's not true, Angie. I liked you better when you didn't believe in magic or miracles.

What kind of nonsense is this? Keep quiet with all that talk, you'll upset dear Henry.

Henry: Hey! I...

Thomas: We don't have the time for theological debates. Our captain is waiting for us...

Darious: *from above.* And here he is!

*Darious jumps down but accidently crushes Henry's legs in the process.*

Henry: Wait, Darious... AAAUGH! MY LEGS!

Darious: Oh! Sorry, Henry!

*Scene changes to outside the temple where the engines and pirates are talking to Darious.*

Darious: So... you got what we came for, I trust?

Thomas: Yeah, but...

Darious: No, no. It's fine. I saw everything.

Gordon: Yeah... but where's Henry?

Mila: Ummm... he's kinda in a bit of a pickle right now.

Gordon: What'd you mean?

Mila: There's been a... *clears throat* development there, Gordon.

Percy: A couple of them, more like it.

*Just then, James and Toby steam out from the temple, hauling a very battered and fractically injured Henry.*

Henry: G-guys?

Gordon: Henry! You're... you're...

Henry: Yes, I know. The coins have given me a little nasty surprise, That's all. I kinda had it shoved really hard in my brakepipe.

Mila: I would've done something to help you if I could, Henry. But as Darious, Thomas and I found out, these things are hard to predict.

Henry: Yeah, but at least you managed to escape a giant 50 foot statue from crushing you to almost into a bajillion pieces.

Leeko: Whining like a little girl, I'm sure that strategy will pay off.

Henry: AW SHADDUP!

*Duana walks over to Darious, Mila, Thomas and Henry.*

Duana: I don't see why you're complaining. I prayed for so long and yet, the one who recieves the blessing of the Goddess that can't even appreciate it.

*Angie walks over to the gang.*

Angie: Henry, don't listen to her. What's happened to you is horrific and shameful. And you shall not rest until you put it right.

Darious: That's enough, both of you. Henry isn't some shameless engine to be gawked at and judged. He's... either way, Henry's a member of the Steam Team and all

of these engines, including the Dread Pirates, will be treated with respect. We have what came here for. So let's not waste another moment here, we're returning to the ship.

Henry: Finally, now I can rest. *turns to Duana and Angie.* And YOU TWO will be hearing from my lawyer about this.

*The engines and the pirates return to the ship on their next adventure.*

Narrator: Despite the little accident they had with Henry, Thomas and his Friends knew they would find the coins and get home soon enough. But would they succeed? Well, I'm sorry to say, but that's another story...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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