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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Christmas Story 1): Thomas's Christmas Party

It was Christmas on the Island of Sodor. All the engines were working hard. Thomas and Toby were busy carrying people and parcels up and down the branch line. Everyone was happy.

Only the coaches Annie and Clarabel were complaining. "It's always the same before Christmas!" they groaned. "We feel so full! We feel so full!" "Oh, come on!" said Thomas. "Where's your festive spirit? Christmas day is almost here." By the side of the track was a little cottage with a familiar figure waving to them. "It's Mrs. Kyndley." whistled Thomas. "Peep! Peep! Happy Christmas!" Thomas always felt better for seeing her. "Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas without Mrs. Kyndley." he said to himself. When work was over, Thomas went to see the other engines. All their coats had been polished. "Huh!" said Gordon. "Just look at us. Your driver will have to work fast to get you as smart as us." "Never mind that." replied Thomas. "I've something important to say. Do you realise it's a whole year since Mrs. Kyndley saved us from a nasty accident? Do you remember when she was ill in bed and…" "Yes, of course." interrupted Edward. "You told us how she waved her red dressing gown out of her window to warn you about a landslide ahead." "And you and Toby gave her presents." Percy joined in. "Percy: And the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt sent her to Bournemouth to get really well in the sunshine./And Sir Topham Hatt sent her to the seaside to get better." "But…" said James and Henry together/said the other engines. "…the rest of us have never thanked her properly." "Exactly." said Thomas. "So now I think we should all give her a special Christmas party."

Everyone was getting very excited, and the drivers felt sure that the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt would agree, as indeed he did. The engines were all busy making plans, when silence fell. The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt had bad news. "The weather's changed badly. Mrs. Kyndley is snowed up. Toby says he'll help to rescue her. You must help too, Thomas. There's no party unless you do." Thomas hated snow, but he said bravely… "I'll try, sir. We must rescue her, we must." "There's a good engine. You and Toby will manage splendidly."

Thomas charged the snowdrifts fiercely. Sometimes he swept them aside, sometimes they stuck fast, and the men had to loosen them. But at the cutting near the cottage, they could go no further. "Look at that!" exclaimed Thomas' fireman. "Peep! Peep! Peep! Here we are!" whistled Thomas. An answering wave came from an upstairs window. Then they heard a familiar sound. "That's Terence." said Thomas. "He's come to help too." Sure enough, Terence had a snowplough and was working hard to clear a path to the railway line and safety. At long last, the rescue was complete. Percy took the tired workmen home. Terence said goodbye to Mrs. Kyndley, and promised to take care of her cottage as he watched them all set off.

The engines made good time. No more snow had fallen, but the yard was dark. There was no one to be seen. Thomas' heart sank, but not for long. All the lights suddenly went on. What a marvelous site awaited Mrs. Kyndley. "Well done." said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "I'm really proud of you all." Mrs. Kyndley especially thanked the smaller engines. "Thomas and Toby are old friends." she said. "And now, Percy, you are my friend too." Percy was very pleased. "Three cheers for Mrs. Kyndley!" he called. "Peep! Peep! Peep!" they all whistled as they began to sing. ♪We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year. Good tidings we bring to you and your kin. Good tidings for Christmas, and a happy new year. We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year.♪ Thomas the Tank Engine and his friends thought it was the best Christmas ever, and Mrs. Kyndley could think of nowhere should rather live, than here with them on the Island of Sodor.

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Emily and Molly's Christmas Rescue

Here is my early Christmas special.

Again, inspired by the works of The Buried Truck, Maithwaiter, and The Jolly Mariner.

Special thanks to BEC for helping me out!

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 70): Bowled Out

One day, the Diesel (whose number was D261) surveyed the shed. "Not bad." he said. "I seem worse, but at least you're all clean." The engines glared. "It's not your fault, but you're out of date. Your controller/Sir Topham Hatt should scrap you, and get engines like me. A fill of oil, a touch on the starter, and I'm off. No bother, no waiting. They'll have to fuss round you for hours before you're ready." The engines were furious!

The next morning, the engines had an indignation meeting on the turntable. "Disgraceful!" said Gordon. "Disgusting!" put in James. "Despicable!" finished Henry. "Tae say such things to ooz!" burst out Donald and Douglas. "It's tae teach him a lesson wuld be one. But how dae we dae it?"

Their chance came sooner than expected. D261 was purring comfortably. The Inspector watched the fitter as he made final adjustments. The wind tugged the inspectors hat. D261 rolled up beside them. "Look at me, Duck and Stepney!" he boasted loudly. "Now I'll show you something!" D261 rolled proudly towards his coaches. Then, it happened. Shaking and spluttering, D261 stopped. Meanwhile, the inspector looked for his hat. D261 seethed with fury as Duck and Stepney pushed him back to the shed. "My hat!" exclaimed the Inspector. "You sucked it through your air intake!" "Bother your hat." said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "The heavy train is due out. You'll have to take it, Duck." "Can I help him, Sir?" asked Stepney. "Very well." replied the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "I'll see what I can do."

The engines were soon ready. "Gordon will takeover from halfway, so get the train to there. Nevermind about being late. Good luck." "Don't worry, Sir." smiled Stepney. "We'll get there, and be early too." The Cavalcade moved between the rails, and out to the open line. "Now for a sprint!" huffed Stepney. "I'm ready when you are." replied Duck.

First, they rushed through Edward's Station. Next, they charged up Gordon's Hill and Beyond. They felt the drag of the heavy coaches here. It was hard work. But Once they reach the Top, they ran smoothly down the line towards the big station.

"Hello! You're early." said Gordon. "That's one in a headlamp for ol' Diesel!" "James says he's sick as boiler sludging sulking in the shed." "Serves him right for saying we're out of date." And Gordon chortled away.

Next day, everyone came to say goodbye to Stepney. "Come back and see us soon!" whistled the engines. "And you're always welcome on my Bluebell Railway too." replied Stepney. Then he puffed away.

What about the diesel (D261)? He had slipped away in the night before. He said goodbye to no one, but he left two things behind. The Nasty Smell of Bad Manners, and a Battered Bowler Hat.

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys, Starring Trainz Railroad Simulator 2022 (Story 69): Train Stops Play

Stepney the Bluebell Engine was busy talking to the other engines. It was his first visit to their railway and he was having a splendid time. "You are very lucky engines." he said. "Your line has got everything. It's long enough to give you a good run, and you have plenty of passengers. Then you have a quarry and a mine, so you'll need plenty of trucks/cars. Trucks/Cars are fun. I miss them on our line." Percy was surprised. All the engines thought trucks/cars were trouble. "You're welcome to take some of mine," he said, "but you better ask driver first."

Stepney took the trucks/cars to the harbor. Then he picked up a load of empty ones and started back.

p ahead was a cricket field. The game had just begun. Stepney and his driver had to wait at a signal. "Good." said his driver. "We can watch the game." Then there was trouble. The batsman hit the ball. It flew high into the sky towards Stepney's train. "Clunk!" went the signal. "Thump!" went the ball into a truck/car, but neither driver nor fireman heard it. "Stop!" yelled the players, but Stepney didn't hear them. "Come along, come along." he puffed to the trucks/cars. "Our one and only ball!" cried the players. "Wake up, Caroline." they said to their old car. "The chase was on."

Caroline coughed crossly and rolled down the road. Stepney wasn't hurrying. Caroline soon came up behind. "Toot toot!" She wailed. The players shouted, but Stepney was still too far for his driver and fireman to see or hear properly. They completely misunderstood. "If those jokers want to race," said the driver, "they can have one. Faster, Stepney, faster!"

Poor Caroline wasn't happy at all. She rattled along at twice her usual speed. "I shouldn't be treated like this." she grumbled. "This pace is too hot for my system. It'll fuse all my circuits."

Suddenly, Stepney was nowhere to be seen. "Hurrah!" cried Caroline. "That silly train has run into a hole so we can't catch it. I can go home now." But she couldn't. Her driver pounded Caroline on up the steep hill and then down the other side towards the station.

Stepney was already here when Caroline cluttered in. "We need our ball back!" cried the players and explained everything. The ball was nestled under some straw and the third truck/car from the van. "We found it!" cried a player. "We're sorry." sighed the driver. "Ah, you couldn't help it." replied the player. "Now we must get back quickly." "You'll be lucky." said the driver. "Caroline looks worn out." And she was. The driver spoke to the stationmaster and the signalman and they all agreed on a plan.

Soon they had rolled Caroline on to a flat truck/car, and a break van coupled behind. The players crowded inside and Stepney pulled the train back to the play field.

Everyone enjoyed watching the game. Even Caroline was pleased. She doesn't think trains are silly now. "They have their uses. They can save wear and tale on a poor car's wheels."

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 68): Stepney's First Day on Sodor

One morning, Stepney was preparing for a big day when the Bluebell Controller arrived. "Good morning, Stepney." said the Bluebell Controller. "The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt has invited you to visit on his railway. Do you think you can work hard for me?" "Yes Sir. I will try Sir." said Stepney. "That's a good engine." smiled the Bluebell Controller. "See you in 4 Days." Soon Stepney was ready to go. The guard/conductor blew his whistle and waved his flag, and he puffed away.

Meanwhile, Percy was talking to Douglas about the visiting engine. "He runs a famous branch line on the Bluebell Railway. Did you know that?" said Percy. Douglas was intrigued. "Aye, it mebbe famous," he said, "the two branch lines are the second to hae Thomas and Edward." "Douglas! Look!" squeaked Percy. ""Silly, how can I luk? Unless I'd be a corkscrew." "Why have they all come? There's no train yet." But Percy was wrong. The Signal dropped, and from far away Stepney's Whistle. "Here he comes!" yelled Douglas. Stepney puffed proudly through the Junction. "I hope you'll meet Thomas too." said Gordon. "You two have branch lines to be proud of." agreed Henry. Stepney smiled, and went to meet Edward.

First, Stepney went to tell Edward about his past. Then Stepney helped Duck shunt coaches in the yard, and they worked together all afternoon.

After that, Thomas arrived. "Sorry. I can't talk because it's time for my last Branch Line train. Mustn't be late." He was hardly out of sight when Stepney and Duck heard shouting at the station. Moments later came the alarm. "Stop all trains!" The signalman answered the telephone. "A special is it? I see." Thomas was concerned. "Why are we waiting? My passengers are being delayed." "Because," said his Driver, "we are being shunted to allow another train to pass." Soon they heard an unfamiliar puffing sound. There was Stepney with his headlamp swaying and whistle blowing. He gathered speed and disappeared. "Well bust my boiler!" said Thomas the Tank Engine.

Next morning, Thomas was still fuming. "Shunted at my own Branch too! It's a disgrace!" "I'm sorry." said Stepney. "I was a special." "Why?" asked Thomas. "Because an important passenger arrived just as you left." replied Stepney. "He ordered a special train, and Duck lets me take it. We had a splendid run, but uh…" "But." finished Thomas. "It can make an engine nervous not to know the line, right?" "Exactly!" said Stepney. "You're such an expert." Thomas felt much better. He couldn't be cross anymore, and he began telling Stepney all about his Branch Line.

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“I am the pretty guardian who fights for love and for intelligence. I am Sailor Mercury! Douse yourself in water and repent!”

Sailor Senshi Appreciation - Ami Mizuno / Sailor Mercury

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 67): Gallant Old Engine

Duncan would not stop grumbling. He grumbled that he wasn't polished enough. He grumbled that he was overworked. Most of all, he grumbled about the Passengers.

"I'm ashamed of you, Duncan." said Skarloey. "Thank goodness Rheneas is coming home soon. Perhaps he'll teach you some sense before it's too late." "What has Rheneas to do with me?" "Rheneas saved our railway." replied Skarloey. "Please tell us about it." said Peter Sam. "Well," began Skarloey, "it was before you came here. Things were bad. Rheneas and I had to keep the trains running, or our railway will have to close." "How awful." murmured Peter Sam. "I've tried hard," continued Skarloey, "but my old wheels ached. Rheneas understood. 'It's my turn now.' He'd told me. He was often short of steam but he always struggled to the station and then rested there. 'I mustn't stop between stations.' Rheneas would say. 'The passengers wouldn't like it.'" "Humph!" huffed Duncan. He had stopped on a viaduct and hadn't cared at all. "Passengers," continued Skarloey, "get cross if you stop at the wrong places. Rheneas stopped in a wrong place once and this is what happened. One wet and windy afternoon when the rails were damp, Rheneas was traveling home with a full train. They were even passengers and a break-van/caboose. It wasn't a comfortable ride at all. Rheneas' wheels kept slipping, and it was a steep climb. At last, his wheels gripped the rails again. 'The worst is over.' he thought. 'Now we're away.' But they weren't. 'AAH, I'VE GOT CRAMP!!!' he groaned, and Rheneas stopped on the loneliest part of the line. His driver examined him carefully. 'Your valve gear has jammed. We need to reach the next station. Do you think you can still get us there?' 'I'll try.' replied Rheneas. Rheneas did his best. 'If I fail,' he thought to himself, 'the passengers will be cross and the railway will close.' Everything blurred. He was really too tired to make another turn of his wheels, but he did, and another, and another, and another. Finally, tired but triumphant, Rheneas reached the station. 'I'm here at last!' he wheezed. 'Thank you for getting us home.' said the passengers. 'We'll tell all our friends what a fine railway this is.' His driver was delighted. 'You're a gallant little engine.' he said to Rheneas. 'When you're rested, we'll mend you, so you'll be ready for tomorrow.' And," smiled Skarloey. "Rheneas always was ready for tomorrow." "Thanks for telling us about him." whispered Duncan. "I was wrong. Passengers are important after all."

The next day, Rheneas came home. All the engines were there to greet him. Edward pushed his truck/car to the siding where he was lifted on to his rails. This was the signal for a chorus of whistles from engines large and small. Everyone was happy and Rheneas was the happiest of all. "You know," he whispered to Skarloey, "this helps a little engine to feel that at last, he has really come home."

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys, Starring Trainz Railroad Simulator 2022 (Story 66): Passengers and Polish

Nancy is a guard's/conductor's daughter. One day, she was working on Skarloey with some polish and a rag. Skarloey was snoozing happily but Nancy wanted to talk. "Wake up, lazybones. Your brass is filthy. Aren't you ashamed?" "No." yawned Skarloey. "You're just an old fusspot." And Skarloey closed his eyes.

He was thinking about his friend Rheneas, and all the good times they had shared before Rheneas went away to be mended.

Nancy interrupted again. "Don't you wanna look nice when Rheneas comes home?" Skarloey wasn't sleepy anymore? "What? When?" "Soon, daddy told me. I'm going now." she said. "Nancy stop. Do I really look nice? Please, polish me again." "Now who's an old fusspot?" laughed Nancy and set to work once more. Duncan was jealous. "Aren't you gonna polish me too?" "Sorry not today. I'm going now. I'm helping the refreshment lady this afternoon. We must get the ice cream ready for the passengers. Never mind, Duncan." But Duncan did mind. "It isn't fair!" he complained. "Peter Sam gets a special funnel, Sir Handel gets special wheels, passengers get ice cream, but I'm not even polished."

Of course this wasn't true, but Duncan enjoyed complaining. He became sulkier still.

That afternoon, there was bad news above the line. "One of Skarloey's coaches has come off the rails." called Duncan's driver. "We'll have to take workmen here right away." "All this extra work!" grumbled Duncan. "It wears an engine out!" "Rubbish!" said his Driver. "Come on!"

The derailed coach was in a middle of Skarloey's train, so he had gone on to the top station with his front coaches. Duncan shunted the work's trains into the sidings and left the workmen to sort out the mess. Then he brought the passengers and rear coaches home. He sulked all the way. "I get no rest, I get no rest." he muttered. Duncan had made the journey very difficult. He was short of steam so his driver waited a while in the hope of raising more. But Duncan wouldn't try. "We'll keep our passengers waiting." said his driver. Duncan was cross. "You always think about the passengers and never about me!" It wasn't long before Duncan built up enough steam and set off again. But he was still very grumpy and cross. "I'm overworked, and I won't stand it!"

At last, they reached the viaduct near the station. "Come on, Duncan!" called his driver. "One more effort, and you'll have a rest and a drink in the station." Then Duncan was very rude. "Keep your old station! I'm staying here!" And he did too. Skarloey had to haul Duncan and his train all the way to the platform.

The passengers were furious. They told everyone what a bad railway it was. (Passengers arguing) "We're losing money."

That night, The Thin Controller/Mr. Percival spoke to Duncan. "No passengers means no polish." "And no polish means no passengers." Duncan muttered to himself. He still has a lot to learn, doesn't he?

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 65): Steam Roller

Sir Handel kept slipping between the rails. So workmen gave him some special wheels. They have broad tires to hold the rails, but they're unusual.

One day, the other engines wouldn't stop teasing him. "Look at his Steamroller wheels!" they joked. "Be quiet." snorted Sir Handel. "You're jealous." "Don't worry." soothed Peter Sam. "The Engines all teased me about my special funnel, until they learn how useful it is." "Did you hear that?" asked Sir Handel. "My wheels are special like Peter Sam's Funnel. Now I can go faster than anyone of you." Skarloey had a plan to make Sir Handel see sense. "With your grand wheels, Sir Handel." said Skarloey. "You're just the engine to tackle on George." "Who's George?" "That steamroller over there." replied Skarloey. "Listen." The Steamroller was making rude remarks about the engines. "Railways are no good! Turn'em into roads! Pull'em up, turn'em into roads! Railways are no good! Turn'em into roads! Pull'em up, turn'em into roads!" "Don't worry." said Sir Handel. "Leave him to me, I'll send him packing." George will soon get a run for his money.

Later that morning, George was at the level crossing. Sir Handel came by with his first train. "Huh. You're Sir Handel, I suppose." Sir Handel was standing no nonsense. "And you, I suppose, are George. Yes, I've heard of you." "And I've heard you too because you swank around with your steamroller wheels pretending you're as good as me." "Actually, I'm better. Goodbye." George chuffered on, fuming.

Later that day, Sir Handel brought a special load down after the last train had gone. When he reached the road, he saw George trundling home. Sir Handel tried to attract his attention. "Peep! Pip! Peep!" George took no notice. There was barely room to pass. Sir Handel was cross. "Get out of my way you great clumsy roadhog!" "Huh! I don't move for imitation steamrollers. You don't know the road! Get out of my way!" Then there was trouble, George crashed into Sir Handel's load, then he lurched and stopped. "Ah!" cried Sir Handel. "That was your fault!" "No it wasn't it was yours!"

Everyone was arguing about who was to blame. "Hello, hello, hello." said the policeman ominously. "And what's going on here?" This made everyone stop arguing. So they set to work clearing up the mess instead. Next Day, the workmen put up a fence between the road and the railway while they went away taking George with him. Sir Handel thought that he had made George go away.

He talked of nothing but steamrollers. "Oh dear." whispered Skarloey. "He's worst than ever. I'm sorry if my plan was no good." "Never mind." said Rusty. "We'll think of something else." But they have no need to do that. Some boys arrived instead. They pointed at Sir Handel til' they cried. "Look! Here's Sir Handel. He tried to race a steamroller, but the steamroller nearly beat him." "Yeah. (Giggles)" Sir Handel never mentions Steamrollers now.

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 64): Special Funnel

It was winter, and Peter Sam puffed nervously along the line. His funnel wasn't the same since he had his accident with some trucks/cars. Now the biting wind was trying to blow it away. "My funnel feels wobbly." he complained. "I wish manager would hurry up with my new one. He said that it would be something special." "You and your special funnel." laughed the other engines. They were fond of Peter Sam, but his special funnel had become quite a joke.

The Winter Winds grew worse. The rain came too turning hillside streams into torrents, and were threaten to wash the line away. Rusty the little Diesel worked hard carrying workmen up and down the line. They were removing trees and branches so that water can flow them away.

But one morning, Rusty's Driver brought bad news. "There's been a washout near the tunnel. The track bed has been swept away. We must repair the damage immediately!" The important work took longer than expected. As the days went by, the weather changed. It became frostier and much colder.

The Workmen finished at last. Peter Sam was most careful as he took the morning train over the mended piece of track. Soon they approach the tunnel. It was short and curved, so his driver couldn't see right through it. Peter Sam was heading for trouble. "There's something hanging on the roof!" shouted his driver. Peter Sam came out of the tunnel, a different looking engine. He didn't have his funnel anymore. "Here's what hit you, Peter Sam." called the Guard/Conductor, and he produced a thick cold icicle. They started off again, but without his funnel, the journey was difficult. Then his fireman saw the old drain pipe right beside the track. "We'll use that instead of your funnel. At least it'll help control the smoke." Peter Sam finished his journey with the Drain Pipe wired up to his boiler. The other engines laughed, and Sir Handel sang a song about it. "♪Peter Sam said again and again, his new funnel will put ours to shame, went into a tunnel, and lost his old funnel, now his famous new funnel's a drain.♪" "Oh I can't stand it!"

The teasing continued til' at last the day came, when his new funnel arrived. The Thin Controller/Mr. Percival proudly presented it. "Oh dear, someone squashed it." said Peter Sam, but the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival laughed. "Don't worry, Peter Sam. This funnel is something special indeed. You'll soon see."

Peter Sam's new funnel had special pipes which made puffing much easier. "I feel stronger than ever before!" he hummed. Even Sir Handel was quite impressed. "I can't understand it. Peter Sam just seems to be strolling along the line. He makes work look so easy."

The engines don't laugh at Peter Sam's Funnel now. They wish they had one like it.

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