Okay everyone, I know I said I may possibly be making Trip Down Memory Train stories for other characters - I'm SLOWLY getting there XD But give me a break, I got...3-4 other fanfics on the go, I've got drawings I need to do, and I need to revise for my final exams, so I'm pretty crammed up here. But regardless, I managed to get on with two characters we love ;) their peppery, proud, and Scottish XD
So, all we know about Donald and Douglas so far, is obviously only Donald was expected on Sodor, and Douglas was mos likely going to be scrapped. With the information I got, and a little creativivity, I managed to come up with a five part story for them ;)
So, let's sit back, relax - and lets join Donald and Douglas on their Trip Down Memory Train ;)
Donald and Douglas are Scottish twin engines who work their hardest on the Island of Sodor. They are hard-working and proud. Although the twins now see Sodor as their home, and they enjoy their new life here, the beginning to their life on Sodor was not the greatest of starts.
Originally, only Donald was expected to arrive on Sodor, but Douglas also tagged along, in fear of being scrapped in Scotland if he was left behind, and their crews couldn't bare to see their engines apart either. They intended to perform outstanding work, in hopes of them both being able to stay – only they both caused quite a bit of confusion and delay between them.
However, with help from the other engines on Sodor, and a bit of a deputation, Donald and Douglas were allowed to stay on Sodor, and they have both been kept busy ever since. They are often seen along the Mainline, and down the branch line, delivering the heavy goods.
One afternoon, Donald and Douglas were both sent to the scrapyard to pick up trucks of scrap. The journey was smooth and uneventful.
Until Douglas saw the sight of the scrap.
His boiler began to shudder, his face went pale, and he began to stutter and shiver from pure fright. Donald could sense his twins agitation, and deep down, he knew the reason why.
"Golly, Douglas, are ye alright?" Donald asked back towards his twin, although he could possibly tell why.
"O-Oh! I'm fine Donald, just..." Douglas stuttered, looking at all the scrap, "...n-nevermind."
"Okay...but if ye nee tae blether, juist tell me, a'richt?" Donald spoke soothingly towards his brother, receiving a small hum in reply.
The rest of the day ran on as usual, however Donald could see his twins haunted look. He looked as though he had saw a ghost.
Later that evening, the twins set forth to their shed. They arrived and saw Duck and Oliver already there, chatting. The twins settled in and the mood was cheerful – well, apart from Douglas' haunted face.
"Douglas, whatever has happened? Just look at your face!" Duck chirped.
"Is something wrong?" Oliver asked, worriedly.
"Hm, oh nah, nah...I'm fine. Juist hud a ill day, that's all..." Douglas replied, although the two Great Western engines could tell something was up with their Scottish friend.
"You know if you need to get something off your boiler you can always tell us." Duck encouraged.
"Say no more Duck." Donald spoke up, in his brothers defense, "I'm sure this'll finish in the morn. Just ye wait-"
"It wilnae Donald!" Douglas cried out, "I'm juist an fraidy cat, let's face it."
"Whatever are you on about Douglas?" Oliver dared to ask.
"It's scrap! Na matter how many times I pass it, it juist terrifies me!" Douglas cried.
The two Great Westerners were left confused, and looked to Donald for an explanation. Donald didn't know whether or not to tell them about the real cause of Douglas' fear of scrap.
"Shuid ah tell thaim, Dougie?" Donald asked his twin.
Douglas just sighed, looking down glumly at the rails, "Aye Donnie, ah dinnae care..."
Donald just sighed, "A'richt, I will tell ye, juist as lang as ye keep it tae yourselves."
The two Great Western engines eagerly agreed, and listened closely to Donald and Douglas' tale.
"This happened wey back in bonnie Scotland, shortly afore we arrived 'ere..."
The skies of the railway, once linked to the Caledonian Railway, were grey, and cloudy, but it did not detere it's people or its engines from getting ready for a hard days work. Although the Caledonian Railway was no more, having joined the London, Midland, Scotland Railway – until all the railways formed to become British Railway – the engines from the era were still hard at work, and living their lives to their fullest.
In a little shed, two identical engines awoke from a well earned slumber. They were both painted in British Railway black, and they had their numbers on a plate on their boilers, 57646 and 57647 respectfully.
The two engines were so identical, even down to their facial features they looked alike – this is because these two engines were twins!
As the two engines opened their sleepy eyes, they looked at one another, with their iconic chirp in their voices.
"Guid morning Douglas!"
"Haha, guid morning Donald!"
The two engines chuckled, greeting each other eagerly for the days work. Shortly after, their crews – who were also all related – joined their respective engines. They soon got the twins stoked for the day, ready for a useful days work.
"'n' how urr ye Dougie?" Donald asked cheerfully.
Douglas couldn't help but chuckled with his brother, "A'm fine Donnie, juist need tae refill me water. That dumb diesel yesterday made a hold-up 'n' made me late – 'n' ah didnae hae time tae fill up."
"Ahh, Dinnae let thaim git tae you. I need tae refill too, how aboot a race tae th' water tower?" Donald joked, "Loser haes tae be th' banker engine wi' oor brakevan Ethel."
"Ack, na way, eEhel is a crabbit auld van - if she wis human, she'd be whacking oor smokeboxes wi' a stick! and forby, ye'll aye beat me fur ye'r older than me!"
"Ah, Ethel's juist an auld brakevan - ye mist respect her. And ah dinnae beat ye a' th' time!
"Ye dae too!"
"Do nae!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!
"Do too!"
Despite the twins constant quarrels, they always come back together again – they are twins after all, the closest bond that any engine can have. Besides, their grudges do never last for long. Donald and Douglas always come back together again, and they do adore each other.
However, the twins were so busy arguing, they didn't notice the time...
"Oh na! Ah forgot! Mary-Beth!" Donald cried out in realisation.
Douglas also froze in realisation, "Oh na! She'll be sae mad funnel wull burst!"
"She may be a tank engine, bit she's an organised one she is!"
"We better hurry, mibbie we'll git tae th' yaird afore she does!"
"And pick up Ethel oan th' way!"
"But isnae Ethel broken-"
"I ken! bit we git bigger problems tae worry aboot now!"
"This is a' yer fault!"
"It isn't!"
"It is!"
"It isn't!
"It is!"
While their tongues continued to blame one another, the two engines quickly set off, stopping by the water tower, refilling their gauges, and quickly made their way to the yard.
Hoping that Mary-Beth wasn't there before them...