Disclaimer: The Thomas series does not belong to me. I don't even want to own it.

A/N: This is more of an inside joke between me and two of my friends. You guys won't get whats so funny, but my friends and I will be roaring with laughter.

You see, Thomas the Tank Engine had a short term memory problem. And in the end, this was what outdid him.

Yes, Thomas was a great train, and his legacy stays with us forever. This tank, though at first a bit arrogant, was loved by all. He stood up for his friends and helped them whenever he could.

This young tank was always eager to prove himself, and was therefore, accepting anything that keep his way. Any mission. Any delivery. No matter how impossible it seemed. He escaped from dangerous situations unscathed. He solved problems and created friendships.

One day, Thomas died. Yup he died. Because of his amnesia problem.

Thomas had decided to take a break with all his hard tasks and do some easily deliveries for a while. So, he was loaded up and sent on his way.

Thomas chugged along the railroad track absently, until he came to a fork in the track. His eyes widened. "Which way do I go?" After a quick eeny-meeny-miny-mo, he went headed to the left.

So once he was a few miles into the track, he encountered a tunnel. A small, dark tunnel. Thomas felt his engines quicken in excitement. He loved tunnels!

So, he chugga-chugged inside, gaining speed, only to meet a dead end. Thomas sighed as he realized this and backed out of the tunnel.

But once he was outside, his short term memory came into play. Thomas looked around curiously, shrugging. He chugged into the tunnel, supposing that this was the way he was headed.

So once again, Thomas chugged inside only to encounter the dead end. And then he backed out again, and once he was outside, his memory went blank.

This happened quite a few times, actually, going in and out of the tunnel.

At one point, Thomas began to feel frustrated, so he decided to go really fast. And so he did, ramming face first into the wall.

He shrieked. Yelled. Cried.

There was blood and bolts everywhere. He groaned and backed out of the tunnel and this time, he remembered what happened. He remembered the dead end. Tiredly, he chugged back home.

He didn't make it. He passed out there, in the middle of that fork in the road.

Poor Thomas.

LOL. Do you get it? I doubt it. This whole drabble is based on one thing.

A hint: The word starts with 'S'. Do you know now? If you think you know, tell me and we'll see if you are right.

Aww come on! Guess! But I have to admit, it is a bit hard. There is one sentance that actually suggests what this is about.

This is based off of a story by my friend. With her story, she has scarred the way I look at Thomas (and trains in general) forever.

Haha you guys still don't get it do you? PM me if you are really curious.

XOXO

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