Another Thomas rewrite, this time it's my favorite story and all-time classic "Thomas Comes to Breakfast" with added lines by tate310. Enjoy and comment.

Thomas the Tank Engine has worked his branch line for more than ten years now, and knows it very well.

"You know just where to stop Thomas!" laughed his driver. "You could almost manage it without me!"

Thomas didn't understand that his driver was joking, and puffed away.

Later, he boasted to the others.

"My driver says I don't need him anymore!"

"Don't be so daft." snorted Percy.

"I never would go anywhere without my driver." said Toby earnestly. "I'd be frightened."

"Nonsense!" boasted Thomas. "I'm not scared."

"You shouldn't go it." said Toby.

"I will!" said Thomas. "You'll see.

When Thomas woke the next morning, he saw that his boiler had been lit, but his driver hadn't come yet.

"Here's my chance to show everyone wrong! I'm just going to go out, then stop and WHEESH! That will make Toby and Percy jump.

So very quietly, Thomas puffed out the door.

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it!"

Thomas thought he was being clever, but really, he was only moving because a careless cleaner had fiddled with his controls.

Thomas soon realized his mistake.

First he tried to WHEESH, but he couldn't. He tried to stop, but he couldn't! He just kept rolling along!

"The buffers should stop me." thought Thomas.

But there were no buffers. The tracks ended at the road! Thomas's wheels left the track and crunched the tarmac!

"I'm going to crash!" exclaimed Thomas.

He didn't dare look at what was coming up ahead! There was the stationmasters house! The stationmaster and his family were about to have breakfast.

"HORRORS!" cried Thomas, and shut his eyes.

There was a loud CRASH! The house rocked, broken glass tinkled, and plaster was everywhere! Thomas collected a bush on his travels. He peered into the room through his leaves. He couldn't speak!

The stationmaster was furious! His wife picked up her plate.

"You naughty engine!" she boomed, "just look what you've done to our breakfast! Now I'll have to cook some more!"

She banged the door so hard, that more plaster fell, this time on Thomas!

Thomas felt depressed.

Workmen propped up the house and laid rails through the garden.

Soon, Donald and Douglas arrived.

"Do not worry Thomas! We'll soon have you back on the rails!" they laughed.

Donald and Douglas, puffing hard, managed to haul Thomas to safety. His funnel was badly twisted, and he was in disgrace.

There was worse to come.

"You are a very naughty engine!" said Sir Topham Hatt.

"I know sir, I'm sorry sir!" said Thomas, whose voice was muffed behind his bush.

"You will go to the Works to be mended, then I'm locking you in the sheds until further notice."

"Yes sir!"
"Meanwhile, a diesel rail-car will do you're work!"

"A d-diesel sir?" Thomas sputtered.

"Yes Thomas. Diesels always stay in their sheds 'till they are wanted. Diesels never wander off to breakfast in stationmasters houses!"

Sir Topham Hatt sternly walked away. I wonder if Thomas has learned his lesson, don't you?