Thomas whimpered. "It's times like these I hate being a train that can only move on tracks."
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sir Robert Norramby came out and tackled Farmer Trotter onto the ground, screaming, "CAW CAW MOTHERFLUFFER!"
Fatty was brought out of his hypnotized state and blinked.
"Hey!" he yelled, snapping his head all the way around to look at the brawling Sir Robert and Farmer Trotter.
He squeaked. "W-Wait! Don't get any blood on my porch! Just look at the paint job!"
The fat man ran over to try and pry them apart, but ended up getting flung into a mud pit.
"Not my fine-looking suit! I paid five dollars for it!" he wailed.
"Crap, my plan screwed up bad." Gordon pouted and sulked away into a siding.
Sir Robert decided to finish the scuffle by chucking Farmer Trotter high into the air. The farmer disappeared into the distance and landed...somewhere.
"Sir Robert has saved us all!" Edward cheered, and everyone began cheering and chanting his name.
The Earl of Sodor bowed. "Why yes, this island and its engines must continue to be insane and random! And as the Earl, I'm making it sure it stays that way." he said proudly. He then added, "Though honestly, I think I should be reprimanding the author for getting my name wrong all these past chapters."
"Yes, yes! And we must celebrate...with mints!" James exclaimed, and mints, gum, and other mint-flavored candies started raining down. Of course, James' shrine for his mints also appeared in front of everyone.
"Owww." Toad muttered as he was hit with various peppermints.
Bill and Ben shoved James' shrine out of the way and their drivers began building another one for Sir Robert.
"C'mon, we need to honor our hero! We must shower him in confetti and pancakes!" Ben told James.
"And you just had to move my mint shrine to do that," James suppressed a hiss before adding, "But you have a point. Celebration time!"
Thomas locked up Gordon in a cell made out of cheese and jammed on 'Uma Therman' and a bunch of other currently popular songs the author didn't bother naming.
"Yush, yush, thank you, my fellow papayas." Sir Robert continued bowing in front of the engines, who tooted their whistles in unison.
Gordon continued sulking in his cage. "Can I come out now?"
"No," Thomas stuck out his tongue. "You have to be punished for your cruel actions."
"All I did was try to change the island back to normal! How can that be so bad?!" Gordon wailed.
Samson spoke up this time. "It is one of the most despicable crimes someone could commit on this island! And to be honest, Thomas was way too soft on you."
"Well, he's my old time friend, Samson, and probably a friend of yours too. What else was I supposed to do with him?" Thomas muttered.
"He deserves to be thrown into a volcano," Samson grumbled, and narrowed his eyes at Gordon. "I'll get you back one day."
"Oh god." Gordon gulped.
Duncan tapped Luke on the shoulder. "Hey," he began. "Did you know I can move mountains, and I can work a miracle? I'll keep you like an oath, may nothing but death do us part."
"Wut?" Luke blinked, very confused.
Then Mr. Percival came racing over and stomped on a cockroach with his huge shoe, but that said roach somehow survived and scurried away.
"You wanna screw wit me you cheeky cunt?!" the controller growled, chasing after it.
Rheneas puffed over to Luke. "Don't mind Duncan, he's just being weird," he told the little engine. "Either way, did you hear about what Sir Robert did? He saved us all from going back to normality!"
Skarloey sobbed in a corner. "It could've worked," he cried. "But nooo, Sir Robert just had to save the day! I didn't even know Gordon was sane, and now my dreams have been crushed."
Duke scoffed. "Gordon isn't sane, the only sane engine here on Sodor is, unfortunately, Skarloey the old dude."
Skarloey sniffled. "That is offensive."
"I'm hungry," Sir Handel chuffed over to Donald, who was at the quarry doing nothing discernibly useful and surprisingly not with his twin.
"Can I eat you?" he asked.
"What?!" Donald shot Sir Handel a look as if the blue narrow-gauge engine was completely insane (which is actually true to some point), and then he slowly backed away.
"Don't be fazed by Sir Handel, Peter Sam just force-fed him lollipops earlier." Rheneas told Donald nonchalantly.
"Huehuehue, lollipops." Peter Sam giggled at Skarloey, who was not in a very good mood.
Skarloey growled. "Don't huehuehue me, Peter Sam. Do remember that I am your leader!"
"No, you're not." Peter Sam sniggered, and tumbled away.
Meanwhile, back with the Steam Team, they were still partying.
"Let's hope Diesel 10 doesn't destroy the party again like last time." Percy peeped to Emily.
"Um..." Emily glanced up. "I think it's Sailor John who we should be worried about."
Percy looked up, and saw Sailor John hanging down from the steamers and holding a muffin and dynamite in his hands.
"Geez, who you do you think you are, Michael Bay?" Percy muttered.
"Maybe I am," Sailor John smirked, taking a bite out of his muffin. "And now, it's time I blow up this party!
"Please don't," Emily deadpanned, "It'll only make us have to clean up an even bigger mess after all of this is over."
"Hm, well I suppose you're right." Sailor John shrugged and threw the dynamite away.
An explosion was heard in the distance. Emily sighed and decided to throw herself off the rails since she couldn't facepalm.
"Guess what?" Thomas tooted to Samson, who was now grumbling in a siding.
"What?"
"I'm blue da ba dee ba do dah-"
"Shut up."
"Humph, how rude." Thomas turned into a tumbleweed and rolled away.