"Pineapples are nice." Percy said to James while the two were hanging out at Brendam Docks because they had nothing better to do.

"Yup," James replied. "And so are bagels. Their fluffy."

"Not as fluffy as mashed potatoes."

"Correct."

Percy blinked. "Hm, I'm in the mood to ask stupid questions. You up for it?"

"Sure." James replied flatly.

"Does husk make gaggles?"

"Only on Saturdays."

"Do trucks make traggles?"

"The hell is a traggle?"

"Are you fluffy? If so, can I pet you?"

"No." James deadpanned.

Percy pouted. "Well then," he sniffed, but continued on, "Are horses blue?"

"Of course."

"Do apples eat pineapples?"

"No, because pineapples are the genetically mutated version of apples. "

"What color are you?"

"Red, of course!" James growled. "And if any stupid idiot tries to repaint such a splendid engine like me awful colors again, I will personally curb stomp them in the heels."

"Okay den," Percy tried to think of another question. "Do fish get thirsty?"

"They live in water all the time, soooo no."

James paused. "Oh shoot, that was logic, wasn't it? Then yes, fish do get thirsty."

"What is a legit answer to a legit answer, which answered a legit question that answered a legit answer to another legit question that questioned an illegitimate answer?"

"Brownie."

"Wow. I think I just found the meaning of life." Percy said in awe, floating away.

"Hey!" Fatty trotted over to Lady Hatt. "Can I tell you the story of Sally?"

"Who?" Lady Hatt blinked, and then scowled. "Is Sally some women you're cheating on me with?!"

"What? No! Sally's a mat." Fatty explained.

"A mat...? As in those things you use to wipe your feet off?" His wife was now more confused than ever.

"No, no! It's an inside joke, you see. Sally is a rat with mallet hands." he told her.

"Um...alright, tell me the story of how this 'Sally' came to be." Lady Hatt said, sitting down on her chair.

"Mkay. Basically, when I was a young man, me and my friend were in the front ensemble of our school marching band. One day at practice, I accidentally dropped my mallets into a sewer. That's when my friend made up the story of Sally the mat!"

Lady Hatt was silent for a few moments before standing up and slowly walking away.

"Wait! Come back!" Fatty tried to go after her, but tripped on a piece of cardboard and fell flat on his face.

"Ow."

"I like the wind!" Skiff said to Henry, who was watching over a lemonade stand.

"I can see that." the green tender engine commented, and watched as the wind picked up and Skiff was blown away down the track.

"I'm dying!" Farmer M'Coll said dramatically, dragging himself across the ground. "Oooh, lemonade!" he crawled over.

"Ay, this is a little girl's lemonade stand and I won't let you steal it!" Henry hissed.

"Well too bad, you can't do anything about it!" he cackled and then snatched a glass of lemonade, chucking a quarter in the bin before scurrying away.

"How rude." Henry grumbled.

"Hi!" Charlie greeted cheerfully as he chuffed over.

Henry puffed.

And he huffed.

And he exploded.

The engines and other people gathered around for Henry's 'funeral'.

Thomas patted the tombstone that was apparently Henry's grave.

"Poor Henry. May he rest in peace." he said nonchalantly.

"Indeed. Such a shame that he's no longer with us." Edward added.

"...I'm still alive though..." Henry pouted from where he was located behind all the engines.

"Nope, nope, you're totally dead." Gordon sniffed.

"It's alright, Gordon's just in denial." Toby told Henry.

And then Gordon shoved the green engine into a bush, which somehow lead to a cliff.

Poor, poor Henry.

"Hey Percy, do you steal stuff from shops?" Duck asked him for no apparent reason.

"That's mean! So no." Percy peeped.

Then Sir Robert Norramby came out and started dancing. "Why the fuck you lying, why you always lying, mmmm oh my god, stop fucking lying."

"I'm not lying!" Percy whined.

"Yes, you are." Sir Robert pointed a finger at him and narrowed his eyes.

"No pointing fingers please!" squeaked Duck.

"Fine." Sir Robert un-pointed his finger and then he randomly started melting.

"I like fire." Duck piped in.

"That's awesome." Ben said flatly.

"Really?"

"No."

Duck choked on a pancake. "You're such a meanie!" he whined, and then Ryan came over and bashed his face in.

"MAI NAMZ RYUN!" Ryan said cheerfully to a crowd of children that had appeared. Then he started eating them.

"NOT THE CHILDREN!" Trevor broke into hysterics.

Duck stared at Ryan with a strange look.

"Alright, this is getting creepy." he said quietly, floating away.