Hey Everyone! This chapter still takes place the week before the first chapter...I don't own Thomas-

SS!Thomas the Tank Engine: Of course you don't!

Mattel owns this light blue piece of crap!

SS!Thomas: F#$@ you!

So Read, Review... React, Relax... And Enjoy!

Back at the Steamworks...

Molly opened her eyes as she then stared around the area. She couldn't speak at first, so she mindlessly smacks her lips in expectation. She then smelled something funny, but thinking that it was marijuana, she looked at the piece of her prefrontal cortex that fell out.

"Ah... Shmell... Weeeeeed!" The poor Claud Hamilton lost her mind before licking... LICKING the brain segment that was right infront of her before lifting it and swallowing it. "*gulp* Mmm..." Molly then rocked the facility with a loud burp.

After waiting for a few minutes, the brain fragment somehow reattatched itself to her brain once more as a nervous Emily slowly puffed in.

"Mmm..." The Stirling hummed out nervously as she meekly stared at Molly.

Silence engulfed the room and Molly was going to say 'what do you want, you drunk?! You have placed me in too much pain!', but it went out differently... and in a voice that sounded like she ccame from the ghettos of Compton. "Dafuq do ya want, ya b!tch@ss h- da hell you did to mah voice?!"

"Ah dunno! Ye spad out yer bren!" The Stirling cried out in confusion

"Ah sound like a BLACK GIRL!" Nearby, Nia glared at Molly in disgust.

"Es nae as bad as ed es Molle-"

"IN GRAY SKIN!" That gave Molly a paint can to the tender from Nia.

"*clank! splosh!* Oniroyin funfun ọmọbirin (Racist white girl)! Shut up already!" The KUR ED1 shouted out before storming out of the Steamworks.

"B!tch #ss ho." Molly then puffed up her cheeks and pursed her lips as she then glared at Emily. Seeing that her rival is upset about her new accent, Emily deciced to get some help and get an apology gift.

"*chuff! chuff!* Ah jos won ta seh sorreh!" Emily then shouted out before leaving the Steamworks. Molly had one more thing to say.

"THEN MOVE YO GREEN FAT#SS!!!" Smirking to herself, the victory was short lived by a beration from Victor. "Hehe! I tricked her-"

"OI P#TA (HEY B!TCH)! SILENCIO ALL READY!" Oh boy, this will be a long talk... All in Spanish also! What would be the international term for a Mexican-Salvadorean? Mexival? Truxican?

With Emily... (Emily's POV)

"Hm... Wha's a good geef fer Molleh?" Hng! My bloody brain is killing me! I should never have done that challenge Donald and Douglas gave to me! I went around and around Vicarstown for something good! *sigh* Where is Thomas when you need him?! If I were an E2, where would I b-

"*peep! peep!* MORNIN'EMILY!" What the?! How the bloody hell is Thomas going 80 Kilometers per Hour?! Without ROCKING also! I thought he... I though he... Nevermind! I chased him down the rails as I used my ridiculously natural accent, asking for help and advice.

"Waid! Tomas! *huff!* Ah need help! Ah don' know da derections! Ah af ta faen' a geef! Molleh's actin' lahk a black person!" Behind my favorite E2 ironically enough, a Black Baptist choir was throwing garbage at me for saying that! The bloody hell?! I just wanted to know what is the perfect 'ged wael befor Ah beacha wid a bloodeh shovel' gift for Molly! But they are hurling stuff out of Annie and Clarabel!

"Pfft! Seriously?!"

"Tomas dees es a serious madder! A bloodeh Hamilton los her accen! Er voice es-"

"Like your accent? I can barely understand you most of the time!" What?! Thomas barely understands me?! Do I have to get drunk for this?! Atleast I snook on my buffers a bottle of Spirytus Rektyfikowany... The world's strongest beverage in the world!

"*sigh* led meh gedda drenk! *drinks the entire bottle of Spirytus Rektyfikowany... Crack!* Thomas! Even if I am bleedin' drunk right now, listen to me! I don't know where to find a gift for Molly and this is worse than when some purple alien snapped our drivers away!"

"Oh! Okay! Uh... You sound like a Brittish girl when dru-"

"That's not the point! When you are done, can you come with me to search for a gift?! Come on! I know you are a useful engine despite being a mechanical failure!" Up ahead, there ish a bair of switchish. Sho I had choo end deh conversashun quickleesh.

"Yeah! I can do that!"

"Thanks Tommy!"

"QUIT USING THAT NICKNAME! T- Too late! I am shooo drung n' flushtered to think shtraight...

"WHAT? I'M TOO DRUNK RIGHT NO-" Oh! I feel so warm insi-

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, WOMAN! YOU'RE GONNA DRIVE INTO THE MARSHES!" I could have driven myshelf into the nearbah marsh if it washn't fpor Thomash attatching Annay... Or wash that Clarababael? I shee shomething brown.

"Ooh... I don't wanna lose ya, Thomas... MAKE OUT WITH MEH!!!"

A few minutes later... (No-one's POV)

"Hi! Welcome to Kentucky Fried Chicken! How may we help you?" A cashier asked out loud for Thomas as he hauled a sober Emily with him to a nearby KFC drive-thru.

"Yeah, hi. Uh... Can I get thirty buckets of the original fried chicken?"

"That is 1,109.7 U.S. Dollars sir. Unfortunately, our drive-thru has been filled up. We can deliver it to you outside.

"Alright." All Emily could do was snigger at the gift when it came out though... It took a thousand just to buy a truck load of chicken.

Back to the Steamworks once more...

Molly was somewhat getting more nervous about her new voice. When she tried to say 'Mother', it turned into 'Mammy'. The voice reverted back to normal though. She was smirking way more than what she was used to... She was also wondering where was Emily so that she could trick her.

"Hullo Molleh! Ah brough ye fried chicken!" It was a troublesome truckload of fried chicken. The truck was being consolidated by Thomas until Molly decided to drop a bomb on Emily.

"Are you f#$!ing mental b!tch?! Ah ain't hungry!" All Thomas could do was growl and shout with the truck.

"Ugh... Bust my buffers... WHAT A F#$!ING WASTE OF FOOD HERE!" Molly and Emily were dumbfounded all the way to their buffers. Little did Molly know that her original accent returned.

"What was that?" Emily was shocked and enraged that Molly lied to her.

"... Ya thought Ah wos a bleedin' idiot?" Boi, she got exposed.

"Sh!t..."

"Hohoho! Ya af 30 secons before Ah can KEEL ye...

"Sh!t!" Molly was backing up as she went to the back exit. "VICTOR!!! LET ME OUT, PLEASE!!!"

Emily was smiling. She then looked behind her tender, asked Thomas a simple question and asked it with a wink in her left eye: "So Thomas... Do ya accep de offar Ah maed when Ah wos drunk? Do ye *wink*?" Thomas then gave a shocked expression before reverting to a bored expression.

"Nope.

Later...

"Oi Molleh!!! Ere's a present, ye ungraetful b!tch!" Emily was firing stolen missles at Molly.

Present day at the smelter's yard...

"Hah! My revenge is complete! Molly clamored as she then rolled out of the smelters with Emily laying on her sides. Unfortunately, the two of them were confronted by the police and were arrested... When Emily was the victim.

Chapter 3 end...

References:

1. Isn't it funny how victim becomes the victor sometimes?

2. Racist Molly and an also racist Emily

3. Nia, from the recent episodes of Thomas and Friends

4. I might do Borderlands sooner or later

5. E2s can go up to 50-55 miles per hour

6. Sorry Thomas,E2s were mechanical failures

7. Spirytus Rektyfikowany, the world's strongest alcoholic beverage... In the earlier development of the Simply Stupid series, this beverage was going to be Emily's favorite drink... Until I noticed the bottle of scrumpy from a certain Tavish Finnegan DeGroot from Team Fortress 2

8. KFC

9. Police brutality?

That's all for now folks! The Deportation will come in soon!