This is it, everyone... The story of Sudrian Stupids!

I don't own Thomas the Tank Engine nor anything else that may be referenced in Simply Stupid.

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"AHHH!!!" Everyone on the ship screamed as the ship rocked back and forth like a skateboard on a half-pipe.

"I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!" Rosie screamed out while she and Molly kept slamming into each other violently.

(Play Slide - Super Mario 64 by GilvaSunner...)

"AHHH- *crash!* AH- *crash* AH- *splat!* NO!!! JIMMY WAS TWO DAYS FROM RETIREMENT!!!" Henry wailed when he crushed a crew member that he just met during the trip.

"*plop!* Something is in my nose!" Thomas was no different however. He has a bottle of scrumpy lodged into his nose.

"*BRRAAAAUUUP!!!* I feel so woozy... HAHAHA! I'mma BLOODY TRICYCLE!" Emily got drunk again. "RIDE ME HARDER DADDY! RIDE ME LIKE A MOTORCYCLE THAT'S DOING A WHEELIE!" Thomas couldn't help but groan when he heard that, with a battered Molly and the drunk Emily coupling up to him on both sides.

"*sobs* Everything hurts!" Molly cried out to Thomas.

"WHEEEEEE!!! *KR- KRASH!* WHEEEE!!! *KR- KRASH!*" And Percy was slamming into everything in his unguided path! It was a massacre as the ship rocked.

"WHEN WILL THIS STOP?!" Called James as he and Edward slammed sides.

"WE DO NOT KNOW!" Gordon replied before he was hit in the face by his loosened tender, watching the thing slide off the ship and into the Atlantic Ocean. "My tender! This is worse than the time I was dared to share a shed with that horrid skank, Pitchford Hall!"

"PITCHFORD HALL WAS WHAT?!" Edward shouted out before looking back at an old memory. "I remember in the summer of 1899 when I slept with a- CRATE!!!"

The screams continued for a few hours before... *KR- KR- KR- KRUNCH- CH!!!* a sickening crash happened!

(Quit the song, it's getting more depressing than the fact that the locomotives were deported...)

"Guys..." Thomas whispered before fainting.

August 25, 2018...

Thomas was surrounded by sand and the remains of the recently deceased ship he and the steam team rode on. Finding a small piece of driftwood and swallowing the piece, he made some steam so that he can move forward and look for the others.

"Hello? Anyone?!" The E2 called as he quietly puffed on the rail-less sand. He saw some dead Humans and the face of the ship, but not a single steam engine.

"*snore* Hehehehe! *snore* hehehehe!" That was Molly, but where are the others? "*snore* hehehehe! *snort*-"

"Molly!" Thomas called out when he tried to steer to the right, revealing a half-submerged blue Claud Hamilton with a wet mess that was a snot bubble.

"*cringes* Hi Thomas?"

"Do you know what happened?"

"I- I d- do n- not know!" The Claud Hamilton stuttered out when Thomas tried to haul her up to the surface. "I do not know where they are. *spots Emily...* I do see that (disgusting) Stirling though. I saw Annie and Clarabelle as well. I lost my tender when we crashed..."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that... Isn't that the last of it's kind?" Molly nodded when Thomas asked that. "*sigh* Lets get the-"

"Aye! Howfur ur ye, Tommeh?" Emily called out as she, Annie, Clarabelle, Henrietta and Edward were pulled by Rosie and Percy.

"Oh! Hey guys! Where's James, Henry, Gordon and Toby?" Thomas clamored while Molly gave a death glare.

"I want my oatmeal!"

"Shut up, Grandpa!" Rosie cried out to Edward. "Toby's looking for some freshwater puddles. He and Henry are gonna be here soon with James and Gordon in tow."

"Mhmm... Did anyone see what we crashed into?" Molly asked to break the tense ice. A not-so shy move that gave a double-take from everyone except a fuming Emily.

"Ah think a wee boulder... But yer bum's oot da windae, Molleh!" Everyone then took that as 'Your butt's out of the window, Molly!'

"What?"

"YER' NAE MAKIN' SENSE!"

"Yeah... Shut up Emily." Molly deadpanned as she rolled her eyes. Emily has never seen such bullsh#t coming from Molly before.

"*pfft* Slut."

"What we are going through reminds me of the biography of that one guy couple hundred years ago who stranded on an island." Rosie lamented as she DEEPTHROATED a piece of driftwood and swallowed it whole. "*stared at by everyone...* What?! I was hungry!" Now it was Thomas' turn once more.

"Robinson Crusoe was never in this mess! Also, chew your food, that's why we have teeth."

"Thomas has a point, American Fat#ss!" Percy called from behind, sticking his tongue out like a thermometer. "You blot! You underaged American thot!"

"But I'm in my 70's..." The SR USA then whined in response to the insult. "Frickin' pussy puster!"

"And most of us are a century. So don't question about age!" Thomas lightly retorted. "You and Molly are the youngest in the group, I just realized that! One is in her late 80's and the other is in her 70's! Now, where's my- Oh crap, he's gone!"

"Who's gone?" Molly asked.

"I brought a narco van full of marijuana with us on the trip!" Since when was there a scenario that Thomas was in without getting stoned other than the time he was stuck in Misty Island?

"I'm over here!" Narco called out as he was pulled up by Toby and James with Henry and Gordon in tow.

"The S.L. Indignity has arrived!" Gordon clamored as Toby steered to the right so that both he and Toby can see Thomas.

"Weed delivery! Get your narcotics while it is fresh!"

"All freshly grown AND from the brake van!"

"Hey Henry, Gordon, James, Toby a-"

"Enough with the bullsh#t. Where are we? It's freezing cold here!" Narco finally grumbled out, giving Thomas and the other steam engines a literal lenny-face. Emily then face-palmed her forehead with the tip of her tongue.

"Ne'er mind... Da whole lot o' us ur oot da feckin' windae..."

Chapter 5 end...

SS!Emily: WHAUR UR WE?! FECKIN' CANADA?!

No... I was thinking of stranding the whole lot of you in North America. SERIOUSLY.

References:

1. The Locomotives/Steam Team weren't fastened onto the ship that well

2. Pitchford Hall

3. Bitchford Hall from IronLawl's B1tch of the Yard

4. I actually had to study Scottish slangs for Sudrian Stupids. I should study a little more so that I can make Emily an extremely Scottish, but mentally British GNR Stirling Single

5. Deep throating a long piece of wood like a thot and a clever rhyme

6. Daniel Defoe's Robinson Crusoe

7. Thomas and Friend's Misty Island Rescue special

8. All of the tender engines are missing their tenders! How will they move now?!

That's all for now, folks!