After Fatt Hatt heard about me attempting to harm Lady, I was sent to work in the ironworks as a punishment for my misbehavior and to try to get me to change my attitude.
That controller is honestly just so pathetic. Any other controller would do the job much better than him for sure.
Years have passed since I tried to destroy the magical engine, and recently, the controller of Sodor decided to take a vacation, leaving a so-called "Mr. Conductor" in charge. As I was snook out of the ironworks and wandering the island knowing that Fatt Hatt won't catch me, I saw a blue whale and a kettle arguing at the station like children during playtime. I think the whale was yelling at the kettle for being late, but that's beside the point. Having no time for horseplay, I decided to zoom past them.
"Out of my way!" I yelled getting dirt in those knucklehead's faces. "I have unfinished business here and I want to finish it fast!"
"Diesel 10's back!" Cried the trembled blue whale, or should I call him Gordon because that's his name.
"Yes, ten out of ten for devious deeds and brutal strength!" commented the kettle, Thomas. "The blast from the past who hates steam engines!"
He could say that again.
"Maybe we do need Mr. Conductor here after all. On time too…" said Gordon, still scared.
I'm quite bamboozled on how Gordon, who looks like he would squish a narrow gauge engine in 3 seconds flat, would boast about his size and how he's apparently stronger than the others and then he looks at me and screams like a little girl. Besides that, what is Mr. Conductor gonna do to stop me? Punish me by sending me to the yards? Yeah right. I could just pick him up with my claw and chuck him across the room. These engines need this Mr. Conductor like a hole in the head.
Not only was I trying to escape the ironworks for a bit, but I was heading to Knapford Yards to discuss the plans to Splodge and that Fatt Hatt was away for some time. I think Fatt Hatt should've thought twice about that vacation though because little does he know, this diesel with a claw is going to dismember a magic steamie limb by limb while he's sipping on pina coladas.
I arrived at the yard and to no surprise, Splodge was arguing just like Thomas and Gordon at the station.
"You're going to deliver that train. Dodge."
"No, you're going to deliver that train, Splatter!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
I had enough of nonsense ever since I heard the puffball arguing with the galloping sausage, so I decided to shut them up.
"You know, I think Pinchy is hungry for two diesels who act like a couple of babies!" I yelled as pinchy snapped open and shut. That got them to pay attention. At least I get respect some way or another.
"Oh, hey ten! Uh, h-how are you doing?" Said Dodge nervously as he looked at me.
"Listen up and listen well. Sir Topham Hatt is away on holiday. And while he's enjoying the time of his life on that holiday, we are going to destroy that magical engine once and for all!"
"But Ten, how will we do that if we don't know where that engine is?" Asked Splatter.
"It's simple," I explained. "Mr. Conductor most likely has information about the magical engine. If I can blackmail him into telling us about her, then we will have a better chance of finding that engine! Now split up and start looking!"'
"Oh alright Ten!" said Dodge as he ran off to search.
"You got it." said Splatter calmly as he searched too.
While those two airheads went looking for Mr. Conductor, I did some searching of my own. While I was passing by Tidmouth, I overheard a conversation from the blue puffball and the red tomato.
"Sandal fly! Boot Fly! Shoo fly! That's it! Better still, buzz off!" said James as he was annoyed by a fly.
"Botheration!" said Thomas as he backed into a pair of buffers.
"You weren't concentrating, Thomas! Lucky for you that the buffers were there." James told Thomas. He's gonna need that luck alright.
"That's what buffers are for- to stop engines from crashing… Why are you in the sheds, James?" Thomas asked curiously.
"I'm feeling a little blue… which isn't so hot when you're red." James said metaphorically.
About time that he swallowed his pride.
"I was naughty and Sir Topham Hatt told me to think about all the ways I can be useful. Then I can come out again."
I was sent to the ironworks and was to stay there and he has the bolts to complain about being sent to the sheds? What a big red baby.
"He's just trying to make this a better railway for steam engines!" Explained Thomas cheerfully (and what a joke too). "Sir Topham Hatt says the harder we work,the less he'll need diesels to help."
That's when I decided to intervene. How dare he think that diesels can't help?
"Help? You? You'll always need help! Because steam engines are cowardly, cranky, worn-out hunks of metal who couldn't hurt a fly!" I said harshly.
"No we're not!" Snapped James.
"Yes you are!" I said.
"Aren't!"
"Are! Now, I've come back to find a lost steam engine-"
"What?!" James interrupted.
"-I'm gonna destroy her and dominate you!" I continued. "And then you'll be nothing but useless scrap! Right, Pinchy?" Pinchy snapped open and shut as I left the area.
"Big Bully! Stinker!" James yelled at me. And I'll agree with him.
"We're really useful engines! You won't dominate us and you won't destroy her! We won't let you! Neither will Mr. Conductor. I'm off to fetch him now!" Thomas said as he left.
We'll see about that, little puffball. Don't get your hopes up because your puny little Conductor can't do anything to help.
"What lost engine?" said James, all confused.