So, we're out in the middle of nowhere with a brand new character named Toby the tram engine, or "tramp" engine as I like to call him because I'm trying to come up with shit that's actually funny. All joking aside, Toby's actually a lot like Edward: He's old, chill and a huge pussy.

Also, Toby's not alone because he's always pulling around some equally old coach named Henrietta, and she's like, "Goddamn it! I used to be such a popular whore that was stuffed to the fuckin' brim by humans! Now, I'm reduced to a slut that has to stare at an old engine's ass all day! What kind of fucked up life is that?!"

And Toby's like, "Whoa, dude, just chill out. You're still a high-class whore in my book."

"Toby, there're two reasons why what you just said sounds so wrong. One: I can already tell you're just saying that because you're a fuckin' doormat, especially we've been good friends for years. And two: Because we're such old friends, hearing you say that raises a lot of red flags regardless because we've never had sex and never will. I mean, I will probably have a good chance of gettin' laid again because of my experience, despite my old age. But you? Heh-heh, I don't think so."

"See, this is why no one else will work with you."

So then, Tobes and Henhouse stop by a station where The Fat Cunt's waiting with his family, but Tobes doesn't know it's him because he hasn't met him yet, which means he hasn't been bedazzled by his ultimate pimpness.

Then, Sir Whale Weight's granddaughter's like, "Granddad, what the fuck is that faggoty thing?!"

And the grandson's like, "Shutthefuckup, Sis! You're gonna piss it off, and then they'll burn us with their steam jizz!"

And The FC's all, "He's right, ya little bitch. Also, he's a tram engine."

"Is it electric?"(canon dialogue)

And Toby's like, "The fuck did you just call me?! The fat guy's right! You are a little bitch!"

"Well, I'm a kid, so if you thought you'd get any respect from me, you're even more retarded than I am."

"You win this one."

So then, Henrietta lures them in with her slutty siren serenade, and they all go for a little ride because…why not? And just as Toby starts clinging onto the hopeful feeling of giving people joy with simple rides, his manager up and ghosts him.

But then, his driver's like, "Hey, dude! Guess what! You can quit your sulking!"

And Toby's like, "You mean, you've finally come to put me out of my misery, so that I no longer have to suffer the cruel, unexpected fuckboy that is life?"

"Uh…no? Something came in the mail for you."

"Is it bleach? I could go for a gallon or two, and considering I'm a fucking engine, it'll probably take more than that."

"Jesus Christ, Toby! No, it's a letter from that fat guy!"