(Hey guys. It's been a while since I've at least previewed one of these stories but I've been so busy with college that I didn't get around to it. I have the whole summer to get all five stories done before preparing for my Christmas fanfic (which I'll reveal small details about around August), and I've got Adventures Of Henry complete as well, going on to my next TAB followup: Adventures Of Toby. Anyway, here is a preview of my next story, which I won't set any particular deadline...just have it up whenever. Enjoy!

No Twin Is An Island

Moral: teamwork is the best way to get the job done/special features make you useful in your own way

Short Synopsis: Donald and Douglas enjoy working together and one day, Sir Topham Hatt calls them over to work at the Coal Depot. Unfortunately, Edward has broken down and Douglas is assigned to help James with a heavy line of coal trucks in his place. The twins are dismayed to be separate from one another, but when James and Douglas struggle with getting up Gordon's Hill, Donald arrives and saves the day.

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(Donald and Douglas chuff about Arlesburgh Harbor)

Now the twins keep themselves very busy, as they pull trucks and coaches about on the "Little Western" branch line. The twins never like to apart from one another and work best in pairs. Sir Topham Hatt knows this better than anyone else on Sodor, but sometimes the job might require only one of the twins.

(Scene cuts to Donald and Douglas chuffing together on the same track with a heavy load)

The twins also have two-tone whistles, a quality that most of Sir Topham Hatt's engines don't have, but some of the big engines like to tease the twins for this special quantity.

(Gordon whistles as he speeds up his Hill with the express when he gets stuck halfway up)

Gordon: O the indignity.

(Scene cuts to Edward chuffing towards Gordon's hill)

Edward soon came to help Gordon as always. Donald and Douglas were on the next track, hauling a heavy load.

Donald

And (whistling) Good day, Edward.

Douglas:

Edward: (panting as he pushes Gordon's coaches) Hello, Donald and Douglas.

Douglas: Keep yer steam up.

(The twins chuff farther up the hill and catch up with Gordon)

Donald

And (whistling) Good day, Gordon.

Douglas:

But Gordon only laughed.

Gordon: (chuckling) Your two-tone whistles. Such an amusement to listen to.

Donald: (suspicious) Hey, what's a'that supposed to mean?

Gordon: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm usually controlled towards your practical jokes, but it sounds as if a tugboat horn's been stuck in your funnels. (chuckles)

(Donald and Douglas' expression turn glum as they carry on up the hill)

This made Donald and Douglas feel quite hurt. They enjoyed practical jokes indeed, but they didn't like being made fun of about their two-tone whistles)

Gordon: (reaching the top) Express coming through! (racing down and overtaking Donald and Douglas)

(Scene cuts to Donald and Douglas conferring with Duck and Oliver in the yard)

One day, the twins were bragging about their teamwork to Duck and Oliver.

Donald: I don't believe ya two understand.

Duck: What wouldn't we understand, Donald?

Douglas: How dependent Sir Topham Hatt is on Donal' and I working together. We make a grand pair.

Oliver: That may be so, Douglas. But you know, Toad and I don't always work together.

Donald: What do you mean, Oliver?

Oliver: Toad spends some of his time in the Shunting Yard while I take ordinary coaches of passengers from Knapford to beyond. But he works with me whenever I take Isabel and Dulcie out and he helps keep my trucks in line too.

Douglas: Still, ya see my twin and I, the both of us seem inseparable. There's no way Sir Topham Hatt might ever bring us apart from one another.

Duck: (looking over) Oh, really? (as Sir Topham Hatt walks up) Try telling him that to him now then.

(Donald and Douglas gasp as they look over to Sir Topham Hatt, who walks before the twins)

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