A/N Percy streak over, as Thomas is in the title of the episode this is based on.
Hey, it's me, Thomas, again. This time I shall tell about a missing Christmas tree.
It was two days before Christmas. Many children were expected on the Island of Sodor. All us engines were busy with the final preparations. Sir Topham Hatt wanted this year's carol party to be an extra special celebration. Sir Topham Hatt was now waiting impatiently for me.
"Quickly now," he said. "Our Christmas tree has arrived just in time. I want you to fetch it, Thomas. Duck can look after Annie and Clarabel until you get back."
"Will we be able to sing carols, too?" I asked.
"We'll see," promised Sir Topham Hatt.
"It would be nice to sing carols again," I sighed as I set off on my important mission. I collected the tree safely, but large snowdrifts lay ahead. We'd sung carols before and I thought it was brilliant.
"I mustn't be late," I thought. "Sir Topham Hatt is relying on me.". Being on time matters to me, even if I can be cheeky.
Whistling bravely, I tried to move. But I couldn't. There was worse to come. I was snowed under. Meanwhile, the other engines waited and waited. They were grumbling about me being late. I learned this after I got back to them.
"Silence!" said Sir Topham Hatt. "Thomas left the Works safely, but snow has brought the telephone lines down. We must assume he is stranded."
The engines now felt sorry for me and cold but confident, the twins set off the rescue. Suddenly, they came to a drift that was deeper than most. There I was, calling for help.
"Help!'
"Hush!" said Donald. "I can hear something."
"Probably the wind," said Douglas.
"Help!"
"No, listen," insisted Donald.
"Over here!" I heard the twins and let them know I was there.
"Oh, it's Thomas. Come on, the poor wee engine must be frozen to the frames in there."
When the workmen arrived, it took some time to decide how to dig away the heavy drifts of snow. Driver and my fireman, who had taken shelter at a nearby cottage, joined the rescue. At last, I and the precious Christmas tree were free from the snowdrift. I shook the snow off. Then, we set off once more to finish our long journey. Sir Topham Hatt greeted us warmly.
"As a reward for all your hard work, you may go and enjoy the carols. Be quick now. "
At the big station, all was soon ready.
"One! Two! Three!" Sir Topham Hatt was saying it was time for our party.
Suddenly, like magic, the station was flooded with lights.
"Ladies and gentlemen and children, I give you three cheers for Thomas the Tank Engine and all his friends who had made this occasion possible." Sir Topham Hatt was praising us for what we'd done to make this party happen.
Then, there was a familiar whirring sound. Percy and Toby smiled. They knew who it was. With landing lights shining brightly, Harold the Helicopter touched down gently in the snow, bringing the great surprise of all, Santa Claus. Everyone cheered, and the party began.
"It's no fun getting stuck in the snow," I whispered to Percy. "But it was worth it for this party. Happy holiday, Percy. Happy holiday, everyone." It was my second time stuck in the snow, but it was just such a dreadful amount this time, so not my fault. That time I got stuck because I damaged my snowplow taught me I quite dislike being stuck in the snow. But my tree fetching helped this party happen, so no regrets.
A/N I'm not British, he is. So I tried with the English, except when I felt more comfortable with the word used in my country's dub. When he said "brilliant", that's a British use of the word, as an example of me writing in his dialect as best I can, as these are pretend dictations. I'm now halfway in this fic.