A/N This is based on Bowled Out, told by Stepney and Duck.

Hey, it's us, Stepney and Duck. I, Stepney, start, but Duck will tell part of the story.

My visit to Sir Topham Hatt's railway was coming to an end.

"We shall miss you," said Sir Topham Hatt. I quite liked him, because of his love for steam engines like me.

Then, he turned his attention to all the other engines.

"My railway is very busy and I'm pleased with you, but you need help. A diesel is all that's available. Please do your best to avoid any (ahem) disturbances." I give it to Duck for awhile.

"What does that mean?" I whispered.

"That means this diesel is difficult," snapped James. He had the most diesel prejudice of us engines.

And he was. The diesel surveyed the shed.

"Not bad, but I've seen worse. At least you're all clean."

We engines glared. This diesel was difficult, as James said.

"It's not your fault, but Sir Topham Hatt should scrap you and get engines like me. A fill of oil, a touch on the starter and I'm off. No bother, no waiting. They'll have to fuss around with you for hours before you're ready.

We were furious, so our drivers did what they could to calm us. Next morning, we held an indignation meeting around the turntable.

"Disgraceful!"

"Disgusting!"

"Despicable!"

Gordon, James and Henry used their words to show how cross they were. Donald and Douglas were angry as well.

"To say such things to us," cried Donald and Douglas. "It's to teach him a lesson we be wanting. But how do we do it?"

Their chance came sooner than expected. The diesel was purring comfortably. An inspector watched a fitter making adjustments. The wind tugged at the inspector's hat. The diesel was ready.

"Look at me, Duck and Stepney. Now, I'll show you something."

He rolled proudly toward his coaches... then it happened. The diesel, a class 40, made bad sounds and broke down. Shaking and spluttering, the diesel stopped. Meanwhile, the inspector was looking for his hat. The diesel seethed with fury as I, with Stepney, pushed him back to the shed.

"My hat!" exclaimed the inspector. "You've sucked it through your air intake!"

"Bother your hat. The heavy train's due out. You'll have to take it, Duck. Stepney, will you help please?" That was Sir Topham Hatt, asking Stepney to help me take the train.

"Thank you, sir," cried Stepney. "I like a good long run on my last day.

We engines were soon ready.

"Gordon will take over from halfway, so get the train to there. Good luck."

"Don't worry," smiled Stepney. "We'll get there and be early, too."

The cavalcade moved carefully over the rails and out to the open line.

"Now for a sprint," puffed Stepney.

"I'm ready when you are," I replied. I give it back to Stepney.

Soon, we were whizzing through Edward's Station. Next, we charged at Gordon's Hill beyond. We felt the drag of the heavy coaches here. It was hard work. At last, we were running smoothly toward the big station.

"Hello! You're early!," said Gordon. "That's one in the headlamp for old diesel."

"James says he's sick as boiler sludge and sulking in the shed." That was my reply to the bigger engine.

"Serves him right for saying we're out of date!" Gordon was mad over that diesel still.

And Gordon chortled away. Next day, everyone came to say goodbye to me.

"Come back and see us soon!" whistled the engines.

"And you're always welcome at my Bluebell Railway, too," I replied. I wanted them to know, if their controller allowed it, they could visit me. My controller welcomed all steam engines. The Bluebell Railway's actually quite familiar to me, as it was originally part of the railway that built me, as I'm from Brighton Works, just like the E2s. There's only Thomas left of them and it makes him very sad to think about being the last of his kind. I shall give him a buffer press, an engine hug, if he ever visits me and is in tears. If he knew the Bluebell Railway was LBSC trackage, I think he'd weep if he came.

Then I puffed away. What about diesel? He's slipped out when no one was looking. But he left 2 things behind: a rather nasty smell and a battered bowler hat."

A/N My Thomasverse Bluebell Railway's like TRS. Review, but respect my Thomasverse.