Thomas, Bloom and the Twins

A Winx Club/Thomas & Friends Crossover by Andrew Crumb

Based on the Railway Series Book by Chrisopher Awdry, the Thomas and Friends TV Show by Britt Allcroft, and the Winx Club TV Series by Iginio Straffi


Chapter 1: Scambled Eggs

"The bridge across the River Els needs repair," Sir Topham Hatt told the engines and their fairy friends. "I shall have to make a weight limit across it for a while. Percy and Daisy will be alright, and Toby too, but Thomas is too heavy."

Thomas and Bloom looked anxious.

"How would you two like to go and help Edward and Tecna?" suggested Sir Topham Hatt.

"Great idea, sir," agreed Bloom.

"Can Annie and Clarabel come?" asked Thomas.

Sir Topham Hatt shook his head. "They'll be needed here, I'm afraid," he said. "Daisy can't carry all your passengers on her own."

Percy and Musa promised to look after Annie and Clarabel, but they were sorry to see Thomas and Bloom go.


To cheer Thomas up, Edward and Tecna took him and Bloom to see Bill and Ben, the twin engines lived at the china clay harbor, along with Riven and Nex.

"Oh, dear, not another blue engine, said Bill cheekily. "First Edward, and now..."

"Don't forget Gordon," interrupted Ben. "He and Aisha came here once by mistake, so he said. I don't think he enjoyed it much," he added innocently.

The twins both chuckled, remembering.

"No, but seriously, Edward," said Bill, "why doesn't Sir Topham Hatt paint engines a proper color - like us, for instance?"

Thomas let off steam indignantly. "Let me tell you..." he began.

"All right, you two," laughed Edward. "Go and move those cars, or there won't be room for any more."

"Got it, Edward," said Riven.

Bill and Ben, unabashed, went off happily with Riven and Nex.

"You just don't have to take the twins too seriously," Tecna explained to Thomas and Bloom.

Thomas smiled ruefully. "I wish I knew how you deal with them," he said.


Near the harbor, the line crossed a lane. The crossing had no gates. The lane led to a farm which made butter and supplied eggs and milk to shops in the town.

One morning, the farmer had difficulty starting his lorry. He did it at last, but the lorry jerked along in fits and starts. The farmer was worried about his load of milk and butter and eggs.

"That milk'll be churned to butter soon," he muttered to himself as he neared the level crossing.

The lorry lurched across the rails. The back wheels were just clear when its engine made a noise like a tired sheep and stopped. The back of the lorry was still jutting out over the railway line.

The farmer struggled to start it again, but it would not go. He had just got down to telephone for help when he heard a train approaching.


Thomas and Bloom weren't going fast. When they saw the lorry, Bloom applied the brakes hard, but Thomas couldn't stop. He hit the lorry with a loud CRASH!

The force of the blow spun the lorry round. Splintered wood flew everywhere, and eggs, butter and milk were catapulted over Thomas.

"Ugh!" he exclaimed, and stopped.

"Just look at my poor old lorry," said the farmer, emerging from behind the hedge where he had been sheltering. "What a way to make an omelette."

Bloom made sure that Thomas wasn't hurt, then stood back and surveyed the mess. She began to laugh.

"It's not funny," said Thomas crossly. An egg yolk trickled down his nose and burst on his buffer.

"You're not standing where I am," said Bloom. "You look just like a scrambled egg, Thomas."

"Well, if a scrambled egg feels as sticky and wet as I do, then it's very uncomfortable," said Thomas. "Please clean me."

Both Bloom and Lockette tried hard, but the heat of Thomas's boiler had cooked the eggs, and they were stuck fast.

"Sorry, Thomas," said Bloom at last. "We can't block the line any longer. We shall have to go on."


At the end of the line, Thomas was taken to Bill and Ben's yard to be cleaned. The twins were there, along with Riven and Nex, who were there to help Bloom clean Thomas.

"Hello," said Ben. "What's this?"

"Must be a new engine," said Bill.

Ben inspected the arrival carefully. "No, Bill," he said. "That's not a new engine - it's Thomas."

"But it's our color, Ben, and Thomas doesn't think our color is proper for an engine..."

They heard a grinding noise.

"Are you joints stiff, Bill?" asked Ben.

But it wasn't Bill's joints - it was Thomas, gnashing his teeth.