6Chapter 1: Shunter cluts.
On the mainland, there is a resort-like town called Brighton. There's a section of the city that has several railway stations and a workshop for the set up. In the biggest yard of the railway, there's a bunch of BR class 08 diesel shunters, And even a few steam shunters. But one certain tank engine was carefully trying to get by them while looking for someone.
"Excuse me, oops! sorry, coming through, pardon me."
By the way, this isn't Thomas we're talking about, it's his sister Kiara. She's a purple LSWR 2-4-0 Well tank engine with skinny gold stripes around her boiler. She even has a golden headlamp at the front of her funnel and the number 47 on each side of her coal bunker. The last detail she had was the letters LBSC on each side of her cab.
She puffed up towards a Central Pacific Railroad's 4-4-0 tender engine. He was almost entirely black, except his cab was gray and he had a golden headlamp a little bigger than Kiara's. He even had white coupling rods, the number 1435 on his tender, and a dollar sign on each side of his cab. His full name was Maxile moneybags, but almost everyone on the railway just called him Uncle Max.
Kiara was facing towards Uncle Max while he was on the track on her left side.
Kiara: "Uhh Excuse me Uncle Max, but have you seen Thomas? He left the sheds before I woke up and now he's been gone all morning."
Uncle Max: "Aww, why do I care? That darn-tooten tank engine is just an excuse to our railway."
Kiara:(with raised eyebrow) "Uncle Max."
Uncle Max: "Okay fine! Let's see...no backed up yard traffic, no derailed trucks, no exploding trucks, and no runaways!
Kiara looked at Uncle Max with a confused look on her face.
Uncle Max: "My point is, there hasn't been any sign of Thomas's clumsy work anywhere all morning."
But Uncle Max had spoken too soon. For at that moment, a line of runaway freight cars stampeded into the yard. A few of each crossed over the switches onto separate tracks, scattering across the yard. Most of the trucks bumped into the diesel shunters, causing them to slightly derail. And the last few got derailed themselves.
Luckily no one was hurt, but Uncle Max's face fell flat in anger.
Uncle Max: "I'm guessing that would be…..THOMAAAAAAAS!"
As Uncle Max screams that very name, we zoom in on a dark green LB&SCR E2 class tank engine. He had white stripes along his side plaits and his boiler, he even had the number 70 on each side of his coal bunker. The last details he had were 6 small wheels, a short stumpy funnel, a short stumpy boiler, and a short stumpy dome.
Thomas: "Uhh, heh heh, hi?"
The diesel shunters didn't seem very happy about what Thomas had done.
Diesel shunter #1: "nice going shunter cluts!"
Diesel shunter #2: "way to back up our work!"
Diesel shunter #3: "4 in 1 week, a new record!"
Kiara just looked down and pulled a disappointing sigh.
Kiara: "Not again."
Uncle Max angrily puffed up by Thomas.
Uncle Max: "Young tank engine, I'm getting steamed up with you causing so many accidents….."
Then Kiara pulled up alongside Thomas and forced Uncle Max to back away a little.
Kiara: "Okay Uncle Max, let me just talk to him, Okay?"
Thomas: "Sorry Uncle Max."
