Thomas's Damsel/Transcript/The Engines at Knapford

(Thomas had just finished being repainted and mended, when he noticed something)

Thomas: Where’s Ashima? She should’ve been back hours ago.

Station Master: Well, last time I saw her, she was racing out of the docks, looking very glum. She was heading for the mainline. But now a storm has started.

(Everyone gasp)

Thomas: (Panic) What’s gonna happen to her?!

The fat controller: uh, nothing. She’ll be fine. I’ll send the rescue centre out to find her.

Diesel 10: Last time you said nothing would happen, you ended up naked at the zoo.

(Everyone, even Thomas, laugh so hard that they almost die.)

Gordon: (laughing) I can still remember the horrified look on his wife’s face.

Workman: There might be a problem with that, sir. The tracks to and from the recue Centre are blocked, and the storm is too dangerous for a helicopter to go.

(Thomas feels a strong gust of wind, then a glass hits his smoke box)

Thomas: (looks at the glass, gasps, looks at the storm) she’ll be ripped to shreds in this storm.

Gordon: Well, serves her right for all the trouble she caused.

Philip: I was right. Engines like her are nothing but-

Thomas: ENOUGH!

(Thomas’ voice echo’s around the whole island, leaving the engines dead silent.)

Thomas: Why are you blaming her for the accident?! I thought you liked Ashima!

Henry: (whimpering) We do like Ashima, but-

Thomas: but you don’t treat her that way! Especially you, Gordon!

Gordon: what- er- that’s not true.

Nia: Yes, it is, Gordon! First, you don't like change, and now you don't like an engine! Plus: Ashima is the only engine that Thomas loves so much!

<p style="text-align:center;">Thomas: And whenever you look at her, all you see is a pipsqueak, or worse, a target! But I see a sweet girl who is trying her hardest to impress you lot!

<p style="text-align:center;">The Fat controller: Thomas-

<p style="text-align:center;">Thomas: NO! I am going out in the storm and I’m gonna find Ashima even if it kills me, whether you like it or not. (Whistles, puffs out) I’ll search the whole island if I have too.

<p style="text-align:center;">The fat controller: Thomas, wait!

<p style="text-align:center;">James: (snickers) no use, sir. He’s gonna get his girlfriend out of trouble.

<p style="text-align:center;">Thomas: (calls out) SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!