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Thomas was approaching the station, looking forward to seeing the happy
children, when the Fat Controller spoke to him.
"Thomas, I've just heard that James has broken down. Go find him."
"How,
Sir?"
"I don't know Thomas. He just broke down with no explanation to why. You know, like most of the other accidents on
the show."
"By the way, how did you know he?d broken down."
"His
driver phoned me."
"Drivers? Oh yes, those people who sit in our cabs only when the script requires them and they do nothing."
"Yes,
now, get on with it. I'd come and help myself, but someone has to help the children eat the party food."
Thomas set
off to find James. Of course, he didn't have a clue where James was; the Fat Controller just told Thomas to find him. Thomas
wasn't worried; he knew one of the show's production crew would lift him onto the track just around the corner from James
soon enough.
By coincidence, he soon found James.
"About bloody time too. It's bloody freezing, and this signalman keeps
asking me where he can find small children."
"Mr. Signalman," shouted Thomas, "there's lots of them at the station."
"Thank
you Thomas," said the signalman, and he ran off.
"You know, that signalman looks a lot like Michael Jackson," said James.
"Yes,
erm, looks like," said Thomas, trying to cover the truth from James. "Anyway, lets get going. We could warn the Fat Controller
that he's coming."
"No," said James.
"I'll give you a bag of sherbet."
"Oh, alright then."
And they set off,
in the hope that they would beat Wacko Jacko to the station.
Thomas's driver, who was in the cab preparing for a scene
he was required for, had written a note about Wacko Jacko's presence. He would give it to the next signalman they passed,
so that he could ring the station and warn them. But before they got to the next signalbox, they approached some level crossing
gates, which were closed.
"Shouldn't they open for us?" asked James.
"Never mind, the children watching this won't
notice," said Thomas. But suddenly, Michael Jackson speeded through in a car he had stolen.
"You'll never catch me," he
yelled. "Those children are mine."
Thomas suddenly thought.
"Driver, could you set a firework off to tell them we are
coming."
"It won't warn them about Wacko Jacko, but Okay."
So the driver lit a rocket. But unfortunately, he didn't
stand back in time, and the rocket blew his head off. It went flying into the sky, and conveniently landed at the station.
The children screamed. But one child noticed a note that was on the inside of the drivers cap (which was placed there for
the sake of the script). It was the warning note. The child went to tell the Fat Controller.
"Sir?"
"Can't talk.
Eating."
He soon finished, and quickly read the note.
"Hmm," he pondered. "I know how to get rid of him."
Michael
Jackson soon showed up.
"Hello kiddies," he said.
"Hello Michael. Guess who I am," said the Fat Controller. "I'm Captain
Hook."
Just a note to say that Michael Jackson, at this point in time, believes he is Peter Pan
"ARGH," said Michael
Jackson. "Run Peter, argh."
Suddenly, Thomas and James pulled in.
"Well done, now the fireworks display is back on,"
said the Fat Controller.
"Isn't it past our bedtime?" asked a child.
"NOW LOOK. I PAYED GOOD MONEY FOR THESE FIREWORKS.
I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE TIRED. YOU'LL ENJOY THIS BLOODY FIREWORKS DISPLAY, OR ELSE!" he replied. "Now is there any sausages
left?"
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