After Samson left the yards, he heard Thomas, and Gordon debating on who was the fastest.

Thomas: I can go really fast uphill.
Gordon: Only because آپ have those light out of تاریخ coaches, Annie, and Clarabel. If آپ had express coaches like me, آپ would never go fast at all.
Samson: But I could.
Gordon: Pfft, rubbish. No engine is as strong as me. Especially tank engines.
Samson: I'll prove آپ wrong. I am faster, and stronger then both of آپ combined.
Thomas: But we're talking about speed.
Gordon: آپ can't get that without power.
Henry: *Arrives* Samson-
Samson: Not now, this is an important...

Theme Song: link

The Island Of Sodor, 1976

It was a very foggy morning on the Island Of Sodor. Henry was going as fast as he could with the flying kipper. It was hours behind schedule.

SeanTheHedgehog Presents

A Thomas The Tank Engine fanfiction

The Great Race

Starring... Do I have to tell آپ who's starring in this fanfiction? It's not like آپ don't know what this is about.

Henry: *On the mainland, and sees a red signal ahead*
Jinty & Pug: *Resting in a siding*
Workmen: *Waiting سے طرف کی three pick up trucks built سے طرف کی Ford, and GMC*
Henry: *Stops at the station*

The song fades away as Henry begins...

Thomas was going very fast. Sam, Connor, and Caitlyn were right behind him.

Duck: *Passing Caitlyn* See آپ at the finish line!
Caitlyn: Yeah, after I pass you. *Passing Duck*
Emily: *Far behind everyone else, and sighs* First, I get a disease that makes me talk in a southern accent, and now I'm in last place. Things ain't going well for me.
Connor: *Trying to pass Sam* This engine is so big, I don't think I can pass him.
Sam: You're doing good Thomas.
Thomas: Thanks Sam.

A sharp turn was coming up ahead. The engines had to make sure they weren't going too fast. The only engine that didn't...

Vicarstown was not far for the engines. They had travelled far at high speeds, and were now getting closer to the end of their race. The positions so far are..

1st - Thomas
2nd - Sam
3rd - Connor
4th - Caitlyn
5th - بتھ, مرغابی
Last place - Emily.

Thomas: *Gets to Vicarstown first* Yes! I won!
Sam: *Arrives second* Good race.
Caitlyn: *Passes Connor, and gets third* Yes it was indeed.
Connor: I should've gotten third.
Duck: *Arrives* Well, at least آپ beat me.
Emily: *Arrives last, and cries about it*
Thomas: Come on Emily. آپ cry about everything nowadays. Stop it.
Emily: *Stops crying* I wanted...