While Thomas was running his branchline, he saw Percy with a sad face.

Thomas: *Stops at a station* What's the matter Percy?
Percy: There's a disease going around Sodor called Brandonitis.
Thomas: What's that?
Percy: It's a disease that makes you speak in a southern accent, just like how Michael Brandon would speak in a southern accent, if he was providing the voices for most of the characters.
Thomas: Oh yeah, I remember that.
Percy: So far, the only engine that got it is Emily. Thankfully, it's not contagious, and it's very difficult to get.
Thomas: How do you get Brandonitis?
Percy: If your wheels can't get any grip for ten seconds nonstop.
Thomas: Well, we don't have to worry about that. All we gotta do, is make sure our wheels don't slip ten seconds nonstop. *Puffs away*

Days later, the great day came where the engines would race from Knapford Station to Vicarstown. The engines participating in the race were Thomas, Gordon, Emily, Sam, Connor, Caitlyn, and Duck.

Thomas: I'm surprised Spencer isn't here.
Sir Tophamm Hat: He is busy on the mainland. And now.. *Grabs a gun*
Passenger: LOOK OUT, HE HAS A GUN!!
Sir Tophamm Hat: Wait a minute, wait a minute! The bullets are blanks. I will fire one off to signal the start of the race. Ready?
Engines: Yes sir.
Sir Tophamm Hat: 3, 2, 1. *Points gun at the ceilling, and fires a bullet*
Engines: *Take off to race*
Sir Tophamm Hat: *Looks at the ceilling* Hm, I could've sworn I put in blanks. Oh well.

Vicarstown was very far from Knapford. The engines had to go as fast as they could. So far, the positions are.

1st - Thomas
2nd - Duck
3rd - Sam
4th - Caitlyn
5th - Connor
6th - Gordon
Last place - Emily.

To be continued