Thomas was going very fast. Sam, Connor, and Caitlyn were right behind him.
Duck: *Passing Caitlyn* See anda 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.
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 anda 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....
Sir Tophamm Hat put posters around Sodor about the race Thomas, and Gordon were about to have. lebih engines wanted to sertai in which made Thomas, and Gordon cross.
Thomas: Clearly none of those other engines will win. It should just be the two of us. Gordon: That's pretty much the entire point of this race. Me, versus you. Thomas: It's supposed to be the two of us. Sir Tophamm Hat: *Arrives* It's supposed to be fun no matter who is racing. If anda don't want to participate with the other engines, I'll gladly remove anda from the race.
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 anda have those light out of tarikh coaches, Annie, and Clarabel. If anda had express coaches like me, anda 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 anda wrong. I am faster, and stronger then both of anda combined.