Thomas tooted his horn as he passed Percy. Percy was waiting in the siding so Thomas could go past.
"That's a lot of cars you have, Thomas," said Percy.
Thomas groaned. "You have no idea, Percy. They're so very heavy."
Percy was worried by how hard Thomas was working to pull all those cars. "Did the Fat Controller tell you to move all those?"
"Oh, no," said Thomas. "The Fat Controller would never do that. I was-" Suddenly, Thomas felt himself moving.
"Thomas, where are you going? There are no tracks over there. We're trains, we need tracks to go on!" Percy whistled in alarm, but he was too late to help. Thomas was already headed off cross-country, chugging as hard as he could. Some dark and powerful force had stolen him away!
Then came the final horror. Thomas could see the wall approaching, but he could do nothing to avoid it. It was an incredible sight, taller than anything he had ever seen. And when he ran into it, he just kept on trying to go forward. His engine strained, and there was nowhere for him to go, but he would continue pushing until his battery finally ran down. Then, finally, he might find some escape from the unearthly horror of the Giant Two-Year-Old. He could only pray that the end would come soon.
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