Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Dec 29, 2016 1:09:20 GMT -5
"All I want is a bit of redefining
A slinky, slicker, swifter coat that's smooth and shining
To get the speed I really need...
Streamlining!
Whoosh!
You'll wonder who was passing through
Whoosh!
You won't believe it's even true
Whoosh!
But all you'll see of me will be...
A shiny streak of racing blue!
I've come to you, my friend
As I need some redesigning
To be a tank engine is so confining
Give me the curves I deserve...
Streamlining!
(giggles)
Wo-how!
(gasps) Amazing!
Wow!
I love it!
Whoosh!
You'll wonder who was passing through (Passing through)
Whoosh!
You won't believe it's even true (Even true)
Whoosh!
But all you'll see of me will be... (Do, do, do-do)
A shiny streak of racing blue!
(giggles)
(Go, Thomas, go)
(Go, Thomas, go)
All I want is a little redefining (Do, do-do-do)
But certain other engines might be reconsigning (Do, do-do-do)
I'll get a shape that makes 'em gape (Do, do-do-do)
(Go, Thomas, go)
I'll have the curves that I deserve (Do, do-do-do)
(Go, Thomas, go)
I'll get the speed I really need... (Do, do-do-do)
(Go, Thomas, go)
Streamlining!
Whoaaaaaa!!!"
Thomas suddenly hit a bump in the track and careened off the rails.
"Oh no oh no oh no!" he cried, frantically trying to stop, but to no avail. He sped down the hill, with his brakes hard on, tearing up the landscape, and his eyes shut tight. Then he crashed right into a tree.
His face was ripped clean off and shot into a field where a little girl was playing. His boiler looked like a crushed aluminum can. Blood was everywhere, and his internal organs were there for evryone to see.
Then his parts began to roll down the hill and into a stream flowing down below.
Sir Topham Hatt inspected the damage. That night he came to the sheds.
"Thomas's, er, accident," he began, "has made me become aware of one thing."
"What is that?" Percy asked sadly.
"Well, Percy... THE GODS MUST BE GIVEN A SACRIFICE! CUT HER UP BOYS!!"
"No!" cried Emily as the man advanced with a blowtorch and-
"That's what can happen to a little engine like you if you keep up with this streamlining stuff," Gordon finished.
Thomas blinked.
He gulped.
Then he said...
"Eh."
"All I want is a little redefining,
A slinky, slicker, swifter coat that's smooth and shining.
To get the speed I really need...
STREAMLINING!"
A slinky, slicker, swifter coat that's smooth and shining
To get the speed I really need...
Streamlining!
Whoosh!
You'll wonder who was passing through
Whoosh!
You won't believe it's even true
Whoosh!
But all you'll see of me will be...
A shiny streak of racing blue!
I've come to you, my friend
As I need some redesigning
To be a tank engine is so confining
Give me the curves I deserve...
Streamlining!
(giggles)
Wo-how!
(gasps) Amazing!
Wow!
I love it!
Whoosh!
You'll wonder who was passing through (Passing through)
Whoosh!
You won't believe it's even true (Even true)
Whoosh!
But all you'll see of me will be... (Do, do, do-do)
A shiny streak of racing blue!
(giggles)
(Go, Thomas, go)
(Go, Thomas, go)
All I want is a little redefining (Do, do-do-do)
But certain other engines might be reconsigning (Do, do-do-do)
I'll get a shape that makes 'em gape (Do, do-do-do)
(Go, Thomas, go)
I'll have the curves that I deserve (Do, do-do-do)
(Go, Thomas, go)
I'll get the speed I really need... (Do, do-do-do)
(Go, Thomas, go)
Streamlining!
Whoaaaaaa!!!"
Thomas suddenly hit a bump in the track and careened off the rails.
"Oh no oh no oh no!" he cried, frantically trying to stop, but to no avail. He sped down the hill, with his brakes hard on, tearing up the landscape, and his eyes shut tight. Then he crashed right into a tree.
His face was ripped clean off and shot into a field where a little girl was playing. His boiler looked like a crushed aluminum can. Blood was everywhere, and his internal organs were there for evryone to see.
Then his parts began to roll down the hill and into a stream flowing down below.
Sir Topham Hatt inspected the damage. That night he came to the sheds.
"Thomas's, er, accident," he began, "has made me become aware of one thing."
"What is that?" Percy asked sadly.
"Well, Percy... THE GODS MUST BE GIVEN A SACRIFICE! CUT HER UP BOYS!!"
"No!" cried Emily as the man advanced with a blowtorch and-
"That's what can happen to a little engine like you if you keep up with this streamlining stuff," Gordon finished.
Thomas blinked.
He gulped.
Then he said...
"Eh."
"All I want is a little redefining,
A slinky, slicker, swifter coat that's smooth and shining.
To get the speed I really need...
STREAMLINING!"