TTTE Warriors: Old Iron

Heyo! It's BC! In this episode, Tornaodstrike and James are not happy with Splashpelt and Edward. But when Karma strikes, will Splashpelt be able to save the red engine-and her best friend?

It was a hot day at the station and Tornaodstrike laid out cards in front of James to play "Go Fish" to pass time. "Come on," He meowed. "Pick up the cards so I can't see them!"

"I got no hands, dude." James said plainly. Tornadostrike sighed. He hated that these machines don't have hands. Or paws. "Alright, then," He said, holding up a ball, "Catch it, bro!" He leaped up, and chucked the ball at James. The ball hit the red train in the nose. "Ow!" He yelped.

"WHY didn't you catch it?"

"No hands!" James said. Finally, they saw Edward and Splashpelt roll in, their faces red. Splashpelt was a mess, her smoky blue fur now coated a dusty black with coal dust, and slightly wet with grease and oil. Her pelt was covered in burrs. The cats got dirty working with trains, but never this grimy! "Edward ran out of coal and his brakes jammed, and we hit a pair of emergency buffers," Splashpelt explained. "I was flung into the bushes and had to fly ten miles away for coal and another ten for oil."

"Look, Splashy," Tornadostrike yawned. Splashpelt growled at this. He continued, "I got a job to do. It's to take crates of Twolegs home to their nests on time. And you being slow is getting in the way of that!" He then pulled the whistle chain, setting off James's whistle. "ALL ABOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRDDDDD!" He yelled.

A heavily grumblily James rolled into his part of the sheds, right beside Birdwing and Toby, who were talking about money.

"I think Topham should give us 10 bucks an hour instead of 5," Birdwing said to Toby.

"But you're a cat," Toby said. "What could you possibly do with human money?"

"We could pay off our cell phone bills, and we can buys chains for whenever Nightwing goes on one of her Rageface Rampages or Hypernyan Sugarrush. Also, we could get her some more Jell-O."

"Oh, Nighty and her Jell-O," Toby laughed, but was cut off by James. "Edward chuffs about like a lot of old iron! And he's so slow, he makes us wait!" Tornadostrike added, "I know! I HATE WORKING PAST MY SHIFT."

"Uh, Tornadostrike?" Birdwing meowed. "You only had to work 7 minutes past your shift this time instead of 15."

"Who cares? I hate work!" Tornadostrike hissed.

"Old Iron? Slow?" Toby narrowed his eyes. Birdwing's heart gave a little twang. Oh, how she loved it when he got annoyed, his true voice rising up. And when he got really mad, and shouted, oh, how she could hear that deep thrum in his voice!

Toby's annoyed voice snapped Birdwing out of her thoughts. "James, Edward could beat you in a race anyday!"

"Oh, really?" Tornadostrike growled. "I'd like to see him do it."

The next day, Tornadostrike was working with James with Nightwing and Birdwing. Everything was going well. But when Nightwing and Birdwing went to get water, and Tornadostrike was shoveling coal, two Twoleg boys crept toward James...

"ALL TRAFFIC HALTED!" Called the signalman as James began to move on his own. As he fell to the ground hard and on his side, Tornadostrike screamed in pain as he heard a loud ''SNAP! ''come from his paw. He had broken it. Nightwing and Birdwing were called up to the signalbox, where the bruised and limp body of Tornadostrike was. He was so bruised on one side, he couldn't get up. He was laying in the signalman's arms. "Two boys were messing on James's footplate, fiddling with the controlls." The signalman explained. "They tumbled off an and ran when James started."

Nightwing began to breathe heavily. A snarlish-roar came from her throat. "I... will... KILL THEM! I'LL ENSLAVE THEM AND MAKE THEM EAT SPICY JELL-O! I'LL GOUGE OUT THEIR EYES AND RIP OUT THEIR TONGUES! I'LL..." She was cut off by Birdwing, who Ducktaped her mouth shut and pinned her to the ground. "It's okay," She said to the signalman, "It's the beginning of one of her Rageface Rampages. Continue."

The signalman swiped his brow. "Okay then... We need an engine to stop James."

"Edward!" Birdwing blurted out. "Splashpelt could drive him." The signalman nodded. "Go get her, and a pole and wire rope. The foreman says to."

"What for?"

"Search me, but you better get them quickly!" The cats set off and rapidly searched for what they needed.

The foreman was in Edward's cab, with Splashpelt. Birdwing and Nightwing came back with a pole and the rope. "Good, jump in!" Splahspelt said.

James was rolling down a steep hill. "Oh, what a lark! A lark!" He laughed. "That was a good joke, huh, Tornadostrike?"

No answer.

"Uh, Tornadostrike?" He picked up speed. He tried to apply his brakes. "TORNADO?! STRIKEY?????!" He realized that he had no driver! "Oh, no. NononononononoNONONONONO! I CAN'T STOOOOOP!" He yelled as he rolled rapidly down the hill and around a bend.

Edward raced after James with every ounce of steam he had. Coal was being shoved by the bucketful into his firebox. At last, he caught up with James.

Splashpelt tied a noose with the rope around the pole. She flew up, the foreman standing on Edwards front and holding the end of the pole. Flying low, Splashpelt tried to lasso the noose onto James's buffer. The engine swayed and lurched for what seemed like forever, until finally...

"We got him!" Splashpelt yowled, pulling the noose tight. Gently braking, Birdwing slowed Edward down, then leaped across to slow James down.

"So, Old Iron caught you!" Edward chuckled. James sighed and looked at Splashpelt. "I'm going to have to do the right thing, aren't I?" He grumbled.

"Yes, you do." Splashpelt hissed back. James sighed again. "I'm sorry Edward. Thanks for catching me."

"That's alright," The old engine answered.

They arrived at the station side by side. The cats jumped off and padded over to Topham, who shoved two boys foward. They had a shameful and scared look on their faces. "I beleive you were looking for these two... Twolegs, as you call them." He said, glaring at the boys.

"Oh, don't worry, Sir," Nightwing slunk toward the boys, followed by the rest of the cats. "We have a special job for them."

It wasn't just a "job," though! The boys had to clean out the dirtplace, collect moss, leaved and grass, organize their dens, and finally, give all the cats a spa.

Nighwing gave the boys two plates full of Jell-O. "Eat up, you've had a hard day." Birdwing silently whipped out her cell phone and began to record a video.

The boys ate the Jell-O, but their mouths caught fire! "AAAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!" They screamed, and Splashpelt sprayed fire extinguisher foam into their mouths. They spat out the foam. "What the heck was that?!"

"Cinnamon flavored Jell-O With Jalapenios, Cyan peppers. black pepper, Chili powder, and Mild, Spicy, hot, magma, molten, volcanic, and Sudden Death hot sauces." Nightwing answered, and Birdwing turned off the phone. She had recorded the whole thing.

That night, the cats were uploading the video to YouTube. "Aw, man!" Tornadostrike said. "We have to make an account."

"No problem!" Nightwing shoved him out of the way. "Let's see. Username is CatPackRulez21, Password is..." She mumbled the password so nobody could hear. She quickly signed on. "There! Now, let's upload!"

The cats went to sleep that night, feeling happy.

And in just a few days, their video got 10,000 views, and hopfully  there'll be many more.

THE END!

Heres a link to the real episode! Hope you enjoyed it!

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=old+iron&mid=929C331E0F907B1F7CBB929C331E0F907B1F7CBB&view=detail&FORM=VIRE7