Novel & Cerita Fat Controller Thomas The Tank Engine

"I'm really hungry, Sir. Something a bit heavy, maybe." "Like what? Potatoes?" Olive sneered. "No, Sir. A truck tire is much heavier than carbohydrates." Thomas turned and chuckled. "Wow, I didn't know your stomach was a grinding machine of all sorts." "Besides, that's a weird question. Like what? Potatoes?"

I was his favorite sport; his favorite comedy show that he could not do without. ‘‘Squats, squats,’’ a few voices from the classroom shouted. Mr. Thomas turned around to look at them with a big smile as he adjusted the rim of his glasses to let them all know that he was considering it. When the whole class shouted squats, it meant one thing, they were ready for the biggest laugh of their lives, as they all knew that I was too fat and could not even squat. The fat in my body, especially thighs and underarms would never allow that to happen. Or if perhaps I did squat, I would look so funny that no one would even believe it.

"Why do you look so sad, champ? You'll win the next one, okay? Tyler said, ruffling his hair. Nora pulled Thomas away from him and placed him behind her. Nathan picked him up and smiled at him, saying, "Do you want ice cream? Don't worry about the competition, okay? You'll get another chance." Thomas nodded, finally smiling at his father as he replied, "Okay." Nathan touched his forehead and looked over at Nora to ask, "Is Thomas on any medication? Why is he running a temperature?" "Nothing is wrong with him. He is probably just pretending since he does not want to get scolded for losing the competition." Nora said, turning her back and walking over to Nathan's car.

Friday began as a normal day, Tess Fairmont woke up, made breakfast, coffee, and feed the cats. Just a regular day like any other of Tessa Fairmont’s slow paced days. But that was a day that became a day that changed her whole life’s trajectory in an instance. It was November, Tess had just gotten done with her shift. Alex and Tess had been having more fights frequently. Tess got home and noticed empty beer bottles strewn about the room.

Thomas laughed heartily. "Great-grandpa is already so old. How can I still grow taller? If I did grow any more, I'd turn into a monster." Lucas sat on Thomas' lap and touched his arm. "Great-grandpa, you're too thin. You need to eat more." Thomas, after hearing what Lucas said, smiled even more happily and hugged the children tightly with both hands. "Oh dear, you two little ones are so smart. You know that eating well helps you grow taller and stronger. Great-grandpa doesn't want to turn into a monster, but I'm already too old to grow taller. I'll just have to wait for you two to grow up."

’ ‘It’s going to take a few washes to get the tea stain out of the duvet. ‘Look on the bright side,’ George Beecham said with a grin. ‘If it had been hot we could have been scalded.’ They both laughed heartily. On cue, Thomas came into the kitchen with a sprightly step. His uniform was sharp and crisp. ‘Hi, Mum! Hi, Dad!’ ‘Hi, Tom,’ his dad said. ‘What have you got planned?’ ‘We are meeting at Blue Thunder HQ this afternoon. So that means I’ll be watching Blue Bolt this morning,’ he said happily. ‘Have you seen my Blue Bolt comic anywhere?’

I explain as I hear the rumble of Thomas bike turn into the street and park in the driveway. “Hahahaha. That is more than a bonus, that’s a game changer – the thought of having to give my father a sponge bath gives me nightmares.” He follows the text with a line of emoji's 💀💀💀💀🤢🤢🤢🤢 that make me giggle. I send back 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂. “You texting Finn?” Thomas asks as he comes in, dropping the takeaway on the coffee table and then heading up the stairs to dump his bag in the spare room.