Patrick did say all layouts are welcome, so I hope I don't get "called on the carpet" for this one ...
Team Track Tuesday at the Tomlinson Run Railroad: Or, A Busy Day in the Life of Chef Chuck Wagon
With Easter just around the corner, Chef Chuck Wagon found himself thinking about eggs. And when Chef thinks, he thinks BIG. Unfortunately, Chef couldn't find any locally sourced ostrich eggs to be delivered to his dining car via the Tomlinson Run RR team track, and he really wanted to create a record smashing omelette for Sunday's Easter brunch. Through persistence, perseverance, and a foray into the shadowy connections that all good chefs cultivate, namely his brother-in-law, Chef thought he'd found an answer.
Known around town as "Drunk Uncle" Ignatius or "DUI" for short, Ignatius was also known for his tall tales. At first Chef thought that DUI's story about a source for giant-sized eggs was just that -- a story. Imagine Chef's surprise when Ignatius and the mysterious man arrived. And what a "mug" on him! With his classic chiseled features, the stranger looked like something you'd order three or four of at a Polynesian restaurant because they went down like water and came with a cute parasol -- only to wish that you hadn't the next day.
Chef couldn't help but notice that the mysterious man had his head stuck in the sand like an ostrich. "OK", Chef thought, "So he's not a real ostrich, but he promised me the biggest and best Easter eggs on the island so it's close enough for me!" Chef and the man negotiated delivery through an intermediary, Mr. E. Bunny, who would deliver the payload to the TRRR team track (TR3T2). The team track is conveniently located next to the provisioning siding for the railroad's dining car -- just a hop, skip, and a jump away.
While anticipating the egg's delivery to the team track, Chef got to work on a different kind of delivery -- pizza delivery! A fella gets hungry thinking about food. As the pizza arrives, the railroad porters lug suitcases filled with Chef's fine cutlery and other tools of the trade, hauling them to the dining car kitchen. Man, those suitcases are heavy! They're especially heavy when wading through the ubiquitous tall grasses found growing at the train yard. Its scientific name is "Nineteeneightyish Carpetus Shagensus Grotesquescus". Chef is still working on a way to make it edible. "Hey, if we can eat kale, why not shag grass?", he insists. If anyone can discover a way, it's our Chef Wagon!
At last, the freight train arrives and backs its gondolas onto the team track. The train is carrying Chef's egg and five or a half dozen minus one others. Seeing the cargo, the team at the Tomlinson Run Railroad realize that their transfer equipment is woefully inadequate for this eggspedition!
They called in Bud at Quick Shot Towing. Bud gave it a quick shot, but it's still a no-go.
So, Chef and the staff had a huddle. The engineer and conductor agreed that, short of divine intervention, there's just no way to unload Chef's gargantuan egg!
One of the perks of being a chef of Chuck Wagon's ... er ... station ... is that you get to know people; and people get to know you. In fact, Chef's reputation as a culinary god on the rails drew the attention of a fellow foodie, the Hindu god Ganesh. Yes, THAT Ganesh, the remover of all obstacles. When you need a hand or two or three or four, who better to help Chef out of his predicament than Ganesh? As you might imagine, the sight of the elephant-headed god drew quite a crowd.
Ganesh quickly set to whipping up miracles, calling in the largest crane that he could find. Sinclair(e), the TRRR's mascot and faithful volunteer, came along to help.
Ganesh directs the dinosaurs as they crane their necks and gently nudge the egg. Jed, the brakeman, tries not to live up to his name, while Ignatius just gets in the way. (By now, Uncle DUI is "drinking while intoxicated" but at least he's cracking jokes and not eggs -- yet.)
Here he is lying mesmerized by the improvised basket that the team will put Chef's egg into in order to transfer it to the dining car's track. (It's so shiny!)
Chef, not wanting to loose his precious cargo, and worse yet, have to clean up the mess that an egg of that size would make, volunteers his considerable girth to test the makeshift transport. Woops! It's as tipsy as Ignatius, but they have to risk it -- those eggs need refrigeration and FAST! Jed, the brakeman, gives it a thumbs up, but then he always does.
Success! The dinosaur safely lays the egg on the ground in between the two tracks.
Next Chef sizes up how he's going to get the egg into his dining car kitchen in one piece, while the authorities size up Ignatius. Jed, ever steadfast, gives a resounding thumbs up.
Leaving Chef to solve his conundrum, the dinosaur pals say good-bye to the train of eggs as it pulls away from the team track. Its on its way to the next "egg drop" off point, rumored to be a Chinese restaurant with a wildly popular soup special. Sinclair(e) pauses to note that these eggs look a bit -- well not scared exactly -- more like petrified ... Humm, from where DID that stone-faced mystery man get these eggs?
Meanwhile, too chicken to move the egg without more divine intervention, Chef heads over to the Commissary Kitchen. After a hard day of thinking about food, Chef relaxes by (literally) slipping into some White Castle sliders.
Yes, he's on a roll today!
Wishing Chef Wagon luck with his omelette, a better camera for me, and for all of those who celebrate it, a Happy Easter! (No eggceptions.)
Tomlinson Run Railroad
At least that's the way it was in the 1940-50s the years which I'm modeling. I take it that a Kitchen Sink is a JAHNS specialty? 
When I saw the building on your layout I couldn't resist placing an order 
brings back lots of great family memories.
