As a cakesmith, it was bound to happen that I'd encounter a haunted cake eventually. This was mine. Everything that could go wrong with it went wrong. The awesome 2-toned steam train crumbled into avogadro's number of pieces, the maroon lettering turned out purple, the cake didn't rise, I ran out of frosting, and to boot, I bumped my head putting it in the fridge.

After this delightful piece of craftsmanship (pictured below) crumbled, I used my son's Thomas and Friends book as a model to freehand a stencil for the fondant cutout. So basically, the fine establishment celebrating its anniversary got Thomas the Tank Engine on its cake!