Post by Ethan SD (TFT Productions) on Nov 4, 2015 20:19:41 GMT
A Firework On The Line
It was Bonfire Night on Sodor. The sound of fireworks could be heard all over the island, annoyingly to some! The Fat Controller had planned his own fireworks display on the beach at Tidmouth, and the engines would often see workmen carrying crates full of sparklers, rockets, and other types as well.
The preparations were nearly complete, but there was still one job left to be done. Henry was on shed when The Fat Controller came to see him. "There's one more van containing crates of Fireworks at Barrow In Furness. Could you collect it from there?" "All that way for a single van?" Henry asked, confused. "We would have ordered a lorry to fetch it, but the driver is setting up his own fireworks party." "Ah.. well I'll be on time for the display, Sir!" Henry said confidently. "Wouldn't have doubted it for a second!" The Fat Controller chuckled. And with that, he walked back to his office.
"I don't like fireworks" Oliver said after The Fat Controller went back. "They're too noisy for my liking!" "Stay in the shed then" remarked Gordon. "They're dangerous as well!" he added. "What if something went wrong?" "That only really happens if you don't handle them correctly" Henry reassured, "I'm sure everyone will know what they're doing at the display." "I hope you're right Henry.."
Henry set off for the other end of the line. When he arrived, the lone van was waiting for him in the goods yard. "Still feels a bit silly traveling all the way here for just one truck" he thought. "Oh well, can't be helped." He left Barrow with the van in good time.
There have always been people who haven't the slightest care for safety, and tonight, was no exception. As the day had turned to evening, a pair of teenagers were trespassing on the line near Maron station.
One of them, who was wearing a green coat, stopped, and pulled out a packet of matches. "You got the firework like I asked?" "Um, yeah, sneaked it out when Mom weren't lookin'" the other one said, pulling it out of his pocket. (A very insensible thing to do) The one in the coat grabbed the firework out of the other one's hand. "Hahaha, we'll have a bit of fun with this" he smirked, planting it between the sleepers. "Ummm...don't you think this is a bit..well..risky?" "'risky'? Do you want to be a boring old boffin no one likes?" "Well..urr..no..I-I guess.."
"Good." The one in the coat lit the firework. "Be ages until there's another train anyway -" At that moment, Henry's whistle blew.
"Aghh! Quick, let's scram!" and the two teenagers scurried up the embankment and disappeared.
When the firework had gone off, Henry had rounded the bend. "Driver! There's something going on over there in our path! STOP!" The driver and fireman were most surprised. "What the devil? A firework? How did that get onto the line?" "Lit too!" The fireman pondered. The driver applied the brakes, and Henry came to a stop well in front of the firework. "
The guard had come to see what was going on. "Why have we stop-a firework? I'll inspect - " The driver stopped him from going any further. "Probably best not to go over until it's stopped." "Oh right. I forgot. Sorry."
After the firework had stopped, they all went to look. "Must have been an act" said the fireman. "What a dangerous one as well" said the driver furiously. Henry was cross as well. "Who would even set it off on a railway line, of ALL places?" "Like we said" his driver answered, "we think it must have been planned." "But..who would do something like this?" "Probably a bunch of immature troublemakers" the gaurd thought. "We'd better explain at the next station" his driver concluded. "We'll be a bit late for the display though won't we?" Henry said sadly. "True, but this is more important." Henry had to agree.
No damage had been done to the line, and after a good inspection, Henry proceeded. When they reached Maron station, the crew told the station master what had happened. He assured that The Fat Controller, and the police, would be made aware of the situation.
Back at Tidmouth, the fireworks display was well underway. There were children having a go at making shapes with their sparklers (under the guidance of their parents, of course) and the sky was covered in bright lights, with big bangs being set off practically every second. Donald and Douglas, who were doing shunting work at Tidmouth for the night, had been allowed to stop for a few minutes and admire the sky before getting back to work. "I wish Oliver could come and see all this" Douglas said. "Wee engine hates fireworks, so he asked The Fat Controller if he could stay in the shed for the night."
Henry got back, and his crates were unloaded. He could see The Fat Controller on the platform. "Sir?" he asked. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be supervising at the display?" "I was actually going back to my office just to have a read of that newspaper that came through the post this morning. Is something the matter? You look troubled."
His driver and fireman explained the situation. "We'll have all the CCTV cameras near Maron looked at tomorrow. This sort of thing isn't on at all."
The next day, all the engines were talking about the display. "'tis a shame you spent the whole night in the sheds" Douglas told Oliver. "You missed a rather nice display, I'll say!" "'nice', is a matter of opinion, Douglas." Oliver said. "Oh well" Donald smiled. "Always next year." "And I'll be doing the same then as I have done this year!" and with that, he puffed away.
The police had been watching all CCTV footage around Maron taken from last night, and had identified the culprits. They had been regular trouble makers around the village, and had been let off too easily before, but not this time.
"Good news Henry!" his driver told him later that day. "They've located the guilty party. They've been arrested for setting off a firework illegally, and have been imprisoned for 6 months."
"Thank goodness." Henry smiled. "It's always important to follow the rules when it comes to using fireworks. Let's hope more people can understand what they are in future, eh?"
Post by Ethan SD (TFT Productions) on Dec 2, 2015 23:40:54 GMT
An Oily Return
The railway was preparing for the Christmas season. Everyone knew it would be like normal; trains full of passengers getting home for Christmas with their family. It was always a very busy time of year for the engines.
On the last day of November, The Fat Controller was talking to himself in his office. "Right. There's Mother's Christmas card written. Handmade and early too! I'll have to remember to hand that to her when I go to her's on the 25th." He paused. "Now then, that winter timetable." And so, he got to work penning the services for December.
The Fat Controller had finished writing most of the timetable, when he came across a problem. "I'll need an engine to help the permanent way department to get the line in good shape before the last train of the year. Hmm.. Donald and Douglas are on ploughing duty throughout most of the month. I doubt they'll have anything to actually plough, so.. - well the weather forecast did mention frosts and occasional snow. Nothing for it; I'll have to give Jim a ring..."
The Fat Controller pulled out a list of numbers and took to the telephone. He was dialing a man named Jimmy Hardwood, a railway enthusiast who lived in the Midlands. "Jim? Ah. I'm writing the winter timetable up and I need an engine to help out the permanent way department..."
At that moment, James was shunting coaches into Platform One (much to his resentment). The station was always more quiet in the morning. "I deserve a nice warm rest in the sheds, not freezing in this cold station..." He would soon forget all about that.
"So, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I hire him out for the rest of the season? You'll get your fee, don't worry." James could hear The Fat Controller. "Hire who out?" he thought. The phone call ended soon after. "I don't think the other engines will approve of his presence, but oh well."
James left back for the shed in confusion. "I heard The Fat Controller over the phone earlier. He said he's hiring an engine out. But he said that we won't approve of him being here.."
The other engines thought it was strange, to say the least. "He wouldn't assume that about an engine we don't know. Making things up again James I see.." Gordon retorted. "No! Really I'm not!" "Well, it's certainly peculiar" Edward added. "Come to think of it, it must be one of those visiting diesels from the past."
The engines all agreed. "They've rubbed most of us up the wrong way. It fits the description. Question is, which one could it be?" Duck asked. "Anyone of them. But we don't know the 100% facts yet." Edward finished.
The engines all decided to keep an open mind about the situation and ask The Fat Controller about it.
However, as the Christmas timetable was published, along with the increase in passenger trains and yard work, the engines forgot about asking The Fat Controller anything. They were all too busy with their duties.
A few days into the season, The Fat Controller's engine on hire arrived at the big station. It was Diesel.
When another modernization had come around, 08s were starting to be replaced with much bigger shunting diesels. But Diesel's driver had grown fond of driving Diesel, and so decided to buy Diesel for himself. He still wanted to work and prove his worth, so the driver made him available for loan work.
He'd always thought about visiting Sodor again from time to time.
He came into the platform, looking eager to get to work. All the other engines were out working. The Fat Controller greeted him. "It's been around 27 years, I believe?" "28, actually!" Diesel laughed. "My mistake. Anyway, we'll need your help this season with the permanent way." "Yes sir! Ready for anything Sir!" "That's a good engine." Then Diesel's face turned downcast. "But.. I can't face the other engines again. Especially Duck..."
The Fat Controller understood, and let Diesel stay where he was for a while longer.
Thomas was the first engine to arrive. He always had his special coach on the end of his trains at Christmas time. He was rather surprised to see Diesel.
"Oh! Hello Diesel! It's been a good long time now hasn't it?" "I've just had that from The Fat Controller!" "Well, it's still nice to see you back again."
"I'm not doing anything now, so shall I take Annie and Clarabel back to the Carriage sidings for you?" "Why thanks Diesel! Oh, and remember; the special coach goes in the bay platform."
Diesel did just that. He then went to the shunting yards for the rest of the afternoon.
Duck arrived with an autoservice from Arlesbrough soon afterwards. He went to the sheds for some coal, to find Thomas.
"It's always refreshing to have the weight taken off your buffers every now and again" he said. "especially in this season!" "That was rather kind of Diesel to shunt Annie and Clarabel for me.."
"Who?" Duck asked, puzzled.
"Diesel. The black shunter. He's here temporarily."
Duck's reaction was beyond words. "WHY?!"
"Is that a probl-" Duck stared at him in quite a way.
"Oh right. I see." And Thomas puffed away to fetch Annie and Clarabel. "shouldn't have said that..."
Diesel returned to the sheds later that night..to find the other engines waiting for him. Duck had told them all about him being here, and the engines were quite divided about it.
"oh dear..this isn't going to end well -" "You don't say?" Duck said in a sarcastic tone. "I know what you're all going to tell me, and -" "What's there to say?" said James. "I'm not the same engine I once was." "HAH!" Duck couldn't help jumping at a chance to criticize Diesel. "That's it? That's pretty pathetic -" "Let him finish Duck." said Edward. He knew what Diesel was once like, but after hearing that, wanted to hear him out.
"I know this apology is a good 50 years late, but I think it needs to be said. When I lied about Duck, and Henry, I had this warped sense where such a thing would come across as a joke to me. And I understand now that it isn't, and I'm truly sorry for everything."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you was actually going to apologize as well." Duck said derisively. "But Duck, I thought you were better than this.." Edward frowned. "Besides, it's Christmas! The time of year for being kind -" "Couldn't care less" Duck scoffed. "I'll be however whatever the season." The arguing continued for quite a while. Most of it was Duck throwing insults around Diesel, with the other engines joining in occasionally. Edward did his best to enforce some maturity, but no avail.
"Fine" Diesel concluded at last. "I'll go and sleep in the carriage shed, if it satisfies you all..."
"Good. And we have to put up with him for a month or so. I still want a real apology off him.." "I think he has changed though, Duck." Edward said. "And he tried to apologize, to your ignorance." "What was that? Oh. Yeah. Too right I did -" "NO Duck. How would you like it if you wanted to apologize for doing something and they didn't accept it? I want you to have a long hard think about it..." "But he told lies about us and FRAMED ME!" Duck yelled.
You'd think it was a soap opera with how everything was going!
Next day, Diesel went to work with the permanent way department. He had told The Fat Controller about what had happened last night, and came to an agreement that he could spend every further night in the carriage sheds.
"Thank goodness he's away early" Duck said, as his driver and fireman were getting him ready for the day's jobs. "Permanent way? Should be 'Permanently Away', more like." "He is a rather good shunter though, I'll say" Gordon admitted. And Duck puffed off, muttering "Once a lier, always a lier" under his breath
Whilst helping the permanent way team help relay ballast on the right line near Knapford, Diesel found it very peaceful. "No arguing or shouting. This is the life." He knew though, it wouldn't be for long. They were getting ready to leave after finishing, when Henry passed with a local passenger train. Diesel honked to say hello. "He's not doing too badly there" he thought to himself.
Diesel arrived back from the permanent way duties, to find Edward on shed. "How did it go?" "Very well! We're doing it again tomorrow." "Look, I'm sorry about what happened last night -" "No Edward.. I hurt Duck really badly when I first came to Sodor. I don't blame him for being mad." "Well, you've shown you're sorry, so that's that resolved I'd say. Besides, it was such a long time ago. You're a different engine now. It may just take him some extra time to understand that."
The days passed, and Diesel made sure to keep out of Duck's way as much as he could. Duck refused to listen to anything Edward had said; he insisted that Diesel was still the lying, cunning diesel he was 50 years ago.
When, as anyone could see from his recent work, he wasn't!
Icy weather came in the middle of December. It affected the line quite alot, causing wheelslips. The engines often found their sandboxes empty, and having to refill them several times.
Diesel was on shed at Tidmouth one day when The Fat Controller came to see him. "Gordon's Hill will be particularly hard to climb in this weather. I'll need you to go and work at Wellsworth so you can bank trains up the hill." He told him.
Diesel was happy to stay useful, and since Edward was working there, he'd be able to spend more time with him, as he was one of the few engines on his side.
Duck watched him go. "There he goes. He's being sent away in disgrace." "He's not. He's going to help bank trains up Gordon's Hill." Oliver said. "Likely story." Oliver sighed. Duck's comments were getting quite old now. "I've got a ballast train to take to Vicarstown. I shan't need HIS help. I never have, never will."
Duck set off down to Arlesbrough to fetch his train, and then back up along the mainline. His sandbox was in use quite a lot throughout the whole journey. "Let's not waste much more" said his fireman. "Rubbish, we have plenty left" laughed Duck.
Diesel said nothing as he passed Wellsworth. Duck made his way up Gordon's hill, puffing as hard as he could. "Easy boy" his driver steadied him. He went to turn on the sandbox, when - to his surprise - there was none left!
Duck came to a complete standstill just short of the top, his wheels slipping on the ice. He tried to keep going, but no luck - he had to accept defeat. "Great. And I was nearly there as well."
His driver set off down the hill.
Diesel was on standby, when Duck's driver came down to see him. "Duck has stuck on the hill. Sandbox is empty."
Diesel saw this as the right time to show Duck how useful he could be.
His driver fetched a spare sandbag from the station yard, and the crew set off with Diesel to the hill. Duck had reversed back down the hill, when, with a honk on Diesel's horn, he realized who he was being helped by. "Oh no..not him.." he muttered to himself.
The driver and secondman sanded the hill, and everything was ready. "Right then Duck. Let's go!" But Duck wouldn't puff. "I REFUSE to be pushed by YOU!" "You'll be here for quite some time then. And you'll be late." Diesel pondered. Duck considered. "Oh...fine. Let's get this done with as soon as possible."
The two heaved, and Duck really gripped the sand. Diesel slipped at times, but performed greatly once gripping the sand.
Soon, Duck was over the hill with his train. Diesel watched him leave. He didn't care that Duck hadn't said 'thank you': being able to show him what he was made of was all that mattered to him. He crossed the line and reversed back, feeling pleased with himself.
That night, Diesel decided to come to the locomotive sheds. "I hear you helped Duck out on Gordon's Hill today." Edward said positively. Duck looked down at his buffers. "He was..alright I suppose." Diesel smiled. "You once blocked Tidmouth sheds with Percy once, right?" Edward asked, "Well, I don't see Gordon or Henry, or James holding a grudge against you for doing that now do they?" "I..well..I suppose so..but lying is alot more serious than that, don't you see?" "It is" Diesel took responsibility, "But the thing is that we can all be nasty, the important thing is to take responsibility and own up, and admit we were wrong. And I was." "And" Edward added, "It's not right to hold onto the negative times. We must always look forward and try to stay positive."
Duck understood. "Diesel..I'm sorry about all the comments I've made. I should have accepted that you'd changed, and I was also in the wrong by holding onto the past." "You know..you weren't too bad today either. Can we 'draw a line', so to speak, and make a fresh start?" "Of course, Duck. My pleasure."
Post by Ethan SD (TFT Productions) on Jul 5, 2018 22:04:02 GMT
"Toby, Come Home!"
By Ethan SD
“It’s a disgrace.” snorted Thomas The Tank Engine one day. “How come Toby gets to keep gallivanting off to help build that silly harbour at the big station?” “Thomas - you’re not listening.” groaned Percy, who had already lost his patience. “He’s not building it, he’s helping to strengthen it. It’s already built!”
“Try and strengthen his work ethic, that’s what I’d do.”
“Look, Thomas - all of our goods go to places like the harbour.” Percy tried to reason. “And it’s routine mainteny - maintiny - repair work, you know that.” “I don’t care.” Thomas retorted. “This is Toby’s line, as much as it is yours and mine. The Fat Controller should take another engine from another railway, instead of taking engines from mine! Now if you excuse me, I’m off to pull my train.”
And he did just that.
“Thomas has done so much in his time…” Percy pondered, respectfully. “He’s gone to York, pulled the express, met his fans of all things...how long will it be until he starts going around the world?”
Unfortunately for Thomas, his train took him to the big station, where he was able to meet Toby himself. He confronted him at the sheds.
“Enjoying your little holiday, are you Toby?” “Why yes,” Toby cut in sweetly. “Actually - I always think Tidmouth reminds me of -” “Silly engines who leave their post to go sightseeing.” “That reminds me, how is Henrietta faring with Mavis?” “You should have bought her - it would have added some variety to your holiday album, I expect!” “If you want to complain to anyone, complain to The Fat Controller. He makes the timetable.” “Humph! I most certainly will - when I see him!”
And Thomas puffed to the station.
The Fat Controller was enjoying an iced bun in the station cafe, when a porter came through the door. “...Want a bite?” “Thomas demands to speak to you, sir.” “I wondered what the whistling was about…”
Thomas made his thoughts quite clear. “Toby is a little engine anyway! And - and - remember that last time he tried to run on the mainline? Now Sir - we wouldn’t want poor, old Toby running out of water on the mainline, now would we?”
“Toby has coped very well so far, thank you Thomas” The Fat Controller reassured.
“But you have to understand Sir”, Thomas tried again - “As an engine who runs the most important part of the whole railway, I simply can’t be having a disruption to the schedule like this. It’s most inconvenient.”
“Neither can I.” The Fat Controller finished, as the guard's whistle blew. “And you can do your bit for the schedule - by doing your duties.”
Thomas puffed angrily away, defeated.
To add insult to injury, Thomas was tasked with shunting Toby’s stone trucks for every time he did return from the big station. “It’s like biting the hand that feeds you!” he often remarked.
He had to do this the next day. The trucks had had enough time to observe Thomas’ complaints, and now they decided to tease him over them.
“Ohhhh! Thomas misses his best friend! His bestest best friend in the whole world! I’m in TEARS! - OH! OH!”
A few quick bumps, and they were all in line, ready to go.
“No one humiliates me like that.” Thomas smiled smugly.
Toby collected the stone with no fuss, and made his way along the main line with the trucks, taking life easy. Until...
“Can you hear a noise?”
Toby’s crew brought the train to a stop, and examined everything thoroughly.
“One of your trucks has had a leak in it’s brake pipe.” Toby’s driver made the conclusion. “Rough handling, I think…”
“What now?” Toby quizzed. “It’s miles until the next station.”
Inconveniently, no one possessed any bootlace!
At last, they decided to carry on to the big station, where the truck would be replaced. Toby was annoyed, but glad he’d be getting the job done fully.
The Fat Controller was waiting for Toby at the harbour when he arrived. “A great shame - the one day I come to inspect, and this happens!”
Toby and his crew informed him of the faulty brake pipe.
“Those trucks have been fine for the last few days, haven’t they?” “Indeed.”
Toby spoke up - “I think I know the cause behind this, Sir.”
“Go on, Toby..” “Well, let’s just there’s a certain blue tank engine who’s been looking after these trucks…”
Thomas was most surprised to see The Fat Controller had come to visit the sheds that evening.
“You are a very naughty engine. I know you wanted Toby to come home, but that does not give you the right to go about sabotaging his duties. Or my rolling stock for that matter.”
“Sorry sir.” Thomas muttered feebly. “It was an accident.”
“Well…” The Fat Controller paused. “I’m pleased to report that Toby will be coming home sooner than expected.”
“Oh?” Thomas perked up.
As a punishment, The Fat Controller swapped the two engines around. Thomas had to work at the harbour, and arrange trucks there, while Toby was placed in charge of his branch line.
When word got ‘round, the other engines teased him. “Poor Thomas!” they would say.
“He wanted Toby to come home from holiday, and now here he is on one himself! Would you like to buy a postcard, little Thomas?”
And every single time, Thomas wished the rails would give way beneath him!
Post by Ethan SD (TFT Productions) on Jun 2, 2019 20:34:25 GMT
Oh The Hugh-manity! By Ethan SD
“Shake a wheel, Sir Handel”, his driver encouraged as he tapped on his funnel that morning. “It’s your turn to pull the first train.”
“Bah!” snorted Sir Handel. “I’m tired. Give it to Duncan - Skarloey even. Maybe Rheneas -”
Sir Handel conceded. “Very well...my train it is...”
Sir Handel grumbled to the water tower, mumbled to the coaling stage, and stumbled his way to the platform...only to find Ivo Hugh at the head of the coaches. He was the railway’s newest engine, and it hadn’t been long since he had emerged from the works.
“Hugh?! What the devil are you doing in my place?”
The Thin Controller appeared. “I would explain - but I’m sure you would like to, Hugh?”
“Well - um - you see, The Thin Controller thinks I need more experience learning the line, so he gave me the first train in your place today. Sorry no one told you. I think you have a slate run or something in my place to make up for it - sorry again!”
“Apology...accepted.” murmured Sir Handel through gritted teeth...
“That Ivo Hugh...Ohhhh, THAT Ivo Hugh - honestly!” Sir Handel complained as the trucks were bashed around the quarry.
“Five seconds out of the workshop, and he’s suddenly everyone’s favourite engine! He shows up at the platform and everyone smiles and takes his photo! Now I’m not jealous but it seems to me he is soaking the fame up! - ”
“You didn’t even want to pull that train today”, said Peter Sam who was nearby. “He was being considerate, he knows you well already!”
“Rubbish. I was just being oblivious to the truth.”
“Oblivious? You’ve been saying this ever since he started working on the line!”
“Well - I shouldn’t have forgotten about it. Anyway the point is, me and you - we worked for our status…”
“You got a knighthood -”
“That is beside the point. Ivo Hugh needs to understand that you work for respect.”
“He’ll learn it in time”, Peter Sam said finally. Sir Handel wondered if the day would ever come.
Whilst Ivo Hugh definitely had his critics, he certainly had his fans, too. Skarloey and Rheneas were very impressed by his work, and said so at the sheds that night.
“You remind me of when I was first built!”, Skarloey lamented.
“It’s the aura of a new engine”, agreed Rheneas. “It just cannot be matched.”
“Thank you very much - you’re all too kind.”
“Yes - I find it very justifiable everyone has taken to you,” Sir Handel began. “You are big and strong, and modern...I suppose...but I am curious as to one thing.”
“Would you - in times of peril, be able to prove yourself?”
The other engines rolled their eyes.
“I...um...what do you mean?”
“Take Rheneas for instance. Now he’s a good engine, but not just that. When the line was on the brink of closure, what did he do? When his motion failed, he didn’t care about stopping - he got those passengers to the end of the line, no doubt about that.”
“I...um...yes, he told me all about that -”
“Did he really?” Sir Handel perked up, realising his peers were ahead of the curve.
“Well - there is Skarloey. His springs also failed, and he did just the same. Do you see where my point lies?”
A quiet chuckle ensued, but Sir Handel scowled and the noise soon vanished.
“I’m sure if the day ever came, I would certainly ‘prove myself’, thank you Sir Handel. I've just been built! I have all the time in the world!”
“He’s right - you can’t force it!” Skarloey affirmed.
Sternly silenced, the engines went to sleep not long afterwards.
“…or can I?” Sir Handel said to himself. He went to sleep, in thought...
Sir Handel knew exactly what he had to do, and as The Thin Controller was giving his orders that morning, he asked…
“Sir? Is Ivo Hugh pulling the first train again today?”
“No, Sir Handel - it is your train again.”
“Ah - well, I was thinking - could me and Ivo Hugh pull it together? A double header that’d be - the passengers would love that - and we haven’t had the best moment to really get to know each other. That's what I could do with..”
The Thin Controller was most amused by this turn of events, but agreed. As Sir Handel and Hugh puffed off to collect the coaches, Skarloey and Rheneas talked amongst themselves.
“What is he planning?” "We'll soon find out..."
The journey up the line went very well indeed. The passengers marvelled at the scenery, and Sir Handel and Ivo Hugh talked pleasantly about life. Ivo Hugh was amazed when Sir Handel told him about his encounter with George. “It sounds like you showed him alright!”
“Yes, yes I did...we have a knack for that, so it seems.”
The engines waited by the lakeside station for the off, and that - I am sorry to say - is where the trouble began.
The passengers got in, the guard blew his whistle, Ivo Hugh started to heave, but Sir Handel wouldn’t budge.
“Oh MY! I say - ARGH!”
Sir Handel’s driver and fireman fiddled with his gears, looked over his boiler, and even had to decline the help of a part time magician who had travelled on the train, but found nothing to declare.
“What is wrong with you, Sir Handel?”
“There IS - something wrong with me. I - ARGH - feel it in my frames. Try looking there again!”
“But there is nothing wrong with you - we’ve just -”
“Ohhhh, an outsider’s glance perhaps - I am in PAIN, I tell you! Maybe there was something in the coal - in the water even - dirty water - ARGH - does exist you know! And then there’s the points - ARGH - outside the loop - they always jolt - Rusty really should - ARGH - repair them - it could have been anything! Anything! ”
Sir Handel’s crew began to wonder if their engine could ever act normal.
Ivo Hugh’s driver and fireman came and looked him over as well, but much the same, they too found nothing.
“Whatever will we do? We can’t keep the passengers waiting.” Ivo Hugh replied, concerned.
“Ivo Hugh...my - ARGH - good friend...you are big and strong and modern...you can - ARGH - pull me and the coaches to the terminus, surely?”
“I could...but I’m waiting for you.”
Sir Handel was taken aback.
“I know what you’re trying to do, Sir Handel. You’re trying to..um..present me with a situation in which I’ll ‘prove myself’.”
Sir Handel could not believe what he was hearing.
“Do I look stupid to you, Sir Handel?! After what you said in the sheds yesterday? Of COURSE I’d know you were up to something!”
“Yeah…” Sir Handel’s driver thought. “I should have known it was coincidental you wanted to pull a train with him...”
“Listen to them honestly! You think I'd do something like this for fun?!”
“Yes.” Sir Handel’s crew, Ivo Hugh’s crew and the guard all said at once.
“Bother.” said Sir Handel bluntly. But he knew the train would now be behind, so he had to come to terms with the fact that his plan had been a failure.
“And just what time do you call this?” Henry huffed as Sir Handel and Ivo Hugh coasted into the Works Station.
“I call this a few minutes behind time, Henry. What do you call it?” Hugh replied cheerily.
Henry noticed Sir Handel was present. “Sir Handel's been a nuisance I see?”
“You could say that - a well intentioned nuisance, though!”
“‘Well intentioned’? Pah! For himself maybe!” and as the passengers swapped trains, he departed with a smile on his face.
The Thin Controller was present, and he quickly heard what Sir Handel had tried to do.
“You ARE a naughty engine. Stalling to make Ivo Hugh pull your train on his own? I am very ashamed of you.”
“I only...tried to test him!” Sir Handel whimpered, but The Thin Controller would hear none of it.
“You have been far too topsy-turvy lately. Perhaps you require some testing yourself..."
And - true to his word, he was. Sir Handel was punished by being made to pull all of Peter Sam’s slate trains that week, and when he wasn’t doing that, he was shut up in the shed.
He hated it, but looking on the bright side, he knew Ivo Hugh could still get his day.
“Never mind Sir Handel!” smiled Ivo Hugh as the blue tank engine prepared to collect his trucks one day. “Maybe for your sake, I might pop a piston on my way to the lake. I might even find something in the coal, or maybe a case of dirty water, or maybe I might jolt myself on the points. Anything can happen - we are steam engines after all!”
Post by Ethan SD (TFT Productions) on Jun 20, 2019 17:35:58 GMT
Thomas, Bertie and the Thieves Based on 'Stop Thief' From RWS No.27
Original Story By Christopher Awdry
Thomas and Bertie are very good friends indeed, but sometimes, they have their disagreements.
One morning, Thomas was waiting at the top station of his branch line for Bertie to bring his passengers, but he was running late, and Thomas was very cross.
“Sorry...Thomas…” Bertie panted when he arrived at last. “There must be...something...wrong with my engine!”
“Pah!” retorted Thomas. “My branch line is the pride of the line! How can I keep it running properly with you dawdling?! The Fat Controller and all the engines depend on me!”
And before Bertie could answer, Thomas had puffed away with Annie and Clarabel.
At the junction, the guard was talking to Thomas, and his driver and fireman.
“Did you know the stationmaster was burgled last night?”
“I didn’t know he had anything worth stealing!” laughed the fireman.
“He’s won cups for gardening” the guard explained. “All taken, and then the thieves were so cheeky they stole his nice, new brown car to take them away in!”
“If he’s won cups for gardening, he could plant flowers in them,'' Henry said cheekily.
“Well!” Thomas exclaimed. “First Bertie, now the stationmaster! Whatever is happening?!”
“It’s just one of those days, Thomas” the driver sighed as they climbed aboard. They were very sorry to hear about it, and agreed they would help in any way they could.
Before long, Thomas was out in the countryside. The train was running nicely, but they reached a part of the line where it runs alongside a road.
Thomas noticed a car on the road ahead. It was brown...and shiny...and -
“Go faster! Go faster!” he shouted.
“Don’t be silly Thomas, you’re not racing Bertie today -”
But he soon understood.
“Why - it must be the thieves! Full steam ahead, Thomas!” and they were soon racing alongside.
They gave chase for as long as they could, until the road diverted away.
“Bother!” huffed Thomas. “Now we’ll never catch them!”
“Yes we will!” grinned the fireman.
Eventually, they reached a signalbox. Thomas stopped to allow the driver to send a message to the signalman.
“Call the police, and tell them to block off the road!”
They didn’t need to worry.
The thieves made their way past the shops and houses...until they came across Bertie, who had broken down, and was laying in the middle of the road.
“You silly bus!” they said to Bertie furiously. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”
Bertie was too tired to reply.
The thieves walked back to the car, only to find a policeman waiting for them.
“Ello ello ello! What’s this about those garden trophies then?”
The thieves were sent away for a very long time, and The Fat Controller was pleased when he had heard all about it.
He organised a celebration at the station a few days later for Thomas and Bertie. The stationmaster was very happy to have his trophies back!
“Thank you Thomas! Thank you Bertie - maybe you should become a police bus in future!”
“I think you will all agree” The Fat Controller began, “that Thomas and Bertie have proven how really useful they are to the running of the Sodor railway. Hip hip, hooray hooray hooray!” and everyone cheered.
“I’m not sure I could be a police bus” Bertie said to Thomas. “I’m quite useful as I am now!”
“I agree, Bertie. I suppose your faulty engine came in handy after all!” remarked Thomas.
Post by Ethan SD (TFT Productions) on Jul 10, 2019 14:14:10 GMT
Gordon's Elbow Grease Inspired by Series 5 of Thomas The Tank Engine and Friends.
Gordon was shunting in the big yard.
“This is disgraceful!” he exclaimed. “This job is for small engines like Thomas and Duck, not a splendid big engine like me!”
Donald and Douglas were close by.
“You don’t know the meaning of hard work, Gordon!” said Donald.
“Pah!” snorted Gordon. “The meaning of hard work is that I’m not involved with it! You’re only little engines, your work isn’t as important as pulling the express is!”
“Och aye!” Douglas was shocked to hear something so daft. “Our work IS important - we take goods all around the island for people to use - without it, we wouldn’t have any work to do at all!”
But Gordon was too puffed up in the smokebox to listen to them.
Next morning, Gordon and the engines were getting ready for the day’s work when The Fat Controller arrived. He spoke severely to Gordon.
“Donald and Douglas have been telling me that you have been getting too big for your wheels, so I want you to pull James’ coal train to Tidmouth Hault. James can pull the express today.”
James was delighted! But Gordon wasn’t.
“Sir!” he spluttered. “I pull the express better than James! Why am I pulling his train?!”
“Really useful engines don’t argue”, so Gordon felt it wise not to.
Gordon’s trucks were loaded by the time he had arrived at the coaling plant.
“Ah well”, Gordon sighed. “I might not be pulling the express, but at least I can have a fast run to the station!”
“Sorry Gordon”, his driver replied. “This is a slow train, and we have to make one stop at Edward’s station. Never mind! We can have a fast run to the sheds after we get to the seaside!”
Gordon was more cross than ever!
Soon, Gordon was out on the open line. He enjoyed the countryside, but now the trucks were being very troublesome.
“Gordon’s too slow! Gordon’s too slow! When will we get there, we don’t know!”
“Be QUIET!” And Gordon bumped the trucks fiercely, but they still carried on in their silly way.
Donald and Douglas were waiting at Edward’s station for Gordon to arrive. When he did, they were most surprised to find that the dust from his trucks had made his paintwork very dirty indeed. Gordon wanted to wheesh steam to cover himself, but he couldn’t.
“Look at that, Donald! There’s another engine who looks just like us!”
“Och, no Douglas, he’s too big to look like us!”
Gordon felt very embarrassed, and was glad when they had set off.
Gordon couldn’t help but wince as he passed the other engines.
“Why are you pulling trucks, Gordon? Have you forgotten what coaches look like?” laughed Thomas.
But Gordon was relieved at long last when he finally arrived at the seaside. The driver and fireman helped the guard to unload the coal into sacks on the platform, and in no time at all the coal had been loaded into the nearby lorries.
The stationmaster was really pleased to see Gordon.
“Oh thank you Gordon! Our town has been without power for a week, but now my family will be able to be warm again!”
Gordon didn’t feel ashamed anymore.
“Oh, it was nothing!” he said modestly.
Donald and Douglas pulled into the sheds that evening, and found Gordon being cleaned by his crew.
“Driver says my paintwork will be splendid again by tomorrow”, he said proudly.
“How was your day of hard work, Gordon?” asked Douglas.
“It wasn’t so bad...”, Gordon began, “It was nice to bring happiness to the stationmaster. I’m sorry I was rude to you yesterday, I was wrong - goods trains are just as important as the express.”
Post by Ethan SD (TFT Productions) on Sept 4, 2019 14:32:21 GMT
From Mickey’s Eyes
By Ethan SD
Brendam Docks was a prestigious port, the busiest on the Island Of Sodor. On a normal day you’ll see freight lined up along the dockside, boats sailing in from far and wide, and especially, you’ll see the cranes of the harbour lifting and unloading ‘round the clock.
There are three cranes that keep the docks running to schedule. One called Cranky, another called Carly, and the biggest crane there was - Big Mickey. They were an unlikely trio, and knew it too...
On one particular day, James The Red Engine was waiting for one of the cranes to load a lorry onto his flatbed. He was getting impatient, and whistled loudly...
“Come on! Hurry up! Get a move on! I can’t be here all day!”
“Thank goodness for that,” Cranky retorted.
“How are there three cranes, and not a single one that’s free?!”
“You’ll just have to wait, Chuck” Carly replied, turning her attention to the lorry in question, within the liner that she and Cranky were helping to unload. “You’ll be ready in time - lifting isn’t a fast thing to do, you know…”
James, realising it was fruitless to argue with them, was uncoupled from his trucks, and advanced toward Big Mickey - who was at the top corner of the port. He could see that Big Mickey wasn’t working today, and was being mended by some workmen.
“Cranes are ‘airy fairy’ things; they’re up in the ‘air’ and they act just like fairies...”
“...fairies?,” came a soft response.
“Say what?” James replied. He wasn’t used to Big Mickey speaking, as much as he was with the others.
Big Mickey froze for a moment.
“I’m not ‘airy fairy’.” said Cranky, who had heard him. “I’m perfectly normal.”
Big Mickey froze again - “Oh yeah - we’re perfectly normal, like you said. Oh James - um, how are you today?”
James was taken aback.
“Well, I would feel much better if my flatbed was loaded as soon as possible - that’s how I feel, thank you.”
“Oh, I can understand that. We all have our own things to do after all...go on James,” Mickey continued, in his soft tone - “You must be in a hurry for something. What are you looking forward to doing later?”
“Oh...hmm...why do you like pulling coaches?”
“Well, because people get to see my bright red paintwork, and I get to fly along the line...but not with trucks…”
“Ahh...why not with trucks?”
“Trucks are slow and bump you around...but not coaches - and why do you care anyway?” James answered rudely.
Big Mickey was going to be rude back, but...
“Well, as you can see...I mean, I’m not an engine, am I?”
James rolled his eyes. “Really? I never noticed…”
“I’m a crane...and I mean, I-I don’t take my position for granted, something you do.”
“Take my position for granted? I never do that.”
“Well, um, that’s good then. I mean many of us cranes would love to be running around on the mainline, hot on your wheels as you are, but unfortunately we’re always stuck up here. It’s sad, really, isn’t it Carly?”
“Not at all, I love being a crane, Chuck!”
While this conversation was taking place, Carly had finally loaded the lorry onto James’ flatbed. He rolled back toward it, and after it had been loaded, he set off at last.
“Cheerio, James!” called Mickey. “Take care with that lorry you’ve got there. And don’t crash!”
“That ‘Big Mickey’...it’s like he’s from another port…”
When the docks went on a break for lunch, the cranes had time to themselves to talk about the morning’s events.
“Did you see what I tried there?” Mickey asked the other cranes. “It’s a new tactic of mine. When an engine gets impatient or rude, I try to...talk down to them, very slowly. Put them in their place..”
“Isn’t that what you do, Cranky? Talk down to engines?” Carly smirked.
“Oh Mickey - that’s good - but I was confused. One moment you’re being nice to James, the next you’re trying not to be. Does this have anything to do with all these years of silence?” Cranky asked.
“I...well...I never said that, did I?”
“Well, chuck, I think it’s very nice. It’s better to be friendly than unfriendly eh Cranky?”
“Mickey - you have a lot to learn about ‘talking down’ to engines. Take it from me…”
As that was said, the cranes heard the familiar whistles of the China Clay Twins, Bill and Ben.
Mr. Coffey Pot: Sleeper Agent Actually the close up cab interior is in fact original. It was made during the production of the first series. Best discuss it with @tomsprops on Twitter about it for more information. Thank you for your feedback on the video I just shared. 👍
Oct 18, 2019 8:37:21 GMT
Sleeper Agent: Oh right lol, thought it looked an outstanding replica Wasn't aware it endured such a long life, anyway great it has and it's fantastic what some of the community have been able to pool together and restore
Oct 18, 2019 9:18:20 GMT
fobhew22: The latest ERS volume has hit the Library! If you placed a guess about the latest developments on the MSHR, it's time to see if you were right! Why not go and have a look?
Oct 20, 2019 21:06:02 GMT
ScarletSpider: Picked up a nice set of the Rev. W. Awdry's books in a boxset toay from a Charity shop. All 26 in it, in great condition with box only having minor scuffs. £10.
Oct 21, 2019 14:31:01 GMT
Fox: Good evening SiF - a late but due update down at the Dockside in the ERS Novels section has just floated - a smaller Story Arc this time, but one that will, we hope, answer a lot of fan questions.
Oct 21, 2019 19:05:53 GMT