Narrator: One day, Thomas was at the station when Gordon shuffled in with some trucks. Thomas: “Phew!” remarked Thomas. “What a funny smell. Can you smell a smell?” Annie: “I can't smell a smell.” said Annie. Thomas: “A funny musty sort of smell.” said Thomas. Gordon: “No one noticed until you did.” grunted Gordon. “It must be yours.” Narrator: Not long ago, he had fallen into a dirty ditch. Thomas enjoyed teasing him about it. Thomas: "Annie, Clarabel, do you know what I think it is? It's ditch water." Narrator: Before Gordon could answer, Thomas puffed away. Annie and Clarabel could hardly believe their ears. Annie and Clarabel: “He's dreadfully rude, I feel quite ashamed. I feel quite ashamed, he's dreadfully rude.” and to Thomas they said. “You mustn't be rude, you make us ashamed.” Narrator: But Thomas didn't care a bit. Thomas: “That was funny, that was funny.” he chuckled. Narrator: He felt very pleased with himself. Annie and Clarabel were deeply shocked. They had great respect for Gordon the Big Engine. Thomas left the coaches at the station and went off to a mine for some trucks. Long ago, miners digging for lead had made tunnels under the ground. Their roofs are strong enough to hold up trucks, but not the weight of engines. A large notice warns them not to enter the area: "Danger! Engines must not pass this board." Thomas: “Silly old board.” thought Thomas. Narrator: He had often tried to pass it, but had never succeeded. But this morning he had made a plan. The fireman went to turn the points. Thomas: “Now for my plan!” thought Thomas. Narrator: Bumping the trucks fiercely, he jerked his driver off the footplate, and followed them into the siding. Thomas' Driver: “Come back!” yelled his driver. (A loud crash is heard as Thomas falls to the mine) Thomas: “Fire and smoke!” said Thomas, “I'm sunk.” and he was. “Oh, dear!” he said. “I am a silly engine!” (The Fat Controller spawns) The Fat Controller: “And a very naughty one, too. I saw you.” said the Fat Controller. Thomas: "Please get me out. I won't be naughty again." The Fat Controller: "I'm not sure. We can't lift you out with a crane. The ground's not firm enough. Hmm, let me see. I wonder if Gordon could pull you out." Thomas: “Yes, Sir.” said Thomas. Narrator: But he didn't want to meet Gordon just yet. Gordon: “Down a mine, is he? Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Gordon. “What a joke! Poop, poop, little Thomas! We'll have you out in a couple of puffs.” Narrator: Strong cables were fastened between the two engines. The Fat Controller: "Are you ready? Heave!" (Gordon pulls Thomas out of the mine) Narrator: It was a lot harder than they all thought, but at last, Thomas was free. Thomas: “I'm sorry I was cheeky.” said Thomas. Gordon: “That's alright, Thomas. You made me laugh.” replied Gordon. “I'm in disgrace.” Thomas: “So am I.” said Thomas. Gordon: "Why so you are, Thomas. Shall we form an alliance? You help me, and I’ll help you." Thomas: “Right you are.” agreed Thomas. Gordon: “Good. That's settled.” grumbled Gordon. Narrator: And buffer to buffer, the allies puffed home.
Narrator: One day, Thomas was at the station when Gordon shuffled in with some trucks.
Thomas: “Phew!” remarked Thomas. “What a funny smell. Can you smell a smell?”
Annie: “I can't smell a smell.” said Annie.
Thomas: “A funny musty sort of smell.” said Thomas.
Gordon: “No one noticed until you did.” grunted Gordon. “It must be yours.”
Narrator: Not long ago, he had fallen into a dirty ditch. Thomas enjoyed teasing him about it.
Thomas: "Annie, Clarabel, do you know what I think it is? It's ditch water."
Narrator: Before Gordon could answer, Thomas puffed away. Annie and Clarabel could hardly believe their ears.
Annie and Clarabel: “He's dreadfully rude, I feel quite ashamed. I feel quite ashamed, he's dreadfully rude.” and to Thomas they said. “You mustn't be rude, you make us ashamed.”
Narrator: But Thomas didn't care a bit.
Thomas: “That was funny, that was funny.” he chuckled.
Narrator: He felt very pleased with himself. Annie and Clarabel were deeply shocked. They had great respect for Gordon the Big Engine. Thomas left the coaches at the station and went off to a mine for some trucks. Long ago, miners digging for lead had made tunnels under the ground. Their roofs are strong enough to hold up trucks, but not the weight of engines. A large notice warns them not to enter the area: "Danger! Engines must not pass this board."
Thomas: “Silly old board.” thought Thomas.
Narrator: He had often tried to pass it, but had never succeeded. But this morning he had made a plan. The fireman went to turn the points.
Thomas: “Now for my plan!” thought Thomas.
Narrator: Bumping the trucks fiercely, he jerked his driver off the footplate, and followed them into the siding.
Thomas' Driver: “Come back!” yelled his driver.
(A loud crash is heard as Thomas falls to the mine)
Thomas: “Fire and smoke!” said Thomas, “I'm sunk.” and he was. “Oh, dear!” he said. “I am a silly engine!”
(The Fat Controller spawns)
The Fat Controller: “And a very naughty one, too. I saw you.” said the Fat Controller.
Thomas: "Please get me out. I won't be naughty again."
The Fat Controller: "I'm not sure. We can't lift you out with a crane. The ground's not firm enough. Hmm, let me see. I wonder if Gordon could pull you out."
Thomas: “Yes, Sir.” said Thomas.
Narrator: But he didn't want to meet Gordon just yet.
Gordon: “Down a mine, is he? Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Gordon. “What a joke! Poop, poop, little Thomas! We'll have you out in a couple of puffs.”
Narrator: Strong cables were fastened between the two engines.
The Fat Controller: "Are you ready? Heave!"
(Gordon pulls Thomas out of the mine)
Narrator: It was a lot harder than they all thought, but at last, Thomas was free.
Thomas: “I'm sorry I was cheeky.” said Thomas.
Gordon: “That's alright, Thomas. You made me laugh.” replied Gordon. “I'm in disgrace.”
Thomas: “So am I.” said Thomas.
Gordon: "Why so you are, Thomas. Shall we form an alliance? You help me, and I’ll help you."
Thomas: “Right you are.” agreed Thomas.
Gordon: “Good. That's settled.” grumbled Gordon.
Narrator: And buffer to buffer, the allies puffed home.
Look out Thomas!