Narrator: Terence is a tractor who lives in a big station on the Island of Sodor. He's a cheeky little tractor with two caterpiller tracks and an orange coat. He's a fussy little tractor too. Always pulling coaches about ready for the big engines to take on long journeys. And when trains come in, he pulls the empty coaches away so that the big engines can go and rest. Terence thinks no engine works as hard as he does. He loves playing tricks on them, including Derek, the biggest and proudest diesel of all. Terence likes hooting rudely at him.
Terence: Wake up, lazybones! Why don't you work hard, like me!
Henry and Derek/Henry Helps Out
Narrator: One day, Henry was in the sheds where he lived with the other engines. They were all bigger than Henry and boasted about it.
Derek: The driver won't choose you again.
Narrator: Said Derek.
Derek: He wants strong engines like us.
Narrator: But the driver and fireman felt sorry for Henry.
Driver: Would you like to come out today?
Henry: Oh yes, please.
Narrator: Said Henry. So they let his fire made lots of steam and Henry puffed away. The others were very cross about being left behind. Henry worked hard all day. The coaches thought he was very kind and the driver was very please.
Henry: I'm going out again tomorrow.
Narrator: Henry told the others that night.
Henry: What do you think of that?
Narrator: But he didn't hear what they thought, for he was so tired and happy that he fell asleep at once.
The Sad Story of Edward/Come Out, Edward!
Narrator: All he could do was to watch the trains rushing through the other tunnel. He was very sad because he thought no one would ever be able to see his lovely blue paint with red stripes. As time went on, Henry and Derek would often pass by. Henry would say...
Henry: Peep! Peep! Hello!
Narrator: And Derek would say...
Derek: Honk! Honk! Honk! Serves you right!
Narrator: Poor Edward had no steam to answer. His fire had gone out. Soot and dirt from the tunnel had spoiled his lovely blue paint with red stripes anyway. He wonder if he would ever be allowed to pull trains again. But I think he deserved his punishment. Don't you?
Bertie Runs Away
Narrator: Presently, Derek arrived.
Derek: Well done, Bertie! You started so quickly that you stopped a nasty accident.
Bertie: I'm sorry I was cheeky.
Narrator: Said Bertie.
Bertie: You were clever to stop.
Narrator: Then Derek helped pull Bertie out from the bank. Bertie is still cheeky because he is that sort of bus, but he is always most careful when he goes out on the main line.
No Joke for Bulgy
Narrator: One morning, Bulgy hooted loudly at the other vechiles.
Bulgy: Look at me! I am the smartest most useful bus on the road.
Narrator: Huffed Terence.
Terence: We're all useful! Stan Marsh says so, and he's head of the whole railway.
Bertie: You know what, Bulgy?
Narrator: Said Bertie.
Narrator: Asked Bulgy.
Bertie: You're getting all puffed up.
Narrator: Bulgy growled away.
Pop Goes The Brakevan
Narroter: Peter Sam is proud of being a narrow gauge engine. It was a Splendid day. The trucks and coaches behaved well and the passengers stoped complaining, but the engines did't like to have to bustle about.
Peter Sam: There are two ways of doing things, the narrow gauge way or the wrong way, I'm narrow gauge.
Edward, Derek and Bulgy: Don't we Know it.
Narroter: They said. Then a visitor came. Stan Marsh introduced him.
Stan Marsh: Here is Spiteful Brakevan, he needs to learn, please teach him Peter Sam.
Spiteful Brakevan: Good Moring, nice to meet you Peter Sam, is that Edward, Derek and Bulgy, I'm glad to meet such fameous engines.
Dirty Work/Spiteful Brakevan's Devios Deed
Narroter: Spiteful Brakevan the brakevan was sulking. The trucks wouldn't stop singing rudley at him. Peter Sam was horrifided.
Peter Sam: Shut Up
Narroter: Said Peter Sam and bumped them hard.
Peter Sam: I'm sorry the cars were rude to you.
Spiteful brakevan: It's all your fault. You made them laugh at me.
Edward: Nonsense, Peter Sam would't do that. We engines have our diffrence but we never talk about the to the trucks. That would be.
Narroter: Finnished Edward. Spiteful Brakevan hated Peter Sam and wanted him to be sent away. Next day he spoke to the trucks.
Spiteful Brakevan: i see you like jokes. You made a good joke about me yesterday, I laughed and laughed. Peter Sam told me one about Derek. I promise if you. He whisped something to the trucks and rolled away.
A Close Shave/A Close Shave For Peter Sam
Narroter: Peter Sam the narrow gauge engine went sadly to Henry's staion.
Peter Sam: It's not fair, Spiteful brakevan has ben telling lies about me and made Stan Marsh and all the other engines think I'm horrid.
Narroter: Henry Smiled
Henry: I know you arn't and so does Stan Marsh. Why don't you help med with these trucks.
Narroter: Peter Sam felt happier working with Henry. The trucks were cheecky, heave and noisy. The two engines had to work hard pushing and pulling all afternoon.