Narrator: Rosie the Super Spirited Engine has worked her line for many years, and knows it very well.
Rosie's Driver: "You know just where to stop, Rosie, you could almost manage it without me.
Narrator: Rosie had become concieted. She didn't realize her driver was joking.
Narrator: Later, she boasted to the others.
Rosie: "My driver says I don't need her right now."
Thomas: "Don't be so daft!"
Percy: "I'd never go without my driver, I'd be frightened."
Rosie: "I'm not terrified."
Percy: "You'd never dare!"
Rosie: "I would then, you'll see."
Narrator: That afternoon, the fire lighter came. Rosie drowsed comfortably, and the warmth spread through her entire body.
Narrator: Thomas and Percy were still asleep. Rosie suddenly remembered.
Rosie: "Crazy stick-in-the-muds, I'll show them. My driver said I could manage without her. I'll just go out, then I'l stop and WHEESH! That'll make them jump."
Narrator: Rosie thought she was being clever. Really, she was only moving because a careless cleaner had meddled with her controls. She soon found her mistake. She tried to wheesh, but she couldn't. she tried to stop, but she couldn't. She just kept rolling along. She didn't dare look at what was coming next; there was the yard manager's house. The yard manager was just about to have lunch.
Narrator: The house rocked, broken glass tinkled, plaster was everywhere. Rosie had collected a shrub on her travels. She peered into the room through its leaves. She couldn't speak.
Narrator: The yard manager was furious. Her husband picked up his plate."
Yard Manager's Husband: "You miserable engine, just look what you did to our lunch, now I must cook some more!"
Narrator: He banged the door, more plaster fell. This time, it fell right on Rosie. Rosie was very depressed.
Narrator: Workmen propped up the house with strong poles, and laid a path through the garden.
Narrator: Meanwhile Bill and Ben arrived.
Bill: "Don't embarrass yourself, Rosie."
Ben: "We'll soon have you back on the rails."
Narrator: They laughed.
Narrator: Bill and Ben, working hard, managed to haul Rosie back to safety. Bits of fencing, a bush, and a broken window frame festuned her front, which was badly twisted. The twins laughed and left her.
Narrator: Rosie was in disgrace.
Narrator: There was worse to come.
Fat Controller's Wife: "You're a very naughty engine, Rosie."
Rosie (muffled): "I know, ma'am, I'm terribly sorry, ma'am."
Narrator: Rosie's voice was muffled behind her bush.
Fat Controller's Wife: "You must go to the works and have your front repaired, it'll be a super long job."
Rosie: "Yes, ma'am."
Fat Controller's Wife: "Meanwhile, a diesel engine will do your work."
Rosie: "A d-d-diesel engine, ma'am?"
Fat Controller's Wife: "Yes, Rosie, diesel engines always stay in their diesel engine houses 'til they are wanted. Diesel engines never go off to lunch in yard manager's houses."