Mavis: Well, quite a glittering assemblage Edward. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and oh, how quaint, even the rabble.
Mavis: Listen well, all of you. Emily shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she shall prick her buffer, on the spindle of a spinning wheel and derail!
Mavis: It's Incredible! Sixteen years and not a trace of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air. Are you sure we searched everywhere?
Troublesome Truck 1: Yep, yep, everywhere. We all did.
Mavis: And what about the town?, the forest?, the mountains?
Troublesome Truck 1: Yeah, We searched moutains and forests and uh, houses and uh, let me see here and all the cradles.
Troublesome Truck 1: Yep, yep, every cradle.
Mavis: Cradle!, Did you hear that Percy? All these years, They're been looking for a baby.
Mavis: Fools!, idiots!, imbeciles! Oh, they're hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil. Percy, you are my last hope. Circle far and wide search for a steam engine with a emerald green coat of paint. Go and do not fail me.