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(WHISTLE TOOTING)

(NARRATOR READING)

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

(SINGING) They're two, they're four

They're six, they're eight

Shunting trucks and hauling freight

Red And green and brown and blue

They're the Really Useful Crew

All with different roles to play

Round Tidmouth Sheds or far away

Down the hills and round the bends

Thomas and his friends

NARRATOR: The island of Sodor
is surrounded by beautiful blue sea.

It has fields of green
and sandy yellow beaches.

There are rivers, streams,
and lots of trees where the birds sing.

There are windmills and a coal mine

and docks where visitors to the island arrive.

The island also has
lots and lots of railway lines.

Who's that puffing down the track?

It's Thomas!

Hello, Thomas.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Hello, everybody.

Welcome to the island of Sodor.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

(NARRATOR READING)

It was Christmas Eve,

and people were still hurrying
home to their families

on the island of Sodor.

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

(WHISTLES BLOWING AND TOOTING)

Not more snow.

I just cleared the whole branch line.

At least we won't have to wear
our snow plows tomorrow.

That's right.

We can all stay in our nice, warm sheds.

What are you two talking about?

Tomorrow is Christmas, silly.

And there are no trains running all day.

Great! I like keeping warm.

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

NARRATOR: Connor was on the mainland

collecting passengers for Sodor,

but there were too many people,

and his coaches were full.

Oh, no.

The train's going without us.

Don't worry, little boy.

I'll be back. I promise.

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

There's still one more train before Christmas.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

NARRATOR: It was already late

by the time Connor
reached Knapford station.

Sir, if I can get some more coaches,

then I can make one more run
to the mainland and back,

and everyone will be home for Christmas.

You will have to be quick, Connor.

More heavy snow is on the way.

Don't you worry, sir.
I'm a very fast engine.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

Coaches, coaches, coaches.

Where can I find some extra coaches?

COACHES: (TOGETHER) Take us.

Who said that?

COACHES: (TOGETHER) Take us
if you want to be fast.

Sounds like the slip coaches to me.

You can uncouple
the slip coaches on the move

and let them roll into the stations

so you won't have to stop.

Perfect. I'll be faster than ever
if I don't have to stop.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

NARRATOR: Connor hurried back
across the island,

pulling the slip coaches.

But the snow was getting heavier.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

And the snow was the trouble.

The engines were struggling
to keep the track clear,

and Paxton had managed to get stuck.

That was when Sir Topham Hatt
decided to make an announcement.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

(STEAM HISSING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

The snow is too heavy.

The main line is blocked.

I'm afraid we won't be able
to run any more trains tonight.

But what about Connor, sir,

and the passengers waiting on the mainland?

What about the last train?

It looks like the last train
will have to be canceled, Thomas.

Diesel is right.

We can't risk having passengers
stranded in the snow.

But the snow is stopping.

We can clear the tracks.

We just have to get plowing.

It's too late, Thomas. It's already dark.

The stations will be closing.

Diesel is right, Thomas.
It's dark, and it's late.

But what about all those people
trying to get home for Christmas?

Uh... Exactly.

That's what I was about to say.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Thomas is right.

You must all work together
and clear the snow

to help Connor and the last train
for Christmas.

ALL: Yes, sir!

(WHISTLES TOOTING)

NARRATOR: There was
a lot of snow on the line.

The engines had to work hard
to make sure as many tracks

as possible were cleared for the last train.

Thomas and Percy were clearing
the track up to Wellsworth.

Look, Thomas. Do you think it's...

THOMAS: Harold!
That's Harold, the helicopter.

He's out searching for anyone
stuck in the snow.

Oh.

NARRATOR: Edward and Henry
cleared the track beyond Maron,

but the snow was deepest
out near Vicarstown,

and Emily was running out of steam.

Oh, dear.

I've never seen snow so deep!

Oh.

NARRATOR: She couldn't
clear the track to the mainland.

Diesel was right.

The last train will have to be canceled.

Whoa! What's that?

(TRAIN WHOOSHING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

It's Hiro!

NARRATOR: Hiro had been plowing
from the other direction.

And now the line was clear
for Connor's last train.

Thank you!

Is that who I think it is?

Who? What?

Oh. Sorry.

It's Harold the helicopter, actually.

NARRATOR: Connor released the first
slip coach at Kellsthorpe road station.

(WHISTLES TOOT)

He released the second slip coach at Maron.

Thomas had just finished clearing the line
at Wellsworth station...

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

When Connor raced through
and released the last slip coach.

But it didn't stop.

Connor had uncoupled it
too close to the station.

Fizzling fireboxes!

The passengers will be stranded in the snow.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

NARRATOR: Luckily, Thomas was there

to bring the coach and the passengers
back into the station.

PASSENGERS: Hooray for Thomas!

Thank you, Connor. Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you too, little boy.

You have done a great job tonight, Connor.

(WHISTLES TOOTING)

Thank you, sir.

But I couldn't have made it
without my friends.

Yes, of course.

It is thanks to all of you
that the last passengers got back to Sodor

in time for Christmas.

Merry Christmas, engines.

Merry Christmas and good night.

ALL: Merry Christmas, sir.

BOTH: Good night.

(WHISTLES TOOTS)

Merry Christmas, Harold!

SANTA: Ho, ho, ho, ho!

(WHISTLES TOOTING)

Calling all engines!

Calling all engines!

It's Toby.

Toby is the number seven tram engine.

He doesn't have a whistle or a horn
like the other engines.

Instead, Toby has a bell.

Toby is a square, brown, wooden steam tram

with cowcatchers.

Toby is usually found on the quarry line
with his faithful coach, Henrietta.

Toby may not be as fast or as strong
as the other engines,

but he always tries his best.

That's why he's a Really Useful engine.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Wait a moment.

Who's that coming down the line?

It's Henry.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

He's the number three green engine.

When Henry first came to Sodor,
he had to run on special coal.

He was eventually repaired,
and now he runs on regular coal.

Because of this, Henry tends to worry
and be overcautious.

He's a large engine,

and his favorite job is pulling
the flying kipper.

Henry always gets the job done
safely and on time.

That's why he's a Really Useful engine.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

(NARRATOR READING)

It was Christmas time on the island of Sodor

and another busy day at Brendam docks.

Cranky was unloading cargo as usual.

Heaving hooks! What's this?

Weighs a ton!

Shiver me axles.

It's Gator.

Hello, Salty. Did you miss me?

Oh, aye, matey. I did.

But I know someone
who missed you even more.

Percy!

Percy! Is he here?

I'd love to see Percy.

Percy used to come to the docks every day
to see if you were back.

But he doesn't do that anymore.

Oh.

-Arr.
-(HORN BLARES)

Well, you have been gone a long time, matey.

(CHUCKLES)

NARRATOR: The ship Gator had arrived on

had also brought a lot
of rock salt to the island.

But the delivery note had got wet
on the journey,

and no one could tell what it said.

I think this salt is for the quarry,

but I don't have an engine
to take it there right now.

Can you take it, Gator?

I'd be happy to.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

GATOR: And maybe I'll see Percy.

Do tell him I'm back
if you see him first, won't you?

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Arr. That we will, Gator.

(LAUGHS)

Good morning, Thomas.

Good morning, Gator.

NARRATOR: Thomas nearly popped a piston
when he realized who he'd seen.

Gator!

Yes, it's me.

Just delivering some rock salt to the quarry.

Does Percy know you're back?

(LAUGHING) No, not yet.

But please be sure to tell him
when you see him.

I will. See you later, Gator.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Bust my buffers. Gator's back!

Wait till Percy hears the news!

NARRATOR: Thomas raced
into the shunting yard

and found Percy working hard,
keeping the cars in order.

Look out, Thomas. What's the rush?

Percy, you'll never guess
who's back on Sodor

in time for Christmas.

Who? (GASPS)

Is it Santa Claus?

Gator!

Gator? Really?

My old friend?

Yes!

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

This will be the best Christmas ever.

Well, um, where is he, then?

Oh, he had to make a delivery to the quarry.

Thanks, Thomas.

Maybe I'll make a delivery to the quarry, too.

But you don't have any cars.

What are you going to deliver?

Me. (WHISTLE TOOTS)

(LAUGHS)

NARRATOR: Gator couldn't wait
to make his delivery

so that he could go and find Percy.

But there seemed to be some sort of problem.

OWEN: Well, I never. It's you, isn't it?

It's Gator.

Hello, Owen. Yes, it's me.

Been awhile, hasn't it?

What's all that salt for, then?

It's to keep the roads clear in winter,

but I think I've brought it to the wrong place.

I think this salt must be meant
for the steamworks.

Oh.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Do me a favor, Owen.

Tell Percy I'm back if you see him.

Will do. Lovely to see you again, Gator.

NARRATOR: Gator hurried
toward the steamworks.

He was sure Percy would find him
just as soon as he heard he was back.

Gator! Gator!

Hello, Percy.

I saw Gator. He was here earlier.

Great, Owen, but where is he now?

Um... Oh, he went to the steamworks, I think.

Oh, okay then. Thanks.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

NARRATOR: But Gator's salt delivery
wasn't meant for the steamworks either.

That looks like it says "Knapford" to me.

The salt must be for the platforms
at Knapford station.

They do get awfully icy in winter.

Okay. Thanks.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

NARRATOR: Percy chugged as fast
as he could toward the steamworks,

while Gator headed back
in the opposite direction.

But as Percy puffed over the bridge,

Gator rumbled under it,

and they didn't see each other.

Gator had hoped he would have seen
Percy by now.

He wondered whether Percy
even wanted to see him.

Maybe he hadn't missed him at all.

Yes, I saw Gator, Percy.

But I'm afraid he's gone now.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

NARRATOR: Percy wondered
why Gator had gone

to see everyone apart from him.

Maybe Gator had forgotten all about him.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Hello, Gator.
Did you see Percy?

He was looking for you.

Oh, no, Thomas, I haven't.

But he would have found me
if he really wanted to see me.

I've been all over the island.

-But...
-FAT CONTROLLER: Gator?

Whatever are you doing here
with all that salt?

No, no, no.

This salt is meant for the docks.

It's to stop them being slippery
in the icy weather.

I'm sorry, Gator,
but you'll have to take it back.

Off you go. We don't want
any more confusion and delay.

Sorry, sir.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Express train coming through.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Percy, there you are.

Listen, Sir Topham Hatt just sent Gator to...

I don't think Gator wants to see me, Thomas.

He's probably forgotten all about me.

But, Percy, Gator thinks it's you
who doesn't want to see him.

-He does?
-Yes!

He's heading back to the docks right now.

Oh, no!

He's going to go away again.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

I have to catch up with him.

NARRATOR: Gator waited while Cranky
unloaded the rock salt again.

He was very sad at the thought
that Percy didn't want to see him.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Oh, I hope I'm not too late.

Ahoy, me hearty.

Oh, hey, did you know that Gator is...

I know. I know.

NARRATOR: Percy looked everywhere,

but he couldn't see Gator.

(BOAT HORN BLARES)

Oh no!

The ship is leaving.

I've missed him.

Gator! Wait!

Watch out, Percy!

(CRASHING)

NARRATOR: Luckily, nobody was hurt,

but there was rock salt everywhere.

Percy was very sorry about the mess,

but he was even more sorry
that he was too late to see Gator.

Good-bye, Gator.

GATOR: Hello, Percy.

Gator?

(LAUGHING) Yes.

But this wasn't quite the greeting
I was expecting from you.

I thought I'd missed you again, Gator.

I'm so happy you're back.

Yes, I'm back, Percy.

And this time, I'm going to stay.

At least long enough to wash off all this salt.

(CHUCKLES) You're right there, matey.

We can't have two Saltys on Sodor.

(ALL LAUGHING)

NARRATOR: Percy couldn't believe it.

His old friend was back for Christmas,

and he was a very happy little engine.

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, it's nippy out there.

Oh, hello there. I'm Mr. Perkins.

I've just popped into
Mr. Edwards' signal box here

to warm up before my next train.

(SHIVERS)

(GRUNTS)

Mr. Edwards always keeps a nice fire going,

especially when it's snowing.

I think I'll keep my scarf on, though, for now.

I think I remember a story
about an engine wearing a scarf.

I think it's in one of these books.

Ah, yes.

Here it is.

Shall I read it?

"A Scarf For Percy."

"It was snowing on Sodor.

"Thomas and Percy were awake early
and feeling cold and cross.

"Thomas wanted a warm boiler,

"but Percy thought he'd be warmer still
if he had a scarf."

There, you see?

"Thomas thought it was a silly idea.

"Percy with a scarf around his funnel?

(CHUCKLES)

"Sir Topham Hatt had pressed
his best pants to wear

"when he had his picture taken.

"'I shall pack these in my trunk
for later,' he said.

"Out on the tracks,
Percy couldn't stop thinking about scarves.

"He saw them everywhere.

"'My funnel is cold,' he puffed.

"'I want a scarf.'

"'Engines don't wear scarves,' said Henry.

"'Engines with proper funnels do,'
snorted Percy.

"'You've only got a small one.'

"Percy's driver liked to switch off
Percy's steam outside the station

"so he could sneak up quietly
and surprise the coaches.

"But the porters were taking some luggage
across the tracks,

"including Sir Topham Hatt's trunk.

"They didn't hear Percy coming,

"and Percy bumped right into the trolley!

"Boxes and bags flew everywhere,

"and sticky jam splattered over everyone!"

Jam? Where did jam come from?

Oh, maybe Lady Hatt packed a picnic
in case they got hungry.

(CHUCKLES)

"And Sir Topham Hatt's best pants ended up
wrapped round Percy's funnel

"just like a scarf.

"Everyone was very sticky and very cross.

"Back at the sheds,
Percy's driver cleaned him up.

"'It's going to be warmer
tomorrow, Percy,' said Henry.

"'You won't need a scarf.'

"'Certainly not,' said Percy.

"'Engines don't need scarves.
Engines need warm boilers.

"Everyone knows that.'"

Well, I think I'm warm enough now.

Don't think I need my scarf anymore,

not until I go back outside in the snow.

(SHIVERS)

(NARRATOR READING)

(PEOPLE HUMMING HARK!
THE HERALD ANGELS SING)

It was Christmas on the island of Sodor.

It was a very busy time.

And a very happy time, too.

(GIGGLES)

All the engines enjoyed it...

Except Duncan.

He didn't like Christmas one bit.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Bah humbug.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Hello, Duncan.

Hello, Rheneas.

Don't you just hate
these cold winter mornings?

It takes so long to get a steam up.

I don't mind, really.

And if the points are frozen at the junction,

that means even more hanging about.

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

See you later then, Duncan.

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

(WHEELS SCREECHING)

Oh? Oh! Oh, no, I cannae stop!

(GRUNTING)

Hello, Duncan. How are you?

(SCOFFS) Well, not so great.

As you can see, I very nearly had an accident.

Why don't you use your sandbox?

I've used up all my sand.

(SIGHS)

I expect there is none left at the depot either.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Morning, Duncan. Isn't this great?

It's busy, and everyone's so happy.

Well, it's all right for some.

All these extra passengers
are slowing me down.

Come on. Hurry up!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

DUNCAN: Bah humbug.

(GRUNTS)

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

(SIGHS) On we go. Finally.

NARRATOR: As Duncan went on his way,

Skarloey felt all of his festive spirit
fly out of his funnel.

Oh, my.

By the time Skarloey
arrived at the depot,

he didn't feel very Christmassy at all.

Duncan was complaining to me
about the cold.

And he told me there was
no sand for our sandboxes,

but there's plenty.

He told me his passengers
were slowing him down.

Duncan seems determined
to turn the holiday season

into one big chore.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

I'm sure he'll cheer up
when he sees the depot.

ALL: Whoa.

Wow!

Bah humbug.

All the snow and sand is turning into slush,
and my wheels are wet and gritty.

Well, I feel good as new.

Sir Topham Hatt is giving us all
a fresh coat of paint for the winter.

Typical. Trust the standard-gauge engines
to get special treatment.

But Mr. Percival's had the same idea.

There's a new coat of paint
for us narrow-gauge engines, too.

A fresh coat of paint...

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

And not before time.

With all the work I have to do,

picking up extra passengers,

remembering the new seasonal timetable,

waiting around in the bitter cold,

getting bugs in my face...

If we could only find a way
to stop Duncan complaining all the time.

Or even just for one day.

I think I'll have a word with Mr. Percival.

NARRATOR: First thing
the following morning,

Duncan sped to the steamworks

where he found Mr. Percival talking to Victor.

Morning, sir.
I've come for my Christmas coat of paint.

Is that right?

Well, I hear from the other engines
that you've been grumbling a lot lately.

What? No.

Well, no more than usual.

You've been making everyone feel unhappy,

and when engines aren't happy,

they don't work so well.

That's just the way I am,

and you can like it or not.

Well, I don't like it, Duncan.

You can be first in line
for a new coat of paint tomorrow morning

if, and only if,
you can be cheerful for the rest of today.

Ah, I see.

Well...

No problem, sir.

I can do that.

Don't forget, now, cheerful all day.

The other engines will be keeping
an eye on you.

NARRATOR: Duncan was determined
to get himself a new coat of paint.

I can be cheerful all day.

Nae bother.

NARRATOR: But then he met
Rheneas at the junction.

Best be careful, Duncan,
and go extra slowly with all this snow.

Thanks for the reminder, Rheneas.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

NARRATOR: At Crovan's Gate station,

Duncan had to wait as families
got on board with extra baggage.

Ah, hello there, Duncan. Everything all right?

Completely fine. Thank you.

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

NARRATOR: At the level crossing,
the gates were frozen,

so Duncan's passengers decided to hum

a jolly Christmas song to pass the time,

but Duncan didn't like it at all.

He was about to give them
a blast from his whistle,

when Rusty came along.

(PASSENGERS HUMMING)

What a lovely song, Duncan.

Isn't it?

NARRATOR: And then poor Duncan
got stuck behind Luke,

who was struggling up a slippery slope.

For buffer's sake, Luke.
What's the hold up?

NARRATOR: Rusty saw that Duncan
had forgotten to be cheerful.

Sorry, Duncan.

I can't go on because my wheels
keep slipping on the icy track.

Can't you just grit it up with a little sand?

I'm afraid my sandbox is empty.

NARRATOR: Duncan realized
that by getting grumpy,

he had hurt Luke's feelings.

So he buffered up to Luke

and dropped some sand on the rail.

He gave him a little push
to help him on his way again.

Whoo!

Thanks, Duncan!

And Rusty saw all of this, too.

Duncan was a little sad
that he'd lost his temper.

He knew what that meant...

No coat of paint for him.

But the following day,

Duncan made his way
to the steamworks anyway.

He had decided to apologize to Mr. Percival.

Good morning, sir.

I know I failed your challenge,
and I wasn't cheerful all day, but...

Say no more, Duncan.

You did a good thing yesterday,

helping out poor Luke
when he was in a spot of bother.

Oh, well, I suppose maybe I did.

And for that, you deserve a special treat.

You mean, a new coat of paint?

That's right, Duncan.

Thank you, sir. That's very kind.

From now on, I will try
and be more cheerful, sir...

At least some of the time.

Very good, Duncan.

But I think I might have been wrong
to ask you to be cheerful all day.

You do grumble a lot,
but that's just the way you are.

And it doesn't make you any less useful.

Merry Christmas to you, Duncan.

Merry Christmas to one and all!

Bah humbug.

(LAUGHTER)

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

Well, hello.

The Earl of Sodor here.

You know, Sodor is such an exciting place.

There are so many wonderful things to see.

But just how closely are you watching?

Very closely, I hope,

because I'll be asking questions
about what you've seen.

Isn't snow wonderful?

There are so many things you can do
when it snows.

Thomas and Emily are wearing
their snow plows,

and the children are having fun
building in the snow

and sledging on the slopes.

Are you ready for the first question?

What was it that the children
were building in the snow?

Was it snowmen?

Or snowballs?

Or igloos?

That's right!

The children were building snowmen.

Don't they look splendid?

And what a very smart hat
that snowman is wearing.

Did you get it right?

Oh, very well done.

Let's play again.

Thomas is at the docks with Salty.

He's waiting to collect
a very special, special...

My goodness, Thomas,
that really is a very big, very shiny, special...

Here comes the next question.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

What shape was the big, shiny
object that Thomas collected?

Was it square?

Or a star?

Or a triangle?

That's right!

The big shiny object
was in the shape of a star.

And now Thomas is coupled up
and ready to go.

Did you get it right?

Jolly well done.

I think you deserve a Really Useful certificate
for watching so closely.

And I hope I'll see you again soon.

Good-bye.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

(NARRATOR READING)

NARRATOR: It was a cold, wet winter's day.

Duck was at Knapford station
when James arrived.

Of all the jobs he is given,

James likes pulling coaches best of all.

It's a shame you've been stuck
with a goods train, Duck,

but I suppose somebody has to pull cars.

Oh, I thought you sometimes pulled cars, too.

That may be, but splendid-looking engines,

such as myself,
should always pull passengers.

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

After all, the passengers prefer it.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

NARRATOR: But things don't always turn out
the way James would like them to.

(SIGHS)

Who can appreciate my bright red
paintwork in this weather?

NARRATOR: There had been
a lot of rain on the island of Sodor,

and the rivers were high.

Harold was flying over Duck's branch line...

When he saw that the track had been flooded,

so he went to warn Sir Topham Hatt,

but it was too late.

Oh! Oh!

(STEAM HISSING)

(WATER BUBBLING)

Oh.

NARRATOR: James was just
settling down to have a rest,

when he saw Sir Topham Hatt
coming across the yard.

Uh-oh.

I hope he's not looking
to give me another job.

Ah, James.

You have no job at the moment.

Duck is stuck in the floodwater
and needs to be lifted out.

But I'm waiting for my next
passenger train, sir.

Well, you'd better get going then.

The quicker you rescue Duck,
the sooner you'll be back.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

(WHEELS SCREECH)

But, sir, if Duck fell in the water,
whose fault is that?

It's nobody's fault, James.

It was an accident.

But I need an engine
to take Rocky and help him out.

Huh! I thought ducks liked being in the water.

James...

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

NARRATOR: James didn't think
fetching Rocky

was a very suitable job for a splendid engine
such as himself.

But sometimes, every engine has to do a job
that they don't like.

That ought to do it.

Come on, Rocky. We have to rescue Duck.

Oh, okay, James.

But you'll have to wait while
I have my crane arm secured.

Nonsense. Duck is stuck in the water.

And the sooner we get him out...

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

The sooner I can get back to doing
something more suitable.

NARRATOR: And James pulled away
before Rocky's crane arm had been secured.

ROCKY: James, we need to stop!

I'm swinging about back here!

Get a hold of yourself, Rocky.

You'd think you never responded
to an emergency before.

But you're going to cause an accident!

Nonsense.

Duck's had the accident.

We're just going to rescue him.

(DUCKS QUACKING)

ROCKY: Whoa-oh!

James, slow down!

We need to...

Whaa-ooh! Oops!

Uh-oh!

NARRATOR: Rocky's crane arm
kept swinging about,

but James wouldn't stop.

ROCKY: Oh-oh!

That was close!

NARRATOR: Then as they
approached the flooded track,

James saw a signal
that warned him to slow down.

-(WOOD CRACKS)
-Huh?

What was that?

What was what?

I knocked something over!

JAMES: I'm sure it couldn't have
been anything important.

NARRATOR: But a signal
is very important indeed.

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

Hurry up.

It's cold and wet in here.

Keep your steam in, Duck.
We're coming to rescue you.

I don't have any steam, James.

The water has put out my firebox.

NARRATOR: James had to position
Rocky in front of him for the rescue.

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

There you go.

Help has arrived.

And that's me.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll be glad to have my wheels
on dry track again,

I can tell you.

Honestly, I thought
ducks liked being in the water.

(LAUGHS)

NARRATOR: James thought
this was very funny,

even though he knew Duck
wasn't really a duck.

Duck isn't even my real name.

My real name is Montague.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile, Oliver was
coming along Duck's branch line, too,

but he didn't see any signal
warning him to stop or slow down.

-MAN: Wait! Wait! Wait!
-(WHISTLE TOOTS)

-(WHEELS SCREECHING)
-(CRASHING)

-DUCK: Ooh!
-Oh!

NARRATOR: Luckily, nobody was hurt,

but James was very cross.

Oliver, why didn't you look
where you were going?

There was a yellow signal back there.

I didn't see any signal.

Um, please, can I get out of the water now?

NARRATOR: Rocky started to lift Duck
back out of the water again,

and Oliver started to back up
so that his driver could put up a warning flag,

but then there was more trouble.

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

(CRASHING)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

By this time,
Harold had seen what was going on,

and he flew back to fetch Sir Topham Hatt.

At last, Rocky managed
to lift Duck out of the water.

Thank you, Rocky.

You're welcome, Duck.

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

So many accidents.

How could this have happened
on my railway?

I'm very sorry, sir,
but it must be my fault.

I must have knocked down the signal pole.

My crane arm wasn't secured,
and I was swinging about.

JAMES: It was nobody's fault.

It was an accident.

I was in a hurry to go,
and Rocky wasn't ready, so...

So...

Oh.

Actually, sir, I suppose it was my fault.

I didn't give Rocky time
to secure his crane arm properly.

That's why he was swinging about.

I can't say that I am
very happy about this, James,

but I am proud of you
for admitting what you have done.

Perhaps it would be best if you made amends

by pulling Duck's cars
while his firebox dries out.

Yes, sir.

I'd be happy to.

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

NARRATOR: Pulling cars
may not be his favorite job,

and James knows that he can't always do
the jobs he likes best...

(WHISTLES TOOT)

But so long as the sun is shining,

he is a very splendid-looking
bright red engine indeed.

(WHISTLES TOOTING)

Oh, hello again. (CHUCKLING)

Just answering some of the mail.

We get a lot of mail asking us
about life here on the railway.

I've got a letter here from a Mr. Murray
who's asking about Tidmouth Sheds,

so I'm sending him this postcard

telling him all about them.

"Tidmouth Sheds are on
the west of the island near..."

Oh, well, near Tidmouth. Ha!

"Near Tidmouth.

"Tidmouth Sheds have berths
for seven engines.

"The engines that usually
stay there are Thomas,

-"Percy, James...
-(WHISTLE TOOTING)

"Emily,

"Edward,

"Gordon,

"and Henry.

"Toby is part of the steam team, too,
but there isn't a berth for him in the shed.

"Duck used to spend the night
in Tidmouth Sheds,

"but that's Emily's place now,

"and Duck has his own shed
with Oliver on his branch line.

"When the engines gather at Tidmouth Sheds,

"they talk and tell each other stories

"as they settle in for the night

"and let their boilers cool down.

"They talk about whatever's
happening on the island,

"and sometimes, they tell
each other spooky stories.

"At the front of Tidmouth Sheds
is a big turntable.

"This is so the engines can turn around
and back into their places.

"That way, they're facing out
and ready to go in the morning.

"Once, Percy thought he'd seen
a monster in the night,

"and he ran straight into the sheds

"without turning round.

"Another time,

"the turntable got frozen
in the wintery weather,

"and it wouldn't turn,

"so it only lined up with one berth.

"It's much better for engines
to sleep in a shed

"than out in the cold and wet.

"Bad weather can cause rust,

"and a shed is a place
where the drivers and firemen

"can look after their engines
and keep them maintained."

(WHISTLES TOOTING)

"Best wishes, Mr. Perkins."

There, now, just put a stamp on this.

Pop it in this mail bag.

There we are.

I'm just in time to get all this mail
to the mail train.

Still snowing out there.

Better wrap up warm.

Don't you forget to wrap up warm, too.

I'll see you all again soon.

Good-bye.

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

(NARRATOR READING)

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

NARRATOR: It was cold and snowy
on the island of Sodor

as Christmas drew near.

At this time of year,

Percy was always very busy.

There were Christmas trees to deliver...

And the extra Christmas mail.

(PEOPLE HUMMING
THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS)

(MAN BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

NARRATOR: Percy also had
all his regular jobs, such as...

(METAL CRASHING)

Taking scrap to the scrapyard.

It wasn't quite as special
as carrying Christmas trees

or delivering mail,

but it was still very important.

Hello, Reg.

(BANGING AND WHIRRING)

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Ooh!

Hello, Percy.

Brought me some lovely scrap, have you?

I certainly have.

Aren't I the lucky one, then?

(WHISTLES)

NARRATOR: Sorting scrap into different types

is not everyone's idea of fun,

but Reg loves his work.

It's a bit dark and gloomy around here,
isn't it, Reg?

Not really, Percy.

It's no different from usual.

Exactly.

And this is a special time of year

when the rest of the island
does look different from usual.

(METAL CRASHING)

-All twinkly...
-(METAL CLANGING)

...and lovely and...

Magical.

(LAUGHS) I love it here.

I'm very happy. Don't you worry about me.

NARRATOR: But that's exactly what Percy did.

He worried that Reg was missing out
on the magic of Christmas.

At the end of the day,
Thomas was in his berth as Percy arrived.

I think the sheds are going to look great,
don't you, Percy?

Especially that Christmas tree.

I think Christmas trees
are my favorite Christmas thing of all.

Thomas, we do have
an awful lot of decorations

here at Tidmouth Sheds, don't we?

Yes, Percy.

So do you think anyone would mind

if I took that Christmas tree over there

and gave it to someone else?

Someone who really, really needed it?

Because he didn't have any
Christmas decorations at all.

No decorations at all?

Not even a bauble.

Then you should definitely take that tree
and give it to your poor friend.

NARRATOR: The next day,
when Percy took the scrap to the scrapyard,

he took along a special gift.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Good morning, Reg.

You're early today, Percy.

I know.

Because as well as all this scrap,

I've brought you a special gift,

just a little something
to cheer up the scrapyard and...

(WHIRRING AND BUZZING)

Whoa! What's that...

Noise?

(WOOD CHIPPER GRINDING)

Sorry. What were you saying?

Something about a special gift?

Reg, what happened to the tree?

Oh, old trees like that
show up at the scrapyard all the time,

especially at this time of year.

But that was a Christmas tree!

Well, soon it will be something else.

Wood chips can be used
for all sorts of things.

Nothing goes to waste at the scrapyard.

(CHUCKLES) So I'd better get on with it.

NARRATOR: Percy was determined that
he would bring Christmas to the scrapyard.

He just wasn't sure how.

Then Sir Topham Hatt asked Percy
to take the carol singers

to the town square
for a Christmas sing-along.

That gave Percy an idea.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

-(METAL CRASHING)
-(PEOPLE GASPING)

Ooh, heh, hello again, Percy.

I wasn't expecting to see you
here again so soon.

Not that I mind

if you've brought me some lovely scrap.

I've brought you something
better than that, Reg.

Better than scrap?

Yes! Much better.

A-one, a-two,

a-one, two, three.

ALL: (SINGING) On the
first day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

A partridge in a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas

My true love sent to me

Two turtle doves

And a partridge in a pear tree

-(METAL CRASHING)
-(PEOPLE YELPING)

What was that?

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

What are you doing?

You were supposed to be listening.

I was trying to cheer you up.

Oh, I'm sorry, Percy,

but I'm not sure I need cheering up.

And, well, to be honest,

I'm really rather busy.

Okay.

Sorry, Reg.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

NARRATOR: Percy was sorry
that Reg didn't like the Christmas choir,

but Percy wasn't a giving up kind of engine.

He was still determined
to make Reg's scrapyard

come alive with Christmas cheer.

PERCY: That's it!

I need to give Reg a Christmas present!

Something he really loves.

But what?

NARRATOR: Percy chugged
all around the island of Sodor,

trying to find the perfect gift
for his friend at the scrapyard.

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

But no matter how hard he tried...

He just couldn't think of anything.

The next evening,
Percy rolled into the scrapyard

a little quieter than usual.

Evening, Percy.

Dear-y me, what's the matter?

A bit down in the dumps, are you?

Oh, Reg,
Tidmouth Sheds is all decorated,

and the whole island looks lovely and special,

but you're stuck here in the Sodor scrapyard

and I couldn't even think
of a present to give to you.

But, Percy, you've brought me
exactly what I wanted.

More lovely scrap?

Yes, more lovely scrap,

and most particularly...

This! It's just what I need!

(GASPS)

Reg, your Christmas tree looks fantastic!

Ah, I'm not done yet.

Oh, Reg, that is amazing!

I told you.

Nothing round here goes to waste.

Now, before you go,
you said something about a gift?

Oh, yes, that.

I'm so sorry, but I didn't get you...

No, no! I have a gift for you!

(GASPS)

Thanks, Reg!

Well, after seeing my Christmas decorations,

I thought you might feel rather left out.

Merry Christmas, Percy!

Thanks, Reg.

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Merry Christmas to you too!

(WHISTLING
THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

(PEOPLE HUMMING
THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS)

(WHISTLE TOOTS)

Merry Christmas, Percy.

Merry Christmas, Thomas.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

(PEOPLE HUMMING
THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS)

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

(CHILDREN SINGING)

(WHISTLE TOOTING)

(WHISTLES TOOT)