04x05 - Four Little Engines

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(peaceful music)

(cheerful music)

(cheery orchestral music)

- [Narrator] If you

should visit a place

that has a lake in the woods

and a beautiful waterfall,

then you may also find

two little engines

(train wheels rolling)

called Skarloey and Rheneas.

(train whistles)

The engines know everybody

and everybody knows them.

There are two more engines,

Sir Handel, and Peter Sam.

They used to be called

Steward and Falcon,

(train horn blows)

but they like

their new names better.

One day, Sir Topham Hatt sent

Edward to the

Works to be mended.

(train whistles)

A big surprise awaited Edward.

"It's Skarloey,

what's he doing here?"

Skarloey was pleased

to see Edward.

"I've been sent here

for a rest," he sighed.

"I was put in this shed so

that I could see everything

"and not be lonely.

(engine whistles)

"But I do miss Rheneas.

"He's going to be mended.

"I wish I could be mended

too, and pull coaches again."

Just then, some workmen arrived.

"We're going to take you

to the Works now, Edward.

"Come along."

"Goodbye Skarloey.

"Your railway's a lovely line."

"Oh, it is, it is.

"You've cheered me up Edward.

"Goodbye."

(train whistles)

(cheery music)

Meanwhile, Sir Handel was having

trouble with some coaches.

He tried to be kind, but the

coaches didn't trust him.

They were awkward and rude.

(sheep bleats)

There was worse to come.

(sheep bleats)

Some careless sheep

had strayed onto the line.

(train whistles)

"He's bumped us,"

screamed the coaches.

"Let's get back at him!"

(train bumps)

They surged into Sir Handel

and pushed him off the rails.

(train whistles)

(sheep bleats)

No one was hurt, but Sir Handel

limped sadly to the shed.

(train rolls)

(steam blows)

"No more work for you

today," said his driver.

"How are we going to pull

"the visitors train

without an engine?"

"What about me sir?"

"Skarloey, can you do it?"

"I'll try," said the old engine.

(train whistles)

The coaches stood

at the platform.

(train whistles)

(trains rolling)

"I'm ashamed of you,"

scolded Skarloey.

"You might've hurt

your passengers,"

the coaches quivered.

"We're sorry, Skarloey."

The conductor blew the whistle,

(whistle blows)

and their journey began.

(train rolls)

(cheery music)

Skarloey remembered all

the gates and styles

where he had to stop.

(train whistles)

The sun shone, the

rails were dry.

"This is lovely," sang Skarloey.

(birds whistling)

Presently, the line grew steep.

Skarloey felt short of steam.

"Take your time,"

soothed his driver.

"It'll be better downhill,"

Skarloey said to himself.

But it wasn't.

His springs were weak,

and the rail joints

jarred his wheels.

(wheels thudding)

(sheep bleats)

At last, a spring gave way.

"I feel all crooked,"

cried Skarloey.

"We'll need a bus now

"for our passengers,"

sighed his driver.

"No," pleaded Skarloey.

"I'll get them to the

station, or burst."

James was waiting

at the platform.

Clanging and clanking,

Skarloey steamed in.

(train rolls)

"I'll do it.

"I've done it."

James collected his passengers,

(train whistles)

and respectfully puffed away.

(train rolls)

Everyone was pleased

with Skarloey,

but he was still worried.

"Old engines can't pull trains

like the young ones can."

"They can if they're

mended, Old Faithful,"

smiled his driver.

"And that's what's

going to happen to you.

"You deserve it."

(cheerful music)