05x16 - Thomas, Percy & Old Slow Coach

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(Intro Music)

- [Alec] Thomas, Percy

and James were looking

at the early morning sky.

Everyone's so much happier

when springtime

comes, said Thomas.

Everyone except Sir Topham

Hatt, grumbled James.

He seems to be working

us harder than ever.

I'm tired of these coastal runs.

He just wants everything to

be ready for the holidays,

replied Percy.

Anyway, salty air makes me

all cheerful in my smokebox.

Pha, snorted James.

It's the countryside that

really gets me fired up.

It's the only place to be.

And he puffed away to

collect his freight cars

from the docks.

Thomas and Percy had to

take some empty freight cars

to the scrap yards.

In a siding, they

saw an old coach.

She looked very sad.

What are you doing here?

They called me Old

Slow Coach and told me

I wasn't useful any more.

Now only the mice ride in me.

Well, you may be dusty but

you look in perfect shape.

The yard manager appeared.

Come along, I have freight

cars for you to take away.

Excuse me, said Percy's driver.

Can you tell us

about this coach?

Old Slow Coach?

She's been here for years.

She'll be broken up,

when we find the time.

The engines were dismayed.

We'll try and help

you, said Thomas.

But he didn't know how.

Meanwhile, James was

enjoying himself.

This is the life, he chortled.

But he was heading for trouble.

One of the fuel

cars was leaking.

Then, suddenly, it caught fire.

Oh, help! Cried James.

They reached a siding and

his driver gave the alarm.

It's fuel and it's dangerous.

As Thomas and Percy

approached the junction,

they saw the smoke and a

guard waving a red flag.

Sparks from James's

funnel have set

the cars ablaze, he called.

The fire is under control,

but it's quite a mess.

You said the countryside

got you all fired up James,

said Percy.

But I didn't think you

meant it in this way.

Huh, snorted James.

It was the stupid cars' fault.

Not mine.

It's safe to proceed

now, called the fireman.

Thomas and Percy now

felt sorry for James.

It wasn't long before

they reached the station.

Later, as they were having a

long drink at the water towers,

they suddenly heard a commotion.

What's the matter, Thomas asked.

It's another fire at

the workman's hut,

replied Thomas's driver.

We'd better see what we can do.

The fire engines

had a big problem.

We are completely out of

water, cried a fireman.

We can't use sea water

cause it clogs our works.

We'll just have to let

that building burn.

Then Thomas had an idea.

Why don't you use the

water in our tanks?

We've just refilled them.

The firemen wasted no time.

You're very clever engines,

chuckled their drivers.

Soon the fire was out, but the

hut where the workmen lived,

was destroyed.

The men can't sleep on the

beach, said the foreman.

What about old slow coach?

She would be perfect

for the workmen said Percy.

Comfy too, added Thomas.

What a good idea

Percy, said his driver.

They phoned Sir Tophamm

Hatt, who agreed.

She'll be spic and span by

the time you collect her.

And she was.

And very happy too.

I can't thank you enough.

I feel splendid.

The engines buffered up

to her and she set off

happily for her new home.

Everyone agreed there was

nothing old or slow about Coach.

And she will be always

be really useful indeed.

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