06x04 - A Bad Day for Harold the Helicopter

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(peppy music)

(brassy music)

- [Narrator] Harold the

helicopter loves flying.

Up in the bright blue sky,

over the island of Sodor,

he looks out for

anyone in distress.

(helicopter propellor)

Sometimes he delivers the mail.

This makes Percy very cross.

(train chugging)

The mail run is done.

Is there any more?

I can deliver it

for you in a jif.

That's what friends are for.

Delivering the mail

is an engine's job,

said Percy grumpily.

(brighter music)

(train horn)

Percy has many jobs,

but carrying the

mail is his favorite.

It makes him feel really useful.

(train chugging)

The next morning, Percy was

happily pulling the mail train.

Must be on time, must

be on time, he chuffed.

But up ahead, there was

trouble with the signal box.

It was broken.

The signal engineers

did not know how long

it would take to fix.

Percy had to stop.

It's not safe for engines

to run without signals,

but Percy was very upset.

(clarinet playing)

I'm going to be late, he cried,

but it's not even my fault.

Sir Topham Hat was in

his office enjoying

his toast and marmalade

when he heard the news.

Percy is stuck at

a broken signal?

Then Harold must take the mail.

Poor Percy was still

waiting and still upset.

The last time he was held up,

the mail was given to Harold.

It made me feel like a really

useless engine, he sighed.

Well, the mail must arrive

on time, said his driver.

Just then they heard a familiar

sound coming from above.

(helicopter propellors)

Hello said Harold.

Sir Topham Hat says

you need my help.

That's what friends are for.

Oh, no, cried Percy.

(sad music)

But Sir Topham Hat

had made up his mind.

There was nothing

Percy could do.

Percy's driver helped

load the mailbags

into Harold's cargo net.

Maybe we should

take the mail bags

a few at a time,

said Harold's pilot.

They're very heavy.

I'd have to make too many trips.

Then I'd be as slow as Percy.

(sad music)

And so they loaded all the mail

into Harold's net at once.

(upbeat music)

And the engineer continued

to work on the signal.

Just as they finished loading,

a signal engineer cried out.

It's fixed, he said.

Wait, Harold, shouted Percy.

I'm ready to go.

But it was too late.

Harold had already taken off.

Percy watched the

mail disappear.

He was upset.

But then they all

heard a strange sound.

(gears grinding)

(suspenseful music)

Watch out for those trees

Harold, cried his pilot.

My net is too heavy,

wailed Harold.

(branches crunching)

Harold is in

trouble, Percy cried.

We must try to help him.

(crashing)

(train chugging)

(fast music)

(train whistle)

(hammer banging)

(breaks releasing)

Are you all right, called Percy.

Just get someone to pull

me out of this haystack,

sputtered Harold, and Percy

did as fast as he could.

The next day Harold's

engine was fixed

and he was flying again.

Percy was very

pleased to see him.

Wanna take the mail

Harold, Percy teased.

I'll stand by with

a rescue team.

(whistle blowing)

All the engines tooted

and Harold hovered so low

that only Percy could hear.

Thanks for getting

help to pull me out

of that haystack,

my friend, he said.

That's all right said Percy.

That's what friends are for.

(upbeat music)