03x12 - Thomas, Percy & the Post Train

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(peaceful music)

(bright upbeat music)

- [George] At night,

when the other engines are

tucked away in their sheds,

you can still hear the far away

call of an engine's whistle

and the clickity clack

of train wheels turning.

This is the sound

of the mail train.

One train is pulled by

Thomas and the other by Percy

as the loads are too

heavy for one engine

to do the work alone.

The mail's loaded in

freight cars at the harbor

and the engines

pull their trains

through the silent stations,

delivering their precious loads.

On a clear night a big, shiny

moon brightens their journey,

but often Thomas and Percy

can't even see the stars.

But whatever the weather,

lamps along the track

always light their way.

One night Percy was

waiting at the junction.

The main line train was late.

At last Henry arrived.

"Sorry", he puffed,

"the mail boat

"from the main

land was delayed."

"Come on, Percy",

said his driver.

"Let's make up for lost time."

Percy puffed along as

quickly as he could.

But the sun was already rising

as he finished his work.

Nevermind, thought Percy.

It's nice to be out and

about when it's the start

of a new day and there's

no one else around.

Percy was not alone for long.

"Bother", said Percy, "it's

that dizzy thing, Harold".

"Good morning", whirred Harold.

"I always said railways

were out of date.

"But you're so

slow with the mail.

"You should give everyone

their stamps back."

Percy was too tired to explain.

"Birdbrain", he muttered.

"Good morning,

Percy", called Duck.

"You're up early this morning."

"No, you're wrong",

sighed Percy.

"I'm back, tired and late."

He rolled into the

shed and fell asleep,

almost before his

buffers touched the bar.

His driver decided to set

off early that evening.

Thomas was waiting

at the station.

"Thank goodness I have a

chance to speak to you.

"Driver says that

the person in charge

"of the mail has

complained to Sir Toppemhat

"about the delay last night."

"But that wasn't my

fault", replied Percy

"I know", said Thomas "and

so does Sir Toppemhat.

"But this mail person

wouldn't listen.

"Tonight we'll just have to

be quicker than ever before."

The engines were just leaving

when they heard a

familiar buzzing.

"I say, you two, there's

news flying about."

"Where?"

Puffed Percy crossly.

"All over the place, they're

going to scrap the mail train

"and use me instead.

"Wings work wonders

you know, always."

"Rubbish", huffed Thomas.

That night, everything

ran like clockwork.

Thomas and Percy steamed

through the stations,

making good time

everywhere they went.

(bright music)

At a station, Thomas noticed a

man looking cold and worried.

He had missed his train home.

"We can give you a ride",

said Thomas's driver,

"but it will be

rather uncomfortable."

"Thank you", said the man.

"Anything's better

than sitting here."

The next afternoon,

Percy passed the airfield

and saw Harold.

"Hello, Lazy wings, are you

too tired to fly today?"

"The wind's too strong",

grumbled Harold.

"I've been grounded."

"You need rails", laughed Percy.

"They work wonders,

you know, always."

That night Sir Toppemhat showed

the two engines a letter.

It was from the man

who missed his train.

"He thinks you're both splendid.

"And everyone says

"that the mail train is

the pride of the line."

(bright upbeat music)