20x13 - The Railcar & the Coaches

[bunniefuu]

[bouncy music]

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children:

♪ 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 ♪

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[whistle toots]

male narrator:

The way she does it.

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One bright morning,

Sir Topham Hatt

came to see Daisy

with a very important message.

- Now, then, Daisy.

I want you at your very best

because tomorrow

you're going to be carrying

some very special passengers.

- Ooh, how thrilling!

Who are they?

- A group of entertainers!

I want you to collect

them from Knapford

and bring them up to Harwick and

wait while they put on a show.

- Entertainers!

[horn honks]

Oh, thank you, sir.

♪ ♪

narrator:

Daisy was very excited.

She couldn't wait

to tell the other engines

all about her special job.

- Hello, Thomas.

Guess what I'm going

to be doing tomorrow.

- Sitting in your shed?

- No.

- Working at the Waste Dump?

Taking monkeys

to the Animal Park?

Ooh, I know!

Going to Misty Island?

- No!

I am picking up a group

of entertainers and taking them

to Harwick to put on a show.

- Ooh!

both: Oh.

- A very special show.

Everyone will love it.

They've requested that I convey

them to their destination

as only I,

being a highly sprung railcar,

can give them the smooth,

bump-free ride they require.

- Well,

that does sound exciting.

But I've got some important jobs

to do myself, you know.

Like--

[horn honks]

Oh.

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- So rude!

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[whistle toots]

- Hello there, Ryan!

Guess what I'm going

to be doing tomorrow.

- Ooh.

Now, let me think.

- I'm taking some

travelling players to Harwick

to put on a special show.

- Oh!

- And they insisted

they be taken by diesel railcar

as dirty old steamies

are no good

for their delicate

sensibilities.

They're true performers,

you see.

- Okay, Daisy.

[whistle toots]

Well, good luck with that!

My passengers don't seem to mind

being pulled by a steamie!

[laughs]

[sheep bleats]

- Listen, Duck.

Harwick, on my branch line,

is going upmarket.

Tomorrow I'm collecting

a troupe of travelling players--

- Right.

- Who are arriving to stage

a son et lumière,

as they call it du continent,

as a special treat

for all the tourists.

[laughs]

[horn honks]

- Very good, Daisy.

Yes.

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That engine.

I have no idea

what she was talking about.

Me neither.

- So it seems only right

that the only railcar

in the whole of Sodor should be

given this very special job,

if I do say so moi même.

Don't you think?

- [moos]

- What's the hold up?

[horn honks]

- [chuckles]

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- [moos]

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narrator: That night,

Daisy was so excited

about her special job,

she could hardly sleep.

- Oh, so many dancers.

Oh!

Acrobats too!

Marvelous!

Incroyable!

[cheers and applause]

♪ ♪

narrator: The following

morning, Daisy was tired,

but still very excited!

♪ ♪

[horn honks]

- Here comes Daisy!

narrator: And she remembered

Sir Topham Hatt's instruction

that she should be at her best.

- Come on, boy!

[dog barks]

- [gasps]

A dog?

I don't want muddy footprints

on my upholstery.

[horn honks]

Please and thank you.

- Oh, no.

- Aww.

[dog whines]

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narrator:

And at the next station,

the passengers were eating

ice cream.

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So Daisy didn't stop there

either.

- Oh, no way!

I don't want ice cream

on my seats!

both: Ooh.

narrator: And at Bluff's Cove,

the passengers had just come

from the beach.

- And I don't want sand

in my seats.

No, sir.

- Aww.

- [sighs]

narrator: Spick and span

and without a grain of sand

in her seats,

or a sticky handprint

on any of her fine windows,

Daisy waited

at Knapford Station

for her special passengers.

- Oh, how undignified.

I could never pull

an old parcel van like that.

narrator: And that's when

Daisy's special passengers

arrived.

- Excuse me.

Would you mind moving on please?

I'm waiting for some

very important passengers:

a troupe of entertainers!

- But we're entertainers.

♪ ♪

- You?

You're the entertainers?

- We certainly are.

[chuckles]

- [laughs]

- [sighs]

I was expecting something

a little more--

[crash]

[exclaims]

No!

Impossible!

I can't pull that old thing!

I am supposed to be

at my best!

It could be bad for my swerves.

narrator: And then there

was trouble.

- Hey!

Stop!

- Hey!

Come back here!

[grunting]

narrator: But Stafford knew

his battery wouldn't make it

to Harwick, so the parcel van

was left behind.

Daisy was a bit disappointed

that her special passengers

weren't as special

as she thought they'd be.

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[all groan]

- Missed us again.

- Why didn't she stop?

- Not again!

narrator: But when Daisy

arrived at Harwick,

it was her special passengers

who were disappointed.

- Where are the children?

- What's the point

of a children's show

with no children to see it?

- It's a children's show?

- And where's the rest

of our luggage?

- It's a good thing I kept

the puppets close at hand.

- It's a puppet show!?

- Yes, but how are we supposed

to do a puppet show

without our puppet stand?

- Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

This isn't

what I imagined at all!

narrator: And that was

the problem!

Daisy had let her imagination

get the better of her.

She'd boasted to everyone

about the special show,

and never thought it might be

a puppet show for children.

[horn honking]

♪ ♪

- Ah!

Oh!

Daisy!

I am very cross with you!

Ow!

I had to lay on a special bus

service after you refused

to stop for the children.

Ooh.

But at least they're here now.

Oh, let's get this show started.

- Oh, I'm sorry, sir,

but I didn't bring the van

with the puppet stand either.

- Huh?

Well, then I--I--

oh, I don't know what

we're going to do now.

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- I've let everyone down.

narrator: Daisy realized that

the children were going to be

very disappointed

if she didn't do something.

- Well, speaking as

a well-sprung diesel railcar,

I may have an idea.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

- Excuse me, Judy.

Would you mind

holding these sausages for me?

- Oh, no!

I couldn't possibly do that.

Sausages are bad for my swerves.

- [laughs]

- Oh, dear, Judy,

you do sound highly sprung!

- Yes, I am thoroughly modern

and bang up to date

and I'm not holding

any dirty old sausages!

[laughter]

- Hold the sausages!

- We don't need

dirty old sausages,

silly stages,

or children in the audience!

All we need is moi même!

- That's the way to do it!

[laughter]

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[children singing]

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[whistle trills]

[children singing]

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[whistle toots]

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