02x12 - Pop Goes the Diesel

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Duck is very proud
of being Great Western

but he works hard too.

It was a splendid day.

The trucks and coaches behaved well,
the passengers even stopped grumbling.

The engines didn't like bustling about.

“The Great Western way is the only
way," said Duck. "I'm Great Western..."

“Don't we know it!" they groaned.

The engines were glad
when a visitor came.

He purred smoothly towards them.

The Fat Controller said, "I am giving
Diesel a trial. Please teach him, Duck."

“Good morning, Duck,”
purred Diesel in an oily voice.

“Is that James and Henry
and Gordon too?

“Lam delighted to meet
such famous engines.”

The silly engines were flattered. "He has
good manners,” they murmured.

“We are pleased to have him."

Duck had his doubts. "Come on!"
he said. Diesel purred after him.

“Your Fat..."
"Sir Topham Hatt to you!" said Duck.

Diesel looked hurt. “Your
Sir Topham Hatt thinks I need to learn

“but we diesels know everything.

“We come to a yard and improve it -
we are revolutionary.”

“Well, you can collect my trucks
while I fetch Gordon's coaches."

Diesel, delighted to show off,
purred away.

Duck found Diesel trying to take some
very old, empty trucks from a siding.

Diesel found them hard to move.
“Pull! Push! Backwards! Forwards!

“Ohhhh!" the trucks groaned.
"We can't! We won't!"

Duck watched.
Diesel lost patience. "Grrrr! Grirrr!"

He gave a great heave. "Ohhh!"
they screamed. "We can't! We won't!"

Some of their brakes snapped.

“Greer! Greer!"

“Ha, ha, ho!" chuckled Duck.

Diesel tried to push the trucks back.

Duck collected the other trucks.
“I must go now.”

“Don't you want this lot?"
“No, thank you."

“Why didn't you tell me?"

“You never asked me,” said Duck.

“You were being whatever it was
you said. Goodbye.”

“Greer! Grerrrt"

Diesel had to help the workmen
clear the mess.

He hated it.
The trucks were singing at him.

? Trucks are waiting in the yard,
tackling them with ease-I

¢ “Show the world what I can do,”
gaily boasts the diesel

/ In and out he creeps about,
like a big black weasel

~ When he pulls the wrong trucks out,
pop goes the diesel /

“Grrr,” growled Diesel
and scuttled away to sulk in the shed.