07x05 - Edward's Brass Band

[bunniefuu]

(upbeat music)

- [Storyteller]

Summer is a busy time

on the island of Sodor.

Vacationers have so

much to see and do.

There are trips to the seaside.

Balloon rides in the country.

And a Brass Band

playing in the park.

Once morning, Edward

was in a hurry.

He didn't even stop to

say hello to Stephanie.

Thomas was pleased

to see Edward.

What's up, your smile's as

broad as your smoke box.

I'm on my way to pick up the

Brass Band replied Edward.

The concert is tomorrow night.

Don't crack your smoke

box, teased Thomas.

(whistle blows)

Edward couldn't wait

to hear the Brass Band

play their wonderful music.

He was so excited about

meeting the Brass Band

that he didn't notice

the giant crane.

It was unloading a

huge ship's boiler.

Suddenly the crane

swung the boiler

and knocked Edward

right off the track.

(crash)

Cranky had been watching.

You useless little engines

are always in the way.

Poor Edward.

Sir Topham Hatt

came immediately.

We will take you to

the Fitter's yard

and Bertie will have to meet

the Brass Band instead of you.

Edward was sad.

That night a raging

storm rolled in.

The fitters worked

through the night

trying to mend Edward.

The rain pelted down.

Now, Edward felt

sad and very damp.

Morning came and Sir

Topham Hatt arrived.

Please sir, pleaded

Edward, will the

fitters be finished soon?

Not soon enough and

the band can't wait.

I'm sorry Edward, Bertie will

take them to the concert.

Edward felt worse than ever.

Bertie collected the Brass

Band and set off immediately.

He bumped cheerfully

along the country roads.

But there was trouble ahead.

Last night's storm

had flooded the road.

Bertie's driver decided

to take a shortcut.

(soft horn music)

But it was very muddy.

Bertie's wheels did

not like the mud.

They scooted, they skated,

they slid, they slipped.

I'm stuck, he groaned.

Bertie revved his

engine but his wheels

spun round and round.

He couldn't budge.

The Brass Band were worried.

We mustn't be late

for our concert.

Tune up your tuba cried

the leader of the band.

We'll call for help.

By now, Edward was mended

and hooked up to his coaches.

I can hear music,

said his driver.

That's not music, wished Edward.

That's an alarm.

And they raced

off to the rescue.

(horn music)

the musicians were delighted

to see their old friend.

So was Bertie.

I'll get you to the concert

in time, Edward cried.

Thank you, said the

worried bandsmen.

(horn music)

That night, the concert

was a great success.

Everyone loved the music.

Especially Edward.

(upbeat music)