20x03 - Henry Gets the Express

[bunniefuu]

[bouncy music]

♪ ♪

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 ♪

♪♪

[horn toots]

[playful music]

male narrator:

Toby's new friend.

One morning Sir Topham Hatt's

new diesel boxcab,

Philip,

was shunting cars

in the yard...

[horn blows]

When he saw another engine

a little like him.

- Hello?

Another boxcab?

I thought I was

the only boxcab on Sodor.

♪♪

- It was Toby.

[horn toots]

- Hello?

Hello, little boxcab!

Hello?

Oh...

[horn toots]

[gasps]

Thomas,

you won't believe

what I just saw!

Guess! Guess!

Another engine

shaped just like me.

- Oh.

[laughs]

That must have been Toby!

- Toby?

[gasps] Toby!

That is a perfect name

for a small engine.

Toby and I are

gonna be best friends, Thomas.

Oh, I just know it!

We are so alike!

♪♪

- The next day,

Philip saw Toby again.

- Oh! Oh! There he is.

♪♪

[horn toots]

Hello, Toby.

- Oh, hello.

- My name's Philip.

Do you like racing?

I love racing.

Did you hear about

the race I had with Gordon?

Yes, well, I won.

Oh, yes, I'm very fast.

My name's Philip.

Ph-lip. Like Philip.

We could have a race

if you like.

- A race?

- Oh, you're pulling a coach.

I didn't even notice.

Hello, coach.

- I do have a name.

I'm Henrietta.

And it's very nice

to meet you, Philip,

but I really don't think

Toby wants to have a race.

- He doesn't?

You don't?

Oh, but I can let you win.

I don't always have to win.

We can take turns.

We can be friends.

- Everybody's onboard, Toby.

We can go now.

[whistle blows]

[bell dings]

- Sorry, Philip.

I have to go

up to the quarry now.

Maybe another time.

- Bye, Philip.

Nice to meet you.

- Aw.

[train engine chugging]

[birds chirping]

[gentle music]

♪♪

- I really didn't know

what to make of that Philip.

He's a very funny little engine.

- He looked

a bit like you, Toby.

Small and boxy.

- He doesn't

look like me at all!

He's green and yellow

for a start.

And he never stops talking.

- [laughs]

Oh, Toby.

- Knapford is noisy

and busy enough

without an engine like that.

In any case,

I prefer the peace and quiet

of the countryside.

- Toby!

[horn toots]

Toby!

Wait for me!

- Ugh!

It can't be!

- It can.

- Hey, Toby, look!

These cars have to go

to the quarry, too.

So we can have a race now.

Come on!

[horn toots]

Toby?

What's wrong?

Why aren't you racing?

- Toby's a bit too old

for racing.

- Too old?!

I'm not too old!

I just don't think

my passengers

would like it very much

if I had a race.

- A race?

- Go on, Toby.

Have a race

[train engine chugging]

[all chanting]

Race! Race! Race!

- Oh, dear.

[intense music]

[bell dings]

[exciting music]

- [laughs]

♪♪

[grunts]

♪♪

- And then there was trouble.

[upbeat music]

- [gasps]

It's Thomas!

Philip, look out!

[brakes screeching]

- Uh-oh!

[brakes screeching]

[intense music]

[grunts]

[steam hissing]

- Phew.

- Oh, they're all right, Toby.

They've stopped just in time.

- Oh, dear.

[bell dings]

- Toby and Henrietta dropped

off the quarry workers

at the quarry and turned around

to come back.

- [sighs]

I'm not really cut out

for this racing game,

Henrietta,

but that doesn't mean

I'm too old.

- No.

No, of course you're not.

[plucky music]

♪♪

- Hello, Toby.

That was a good race

back there, wasn't it?

And, see?

Didn't I say I'd let you win?

- I have to go back now,

Philip.

- No! Oh, wait for me.

I'll just dump these cars

and turn around.

We can go back together.

[train engine chugging]

[bell dings]

[somber music]

Oh.

- Later,

Thomas found Philip

back in the yard,

looking sad.

[horn toots]

[train engine chugging]

♪♪

- Are you all right,

Philip?

- I don't think

Toby likes me, Thomas.

And he's the only other

diesel boxcab I know.

- Toby's not a diesel.

[laughs]

He's a steam tram.

He runs on coal and water

like me.

- A steam tram?

But I thought

steamies liked racing.

- Well, I love racing, Philip...

[horn toots]

But not all engines

like the same things.

[slow plucky music]

♪ ♪

- The next day,

Philip worked in the yard...

♪♪

And took flatbeds

to the Docks...

♪♪

But he didn't see Toby

until late in the afternoon

when he found

the little steam tram

filling up with water.

- Hello, Philip.

- Hello, Toby.

I thought we were

going to be friends.

- Oh, Philip,

we can be friends.

- But you don't like racing.

[horn toots]

- No, I prefer

peace and quiet.

- Peace and quiet?

What do you mean?

- I mean trundling slowly

through the countryside

enjoying the fresh air

and the calm.

- Oh, I might like that too.

I just never tried it.

Maybe we can be friends.

- [chuckles]

Of course we can, Philip.

[bell dings]

We don't have to like

the same things to be friends.

- That's right.

That's what Thomas said too!

[laughs]

My turn.

[horn toots]

- Um, that's water,

Philip.

I think you need diesel.

- Oh, yeah,

I need diesel.

Not water and coal like you.

[laughs]

Thanks, Toby!

[gentle upbeat music]

- Philip and Toby

are friends now

and they always say hello

when they see each other.

[horn toots]

[bell dings]

Even though

Toby doesn't like racing,

there are some things

that both engines do like

such as the peace and quiet

of the countryside.

♪♪

[horn toots]

- Toby!

Toby! Hello!

[bell dings]

Hello!

- Hello, Philip.

- I'm enjoying

the peace and quiet, Toby.

Just like you!

Well, see you later, Toby!

Bye! Bye!

Bye!

[horn toots]

- Although sometimes

Philip enjoyed

the peace and quiet

a little too loudly.

[bouncy music]

♪ ♪

[children singing]

[horn toots]

[whistle blows]

♪♪

[horn toots]