Thomas' Tricky Tree Transcript

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 * Michael Brandon: Thomas' Tricky Tree. It was a winter holiday season. All the little engines on the Narrow Gauge Railway were very busy. Skarloey was pulling cars of holly and mistletoe from the woods. Mighty Mac was taking vacationers to the mountains. And Sir Handel was taking a special present to the wharf for Sir Topham Hatt. It was a winter holiday tree. Thomas was very excited. Sir Topham Hatt had chosen him to collect the tree from the wharf. He was to take it to the town square at time at the winter party. When Thomas arrived at the wharf, it was very busy. He looked for the tree. But he couldn't see it anywhere. Duncan puffed up.
 * Duncan: Are you looking for something, Thomas?
 * Michael Brandon: He chuffed cheekily.
 * Thomas: I'm looking for a Christmas tree.
 * Michael Brandon: Tooted Thomas.
 * Duncan: Don't you know what a Christmas tree looks like?
 * Michael Brandon: Laughed Duncan. He liked teasing the big engines.
 * Duncan: It's tall and green and pointy.
 * Michael Brandon: Thomas didn't think this is funny at all. Duncan called out to Peter Sam.
 * Duncan: Peter Sam, Thomas needs our help. He doesn't know what a Christmas tree looks like.
 * Thomas: Of course I do.
 * Michael Brandon: Huffed Thomas. He didn't like being teased by the small cheeky engines. It made him cross. Later, Thomas met Sir Handel.
 * Sir Handel: Thomas.
 * Michael Brandon: Sir Handel began.
 * Sir Handel: The Christmas tree is...
 * Thomas: ...tall and green and pointy.
 * Michael Brandon: Chuffed Thomas.
 * Thomas: Thank you, Sir Handel. I don't need your help.
 * Michael Brandon: Sir Handel was puzzled. But Thomas had already wheeshed away. Thomas chuffed into the warehouse. Rusty was there.
 * Rusty: Hello, Thomas.
 * Michael Brandon: He honked happily.
 * Rusty: Can I help?
 * Thomas: No thank you, Rusty.
 * Michael Brandon: Thomas tooted quickly. He looked around. He couldn't see the tree anywhere. Thomas was beginning to worry. Thomas chuffed to another warehouse.
 * Skarloey: Hello, Thomas.
 * Michael Brandon: Whistled Skarloey.
 * Skarloey: Can I help?
 * Michael Brandon: Thomas didn't want to be teased by another little engine.
 * Thomas: No thank you, Skarloey.
 * Michael Brandon: He puffed. Then, he saw it. A long, pointy load on the flatbed. It was covered by a large tarp.
 * Thomas: I found it!
 * Michael Brandon: Tooted Thomas excitedly.
 * Thomas: Sir Topham Hatt will be waiting for this tree.
 * Skarloey: What tree?
 * Michael Brandon: Skarloey whistled. But Thomas had wheeshed away. Thomas raced out of the warehouse. He had a very important job to do. But he was puffing too fast. Then, there was trouble. Thomas took the wrong track. He applied his brakes hard.
 * Thomas: Cinders and Ashes!
 * Michael Brandon: Cried Thomas. He heard a flatbed crashed into the buffers and then splashed into the canal.
 * Thomas: Oh, no! Sir Topham Hatt's tree!
 * Michael Brandon: Cried Thomas.
 * Skarloey: It's not a tree, Thomas.
 * Michael Brandon: Whistled Skarloey.
 * Skarloey: That's what I've been trying to tell you. It's a load of pipes.
 * Michael Brandon: Thomas' cheeks turn read.
 * Skarloey: Sir Handel delivered the tree this morning.
 * Michael Brandon: Skarloey added.
 * Duncan: So it only knows where it is.
 * Michael Brandon: Puffed Duncan. Thomas was a big engine. But he couldn't have felt smaller. And he couldn't have felt sillier. The keyside cranes lifted the pipes out of the water. Thomas was worried. It was getting later and later. Thomas knew there was only one engine that could help him. And that was Sir Handel. He chuffed quickly away. Thomas had to find him and ask him where the tree was before it's too late. Thomas' boiler bubbled and his axles ached as he raced towards the Transfer Yards. He thought Sir Handel would be there. And Thomas was right. Sir Handel was there.
 * Thomas: I've been a very silly engine.
 * Michael Brandon: Thomas wheeshed.
 * Thomas: I didn't want to listen to you. I thought I knew better than the little engines, but I don't.
 * Michael Brandon: Sir Handel listened carefully.
 * Thomas: I need to find the tree.
 * Michael Brandon: Thomas puffed.
 * Thomas: And there's no time to loose.
 * Sir Handel: Of course I'll help you.
 * Michael Brandon: Sir Handel chuffed.
 * Sir Handel: Follow me, Thomas.
 * Michael Brandon: Thomas' smile stretched from buffer to buffer. Sir Handel was fast. But Thomas puff quicker after him. Sir Topham Hatt will be waiting. Thomas was coupled up to the tree.
 * Thomas: Thank you, Sir Handel.
 * Michael Brandon: Chuffed Thomas.
 * Thomas: Now I must hurry.
 * Duncan: I'm sorry I teased you.
 * Michael Brandon: Whistled Duncan. Thomas smiled.
 * Thomas: I'm sorry I didn't ask for help.
 * Michael Brandon: Wheeshed Thomas. And he raced away. That night, Sir Topham Hatt switched on the lights. They look wonderful. The children clapped and cheered.
 * Thomas: I may be big, but I can still ask for help.
 * Michael Brandon: Tooted Thomas. And his smile was as bright as the lights.