Snow Engine Transcript

Michael Brandon: Oliver and Duck are Great Western engines. They delivered goods and passengers when the roads are closed by deep snow. But Oliver thinks snow was messy and cold. Oliver: I'm a Great Western engine. Michael Brandon: He chuffed one day. Oliver: I shouldn't have to shiver. Toad: Begging your pardon, Mr. Oliver? Michael Brandon: Whispered Toad. Toad: But I think snow is splendid. Oliver: Huh. Michael Brandon: Later, Oliver saw some children building a giant snowman for their winter festival. Each time, Oliver passed by the snowman grew bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger. Toad: Just an obviation, Mr. Oliver, snow is magical. Oliver: Oh. Michael Brandon: Finally, the snowman was complete. Oliver chuffed back to his warm cozy shed. Sir Topham Hatt was waiting for him. Sir Topham Hatt: You have to return to the mountain village. Michael Brandon: He said. Sir Topham Hatt: Some goods are needed for the festival. Oliver: But all this snow makes my wheels feel chilly. Sir Topham Hatt: Really useful engines work hard whenever the weather. Michael Brandon: Soon, Oliver was loaded and on his way. The snow was cold. It had frozen the points and diverted Oliver into the station sidings. Oliver: Whoa, shiver my boiler! Michael Brandon: Cried Oliver. His driver applied the brakes. Toad: Is there a problem, Mr. Oliver? Oliver: Yeah, there is! Whoa! Toad: That could been a little smoother. Michael Brandon: Oliver felt awful. He thought the children would be upset about their snowman. Oliver's driver went for help. Sir Topham Hatt was just leaving his office when he got the call. Sir Topham Hatt: Duck will bring the breakdown crane first thing in the morning. Michael Brandon: He said. Oliver's driver returned and told him the news. Oliver: I'll be out here all night. Michael Brandon: Moaned Oliver Driver: I'm afraid so. Michael Brandon: Luckily, the village inn had a toasty warm room for Oliver's driver. But Oliver was getting colder and colder. His fire had gone out and his funnel was covered in icicles. Oliver: I was right all along. There's nothing magical about snow. Michael Brandon: Toad was beginning to think Oliver might be right. Toad: Brrr! Michael Brandon: Next morning the children saw the situation. Girl: Look. Michael Brandon: A little girl shouted. Girl: Our snowman has eyes in his tummy. Boy: No it doesn't. Michael Brandon: Laughed a little boy. Boy: It's Oliver Michael Brandon: That gave the children an idea. When Oliver woke up he was surrounded by happy children. Children: Oliver's a wonderful snow engine! Michael Brandon: They cried. Oliver was so relief that suddenly he didn't feel any cold anymore. When Duck arrived with the breakdown crane, Oliver didn't want to leave. He loved the winter festival so much. Oliver: You were right, Toad. Michael Brandon: Called Oliver. Oliver: There are some magical things about snow. Toad: Perhaps, Mr. Oliver. Michael Brandon: Shivered Toad. Oliver: Absolutely.