Come Out, Alfred

Transcript
Narrator: once an engine attached to a train was afraid of a few drops of rain, it went into a tunnel and squeaked through its funnel and wouldn't come out again, the Engine's name is Alfred, his driver and fireman argued with him, but he would not move.

Alfred: the rain will spoil my lovely red paint and black stripes

Narrator: he said.

CONDUCTOR'S WHISTLE

Narrator: the conductor blew his whistle till he had no more breath and waved his flag till his arms ached, but Alfred still stayed in the tunnel and blew steam at him.

Alfred: I'm not going to spoil my lovely red paint and black stripes for you.

Narrator: then along came Hoity Toity the pony in charge of all the engines on Fantasyland.

Hoity Toity: we will pull you out.

Narrator: said Hoity Toity, but Alfred only blew steam at him, everyone pulled except Hoity Toity.

Hoity Toity: because.

Narrator: he said.

Hoity Toity: my doctor has forbidden me to pull.

Narrator: but still Alfred stayed in the tunnel, then they tried pushing from the other end, Hoity Toity said.

Hoity Toity: one two three push.

Narrator: but he didn't help.

Hoity Toity: my doctor has forbidden me to push.

Narrator: he said, they pushed and pushed and pushed but still Alfred stayed in the tunnel.

Narrator: at last Casey Jr. came along, the conductor waved his red flag and stopped him, everyone argued with Alfred.

Everyone: look at it stopped raining.

Narrator: they said.

Alfred: yes but it will begin again soon.

Narrator: said Alfred

Alfred: and what would become of my red paint with black stripes then.

CASEY JR'S WHISTLE

Narrator: Casey Jr. pushed and puffed and pushed as hard as ever he could, but still Alfred stayed in the tunnel.

BRAKE SOUNDS

Narrator: eventually even Hoity Toity gave up.

Hoity Toity: we shall take away your rails.

Narrator: he said.

Hoity Toity: and leave you here until you're ready to come out of the tunnel.

MUSIC

Narrator: they took up the old rails and built a wall in front of Alfred, so that other engines wouldn't bump into him.

MUSIC

Narrator: all Alfred could do was to watch the trains rushing through the other tunnel, he was very sad because he thought no one would ever see his lovely red paint with black stripes again, as time went on Johnny knew Montana would often pass by.

JOHNNY'S WHISTLE

Narrator: Johnny would say.

Johnny: beep beep, hello

Narrator: and Montana would say,

Montana: boop boop, serves you right.

Narrator: poor Alfred had no steam to answer, his fire had gone out, certain dirt from the tunnel that spoiled his lovely red paint and black stripes anyway, how long do you think Alfred will stay in the tunnel before he overcomes his fear of the rain and decides to journey out again.

MUSIC