Thread:FireTrainThomas01/@comment-1338865-20180406171904/@comment-1338865-20180409203127

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Narrator: His roadway ran through a narrow gorge. But engines had to tackle a steep and dangerous road.

When Kelly arrived, he saw the diesel from the quarry again. He was loaded with rocks.

Kelly: That diesel's in trouble!

Narrator: Thought Kelly.

And he was.

(Splatter Crashes)

Narrator: The driver was thrown clear.

Splatter's Driver: Rotten Tracks!

Narrator: He mutted. The wrecked diesel was taking to the docks.

Alfie looked at the diesel.

Alfie: What's this lump of steaming scrap iron?

Narrator: He teased.

Splatter: I'll be back!

Narrator: Replied the diesel.

Splatter: So you can wipe that silly smile off your body.

Alfie: Pah!

Narrator: Said Alfie, and wheeshed at him loudly.

Then Sir Handel the Little Blue Engine arrived. He was pulling the diesel from the flour mill.

Kelly's Operator: What happened?

Narrator: Asked Kelly's Operator.

Workman: He was over-loaded with flour.

Narrator: Came the reply.

Workman: And he broke down.

Kelly: Not very useful now, are you?

Narrator: Said Kelly.

Splatter and Dodge: GRRRRR!

Narrator: Replied the diesels.

Then Patrick honked excitedly.

Patrick: They're bringing in the third diesel on a barge. What happened to that one?

Tow Truck Man: Stupid diesel was reversing and fell straight into the sea.

Narrator: Said the Tow Truck Man.

Later, Jack arrived. He looked at the three diesels, and laughed.

Jack: Well, well, well! The Brother's Grimm! Smashed, Broken and Sunk!

Narrator: The diesels didn't return! And the machines now work even harder to make sure they never will.