Off the Rails (Casey Jr. and Friends Episode)

Transcript
Narrator: Montana was resting in a siding.

Montana: sometimes.

Narrator: he thought.

Montana: it's really tiring to be such a large and splendid engine one does have to keep up appearances so.

Alfred: Peep, Peep, Peep-Peep, hello fatface.

Narrator: whistled Alfred.

Montana: what cheeks.

Narrator: spluttered Montana.

Montana: That Alfred is to big through his wheels fancy speaking to me Kikansha that, he has never had an accident.

Tootle: all jammed whistles and burst safety valves accidents.

Narrator: asked Tootle instantly.

Montana: no indeed high spirits might happen to any engine, but to come off the rails like Alfred did well I ask you is it right, is it decent.

Narrator: then it was Alfred's turn to take the express, Montana watched him getting ready.

Montana: be careful Alfred, you're not pulling the flying kipper now mind you keep on the rails today.

Narrator: Alfred went off in a huff and Montana yawned and went to sleep.

Montana's Driver: but not for long, wake up Montana.

Narrator: said his driver.

Montana's Driver: a special train is coming and we're to pull it.

Montana: is it coaches or trucks.

Montana's Driver: trucks.

Narrator: said his driver.

Montana: TRUCKS!!!

Narrator: said Montana.

Montana: PUUUUH!!!

Narrator: Montana's fire was slow to start, so Johnny had to push Montana to the turntable to get him facing the right way.

Montana: I won't go, I won't go.

Narrator: grumbled Montana.

Johnny: don't be silly, don't be silly.

Narrator: puffed Johnny.

Narrator: at last Montana was on the turntable the movement had shaken his fire it was now burning nicely on making steam, Montana was cross and didn't care what he did he waited till the table was halfway around.

Montana: I’ll show them, I'll show them.

Narrator: he hissed, he moved slowly forward to jam the table but he couldn't stop himself and slithered into a ditch.

Montana: OOOOOSH!!!

Narrator: he hissed.

Montana: get me out, get me out.

Montana's Driver and Fireman: not a hope.

Narrator: said his driver and fireman.

Montana's Driver and Fireman: you're stuck you silly great engine, don't you understand that.

Narrator: they telephoned the Earth Pony.

Hoity Toity: so Montana didn't want to take the special train and ran into a ditch.

(Telephone Speaking Sound)

Hoity Toity: what's that you say.

(Telephone Speaking Sound)

Hoity Toity: the specials waiting, tell Johnny to take it please, and Montana I'll leave him where he is we hadn't time to bother with him now.

Narrator: on the other side of the ditch, some little boys were chattering.

The Three Boys: Who doesn't he look silly, they'll never get him out.

Narrator: they began to sing.

The Three Boys: silly old Montana fell in the ditch, fell in the ditch, fell in the ditch, silly old Montana fell in the ditch, all on a Monday morning.

Narrator: Montana laymin the ditch all day.

Montana: oh dear.

Narrator: he thought.

Montana: I shall never get out.

Narrator: but that evening they lifted Montana and made a road of sleepers under his wheels to keep him from the mud, strong ropes were fastened to his back end, and Harry and Alfred pulling hard, managed to bring him to safety.

Narrator: late that night Montana crawled home, a sadder and wiser engine.