Trust Little Bear and Other Stories

Trust Little Bear and Other Stories is BiggestThomasFan's Little Bear/Thomas parody of the Thomas US video, Trust Thomas and Other Stories.

Cast

 * Little Bear as Thomas
 * Grandfather Bear as Edward
 * Moose as Henry
 * Father Bear as Gordon
 * Cat as James
 * No Feet as Percy
 * Frog as Toby
 * Trouble as Diesel
 * Hen as Mavis
 * Little Ick as Bertie
 * Little Robin as Harold
 * Roger (from 101 Dalmatians) as Sir Topham Hatt
 * The Gingerbread Cookies as the Troublesome Trucks
 * Mr. Skunk as Duck (does not speak)
 * Beaver #1 as Donald (does not speak)
 * The Male Porcupine as Terence (does not speak)
 * Little Moose as Trevor (does not speak)
 * Sophie and Sadie (from Salty's Lighthouse) as Annie and Clarabel (do not speak)
 * Beaver #2 as Douglas (cameo)
 * Everyone else as Themselves

Episodes

 * 1) Trust Little Bear
 * Hen
 * 1) Frog's Tightrope
 * 2) No Joke for Cat
 * 3) No Feet's Promise
 * 4) Moose's Forest
 * 5) The Trouble with Mud

Trust Little Bear
Narrator: Little Bear was feeling bright and cheerful. It was a splendid day.

Little Bear: Good morning!

Narrator: He whistled to some cows, but the cows didn't reply.

Little Bear: Never mind.

Narrator: Said Little Bear.

Little Bear: They're busy with their breakfast.

Narrator: Next, he saw Little Ick.

Little Bear: Hello, Little Ick. Care for a race today?

Narrator: But all Little Ick could say was,

Little Ick: Ouch! That's another hole in the road.

Little Bear: I'm sorry, Little Bear.

Narrator: Smiled Little Bear.

Little Bear was still in good spirits when Little Ick arrived at the next station.

Little Beat: Bad luck, Little Ick. Now if you're a bear, you would run a reliable path.

Little Ick: Huh!

Narrator: Replied Little Ick.

Little Ick: The village was suppose to deliver tar to mend the little path two weeks ago. You can't trust thing that runs on big paths.

Little Beat: I run on a big path. You can trust me, Little Ick. I'll see if I can find out what's happened.

Narrator: And Little Bear puffed away towards the big station.

Cat was snorting about in the yard.

Cat: It's too bad!

Narrator: He grumbled.

Cat: No Feet goes to work at the harbor and I do his jobs, here, there and everywhere! Take that!

Gingerbread Cookies: Ooh!

Narrator: Groaned the gingerbread cookies.

Gingerbread Cookies: Just you wait. We'll show you!

Narrator: Father Bear laughed.

Father Bear: I'll tell you what, Cat. If you pretended to be ill everywhere, you couldn't arrange cookies here, or go to the quarry there, could you?

Cat: What a good idea.

Narrator: Agreed Cat.

Cat: Look, here comes Little Bear. I'll start pretending now.

Narrator: Little Bear was sorry to see the animals looking miserable.

Little Bear: Cheer up.

Narrator: He puffed.

Little Bear: It's a beautiful day.

Father Bear: Yes.

Narrator: Grumbled Father Bear.

Father Bear: But not for Cat.

Little Bear: What's the matter?

Narrator: Asked Little Bear.

Father Bear: He's sick.

Narrator: Replied Father Bear.

Cat: Yes, he is. I mean, I am.

Narrator: Stuttered Cat.

Cat: I don't feel well at all.

Little Bear: Don't worry.

Narrator: Said Little Bear kindly.

Little Bear: I'll help out if you're ill.

Narrator: Father Bear and Cat sniggered quietly to each other.

Some of Cat's cookies were given to Little Bear, and he went to the quarry. The gingerbread cookies were still cross.

Gingerbread Cookies: We couldn't pay Cat back for bumping us, so we'll play tricks on Little Bear instead. One animal is as good as another.

Narrator: But Little Bear didn't hear them. He collected all the stone from the quarry and set off back to the junction.

Danger lay ahead.

Gingerbread Cookies: Now for our plan.

Narrator: Giggled the cookies.

Gingerbread Cookies: Go faster, go faster!

Narrator: They pushed Little Bear passed the turn.

Little Bear's Driver: Slow down!

Narrator: Called Little Bear's driver. And applied the brakes.

(CRASH!)

Poor Little Bear stood dazed and surprised in a muddy pond, as a toad eyed him suspiciously.

Little Bear: Bust my paws.

Narrator: Muttered Little Bear.

Little Bear: The day started so well too.

Narrator: Mr. Skunk pulled away the cookies, and Grandfather Bear helped Little Bear back to the junction.

Suddenly, Little Bear remembered the missing tar. He told Grandfather Bear all about it.

Grandfather Bear: That's strange.

Narrator: Said Grandfather Bear.

Grandfather Bear: A cart full of tar has been left at my station. That must be it. Driver will make sure it gets to Little Ick now.

Narrator: Later, Cat spoke to Little Bear.

Cat: I'm sorry about your accident.

Narrator: He muttered.

Cat: And so is Father Bear. We didn't mean to get you into trouble.

Father Bear: No, indeed.

Narrator: Spluttered Father Bear.

Father Bear: A mere misunderstanding, Little Bear. All's well that ends well.

Narrator: Just then, Little Ick arrived. He looked much more cheerful.

Little Ick: My path's being mended now.

Little Bear: Oh, I am glad.

Narrator: Replied Little Bear.

Little Ick: Thanks for all you did.

Narrator: Added Little Ick.

Little Ick: Now I know I can trust a bear, especially if his name is Little Bear.

Narrator: Father Bear and Cat puffed silently away to the library, but Little Bear still had company.

Little Bear: Well, well.

Narrator: He sighed.

Little Bear: What a day for surprises.

Narrator: The toad, who was looking forward to a ride home, noisily agreed.

Hen
Narrator: Hen is a hen who works for the quarry company, arranging gingerbread cookies in their sidings. She has white feathers and small feet.

Hen is young, and full of her own ideas. She loves rearranging things, too, and began putting Frog's cookies in different places every day. This made Frog cross.

Frog: Gingerbread cookies,

Narrator: He grumbled,

Frog: should be where you want them, when you want them!

Hen: Fiddlesticks!

Narrator: Said Hen, and flounced away.

At last, Frog lost patience.

Frog: I can't waste time playing 'Hunt the Cookies' with you, take them yourself!

Narrator: Hen was pleased. Taking cookies made her feel important.

At the station, Trouble oiled up to her.

Hen: Frog is an old fusspot!

Narrator: She complained.

Trouble sensed trouble, and was delighted.

Hen: Frog says only water animals can manage cookies!

Narrator: Continued Hen.

Trouble: How absurd.

Narrator: Squirmed Trouble.

Trouble: Depend upon it, Hen, anything water animals can do, we land animals can do better.

Narrator: Trouble knew nothing about cookies, but Hen didn't realize this.

Frog's line crosses the main road behind the station, and for a short way, follows a farm lane. Frosty weather makes the muddy lane rock-hard and very slippery.

Frog stops before reaching the line. His fireman halts the traffic at the crossing, and then he sets off again. By using the heavy cookies to push him along, he has no trouble with the frosty mud in the lane, and across the road. It is the only safe thing to do in this kind of weather.

Frog warned Hen, and told her just what to do.

Hen: I can manage, thank you.

Narrator: She replied.

Hen: I'm not an old fusspot like you.

Narrator: The gingerbread cookies were tired of being pushed around by Hen.

Gingerbread Cookies: It's slippery.

Narrator: They whispered.

Gingerbread Cookies: Let's push her around instead. On, on!

Narrator: They yelled.

Hen took no notice. Instead, she took the cookies carefully down the lane, and stopped at the level crossing.

All traffic halted.

Hen: One in the head for fusspot Frog!

Narrator: Chortled Hen.

But Hen had stopped in the wrong place. Instead of taking Frog's advice, she had given the cookies the chance they wanted.

Gingerbread Cookies: Hold back! Hold back!

Narrator: They cried.

Hen: Grrr! Up!

Narrator: Ordered Hen.

The cookies just laughed, and her feet stuck helplessly.

Workmen sanded the ice, and tried to dig away the frozen mud, but it was no good.

Everyone was impatient.

Hen: Grrr!

Narrator: Wailed Hen.

Frog was in the yard when he heard the news.

Frog: I warned her.

Narrator: He fumed.

Frog's Driver: She's young yet,

Narrator: Soothed his driver.

Frog's Driver: And...

Frog: She can manage her cookies herself!

Narrator: Interrupted Frog.

Frog's Driver: They're your cookies, really.

Narrator: His driver replied.

Frog's Driver: Hen is supposed to stay at the quarry. If Roger Radcliffe finds out...

Frog: Hmmm, yes

Narrator: Said Frog thoughtfully. He and his driver agreed that it would be best to help Hen after all.

An angry farmer was telling Hen just what she could do with her cookies.

Frog: Having trouble, Hen?

Narrator: Laughed Frog.

Frog: I am surprised.

Hen: Grrrosh!

Narrator: Said Hen.

With much puffing and slippery hooves, Frog pushed Hen and the cookies back. The hard work made his heart pound fiercely, and his fireman spread hot cinders to melt the frozen mud.

At last, they finished.

Frog: Good-bye.

Narrator: Called Frog.

Frog: You'll manage now, I expect.

Narrator: Hen didn't answer.

She took the cookies to the sheds, and scuttled back home to the quarry as quickly as she could.