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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 58): Break Van/Donald and Douglas

While Douglas misplaced the Special Coach, the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt scolded the twins severely. "There must be no more tricks." he said. "I shall be watching you both. I am trying to decide which engine is to stay." he strode away. After he'd gone, the twins were glum. Neither twin wanted to stay without the other. Even though that this would mean that they'll be sent away, so Donald and Douglas thought it best to be good, and work hard til the end. Slowly but surely, they started to wonder what they were doing today.

There was a Break Van in the yard who had taken a dislike to Douglas. Things always went wrong when he had to take it out. His trains were late, and he was blamed. Douglas began to worry. Donald, which was Douglas's Twin, was cross at him. "Ye're a muckle nuisance," said Donald one day. "It's tae leave ye behind I'd be wantin'." "You can't," said the Break Van, "I'm essential." "Och are ye?" Donald burst out. "Ye're naethin' but a screechin' an' a noise when a's said an' done. Spite Douggie wad ye? Tak that." "Oh! Oh! Oh!" cried the Van. "Haud yer wheesht," said Donald severely. "There's mair comin' syne ye misbehave."

The van behave better after that, until later on, Donald had an accident.

The rails were slippery, and he couldn't stop in time. Donald was lucky that he wasn't hurt, but the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt was most annoyed. "I am disappointed, Donald," he said. "I did not expect such-uh-such clumsiness from you. I had decided to send Douglas back and keep you." "I'm sorry, Sirr." said Donald. "I should think so too," continued the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt indignantly. "You have upset my Arrangements. Now James will have to help with the goods work, while you have your tender mended. James won't like that."

The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt was right. James grumbled dreadfully about extra work.

"Any wan wad think," said Douglas, "that Donal had his accident on purrpose. I heard tell," he went on, "aboot an engine an' some tar wagons." Gordon and Henry chuckled. "Shut up!" said James. "It's not funny." He didn't like to be reminded of his own accident. "Weel, weel, weel!" said Douglas innocently. "Shairly James it wasna you? Ye dinna say!" James didn't say. He sulked away to find his train.

"He's cross/James is cross," sniggered the spiteful Break Van. "We'll try to make him crosser still!" "Hold back!" giggled the trucks/freight cars to each other. James did his best, but he was exhausted when they reached Edward's station. Luckily, Douglas was there. "Help me up the hill please," panted James. "These trucks/freight cars are playing tricks." "We'll show them," said Douglas grimly.

"Come on! Come on!" puffed James to the Trucks/Freight Cars. "Get movin' you! Get movin' you!" puffed Douglas from behind. Slowly but surely, the snorting engines forced the unwilling Trucks/Freight Cars up Gordon's Hill. But James was losing steam. "I can't do it! I can't do it!" he panted. "Lae it tae me! Lae it tae me!" shouted Douglas. The Guard/Conductor was anxious. "Go steady!" he yelled to Douglas. "The van's breaking." The van broke into pieces as the Guard/Conductor jumped clear. Douglas wasn't hurt either, so Edward brought the workmen to clear the mess. The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt was onboard. "I might have known it would be Douglas!" he said. "I'm sorry Sirr." apologized Douglas. "Mebbe I was clumsy, but I wadna be beaten by yon tricksie van." "I see," said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "Douglas was grand Sir," said Edward. "James had no steam left, but Douglas worked hard enough for three. I heard him from my yard." "Two would have been enough," said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt drily. "I want to be fair, Douglas," he went on. "I admire your determination, but…I don't know, I really don't know." The Fat Controller was making up his mind about something./Sir Topham Hatt was making up his mind about which engine to send away. So he turned and walked thoughtfully away. It was clear to Douglas that he wanted a long drink, but that's another story.

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 57): The Missing Coach

Donald and Douglas are Twin Engines, they arrived from Scotland to help the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt, but only one engine has been expected. The Twins meant well, but did cause confusion. The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt had given them numbers. Donald was 9, and Douglas was 10, but he was still planning to send one engine home.

When the workmen had finished, the Twins were left alone in the Shed. "Ye may hae noticed, Douggie, that yon penters forgot somethin'." "What did they forget?" "They pented braw new nummers on oor tenders, but they put nane on uz." "Ye mean," grinned Douglas, "that we can…" "Juist that," chuckled Donald. "Haud yer wheesht. Here comes the Inspector." "Now 9 and 10," smiled the Inspector, "here's Duck. He'll show you around before you start work."

The Twins enjoyed themselves, and were soon friends with Duck. They don't mind what they did, they tackled goods trains and coaches easily; for once, the trucks/cars knew better to try any tricks.

"We like it fine here," said Donald. "That's good," smiled Duck, "but take my tip, watch out for Gordon, Henry and James. They're sure to try some nonsense." "Dinna fash yersel," chuckled Douglas. "We'll suin settle them."

Donald and Douglas had deep-toned whistles. Gordon and Henry thought it was a joke. "They sound like 'buses'," said Gordon. "Or ships," sniggered Henry. "Tugboat Annie!" laughed Gordon. "Ha! Ha!" Donald and Douglas cruised quietly up, one on each side. "Ye wadnae be makkin' fun o' uz wad ye noo?" asked Donald. Gordon and Henry jumped. They glanced nervously from side to side. "Uh, no," said Gordon. "No, no, certainly not," said Henry. "That's fine," said Douglas. "Noo just mind the baith o' ye, and keep it that wey." That was the way Gordon and Henry kept it!

Everyday at 3.30, Gordon steams in with the Express which is called "The Wild Nor' Wester", and is full of people from the Mainland. There's also a special coach for travelling places to Thomas's Branch Line. When the other coaches are taken away, engines have to remember to shunt the special coach to the bay platform. It doesn't wait there long, Thomas, Annie and Clarabel comes hurrying to the Junction to fetch it. Thomas is very proud of his special coach.

One afternoon, Douglas was helping Duck in the Yard while Donald waited to take a goods train to the other end of the line. As Duck was busy arranging Donald's Trucks/Cars, Douglas was offered to take away Gordon's Coaches.

Douglas was enjoying himself, when an awful thought struck him. "I hope the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt disna find oot I shudna be here. I cudna abide gooin' back aloone." He worried so much over this that he forgot about Thomas's Special Coach. He pushed it with the others into the carriage siding, and then ambled along to join Donald at the Water Column.

As he went, Thomas, who was complaining came by. "Where's my coach?" he asked. "Cooch?" asked Donald. "What cooch?" "My special coach that Gordon brought it for me. It's gone, and I must find it." He bustled away. "Losh sakes!" said Douglas. "I maun hae stowed the special cooch wi the ithers." And he did. A mob of angry passengers were erupted from a siding. "They're complanin' to the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. He'll be comin' here next." said Donald's Driver. "Noo listen," said Douglas's Driver. "We'll change tenders. So Donal, ye hae tae tak yon Guids. Be quick noo!"

So Donald, with Douglas's tender, went away with the Goods before they came near.

Douglas and his Driver waited with innocent expressions. "No. 9," said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "Why haven't you taken the goods?" "My tender is awa' Sirr." The Driver showed him the tender, but it was still uncoupled. "I see, some defect no doubt. Tell me, why did No. 10 leave so quickly?" "Mebbe Sirr," put in Douglas, "he saw ye comin' an' thocht he was late." "Hm," said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "Here you are, Gentlemen, are the facts. No. 10 has been shunting in the yard. Your coach disappeared. We investigate. No. 10-uh-disappears too. You can draw your conclusions. Please accept my apologies. The matter will be investigated. Good afternoon, Gentlemen." The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt watched until they climbed the Station Ramp. His shoulders twitched; he wiped his eyes. It seems as if that he was crying, but he wasn't. He swung round suddenly. "Douglas," he said sternly, "why are you masquerading with Donald's tender?"

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 56): Little Old Twins

One day, the Owner brought some people to see the Railway. They travelled in the trains, and looked at stations, and bridges, and coaches. "Yes," they would say thoughtfully, "we'll take this"; or "No, we won't take that." They made notes in their books. Peter Sam whispered to Sir Handel. "Men came and did that on our old line." "And then," said Sir Handel, "soon afterwards, it was…it was…" "Sold," finished Peter Sam mournfully.

Peter Sam didn't sing anymore. He wanted to cry. The coaches felt sorry for him. "What's the matter with you?" asked his Driver. "You look like a dying duck!" "We don't want to be sold," said Peter Sam miserably. "Sold!" the Driver was surprised. "Who to?" "To those people who came and talked about taking things." "You silly little engine," laughed his Driver. "They're not going to buy us. They're going to take our pictures on Television." And he tried to explain what that meant. "Not going to be sold! Not going to be sold!" sang Peter Sam. He could hardly wait to tell the others.

He told them about the Television as well, and they were pleased and excited too. All except Sir Handel. "I don't hold with it," he grumbled. "Vulgar, I call it. Fancy traipsing about making an exhibition of yourselves. I won't do it, I tell you. Tellysomething indeed! Just let the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival come here, I'll tell him something!" Skarloey said nothing. He just smiled at Peter Sam. But the next day, when the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival did come to explain about the Television, Sir Handel kept strangely quiet! "Now," said the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival at last, "I want every engine to take part." "I d-d-don't feel well," quavered Sir Handel. "You poor engine," said the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival gravely, "you can stay in the shed…" Sir Handel smiled broadly! "…and your Driver and Fireman shall take you to pieces. That will make a very interesting picture. Just what we need." Sir Handel's feelings were beyond words! "That's that," said the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival. "Now Skarloey, will you take Agnes, Ruth, Lucy, Jemima, and Beatrice?" "Yes please Sir, I was hoping you would let me have them." "Duncan shall have a goods train, while Rusty, with Mr. Hugh and the men, can show how we mend the line." "Please Sir! What about me Sir?" asked Peter Sam anxiously. The Thin Controller/Mr. Percival smiled. "You Peter Sam, shall pull the special Television train." "Oh Sir! Oh Sir!" bubbled Peter Sam in ecstasy.

The Television men built towers for cameras beside the line. They put cameras on a flat truck/car too, and filled the Van with wires and instruments. Some trucks/cars, coupled behind, carried aerials and generators. Everyone practised hard till they knew just what they had to do. At last when the time came, the announcer gave the signal. "We're on the air! We're on the air!" puffed Peter Sam. He rolled the heavy train to the "Shops", where Sir Handel was being mended. Sir Handel did not enjoy their visit!

"We're on the air! We're on the air!" chanted Peter Sam. He trundled over the bridge near the middle station. "Peep Peep!" he whistled to Duncan, "we're coming!" The Announcer talked to Duncan. Then, the Announcer also talked to Rusty, and he explained about their work. Soon they had to go. Peter Sam whistled, and Rusty tooted in reply.

They rumbled over the bridge near the waterfall, and rolled into the Top Station. The Owner climbed down. "We arranged for Television," he said, "to let everyone see our Little Old Engine. We are proud of him, 95 years old and good as new! There's nothing like him anywhere. Three cheers for Skarloey/Hooray for Skarloey." "Peep! Peep! Peep!" whistled Peter Sam, and everybody joined in. Skarloey smiled. "I'm very glad to be home again. Thank you Sir, and all, for your nice surprise. Now I'll surprise you. Listen! When I was mended on the Mainland, I found my Twin!" The Owner stared. "Is there really another engine like you?" "Yes Sir," chuckled Skarloey, "there is. Another engine came to be mended too, called 'Talyllyn'. When the workmen saw us together, they laughed and called us their 'little old twins'." "Talyllyn told me about his Railway. It is a lovely one, at Towyn in Wales. Well Sir, they mended us both, and sent us home; but I often think of Talyllyn. He's 95 years old too, just like me." "Please go to see him, all of you, and wish him 'Dry rails and good running' from Skarloey, his 'Little Old Twin'."

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 55): Rock 'N' Roll

One day, Skarloey was taking the coaches out and met old friends. He even met Rusty for the first time in his life. "You know," he said, "if I couldn't see the old faces and places, I'd think I was on a different railway. You've done wonders with these rails." Rusty laughed. "We hoped you would. Mr. Hugh, our foreman, said 'Let's mend the track so well that he won't know where he is!' And we did, and you didn't; if you take my meaning." Skarloey laughed as he started to like Rusty.

"There's still one bad bit," said Rusty. "It's just before the first station. An engine might come off there, but I'm worried about Duncan. He will do Rock 'n' Roll. Take a look. I shouldn't like his passengers hurt." "What's that about me? I'm a plain engine and I believe in plain speaking. Speak up, and stop whispering in corners." Rusty warned Duncan to be careful with the bad bit of the line. "Huh!" grunted Duncan, "I know my way about, thank you! I don't need smelly Diesels to tell me what to do." Rusty looked hurt. "Never mind," said Skarloey, "you've done your best."

The next morning, Duncan snorted and banged about in the Yard, then he clattered crossly to the station. James was already there when Duncan arrived. "You're late," he snapped. "I know," said Duncan, "it's that smelly Diesel's fault. Rusty told me how to stay on the rails, and then he goes off and leaves me to fetch my own coaches." "You poor engine," sympathized James. "I know all about Diesels. One crept into our Yard, and ordered us about. I soon sent him packing." An idea flew into Duncan's Funnel with admiration. He didn't know that James was boastful, and sometimes didn't tell the truth.

"Send Rusty packing! Send Rusty packing!" snorted Duncan. He climbed up the hill furiously. "Well done, boy!" encouraged his Driver. "Keep it up!" They were soon near the first station. Duncan was pleased. "Nothing's happened! Nothing's happened!" he chortled. "Silly old Diesel! Clever me!" and he swaggered along the line. "Steady boy!" said his Driver. He tried to check him, but it was too late. "Sleepers and ballast!" exclaimed Duncan. "I'm off!" And he was!

"I warned him," said Rusty crossly, "but all he did was to call me names." The little Diesel refused to move. "I'm sorry to disoblige," he went on, "but I am not going to help Duncan." "I'm ashamed of you, Rusty," said Skarloey severely, "think of the passengers. What are they going to do?" "Oh!" said Rusty, "I'd forgotten them. Yes, of course, we must help the passengers," and Rusty's engine roared into life.

Meanwhile, Duncan stood there, looking very sad. He had a lot to think about. "Oh dear!" thought Duncan, "now everyone will know how silly I am." Soon, Rusty arrived with the Workmen. The passengers decided to help, and the men showed them how to use the old sleepers and rails. They soon levered Duncan back onto the line.

After that, Duncan was extra careful all day.

That evening, when the day's work was done, Duncan rolled up to him. "Rusty," he whispered, "thank you for helping. I'm sorry I was rude to you." "That's all right." "I wish all Diesels were like you. Let's be friends." "Suits me," smiled Rusty. "We'll mend that bad bit of line first thing tomorrow."

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Happy birthday Ami - September 10th

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I wonder, could the background here be planet Venus during the Silver Millennium

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 54): Home at Last

One day, Peter Sam will still feeling upset about what happened. He was still getting over his accident, and wanted to start work again, but the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival wouldn't let him. "Another day's rest will do you good." he said. "Besides, I got a surprise for you." "For me, Sir? How nice, Sir. What is it, Sir?" "Wait and see." The Surprise was Skarloey. "Oh!" said Peter Sam. "I'm glad you've come home." They lit Skarloey's Fire, and he sizzled happily. "I feel all excited." he said. "Just like a young engine. Now tell me all the news." "I see you met Rusty." said Peter Sam. "Yes, I like that Diesel." "So do I." replied Peter Sam. "It's a pity that Duncan doesn't." "Who's Duncan?" "He's new here, and became a spare engine after my accident." explained Peter Sam. "Is he useful?" "He keeps busy, I'm sure he means well. He's bouncy and rude. He sings and sways as he swirls around. His driver called it 'Rock 'N' Roll'." "I understand." said Skarloey. Then, Skarloey's Driver interrupted him. "Duncan has done it again. He's stuck in a tunnel. Come on, Old Boy. We'll get him out."

Skarloey was pleased. He looked forward to meeting Duncan. They found a Brake Van with Some Workmen, and Hurried up the line. "How nice and smooth the rails are." thought Skarloey. "They mended all the old bumps. The little diesel was meant to do that. What are the differences Rusty's made to the line?" Quite soon, they found Duncan.

He was stuck at the far end of the tunnel, and he was very cross. "I'm a plain blunt engine. I speak as I find, tunnels should be tunnels, not rabbit holes! This railway is no good at all!" "Don't be silly!" snapped his Driver. "This tunnel is quite big enough for engines who don't Rock and Roll." It took a long time to clear away the rocks, and set Duncan free again. At last, Skarloey was able to push Duncan, and his coaches safely through. The Breakdown Crane and The Brake Van were left while the workmen made sure everything is safe. Duncan grumbled all the way home, but Skarloey paid no attention.

Later, the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival spoke severely to Duncan. "Listen to me, Duncan. There's nothing wrong with that tunnel. You stuck in it because you tried to do Rock 'N' Roll. Tunnels are not dance floors, and you're not a pop star." Then, the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival got his attention to Duncan's funnel. "If it happens again," he added. "I will find ways to cut you down to size. In other words, your career is on the line. Needn't I say more?" Duncan thought the Thin Controller/Mr. Percival had said quite enough, but remained completely silent, and still, for at least the whole evening.

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 53): Trucks!/Rusty Helps Peter Sam

One day, when Rusty came to the Island, Peter Sam and Sir Handel are very surprised to see Rusty, and they were glad to meet him. Gordon met Sir Handel when he saw him shunting. "Nobody understands our feelings." sympathized Gordon. "Now if you were ill, you couldn't go anywhere. Could you?" "Good idea." said Sir Handel. "I'll try it."

Next morning, Sir Handel did so. "I don't feel well." he groaned. There wasn't time to examine him, so some of his trucks/cars were coupled up behind Peter Sam's Coaches while Rusty promised to follow with the rest.

Peter Sam didn't mind the extra work, so he left his coaches at the station, and trundled cheerfully on.

Soon, they reached the quarry where the trucks/cars were needed. Empty trucks/cars at the bottom of the slope are hitched to a cable. Loaded trucks/cars at the top of the slope are hitched to another cable. And by their weight, loaded trucks/cars run down the steep slope pulling the empty ones up.

Later, Peter Sam waited at the bottom of the slope for the loaded trucks/cars. He never bumped trucks/cars unless they misbehaved. But the loaded trucks/cars couldn't see him properly. They thought he was Sir Handel. Their chance for trickery had come. "Faster! Faster!" they yelled. "No! No!" wailed the empty trucks/cars. "It's Peter Sam! It's Peter Sam!" but it was no use. "Hurrah! Hurrah!" roared the trucks/cars. Peter Sam saw them coming down, so he shut his eyes. "Peep! Peep!" wailed Peter Sam. "What did they do to me?" Rusty was working nearby, and came to help clear up the mess. "Bust my Buffers!" exclaimed Rusty. "Never mind, Peter Sam. We'll get you out."

Peter Sam felt battered. His funnel was cracked while his boiler was dented. "Thank you, Rusty." he sighed, as he limped slowly home.

"I'm sorry about your accident." said Sir Handel. "I always stand well back. Trucks/Cars don't like me you see." "Why didn't you warn me?" "Because I didn't think." "You never do. You can start now while you're doing Peter Sam's work as well as your own. That'll teach you to pretend you're ill." Sir Handel did start thinking about Gordon.

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Ranma ½ (2024) Episode 01

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 52): A Close Shave/A Close Shave for Duck

Duck puffed sadly to Edward's Station. There he saw Edward waiting for him. "It's not fair!" he complained. "Diesel has been telling lies about me, and made the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt and all the engines think I'm horrid!" Edward smiled. "I know you aren't, and so does the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. You wait and see. Would you like to help me shunt in the yard while I'm busy?" Duck felt delighted as he set to work.

One day, after the shunting was arranged, Molly passed by with her goods train. Luckily, Duck was able to help. The trucks/cars were silly, heavy and noisy. The two engines worked hard pushing and pulling all afternoon. At last they reached the top of Gordon's Hill.

Molly: Thank you, Duck!

"You're welcome! Goodbye!" whistled Duck, and he rolled gently over the crossing to the other line. Duck loves coasting down the hill, running easily with the wind whistling past. Suddenly, he heard something. It was the guard's/conductor's warning whistle! "Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!" laughed the trucks/cars. "We've broken away! We've broken away!" "Chase him! Bump him! Throw him off the rails!" they yelled. "Hurry, Duck! Hurry!" said the Driver. They raced through Edward's Station, but the trucks/cars were catching up. "Now what?" asked the Fireman. "As fast as we can, then they catch us gradually." said the Driver as he regained control. "Another clear mile and we'll do it." "Oh glory! Look at that!" Emily was just pulling out on their line from the station ahead. Any minute, there could be a crash! "It's up to you now, Duck!" cried the Driver. Duck put every ounce of weight and steam against the trucks/cars. "It's too late!" he groaned, and shut his eyes. He veered into a siding where a barber had set up shop. He was shaving a customer. There was a sliding crash, and part of the wall came in. The silly trucks/cars had knocked their guard/conductor off his van, and left him far behind after he had whistled a warning. But the trucks/cars didn't care, they felt very pleased with themselves.

"Beg pardon, Sir." gasped Duck. "Excuse my intrusion." "No I won't!" said the Barber. "You frightened my customers! I'll teach you!" And he lathered Duck's face all over. Poor Duck.

The two engines were helping to pull the trucks/cars away when the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt arrived. "I do not like engines popping through my walls!" fumed the Barber. "I appreciated your feelings." said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "but you must know that this engine and his crew had prevented a serious accident. It was a very close um….shave." "Oh." said the Barber. "Oh! Excuse me!" He filled the base of water to wash Duck's face. "I'm sorry." he said. " I didn't know that you are a being a brave engine." "That's alright, Sir. I didn't know that either." "You are very brave indeed." said the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "I'm proud of you." The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt watched the rescue operation. Then he had more news for Duck. "And when you are properly washed, and mended, you are coming home." "Home, Sir? Do you mean the yard?" "Of course." "But, Sir. They don't like me. They like Diesel." "Not now." smiled the Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. "I never believed Diesel, so I sent him packing. The engines are sorry, and wanted you back." "Oh, Sir." said Duck happily.

A few days later when he came home, there was a really rousing welcome for Duck The Great Western Engine.

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 51): Dirty Work/Diesel's Devilish Deed

After his goods train was delivered, Duck went back to the yard. Then, he heard the trucks/cars singing. He was horrified. "Shut up!" he ordered, and bumped them hard.

"I'm sorry our trucks/cars were rude to you, Diesel." Diesel was still furious. "It's all your fault! You made them laugh at me!" "Nonsense." said Henry. "Duck would never do that. We engines had our differences, but we never talk about them to the trucks/cars. That would be dis…dis…." "Disgraceful!" said Gordon. "Disgusting!" put in James. "Despicable!" finished Henry. Diesel hated Duck. He wanted him to be sent away, so he made a plan. He was going to tell lies about Duck.

Next day, he spoke to the trucks/cars. "I see you like jokes. You made a good joke about me yesterday. I laughed and laughed. Duck told me one about Gordon, so I'll whisper it. Don't tell Gordon that I told you." And he snickered away. "Bah ha ha!" guffawed the trucks/cars. "Gordon will be cross with Duck when he knows! Let's tell him and pay Duck out for bumping us!/Let's tell him and get back at Duck for bumping us! They laughed rudely at the engines, as they went by.

Soon, Gordon, Henry and James found out why. "Disgraceful!" said Gordon. "Disgusting!" said James. "Despicable!" spluttered Henry. "We cannot allow it!" they consulted together. "Yes," they said. "He did it to us. We'll do it to him, and see how he likes it."

Meanwhile, Duck was tired out. The trucks/cars had been cheeky and troublesome. He wanted a rest in the shed, so he left his train there.

The three engines barred his way. "Hoooooosh! Keep out!" "Stop fooling around." said Duck. "I'm tired." "So are we." hissed the engines. "We're tired of you. We like Diesel, but we don't like you. You tell tales to us to the trucks/cars!" "I don't!" "You do!" "I don't!" "You do!" The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt came to stop the noise. "What's going on here?" he asked. "Duck called me a galloping sausage!" spluttered Gordon. "Duck also called me Rusty Red Scrap Iron!" hissed James. "Duck thinks that I am Old Square Wheels!" fumed Henry. "Well, Duck?" Duck considered. "I only wish myself," he said gratefully, "that I thought of those names myself. If the dome fits…" "Um, ehem?" The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt had been trying not to laugh himself. "He made the trucks/cars laugh at us!" accused the engines. The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt recovered. "Did you, Duck?" "Certainly not, Sir! No steam engine would be as mean as that!" Diesel came out and lurked up. "Now, Diesel. You heard what Duck said." "I can't understand it, Sir. To think that Duck of all engines. I'm dreadfully grieve, Sir, but known nothing." "I see." said The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt. Diesel squirmed, and hoped he didn't. "I'm sorry, Duck, but you must go to Edward's Station for a while. I know he will be glad to see you." "As you wish, Sir." Duck trundled sadly away, while Diesel smirked with triumph.

Story End, and To Be Continued

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 50): Pop Goes The Diesel

Duck is feeling proud of being Great Western. He talks endlessy about it, but he works hard too, makes everything go like clockwork. Today is a splendid day. The trucks/cars and coaches behaved well, and the passengers even stopped grumbling. But the engines didn't like having him to bustle about. "There are two ways of doing things." Duck told them. "The Great Western way, or the Wrong Way. I'm Great Western and…" "Don't we know it?" they groaned.

One day, the engines were glad when a visitor came. He purred smoothly towards them. The Fat Controller/Sir Topham Hatt introduced him. "This is Diesel." he said. "I have agreed to give him a trial. He needs to learn. Please teach him Duck." "Good morning." purred Diesel in an oily voice. "Please to meet you, Duck. Is that James, and Henry, and Gordon too? I am delighted to meet such famous engines." The three engines were flattered. "He has very good manners." they murmured. "We are pleased to have him in our yard." Duck had his doubts. "Come on." he said. Diesel purred after him.

"Your worthy Fat/Top…." "Sir Topham Hatt to you." ordered Duck. Diesel looked hurt. "Your worthy Sir Topham Hatt thinks I need to learn. He is mistaken. We diesels don't need to learn. We know everything. We come to a yard, and improve it because we are revolutionary." "Oh." said Duck. "If you're revo-thing-a-gummy, perhaps it's best that you collect my trucks/cars while I fetch Gordon's Coaches." Diesel was delighted to show off as he purred away.

When Duck returned, Diesel was trying to take some trucks/cars to a siding. They were old and empty, and they've not been touched for a long time. So Diesel found them hard to move. "Pull! Push! Backwards! Forwards! Weh! Augh!" the trucks/cars groaned. "We can't! We won't!" Duck watched with interest as Diesel lost patience. "Grrrrrrrr!" he roared, and gave a great heave! The trucks/cars jerked forward! "Oh! Oh!" they screamed. "We can't! We won't!" Some of their brakes snapped, and the gear jammed in the sleepers. "Grrrrrr!" "Ha ha ha!" chuckled Duck. Diesel recovered and tried to push the trucks/cars back, but they wouldn't move.

Duck went around to collect the other trucks/cars. "Thank you for arranging these, Diesel." he said. "I must go now." "Don't you want this lot?" "No thank you." Diesel gulped. "And I've taken all this trouble…why didn't you tell me?" "You never ask me. Besides," said Duck. "You were having such fun being revo-whatever it was you said. Goodbye." "Grrrrrrrrr!"

Diesel had to help the Workmen clear the mess. He hated it. All the trucks/cars and Coaches were laughing and singing at him. ♪Trucks/cars are waiting in the yard, tackling them with ease'll, show the world what I can do, gaily boasts the Diesel, in and out he creeps about like a big black weasel when he pulls the wrong trucks/cars out, pop goes the Diesel!♪ "Grrrrrrrr!" growled Diesel, and scuttled away to sulk in the shed.

Story End, and To Be Continued

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Thomas and Friends: Sodor Online Journeys (Story 49): Domeless Engines

One day, a special visitor arrived on the Island. Thomas and the others were excited to get to know him. "I've seen you on the Great Western Railway before." said Duck. "Yes indeed you have." said City of Truro. "I was the first engine to go 100mph." While the two talked, Gordon arrived and heard everything. "Pah." said Gordon. "Who cares? A lot of fuss about nothing if you ask me." Then he steamed away.

Later that night, the engines found that City of Truro wasn't conceited at all. He enjoyed talking to the other engines til long the stars came out.

Then he left early next morning. Gordon was still complaining. "Good riddance." he grumbled. "Chattering all night, who is he anyway?" "I told you." replied Duck. "He's famous." "As famous as me? Nonsense! "He's famouser than you. He went 100mph before you were even thought of." "Pooh! So he says." huffed Gordon. "But I don't like his looks because he's got no dome. Never trust domeless engines, they're not respectable. I never boast, but I'd say 100 miles an hour would be easy for me."

Later, Duck took some trucks/freight cars to Edward' Station. "Good morning, Duck." called Edward. "That famous engine came through this morning. He whistled to me. Wasn't he kind?" "He is the finest engine in the world." said Duck, and he told Edward what Gordon had said. "Take no notice." soothed Edward. "He's just jealous. He thinks no engine should be famous but him. Look! He's coming now!" Gordon was running fast as his wheels pounded the rails. "He did it, I'll do it! He did it, I'll do it!" Gordon's train rocketed past and was gone. "He'll knock himself into bits." smirked Duck.

Gordon's driver eased him off. "Steady, Gordon." he said. "We aren't running a race." "We are then." said Gordon, but he said it to himself. Unknown to his driver, Gordon began to feel strange. "The top of my boiler seems funny." he thought. "It feels as if something is loose. I better go slower." But there was worse to come. On the Viaduct, they met the wind. It was a teasing wind which blew suddenly in hard puffs. Gordon thought it wanted to push him off the bridge. "No you don't!" he said firmly, but the wind had other ideas. It curled around his boiler, crept under his loose dome, and lifted off to the valley below. Gordon was most uncomfortable. The cold wind was whistling through the hole where his dome should be, and he felt silly without it.

At the end of the line, the three engines laughed at him. Gordon tried telling them to stop, but they were crowded no matter what they did.

On the way back to the shed, Gordon wanted his driver to stop and fetch his dome. "We'll never find it now." said his Driver. "You'll have to go to the works for a new one." Gordon was disappointed. "I hope the shed is empty tonight." he thought to himself.

But all of the engines were there waiting for him. "Never trust domeless engines." said a voice from somewhere behind him. "They aren't respectable."

Story End