S2 Ep. 18
Thomas Comes To Breakfast
Summary: Thomas’ driver jokes that Thomas could almost run
his branch line without him. Thomas does not realize he is joking though, and
becomes very conceited. He brags to Percy and Toby later at the sheds, and both
tell Thomas that he needs a driver, but to no avail. Thomas wakes up as the
warmth spreads through his boiler, and then realizes his opportunity to run by
himself and prove Percy and Toby wrong by stopping and wheeshing in front of
them. Thomas slowly starts moving along the track, but does not know that he is
only moving because a careless cleaner has fiddled with his controls. Thomas
quickly realizes he has made a huge mistake, but cannot do anything about it
without his driver. At the end of the tracks sits the stationmaster’s house.
Thomas crashes through the end buffers, the fence and the front window just as
the family was sitting down for breakfast. The house was rocked and plaster and
broken glass are everywhere.
Script
Narrator: Thomas the Tank Engine has worked his branch
line for many years and knows it very well.
(Thomas whistles twice)
(Thomas stops at Tidmouth Station)
Thomas’ driver: You know just where to stop, Thomas. You
could almost managed it without me.
Narrator: Thomas had become conceited. He didn’t realize
his driver was joking.
(Thomas leaves the station)
Narrator: Later he boasted to the others.
Thomas: Driver says I don’t need him now.
Percy: Don’t be so daft!
Narrator: Snorted Percy.
Toby: I’d never go without my driver. I’d be frightened.
Thomas: Puh! I’m not scared. You’d never dare. I would
then. You’ll see.
Narrator: The next morning the firelighter came. Thomas
drowsed comfortably as warmth spread through his boiler. Percy and Toby was
still asleep. Thomas suddenly remembered.
Thomas: Silly stick-in-the-muds! I’ll show them. Driver
said I could manage without him! I’ll just go out and then I’ll stop and
wheeeeesh! That’ll make them jump.
Narrator: Thomas thought he was being clever but really he
was only moving because a careless cleaner had meddled with his control and
soon found his mistake. He tried to wheeeeesh but he couldn’t. He tried to stop
but he couldn’t. He just kept rolling along. He didn’t dare look at what was
coming next… there was the stationmaster’s house! The stationmaster was about
to have breakfast.
Thomas: HORRORS!!!!!!!
Narrator: Cried Thomas and shut his eyes.
(Thomas crashes into the stationmaster’s house)
Narrator: The house rocked. Broken glass tinkled. Plaster
was everywhere. Thomas had collected a bush on his travels. He peered into the
room through its leaves. He couldn’t speak. The stationmaster was furious. His
wife picked up her plate.
The stationmaster’s wife: YOU MISERABLE ENGINE! JUST LOOK
WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO OUR BREAKFAST! NOW I SHALL HAVE TO COOK SOME MORE!
Narrator: She banged the door. More plaster fell. This
time it fell on Thomas. Thomas felt depressed. Workmen propped up the house
with strong poles and laid rails through the garden. Then the Scottish Twin
Engines, Donald and Douglas arrived.
(Donald and Douglas whistle)
Donald + Douglas: We dinna fash yerself Thomas. We’ll soon
heave you back on the rails.
Narrator: They laughed.
(The Scottish Twin Engines pull Thomas back on the rails)
Narrator: Donald and Douglas puffing hard manage to haul
Thomas back on safety. It’s offensing a bush and a broken window frame
festooned front was badly twisted. The twins laughed and left him.
(Douglas whistles goodbye to Thomas)
Narrator: Thomas was in disgrace. There was worse to come.
Sir Topham Hatt: You’re in a lot of trouble, Thomas.
Thomas: I know, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.
Narrator: Thomas’ voice was muffled behind his bush.
Sir Topham Hatt: You must go to the Works and have your
front mended. It will be a long job.
Thomas: Yes, Sir.
Sir Topham Hatt: Meanwhile a diesel railcar will do your
work.
Thomas: A diesel, Sir?
Narrator: Thomas spluttered.
Sir Topham Hatt: Yes, Thomas. Diesels always stay in their
sheds to lay our wanted.
Narrator: Diesels never galavant off to breakfast in
stationmaster’s houses……….
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