Friday, December 30, 2016

Thomas comes to breakfast

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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