[♪...]
[George Carlin] Toby is a tram engine.
He has cow catchers and side plates
and doesn't look like a steam engine at all.
He takes freight cars from farms and villages to the main line
and is cheerful to everyone he meets.
He has a coach called Henrietta
who has seen better days.
"It's not fair at all!" she grumbles,
remembering that she used to be full
and nine cars would rattle behind her.
Now there are only three or four,
for the farms and factories send their goods mostly by truck.
Toby is always careful.
The cars, buses, and trucks often have accidents.
Toby hasn't had an accident for years.
But the buses are crowded, and Henrietta is empty.
[Bell clanging]
A lady and a stout gentleman
stood on Toby's platform.
He was, of course, Sir Topham Hatt.
But Toby didn't know this yet.
"Come on, Grandfather," cried the children.
"Do look at this engine."
"That's a tram engine, Stephen," said Sir Topham Hatt.
"Is it electric?" asked Bridget?
"Whoosh!" hissed Toby.
"Shh," said her brother. "You've offended him."
"But trams are electric, aren't they?"
"They are mostly, but this is a steam tram."
"May we go in it, Grandfather? Please?"
"Stop," said Sir Topham Hatt to the conductor.
They all scrambled into Henrietta.
[Ding-ding]
"Hip, hip, hooray!" chanted Henrietta.
But Toby didn't sing.
"Electric, indeed! Electric, indeed!" he snorted.
He was proud of being a steam train.
"What is your name?" asked Sir Topham Hatt.
"Toby, sir."
"Thank you, Toby, for a very nice ride."
"Thank you, sir," said Toby.
He felt better now.
"This gentleman," he thought, "is a gentleman
who knows how to speak to engines."
The children came every day for two weeks.
Sometimes they rode with the conductor,
sometimes in empty cars.
On the last day of all, the driver invited them into his cab.
All were sorry when they had to go away.
And Sir Topham Hatt and his family thanked everyone.
[Bell clanging]
"Come again soon," replied Toby.
"We will! We will!" called the children.
And they waved till Toby was out of sight.
The months passed.
Toby had few cars and fewer passengers.
"Our last day, Toby," said his driver one morning.
The manager says we must close tomorrow.
That day, everyone wanted the chance of a last ride.
The passengers joked and sang,
but Toby and his driver wished they wouldn't.
[Bell clanging]
"Good-bye, Toby," said the passengers afterwards.
"We're sorry your line is closing down."
"So am I," said Toby.
"Nobody wants me," Toby thought
and went unhappily to sleep.
Next morning, the shed was flung open,
and old Toby woke with a start
to see his driver waving a piece of paper at him.
"Wake up, Toby!" he shouted excitedly.
"The mail has just arrived,
and there is a letter for us from the stout gentleman.
Maybe it's good news."
[George Carlin] There's a line to a quarry
at the end of Thomas's branch.
It goes for some distance along the road.
Thomas was always very careful to whistle here
in case anyone was coming.
Early one morning, a large policeman was sitting close to the line.
Thomas liked policemen.
He had been a great friend
of the officer who had just retired.
"Peep peep!" he whistled. "Good morning."
Thomas expected that the new officer would be friendly, too,
but he was sorry to see that he didn't look friendly at all.
He was red in the face and very cross.
"Disgraceful!" he spluttered.
"I didn't sleep a wink last night, it was so quiet,
and now engines come whistling suddenly behind me."
"I'm sorry, sir" said Thomas. "I only said 'Good morning'."
The policeman pointed to Thomas.
"Where's your cow catcher?" he asked.
"But I don't catch cows, sir."
"Don't be funny," snapped the policeman.
He looked at Thomas's wheels.
"No side plates, either."
And he wrote in his notebook.
"Engines going on public roads
"must have their wheels covered
"and a cow catcher in front
"to protect people and animals
"from being dragged under the wheels
"if they stray onto the line.
You haven't, so you are dangerous."
"Rubbish," said Thomas's driver.
"We've been along here hundreds of times
and never had an accident."
"That makes it worse," the policeman answered.
He wrote "regular law breaker" in his book.
Thomas puffed sadly away.
Sir Topham Hatt was having breakfast.
He was eating toast and marmalade.
The butler came in.
"Excuse me, sir. You're wanted on the telephone."
"Bother that telephone!" said Sir Topham Hatt.
[Chattering over phone]
"I'm sorry, my dear," he said to his wife.
"Thomas is in trouble with the police,
and I must go at once."
At the station,
Thomas's driver told Sir Topham Hatt what had happened.
"Dangerous to the public, indeed!
We'll see about that."
Sir Topham Hatt spoke to the policeman.
[Whistle tooting]
But however much he argued with him,
it was no good.
"The law is the law," he said,
and we can't change it."
Sir Topham Hatt felt exhausted.
"I'm sorry, Driver," he said.
"It's no use arguing with policemen.
We will have to make those cow catcher things for Thomas, I suppose."
"Everyone will laugh, sir," said Thomas.
"They'll say I look like a tram."
Sir Topham Hatt stared.
Then he laughed.
"Well done, Thomas!
"Why didn't I think of it before?
"We need a tram engine.
"When I was on my holiday,
"I met a nice little engine called Toby.
"He takes freight cars from the farms,
"but the trucks are taking over most of his work,
and he needs a change."
"He has cow catchers and side plates.
I'll write to his superintendent at once."
A few days later, Toby arrived.
[Ding-ding]
"That's a good engine," said Sir Topham Hatt.
"I see you've brought your coach Henrietta."
"You don't mind, do you, sir?" asked Toby.
"The station master wanted to use her as a hen house,
and that would never do."
"No, indeed," said Sir Topham Hatt.
"We couldn't allow that."
[Bell clanging]
Toby made the silly cars behave even better than Thomas did.
[Bell clanging]
"Hey, you!"
[Bell clanging]
At first, Thomas was jealous,
but he was so pleased
when Toby rang his bell and frightened the policeman,
they've been firm friends ever since.
[George Carlin] Mavis is a diesel engine
who works for the quarry company
shunting freight cars and their sidings.
She has six small wheels
hidden by side plates just like Toby's.
Mavis is young and full of her own ideas.
She loves rearranging things, too,
and began putting Toby's cars in different places every day.
This made Toby cross.
"Freight cars," he grumbled,
"should be where you want them when you want them."
"Fiddlesticks," said Mavis, and flounced away.
At last, Toby lost patience.
"I can't waste time playing hunt-the-cars with you.
Take them yourself."
Mavis was pleased.
Taking cars made her feel important.
At the station, Diesel oiled up to her.
"Toby's an old fuss pot," she complained.
Diesel sensed trouble and was delighted.
"Toby says only steam engines can manage freight cars," continued Mavis.
"How absurd," squirmed Diesel.
"Depend upon it, Mavis, anything steam engines can do,
"we diesels can do better."
Diesel knew nothing about cars but Mavis didn't realize this.
Toby'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.
Toby stops before reaching the lane.
This fireman halts the traffic at the crossing and then he sets off again.
By using the heavy cars to push him along,
he has no trouble with the frosty rails in the lane
and across the road.
It is the only safe thing to do in this kind of weather.
Toby warned Mavis and told her just what to do.
"I can manage, thank you," she replied.
"I'm not an old fuss pot like you."
The freight cars were tired of being pushed around by Mavis.
"It's slippery," they whispered.
"Let's push her around instead."
"Un, un, un!" they yelled.
Mavis took no notice.
Instead, she brought the cars carefully down the lane
and stopped at the level crossing.
All traffic halted.
"One in the headlamp for fuss-pot Toby," chortled Mavis.
But Mavis had stopped in the wrong place.
Instead of taking Toby's advice,
she had given the cars the chance they wanted.
"Hold back! Hold back!" they cried.
"Grrrump," ordered Mavis.
The cars just laughed and her wheels spun helplessly.
Workmen sanded the rails and tried to dig away the frozen mud but it was no good.
Everyone was impatient.
"Grrrrr," wailed Mavis.
Toby was in the yard when he heard the news.
"I warned her," he fumed.
"She's young yet," soothed his driver.
"She can manage her cars herself," interrupted Toby.
"They're your cars really," his driver replied.
"Mavis is supposed to stay at the quarry,
"if Sir Topham Hatt finds out..."
"Hmm, yes," said Toby thoughtfully.
He and his driver agreed that it would be best to help Mavis after all.
An angry farmer was telling Mavis just what she could do with her train.
"Having trouble, Mavis?" chortled Toby.
"I am surprised."
"Grrrush!" said Mavis.
With much puffing and wheel slip, Toby pushed Mavis and the freight cars back.
The hard work made his fire burn fiercely,
and his firemen spread hot cinders to melt the frozen mud.
At last, they finished.
"Goodbye," called Toby.
"You'll manage now, I expect."
Mavis didn't answer.
She took the cars to the sheds and scuttled home to the quarry
as quickly as she could.
One day, Percy arrived at the quarry to collect some stones
for his freight cars.
Snow and frost lay everywhere.
There was not a sound to be heard.
Percy ventured further.
He found Mavis, the new diesel engine,
resting in the shelter of some rocks.
"Cheer up, Mavis," he whistled.
Mavis was still remembering the trouble she'd had with cars.
"Manager says I don't listen to advice.
"He says I have no business jauntering down Toby's line.
"Toby's a fuss pot."
"Toby has forgotten more about freight cars than you will ever know," replied Percy.
"You must put the cars where he wants them.
"Then you'll be a really useful engine.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take these stones to the harbor."
Mavis liked Percy but she still wouldn't listen to his advice.
"Why shouldn't I go on Toby's line?"
The siding arrangements were awkward.
To put the cars where Toby wanted them,
Mavis had to make several journeys.
She started making a plan.
"If we used the tiniest part of Toby's line," she said to her driver,
"we would save all this bother."
Her driver, suspecting nothing,
allowed them to go as far as the first level crossing.
A few days later, the weather changed.
As the snow melted, the quarry grew busy again.
Some trains were so long that before leaving the cars for Toby,
Mavis had to go beyond the level crossing with them.
Now for her plan.
She would go further down the line without it seeming her fault.
"Can you keep a secret?" she asked the freight cars.
"Yes, yes, yes," they chattered.
"Will you bump me at the level crossing and tell no one I asked you?"
The cars promised.
But while Mavis was away, Toby arrived.
He decided to shunt the cars himself.
The cars decided to bump him anyway.
They reached the level crossing and Toby's brakes came on.
This was the signal for the freight cars.
"Un, un, un!" they yelled.
Toby was away with the cars screaming and yelling behind him.
No one realized that melted snow had turned a stream ahead into a torrent
and the bridge above it was about to collapse.
The rails were now like a tightrope across the thundering water.
"Stop, stop!" cried Toby.
His driver fought for control.
They came nearer and nearer to the bridge.
It was all or nothing now.
The driver braked hard.
Toby stopped, still on the rails,
but with his wheels treading the tightrope over the abyss.
Mavis was horrified and quickly came to the rescue.
Workmen anchored Toby with ropes, while she pulled the freight cars away.
Then she helped Toby to safety.
"I'm sorry about the cars," said Mavis.
"I can't think how you managed to stop them in time."
"Oh, well," said Toby.
"My driver told me about circus people who walk tightropes,
"but I just didn't fancy doing it myself."
Later, Sir Topham Hatt arrived.
"A very smart piece of work," he said.
"Mavis, you did well, too, I hear."
"It was my fault about those cars, sir," she faltered.
"But if I could..."
"Could what?"
"Come down the line some time, sir.
"Toby says he'll show me what to do."
"Certainly," replied Sir Topham Hatt.
"If your manager agrees."
And so it was arranged.
Now Mavis is as happy as can be,
and Sir Topham Hatt thinks she's really useful, indeed.
[George Carlin] Toby the Tram Engine has cowcatchers and side plates.
They help to prevent animals from getting hurt
if they should stray onto the line.
Daisy thought Toby's fenders were silly.
"You're afraid of getting hurt yourself," she flounced.
"I'm not," huffed Toby. [Whistle blowing]
"Yes, you are. I don't have stupid cowcatchers, but I'm not frightened.
I just toot, and they'd all go away."
"But they don't," said Toby.
"They would with me. Animals always run if you toot and look them in the eye."
"Even bulls ?" "Even bulls," said Daisy.
Daisy had never met a bull,
but she purred away quite unconcerned.
She tooted at a farm crossing.
A horse and cart halted while she went by.
"I just toot, and they all stand aside.
Poor little Toby. I'm sorry he's frightened."
[Whistle blowing] At the next station a policeman was waiting.
"There's a bull on the line," he warned.
"Please persuade it to return to the farmer."
Daisy was excited. "Now," she thought,
I'll show Toby how to manage bulls."
Champion isn't really a fierce bull, but this morning he was cross.
He'd strayed from his field, crashed through a fence,
slithered down a slope, and now he didn't know where he was.
[Mooing] Suddenly he saw some grass.
"Now for my breakfast," he thought.
"Ooh-whoo!" tooted Daisy. "Go on."
Champion was too busy chomping to take any notice.
"Ooh-whoo!" said Daisy again.
Champion kept grazing.
"This is all wrong," thought Daisy.
"How can I look him in the eye if he won't turn around ?"
At last he did.
"Moo!" said Champion.
"Oh, oh," murmured Daisy.
"Why doesn't he run away ?"
"Go on, Daisy," said her driver. "He's harmless."
"Yes," said Daisy unhappily.
"You know he's harmless, and I know he's harmless. But does he know ?"
[Mooing] "Look at his horns.
"If I bumped into him, he might... hurt... me-- uh, them.
The farmer wouldn't like that."
Champion sniffed at Daisy. [Sniffing]
"Eeuw," said Daisy. And that was that.
Daisy did no more.
[Bell clanging]
Toby was bemused and amused to see her back in the station so soon.
"Bulls always run if you toot and look them in the eye, eh, Daisy ?"
Daisy stayed silent.
"Ah, well," continued Toby. "We can live and learn.
I’d better chase him away for you, I suppose."
He clanked away to find Champion.
[Bell ringing, Whistle blowing]
Toby’s bell rang and his whistle sounded, but Champion took no notice.
Then Toby whooshed loudly. [Steam whooshing]
That did the trick. [Mooing]
Toby whooshed a little more.
And now, breakfast over,
Champion chauntered away to join the farmer.
Daisy was feeling exhausted.
She was glad when her day's work was over.
Some boys were on the platform. "Look, Daisy," one teased.
"I've got some sweets. They're called bull's eyes.
I like them. Do you ?"
"Ah, keep your old bull's eyes !"
And Daisy scuttled to her shed.
[Alec Baldwin] It had been raining hard for weeks.
Toby was feeling miserable.
Everywhere was wet, wet, wet.
His branch line runs through a village.
The water and the river had risen with the rain.
Only the great wall, known as a dam
was stopping the water from overflowing.
Percy arrived just as Toby was about to inspect the dam
for any damage.
"Driver tells me it may be dangerous up there.
Please be careful, Toby," said Percy.
"I'll try," replied Toby bravely.
Percy watched anxiously as Toby trundled away.
His journey took him over a wooden bridge at the end of the village.
The river surged dangerously beneath it.
Harold the Helicopter was inspecting the dam as Toby arrived.
"Be brave, Toby," called his driver.
"We have to cross to the other side."
The dam did not look safe at all.
Toby was very worried. Soon he knew why.
"The dam's breaking up!
We must warn everyone!"
Toby shunted back as fast as his wheels would let him.
Percy was waiting anxiously for Toby by the bridge.
The river had risen so high, that the bridge was in danger of collapsing.
"The dam's breaking up! We must find high ground!"
shouted Toby's driver.
"Your only chance is to cross the bridge," called Percy.
"It doesn't look safe to me!" wailed Toby.
"It's our only chance," said his driver.
"If the dam breaks, we'll be done for!"
Toby was halfway across the bridge when disaster struck.
"Help!" called Toby.
"We'll follow him on our line.
It meets the river further down."
As Toby floated helplessly on the floodwaters,
they passed a sign that made them shudder:
"BEWARE THE WATERFALL."
"If we go over that waterfall, we're doomed."
Then they saw Harold, who swooped low and shouted urgently to them.
"We're going to drop a rope to you.
Attach it to yourself, quickly now"
And they did, to one of Toby's buffers.
Just then, Percy arrived. Harold flew over to him.
"Catch the rope and pull Toby to safety!" he called.
Toby was safe at last.
When the floods were over and the dam mended,
the villagers had a big party for Toby, hosted by Sir Topham Hatt.
"You were very brave, Toby."
"Thanks to Harold."
"I could never have been so brave, Toby."
"Oh, I'm sure you would be, but you never know till you tried."
Percy rather hoped he'd never have to.
[Alec Baldwin] One morning, Sir Topham Hatt and his grandchildren
came to see Toby.
"Come on, Toby. We're all going to the seaside.
We will ride in Henrietta."
"Yes, sir!" said Toby happily.
They came to a small seaside station.
Soon, the children were playing in the sand,
building a splendid castle.
Sir Topham Hatt inspected it.
"My word. It's a very fine castle.
Have you seen a real one like it?"
"Yes," replied the children.
"It's here on the island." And they showed him a map.
"Hmm," pondered Sir Topham Hatt.
[waves lapping]
They met Toby at the harbor.
"Come along. We are going exploring."
[Bell clanging]
Soon they were in the wildest part of the island.
[clang clang]
They stopped by a lonely signal box.
"Where are you going?" asked the signalman.
"We're trying to find an old castle."
[Bird chirping]
"I know the place, sir," said the signalman.
"There's a small junction not too far down the line.
Just switch the points."
When the fireman switched the points,
their adventure really began.
Toby pushed past branches and bushes
until they came to another little junction.
There, they saw two signs
saying "to the castle" and "to the mine."
"We'll go to the castle first."
Toby stopped by an old water tower.
"There's the castle!"
"Yes," replied Sir Topham Hatt.
"And now we shall visit the mine."
Once upon a time, the mine had been worked
by the little engines,
and their lines were still in place.
But now everything was very rusty and overgrown.
Sir Topham Hatt was most impressed.
But Toby was rather scared.
He was glad when it was time to go home.
"I think the castle and the mine
"will make a fine place for visitors.
But it will take some hard work first."
"Y-Yes, sir," said Toby nervously.
Sir Topham Hatt's plans were soon put into action.
But Toby was still worried.
"I'm sure this place is haunted," he thought.
"It's our turn to stay here
on guard tonight, Toby."
"Oh, y-y-yes. Why not?" stuttered Toby.
"Beware of the ghost, Toby," Thomas said.
"What ghost?" asked Toby.
"The old warrior ghost.
"Every night, he lights his fire,
"then goes hunting.
Toot toot! Good-bye."
[Chuffing]
[Wolf howls]
Night came. Toby looked anxiously around.
Everything seemed rather spooky.
[Owl hoots]
Quite suddenly, he heard a strange wheezing sound.
"It's the ghost!" he wailed.
"What ghost?" his driver asked.
"It's the old warrior.
He's come to hunt me down!"
"Don't be so daft.
We'll go and investigate."
They returned quite soon.
"The old warrior wants to meet you,"
laughed his fireman.
"Can't it wait till morning?" replied Toby.
"Ghosts don't work day shifts," said his driver.
Toby bravely made his way.
"Well, bless my bell!" he exclaimed.
There, in front of him, was a little old engine.
"This is your ghost, Toby," said the signalman.
"His name's really Bertram,
"but we call him the old warrior
because he's so brave."
Bertram and Toby are now friends.
They take the visitors to the castle...
and the mine.
If there are any ghosts here,
they certainly help to make the place...
very happy.
[Alec Baldwin] Winter on the Island of Sodor can be windy and cold.
When the cold wind blows, the engines can't wait to get back to the snug warmth of Tidmouth Sheds.
"Bitter cold, bitter cold, bitter cold," chuffed Toby.
[Chuffing]
"Still, I'll soon be back in my nice dry shed."
But suddenly, Toby's driver applied the brakes.
He could see a farmer standing knee deep in snow. He was waving a red flag.
"My phone lines are down, all the roads are blocked
and my sheep had just started lambing," the farmer said.
"They're trapped on the hillsides, cut off by the snow."
"What can we do to help?" Toby chuffed.
"I need a vet as quickly as possible."
"We'll stop at the next signalbox," said Toby's driver. "I'll phone the vet from there."
[Ding, ding]
[♪...]
[Chuffing]
Toby raced to the signalbox and the driver phoned ahead to the station.
Sir Topham Hatt and the vet were waiting for Toby as he arrived.
"The farmer's lambs are stranded on the hillside!" cried Toby.
"We've got to rescue them!"
"So we shall," said Sir Topham Hatt.
"I'll send Duck right away. This is a job for an engine with a snowplow."
Toby knew Duck was the right engine for the job. He was very powerful.
"Hurry!" Toby called anxiously, as Duck chuffed out of the station.
[♪...]
[Chuffing]
But, so much snow had fallen, the tracks ahead were blocked.
"We can't go on," said Duck's driver grimly.
"We'll have to go back."
[Chuffing]
[Whistles]
Toby was surprised to see Duck return to the station.
"I tried my hardest," puffed Duck. "But the weather's getting worse."
"Even Duck's snowplough can't get through," said his driver.
Then, Toby had an idea.
"My old branch line runs out there sir, remember?"
"It's far too dangerous," said Sir Topham Hatt.
"It would never carry Duck's weight."
"It might take my weight," said Toby.
"And I know that line like the back of my buffers," he added.
"It's our only chance to help the lambs."
Sir Topham Hatt agreed, but he told Toby to be very careful.
[Chuffing]
Soon, a blizzard was howling. Toby's driver was worried.
"I can do it," called Toby, "As long as these rails hold."
But, Toby had forgotten about the rickety old bridge.
[Chuffing]
[Creaking]
"Help! My wheels are wobbling!" he cried.
His driver fought for control, as Toby struggled on.
"I've got to reach the other side of this bridge," gasped Toby, "Those lambs need me."
[Creaking]
The farmer was waiting. It was very cold.
Suddenly, a ghostly glowing eye shone from the snowstorm.
It was Toby's headlamp.
[Bell clanging]
"You made it!" cried the farmer. "What a brave engine you are!"
The vet and the farmer went to find the lambs.
[Sheep baaing]
But, they soon returned.
"The lambs are safe and sound, Toby," said the vet.
"But, we need a place now to keep the little ones warm."
Toby smiled, "I'll think you'll find Henrietta has plenty of room."
Toby stayed for several days just to make sure the lambs were all right.
The farmer was very grateful.
"Thank you, Toby," he said.
"We couldn't have done it without you."
"Thank you," said Toby.
"There's nothing I like better than helping out a friend in need."
[Ding-ding]
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