Ahoy winter time! Our boy, Peter Sam is creeping along the line. And he is still banged up from his wreck. His funnel is dangling in the wind.
Peter Sam carries onward home where, the other engines make fun of his wonky funnel. (I personally think it is okay. Some people just hang a little to one side.) Peter Sam explains that his manager ordered him a new and improved one. He is just waiting for it to arrive.
Peter Sam carries onward home where, the other engines make fun of his wonky funnel. (I personally think it is okay. Some people just hang a little to one side.) Peter Sam explains that his manager ordered him a new and improved one. He is just waiting for it to arrive.
Oh my gosh, is that Duke? I thought he disappeared again.
The weather turns for the worst. The wind is picking up and the rain is washing out the lines. Rusty and the crew are working hard to clear the lines. He gets notice that they are needed, a bunch of branches has destroyed a bridge. The job takes a long to time complete. (Sometimes, these stories at some pointless subplot in them and it drives me crazy.)
And they all hope it doesn't turn into the viaduct again.
Finally, it is fixed and Peter Sam carefully takes his coaches over the bridge. Next he heads towards the tunnel. He comes out the other end only to find that he poked his funnel out with an icicle.
Don't lie you did it with a BB gun.
Peter Sam heads off again without his funnel. The crew finds that without his funnel, Peter Sam is giving them the black lung with his smoke. They spot an old drain pipe on the side of the track and they rope it to his head.
This just turned kinky.
Peter Sam arrives back to the sheds, where all the other engines begin to make fun of him. Sir Handel even turns into Justin Bieber and belts out a song about for us.
They continued teasing him for what seems like years, until his new funnel arrived. The Fat Controller presents to him the best funnel you'll ever see.
What the....?
Peter Sam is skeptical of this funnel, it seems flat. The Fat Controller assures that if he waits and see, he'll find out it's a sport funnel.
Peter Sam goes on a run, trying out his new sports package. It works so well for him that all the other narrow gauge engines are super jelly of him. So jealous we end with Skaloey, Rhenesas, and Sir Handel looking butt hurt.
My lovely engine lumps.
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