Stepney's vacation is coming to a close. The Fat Controller arrives to speak with him and the other engines. The Fat Controller drops the bomb that a diesel is coming to help out with their workload. He warns them to not cause any issues with this diesel. James immediately, thinks this means the engine is difficult.
How can I start a race war?
Turns out this new engine is in fact, a dip wad. He pulls up and immediately insults the other engines by calling them dirty. The other engines give him the stank eye, to which the diesel adds, that they should be scraped.
Oh yes, hate me.
The next morning, the engines have a pow wow and discuss what to do as revenge. No one can think of anything. But little do they know, the opportunity will take care of itself.
The Diesel is on a siding being inspected, when the wind picks up. The inspector's hat was blown off his head.
The Diesel sees Duck and Stepney on the side and boasts, "He'll show them something."
Isn't it bad enough we have to deal with Thomas?
The Diesel starts to pull up to his coaches and then he began to make farting sounds and started to shake. He then stopped in his tracks.
Duck and Stepney push The Diesel into the shed. Low and behold, we see the inpector's hat in The Diesel's air intake.
Should have used some Dulcolax.
The inspector cries over the lost of his hat, while The Fat Controller delegates the heavy train to Duck and Stepney. He informs them that Gordon will take over half way.
The two engines take off. Stepney wanted to really enjoy this run before he went home so, he and Duck blast it.
My dream boat, Edward.
The two arrive at the big station early. Gordon remarks on how that will show that diesel. We find out that The Diesel is sick from sludge is pouting.
The next day, it is time to say farewell to Stepney. The engines all gather to say their goodbyes. And then Stepney puffs out into the sunset.
We'll sing in the sunshine...
Meanwhile, The Diesel is also making his way out of town. While on his exit, he farted up Sodor and left the raggity ol' bowler hat.
My cat does the same thing. She leaves a toot trail.
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