Don't mock me Rhenesas.
Sir Handel and Peter Sam arrive. Sir Handel immediately starts bitching about the amenities. Peter Sam plays good cop and insists it is nice. Sir Handel then turns his attention to Skarloey who is sitting under the awning by the shed. He then complains about Skarloey looking like rubbish. (Sir Handel you just won me over. You're hilarious!)
Peter Sam tries to make excuses for Sir Handel's behavior. Instead of being insulted Skarloey just feels bad for Peter Sam because, he is like a prissy pmsing teenage girl.
Please don't get us killed, Sir Handel.
Sir Handel's firman interrupts Sir Handel's great insults to inform him that he needs to get work. Sir Handel whines about being tired and insists that Peter Sam should do it. But, oh no this fireman is having none of that and forces him to go.
Sir Handel gathers his coaches. He of course, has to insult them too. Sir Handel calls them cattle trucks. The coaches call Sir Handel as they see him, a jag off.
Sir Handel heads to the platform and there is another engine with ego, Gordon. Sir Handel introduces himself to Gordon. Sir Handel tries to make himself important to Gordon by putting himself in the same league as him. He is even too much for Gordon to handle.
Someone who is more egotistical them me?!
Sir Handel sets off on his line going through the mountain passes. He hits the top station and is still in his pissy mood. He wanted to rest but, his driver wants to get some trucks from the quarry. Sir Handel totally looses it and refuses to work.
He comes up with the idea of causing trouble to get out of it. (Just like Gordon!) He derails himself.
Maybe this is what is going on with Amtrak?
Peter Sam heads up with some workmen and The Fat Controller. (Uh oh) The Fat Controller must have been taken away from his iced bun again because, he just leaves with, "I'll talk to you later."
Later that evening, when Sir Handel heads home, The Fat Controller is waiting. He lays in on Sir Handel with the fury of the devil. He then puts Sir Handel in "engine time out" in the shed.
It's bad enough I have to deal with you too. I have a gazillion other misbehaving engines to look after.
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