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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 22, 2015 18:02:54 GMT -5
New Railway Series No.45 Great Western Engines By Diesel 11
Forward Dear Friends,
The Great Western Engines of Sodor have had quite a few little adventures lately. Douglas found that he didn’t really need Toad anymore, and so he was given back to Oliver. Those two have been enjoying themselves enormously. Duck, too, was enjoying himself, but it was from… well, you’ll have to read about it yourself!
The Author
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 22, 2015 18:03:20 GMT -5
Toad and the Whale Based on the story by Helen Farrall One fine morning, Oliver and Toad were chuffing happily along the line. The sun shone, and the breeze made them feel like birds. It was a wonderful day. Presently they came to the beach. As they did so, Toad suddenly saw a great big animal on the beach. “That looks like a whale,” thought Toad, “and it’s in trouble!” “Mr. Oliver,” he called, “There’s a whale stranded on the beach!” “Oh, stop joking, Toad,” said Oliver, “you’re seeing things.” “I’m not!” insisted Toad. “Come along,” said Oliver, and the two raced along.
Toad was feeling sorry for the whale and mad at Oliver. They reached their destination, and Oliver uncoupled from the trucks. He steamed away for more. Toad was left in the siding. Presently he saw Duck. “Mr. Duck,” he called, “there’s a whale stranded on the beach!” “A whale,” gasped Duck in shock. “Yes,” said Toad. “A whale. And it needs help!” “I’ll tell the Fat Controller!” said Duck, and he roared away.
Oliver had overheard them. He was surprised that Duck had believed Toad. “Come on now, Toad,” he said, “There’s no whale. I still say that you’re seeing things.” “Oh, but there is!” insisted Toad. “Pshaw,” said Oliver, and, coupling up, started off.
Meanwhile, Duck had alerted the Station Master, and the Station Master had alerted the Fat Controller. “I’ll send help right away,” he said, “A beached whale is serious business.”
When Oliver and Toad passed the beach again, they saw people, fire trucks, tow trucks, and cranes. “What on earth…” thought Oliver. Then he spotted the whale. “Oh,” he said. “So there really is a whale. I’m sorry Toad.” “No offense taken, sir,” replied Toad.
Meanwhile, the fire trucks were keeping the whale sprayed. “Alright,” said the foreman, “let’s lift her up!” The cranes and tow trucks started lifting. Finally, they had the whale in the air. They turned, and put it back in the water. The whale swam happily away.
That evening, Toad dreamt happily about the whale. It was safe at long last.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 22, 2015 18:03:29 GMT -5
Busy Going Backwards Based on the story by Britt Allcroft, David Mitton, and David Maidment One day, Toad was feeling sad. He could see engines and coaches moving forwards, but he only moved backwards. He decided to talk to Oliver about. “Mr. Oliver,” he said, “I’m always going backwards, but I have forward thinking views, and could be a leader.” Gordon, who was listening, put his own two cents in, “You can’t be a leader if you don’t have a train to follow you.” This made Toad even sadder. “Cheer up, Toad,” said Oliver, “you’re a really useful brake van; you help me brake and you keep the cars in order when we go up hills.” “Still,” thought Toad, “it would be nice to forwards for a change.”
Unfortunately for Toad, the cars heard everything. “Who is he to want to go forwards?” “He should be lucky to be able to keep us in order.” “Let’s teach him a lesson!” Oliver coupled up to the trucks, which were then coupled to Toad, and they set off.
They soon came to Gordon’s Hill. This was a part of the trucks’ plan. “Ready? Go!” they shouted, and snapped a coupling. “What the-“ said Oliver. The cars laughed. “We’re making your wish come true, Toad!” they yelled. “Oh, bother!” cried Toad, “I must stop!” But he couldn’t - his guard had jumped clear. “Oh, help!” cried Toad.
The trucks and Toad were speeding away. For a moment, Toad started to enjoy himself. Then he saw the crossing. “Oh, help!” he cried, “It’s closed!” At that moment Bertie trundled across, and Toad almost hit him. As it was, Toad hit the gates, but not Bertie, who had escaped in the nick of time. But the gates were destroyed. “Ouch!” cried Toad, “That hurt!”
At this moment, Toad realized he was on the wrong track, “Oh, help!” he cried, “I’m on the Main Line!” A signalman switched the points, and Toad narrowly missed Gordon. Toad now saw James ahead. “Oh no!” The signalman switched the points again, and Toad narrowly missed James.
The signalman called ahead to the Station Master. “I’ll switch him into the siding,” he said. Toad raced into the siding, and saw some buffers. “Those’ll stop me!” he thought, but suddenly swerved back on the Main Line. “Oh, bother!” he groaned.
Meanwhile, Oliver was racing for dear life. “I must catch Toad,” he thought, “I must!”
Toad sped past Henry, and then saw a bridge under repairs. Luckily, the workmen had been warned about the runaway Toad, and switched points. Toad swerved away from the bridge at the last second, and, still speeding, found himself deep in… a muddy pool! “Ole, my,” he said with dirty water in his mouth, “Stlopped at last!” Just then, Oliver arrived. He laughed. “A pond is the only place for a Toad, I suppose.”
That night, Toad apologized to Oliver. “I’m sorry Mr. Oliver, if I’ve caused you any embarrassment.” “That’s quite alright, Toad,” replied Oliver. “What did you think of going forwards for a change?” “Well,” said Toad thoughtfully, “it was a thrilling experience, but from now on, I’ll be fine with being ‘busy going backwards’, so to speak.”
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 22, 2015 18:03:44 GMT -5
Oliver’s Find Based on the story by Britt Allcroft and David Mitton Oliver and Toad enjoyed working in the Yard. One day, however, Toad noticed that Oliver seemed sad and depressed. He decided to talk to him. “Excuse me, Mr. Oliver,” he said, “but you seem sort of down.” Oliver sighed. “Er, forgive me for mentioning it,” said Toad with second thoughts. “No, you’re right,” said Oliver, “It’s the fact that I haven’t had a nice long run for a while. I do want to get out and have one…” “If I may make a suggestion,” said Toad, “why not tell the Fat Controller.?”
But Oliver said nothing. He just became more unhappier, and he was rough with the trucks, too. “We don’t want you,” said the trucks, “always bumping us!” “We want Percy or Duck!” “They are far too busy to bother with the likes of you!” snapped Oliver, and bumped the trucks so hard that they rolled away… right into the turntable bed! “You clumsy great engine!” said a workman, “it’ll take a while to clear this mess.”
The evening, the Fat Controller spoke to Oliver. “Oliver, you have not been behaving as I should’ve hoped. You will work on the mail train for a while. Perhaps it will help you to clear your smoke box.” And he drove away. “Cheer up, old boy,” said his driver, “The mail train is a grand run!” This made Oliver cheer up a bit.
The next evening, Oliver was making good time. The air was making him feel much better. Soon, he stopped to collect some mail from Harold. He waited and waited, but Harold didn’t come. At last, Harold came. “Sorry Great Western,” he said, “I had a bit of trouble with one of my arms, you know how it is.” “I know that I’m going to be late!” said Oliver.
He steamed off, trying to make up for lost time. Up ahead he saw a signal. It was set at “danger”. The signalman had fallen asleep, but Oliver didn’t know that. He whistled. Nothing. He whistled again. Still nothing. “Hmm, something must be wrong with that signal,” said his driver. “Let’s go slowly and see what the problem is at the signal box.” But they never reached it.
The points were set in the wrong direction. They were going the wrong way!
The fireman was concerned, “We need to find a water tower soon!” Instead, they found an old station. Disaster lay ahead!
**** The next morning, the Fat Controller was concerned. “Oliver has not returned,” he said to Harold’s pilot, “Will you help me find him?” They were soon up in the air, and at long last, spotted him. His driver and fireman had worked through the night trying to get him out of the old shed he’d crashed into.
“It wasn’t Oliver’s fault,” they said. “I’m aware of that,” said the Fat Controller, “I’m just glad to see that you’re all safe.” Then he looked around. He looked surprised. He walked over to an old, abandoned building by the station. When he returned, he spoke to Oliver. “Oliver, thanks to you, I’ve found a new landmark for our Island. This building can be a hotel and restaurant, and visitors to the Island can sleep and eat here.” “Hmm,” said Oliver thoughtfully, “Getting lost can be interesting, but being found is much nicer. Especially if it makes an engine feel Really Useful!”
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 22, 2015 18:04:08 GMT -5
All At Sea Based on the story by Britt Allcroft and David Mitton Duck and Percy sometimes work together at the harbour by the seas. They enjoy working here, and they feel better whenever they do.
One day, Duck and Percy noticed that the horizon was packed with sails flapping against the blue skies. Duck looked at them in wonder. “I wish I could sail to far away lands…” he said. “You?” said Percy, “I think that you should stick to the rails, Duck. It’s much drier!” Duck said nothing, but shunted his trucks into place.
A little later, Harold flew up. “Hello, you two,” he said, “Noticed the ships? They’re for the Regatta. It’s my job to hover around in case I’m needed. You never can tell what’ll happen.” And he buzzed away.
Duck take about the Regatta all day. Percy soon lost patience. “Listen Duck,” he snapped, “our rails can take us to any place we’d want to go, and I’m much happier here than anywhere else!”
Suddenly, the harbour emergency siren went off. Duck’s driver went to see what was the matter. He returned with bad news. “A man taking part in the Regatta has hurt himself,” he said, “We’re to take him to Bertie, who’ll take him to the Hospital.” Harold arrived with the man. “It’s my job to stay at sea in case of other emergencies,” he said, “otherwise I’d take him myself.”
Duck made his way to the station where Bertie was waiting. He had made good time. The man thanked everyone, and climbed into Bertie. “You look splendid flying along the line, Duck,” said Bertie, “It’s no wonder they call you Great Western.” Duck now agreed with Percy, “Engines really are happiest when their wheels are firmly on the rails.”
That night, Duck and Percy were staying longer at the quay. Duck looked up. “There’s a shooting star!” “Don’t be silly,” laughed Percy, “It’s Harold hovering overhead!” Something fluttered down to Duck. His driver caught it. “Harold’s given you a present, Duck,” he said, “It’s a flag from the Regatta.” “Thank you, Harold,” said Duck. “He seems to understand just what an engine needs.”
Duck still wonders about the lands beyond the horizon, but he knows that sometimes the best travels are those we can only dream of.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 22, 2015 20:51:39 GMT -5
Great job! I can see you did do more than just copy and paste episode transcripts; you did do plenty of rewriting to make them sound more like a RWS story!
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 22, 2015 20:55:23 GMT -5
Thanks, Frank! Yes, it was a chore... especially since I never even watched Toad and the Whale!
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Post by Admin on Sept 23, 2015 18:15:27 GMT -5
Rewriting something you haven't seen... How do you do it?
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 23, 2015 20:23:25 GMT -5
I just knew some of the plot, AND I saw the pictures. Putting two and two together, I came up with the story.
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