TVS Novelizations - Thomas, Percy, and the Dragon
Apr 17, 2020 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by PercyFan1998 on Apr 17, 2020 0:02:55 GMT -5
Thought about expanding one of my favorite TVS episodes to have a bit more depth to it than what was produced. If there are any more TVS stories that weren’t based on the Awdry’s’ stories that you’d like to see, lemme know
Thomas and Percy are best friends, but sometimes they like to tease each other about being frightened and neither like it.
A carnival was being set up near the junction and all the engines had helped set it up. Thomas and Percy one evening watched as strange lanterns were being set up around the tents.
“What are those for?” asked Percy.
“They say those lanterns help guide the deceased,” said his Driver. “Ghosts and the like.”
“Ghosts huh?”
Later that night in the sheds, Thomas was trying to sleep but Percy wanted to talk.
“Lanterns that help guide ghosts” said Percy. “Does that remind you of something?” Thomas didn’t reply. “Oh, are you dreaming of the time you thought I was a ghost?”
Thomas opened his drowsy eyes. “Certainly not! Anyways, I was only pretending to be scared, I knew it was you really.”
Percy was unfazed. “I hope the Shedmaster leaves the light on for you tonight.”
“Why? I quite like the dark.”
“Oh really?!” exclaimed Percy. “I am surprised. I always thought you were afraid of the dark. I wonder why.”
Thomas decided to say nothing and went to sleep instead.
The next day Thomas was pulling Annie and Clarabel along his branch line. At the junction he saw Sir Topham Hatt.
“Ah, Thomas! Just the engine I wanted to see,” he said. “As you know the carnival opens tomorrow night. The last of their supplies arrives at the harbor tonight, I’d like you to fetch them, along with something rather unusual.”
“Something unusual?” repeated Thomas. “What sort of something?”
“Wait and see,” said Sir Topham Hatt.
Thomas later told Percy about his special.
“Oh?” said Percy. “I hope your Driver will keep plenty of lights for you on that run, because it’s going to be a foggy night. Wouldn’t want you to be frightened!”
“Huh!” snapped Thomas. “As if I’d be scared of a little fog!” And he puffed importantly away. Percy chuckled and went back to work.
Late afternoon came and Percy had to shunt trucks to some sidings along the main line. He shunted the last ones into a siding directly next to the main line, and waited for Henry’s goods train to pass before the signalman could let him back to the junction.
But there was trouble.
“The points are jammed!” the signalman yelled to the Driver. “I’m afraid that you’re stuck there, Percy. The workmen are busy on the otherside of Gordon’s Hill and can’t come till morning.”
“Sorry Percy,” said his Driver. “Ah well, me and Jerry can just go home early then since it’s so late.”
“Why?” asked Percy increduously. “Are there no other jobs?”
“No,” said the Driver. “Besides, we can be home in time for tea!”
Percy was speechless! They dropped his fire and soon left. All Percy could do was watch as the other engines went home.
It was soon dark, and the fog came down - it danced and swirled around old buildings and twisted trees. “Ooh…” groaned Percy. “What a predicament…”
Screeched!
“What’s that?!” he cried. It was only an owl, but Percy didn’t realize this. “I wish I was back in my nice warm shed.”
Meanwhile Thomas was at the harbor collecting the generator, as well as remaining goods for the carnival; he only had the mysterious load left to wait for.
Suddenly he saw it being unloaded from a ship.
“Cinders and ashes! A dragon!” exclaimed Thomas.
“Don’t worry!” laughed his Driver. “It’s only made of paper.”
“Phew. Could’ve fooled me.”
He watched with fascination as workmen loaded the dragon onto a flatbed, and put lights into it.
“To advertise for the carnival,” they explained.
With the dragon coupled at the end of the train, Thomas set off into the misty moonlit night.
Percy was asleep on his siding and had no idea that Thomas was approaching him.
Meanwhile Thomas’ Driver was concerned. “Too much steam is in the cylinders. Better let it out.”
Thomas was right next to Percy when suddenly he wheeshed tons of steam from his cylinders!
The green engine awoke with a start at the hot feeling, but in the fog he could barely see. Then the dragon came into his sights.
“A dragon!” he cried, and shut his eyes tightly. “Oh! I’m not waking up until day break comes!”
Meanwhile Thomas didn’t hear Percy and calmly carried on.
The next day workmen repaired the points and Percy puffed to the Big Station. Gordon was just getting ready to leave with the express.
“Gordon,” said Percy. “You’ll never believe what I saw last night.”
“Out with it then,” huffed Gordon. “I don’t have all day.”
“A huge dragon,” said Percy. “It blew hot smoke and glowed in the dark! Saw it with my own eyes.”
Gordon stared. “You’ve been in the sun too long, you’re dome is cracked.” The Guard blew the whistle and the big engine puffed away.
Word got around fast, and soon the other big engines were laughing at him too.
“Careful! Otherwise the dragon will gobble you up!” they said as they passed
“No one believes me,” said Percy as he chuffed along the branch line. “Maybe I did imagine that dragon afterall…”
Meanwhile Thomas had a problem. “They weren’t ready for the dragon yet,” he explained to Daisy at the Top Station’s goods shed. “It has to wait here till it’s time to go.”
“Oh my,” said Daisy. “So it has to wait here till the carnival opens?”
“Yes.”
“How about this then? When the times comes, instead of pulling, push it instead, it’ll be quite effective when children see a dragon approaching their platforms.”
“What a good idea! I’ll arrange it,” said Thomas as he puffed away.
Toby had heard everything.
“That is certainly not funny!” fumed Toby. “Percy’s already scared as it is.”
“Oh, I know,” replied Daisy. “That’s why I suggested it.”
Evening came and Percy was delivering food to the carnival when he heard an engine coming toward him from behind. However, instead of an engine…
“The dragon!” he cried. “Save me!”
“Dragon? It’s me, Thomas,” said the tank engine as he came alongside. “Nice paper dragon, isn’t it?”
Percy looked incredulous. “Paper?”
Thomas smiled and explained. “By the way,” he asked after he explained, “how was your night out?”
Percy sighed and told Thomas the truth.
“...In the end I was just as scared as you.”
“Ah well,” said Thomas brightly. “You scared me, I scared you.”
“So you were scared back then, Thomas?”
“Yes, yes I was,” said Thomas. “But in the end if we’re not afraid to say we’re scared, then that’s us being brave too!”
THOMAS, PERCY, AND THE DRAGON
Based on the story by Britt Allcroft and David Mitton
Adapted by PercyFan1998
Thomas and Percy are best friends, but sometimes they like to tease each other about being frightened and neither like it.
A carnival was being set up near the junction and all the engines had helped set it up. Thomas and Percy one evening watched as strange lanterns were being set up around the tents.
“What are those for?” asked Percy.
“They say those lanterns help guide the deceased,” said his Driver. “Ghosts and the like.”
“Ghosts huh?”
Later that night in the sheds, Thomas was trying to sleep but Percy wanted to talk.
“Lanterns that help guide ghosts” said Percy. “Does that remind you of something?” Thomas didn’t reply. “Oh, are you dreaming of the time you thought I was a ghost?”
Thomas opened his drowsy eyes. “Certainly not! Anyways, I was only pretending to be scared, I knew it was you really.”
Percy was unfazed. “I hope the Shedmaster leaves the light on for you tonight.”
“Why? I quite like the dark.”
“Oh really?!” exclaimed Percy. “I am surprised. I always thought you were afraid of the dark. I wonder why.”
Thomas decided to say nothing and went to sleep instead.
The next day Thomas was pulling Annie and Clarabel along his branch line. At the junction he saw Sir Topham Hatt.
“Ah, Thomas! Just the engine I wanted to see,” he said. “As you know the carnival opens tomorrow night. The last of their supplies arrives at the harbor tonight, I’d like you to fetch them, along with something rather unusual.”
“Something unusual?” repeated Thomas. “What sort of something?”
“Wait and see,” said Sir Topham Hatt.
Thomas later told Percy about his special.
“Oh?” said Percy. “I hope your Driver will keep plenty of lights for you on that run, because it’s going to be a foggy night. Wouldn’t want you to be frightened!”
“Huh!” snapped Thomas. “As if I’d be scared of a little fog!” And he puffed importantly away. Percy chuckled and went back to work.
Late afternoon came and Percy had to shunt trucks to some sidings along the main line. He shunted the last ones into a siding directly next to the main line, and waited for Henry’s goods train to pass before the signalman could let him back to the junction.
But there was trouble.
“The points are jammed!” the signalman yelled to the Driver. “I’m afraid that you’re stuck there, Percy. The workmen are busy on the otherside of Gordon’s Hill and can’t come till morning.”
“Sorry Percy,” said his Driver. “Ah well, me and Jerry can just go home early then since it’s so late.”
“Why?” asked Percy increduously. “Are there no other jobs?”
“No,” said the Driver. “Besides, we can be home in time for tea!”
Percy was speechless! They dropped his fire and soon left. All Percy could do was watch as the other engines went home.
It was soon dark, and the fog came down - it danced and swirled around old buildings and twisted trees. “Ooh…” groaned Percy. “What a predicament…”
Screeched!
“What’s that?!” he cried. It was only an owl, but Percy didn’t realize this. “I wish I was back in my nice warm shed.”
Meanwhile Thomas was at the harbor collecting the generator, as well as remaining goods for the carnival; he only had the mysterious load left to wait for.
Suddenly he saw it being unloaded from a ship.
“Cinders and ashes! A dragon!” exclaimed Thomas.
“Don’t worry!” laughed his Driver. “It’s only made of paper.”
“Phew. Could’ve fooled me.”
He watched with fascination as workmen loaded the dragon onto a flatbed, and put lights into it.
“To advertise for the carnival,” they explained.
With the dragon coupled at the end of the train, Thomas set off into the misty moonlit night.
Percy was asleep on his siding and had no idea that Thomas was approaching him.
Meanwhile Thomas’ Driver was concerned. “Too much steam is in the cylinders. Better let it out.”
Thomas was right next to Percy when suddenly he wheeshed tons of steam from his cylinders!
The green engine awoke with a start at the hot feeling, but in the fog he could barely see. Then the dragon came into his sights.
“A dragon!” he cried, and shut his eyes tightly. “Oh! I’m not waking up until day break comes!”
Meanwhile Thomas didn’t hear Percy and calmly carried on.
The next day workmen repaired the points and Percy puffed to the Big Station. Gordon was just getting ready to leave with the express.
“Gordon,” said Percy. “You’ll never believe what I saw last night.”
“Out with it then,” huffed Gordon. “I don’t have all day.”
“A huge dragon,” said Percy. “It blew hot smoke and glowed in the dark! Saw it with my own eyes.”
Gordon stared. “You’ve been in the sun too long, you’re dome is cracked.” The Guard blew the whistle and the big engine puffed away.
Word got around fast, and soon the other big engines were laughing at him too.
“Careful! Otherwise the dragon will gobble you up!” they said as they passed
“No one believes me,” said Percy as he chuffed along the branch line. “Maybe I did imagine that dragon afterall…”
Meanwhile Thomas had a problem. “They weren’t ready for the dragon yet,” he explained to Daisy at the Top Station’s goods shed. “It has to wait here till it’s time to go.”
“Oh my,” said Daisy. “So it has to wait here till the carnival opens?”
“Yes.”
“How about this then? When the times comes, instead of pulling, push it instead, it’ll be quite effective when children see a dragon approaching their platforms.”
“What a good idea! I’ll arrange it,” said Thomas as he puffed away.
Toby had heard everything.
“That is certainly not funny!” fumed Toby. “Percy’s already scared as it is.”
“Oh, I know,” replied Daisy. “That’s why I suggested it.”
Evening came and Percy was delivering food to the carnival when he heard an engine coming toward him from behind. However, instead of an engine…
“The dragon!” he cried. “Save me!”
“Dragon? It’s me, Thomas,” said the tank engine as he came alongside. “Nice paper dragon, isn’t it?”
Percy looked incredulous. “Paper?”
Thomas smiled and explained. “By the way,” he asked after he explained, “how was your night out?”
Percy sighed and told Thomas the truth.
“...In the end I was just as scared as you.”
“Ah well,” said Thomas brightly. “You scared me, I scared you.”
“So you were scared back then, Thomas?”
“Yes, yes I was,” said Thomas. “But in the end if we’re not afraid to say we’re scared, then that’s us being brave too!”