Mr. C(/Older Lily) [narrating]: Far away on Sodor, the steam engines were confident, cheerful and determined not to be bullied by Diesel( 10). Only James, who now felt really useful too, was complaining. James: Wobbly wheels! Thomas: Puffy pistons! James: Thomas, I should have collected Mr. Conductor. Gordon: James is right, little Thomas. [chuckles] Collecting Mr. Conductor is an important job. Hmm? Important is big. James is a big engine, hmm? James: Hmm! Gordon: You, Thomas, are small. Small-small-small, teeny-weeny-weeny. And I, I'm a big blue engine, who knows everything. [chuckles] Thomas: Bossy Sprockets! All that steam has gone through your funnel. Splatter Hey, there they are. Dodge: We'll fix their wagons. Splatter: I'm not good at backing up. Dodge: Me, neither. Toby the Tram Engine: What's important is to stand up on our own wheels to Diesel( 10). Henry the Green Engine: Toby's right. Diesel (10) knows that the lost engine in the legend really exists. James: What engine? Percy the Small Engine: What legend? Henry: Of an engine whose magic makes her more powerful than Diesel will ever be. That's why he wants to find her. Percy: Then we'd better find her first. James: [comes out of the shed] Leave it to the big engines, Percy! Thomas: Little Engines can do big things, especially when they have nice blue paint like me. Splatter: Hey, hey! Just watch what happens with that blue puffball... Dodge: ...When Harold the Flopper Chopper flies past here. Splatter: [laughs] Right! Harold the Helicopter: [flies by] Routine, flyby chaps, hello! Splatter: The boss dumped sneezing powder everywhere. Dodge: Let's start laughing now! Splatter: [laughing] Yeah! Harold: [flies past the sheds, causing dust to fly everywhere] Ooh, sorry, troops. A bit of a dust up. Love to stay and clean up. Got to go, bye now! [flies away] [Thomas, Splatter and Dodge are covered in sneezing powder.] Splatter: [covered in sneezing powder] Uh, did you mean to look like that?! Dodge: [covered in sneezing powder] Uh, no! Splatter: Uh, neither did I. Thomas: [covered in sneezing powder] This must be Diesel( 10)'s doing! Ah-choo-choo! Mr. C: [reading letter, as Sir Topham Hatt] "Dear Mr. Conductor. Where were you? My wife said she couldn't miss our little holiday. We'll telephone to make sure you have arrived. Signed, Sir Topham Hatt." [quietly] Sir Topham Hatt. [removes his hat and puts on Sir Topham Hatt's hat, and looks in mirror; imitating Sir Topham Hatt] Where were you? [laughs and looks at picture of Sir Topham Hatt, who looks angry; Mr. C takes off hat, and then he Looks at picture of Sir Topham Hatt, who has an open mouth, and as places it rack, the picture of Sir Topham Hatt returns to smiling again, then the phone rings and Mr. C dives for phone, almost drops photo of Lady, but grabs it, and answers phone.] Oh, good afternoon, sir! A real honor, sir, like my family before me… and how is Lady Hatt? [puts photo of Lady hat back on desk] Yes. Watch out for Diesel definitely. But keep an eye on Henry's health certainly. Uh, yes, sir, the 3 R's - reading, writing and arithmetic. Uh, I mean... I will be responsible, reliable, and really useful. Yes, sir. We will all get a good night's sleep. Looking forward to a hard day tomorrow. Goodbye, sir. [hangs up phone and sighs]

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