Diesel, the new engine, was sulking. The Troublesome Trucks are waiting in the yard; Tackling them with ease'll... They would not stop singing rudely at him.
"Show the world what I can do", gaily boasts the Diesel. In and out he creeps about like a big black weasel...” They sang.
“Hey! Zip it, You silly ants!” Ordered Thomas, and bumped them hard.
“I'm sorry our cars were rude to you, Diesel.” Twilight apologized. But, Diesel was still furious. It's all your fault! You made them laugh at me!
“Nonsense.” Said Henry. “Thomas would never do that. We engines have our differences, but we never talked about them to the cars. That would be des...des...”
“Disgraceful.” Said Gordon.
“Disgusting.” Put in James.
“Despicable.” Finished Henry. Diesel hated Thomas. He wanted him to be sent away, so he made a plan. He was going to tell lies about Thomas. Next day, he spoke to the cars.
“I see you like jokes. You made a good joke about me yesterday. I laughed and laughed. Thomas told me one about Gordon. I'll whisper it. Don't tell Gordon I told you.” And he sniggered away.
“Ha, ha, ha!” Guffawed the trucks. “Gordon will be cross with Thomas when he knows. Let's tell him and get back at Thomas for bumping us.” They laughed rudely at the James, Gordon, and as they went by. Soon Gordon, Henry, and James found out why.
“Disgraceful.” Said Gordon.
“Disgusting.” Put in James.
“Despicable.”
Narrator: Finished Henry.
Henry: We cannot allow it.
Narrator: They consulted together.
Henry: Yes.
Narrator: They said.
Henry: He did it to us, we'll do it to him and see how he likes it.
Narrator: Duck was tired out. The cars had been cheeky and troublesome. He wanted a rest in the shed. The three engines barred his way.
Gordon, James and Henry: WHOOSH!
James: Keep out!
Duck: Stop fooling.
Narrator: Said Duck.
Duck: I'm tired.
James: So are we.
Narrator: Hissed the engines.
Gordon: We're tired of you. We like Diesel. We don't like you.
Henry: You tell tales about us to the cars.
Duck: I don't!
Gordon, James and Henry: You do!
Duck: I don't!
Gordon, James and Henry: You do!
Narrator: Sir Topham Hatt came to stop the noise.
Gordon: Duck called me a "Galloping Sausage"!
Narrator: Spluttered Gordon.
James: "Rusty Red Scrap Iron"!
Narrator: Hissed James.
Henry: I'm "Old Square Wheels"!
Narrator: Fumed Henry.
Sir Topham Hatt: Well, Duck?
Narrator: Duck considered.
Duck: I only wish sir.
Narrator: He said gravely.
Duck: That I thought of those names myself. If the dome fits...
Sir Topham Hatt: (clearing throat)
Gordon, James and Henry: He made cars laugh at us.
Narrator: Accused the engines.
Narrator: Sir Topham Hatt recovered. He'd been trying not to laugh himself.
Sir Topham Hatt: Did you, Duck?
Duck: Certainly not, Sir. No steam engine will be as mean as that.
Narrator: Diesel lurked up.
Sir Topham Hatt: Now, Diesel, you heard what Duck said.
Diesel: I can't understand it, Sir, to think that Duck of all engines. I'm dreadfully grieved, Sir, but know nothing.
Sir Topham Hatt: I see.
Narrator: Said Sir Topham Hatt.
Narrator: Diesel squirmed and hoped he didn't.
Sir Topham Hatt: I'm sorry, Duck, but you must go to Edward's station for a while. I know he'll be glad to see you.
Duck: As you wish, Sir.
Narrator: Duck trundled sadly away, while Diesel smirked with triumph.