[其他] 4集《托马斯和朋友们》剧集英文文本

All the engines on the island of Sodor looked forward to the harvest festival time.

But most of all, they look forward to the fat controller's harvest firework display.

The-fat-controller came to see Thomas and James.

“James, you are to collect the firework from the depot.”

James was overjoyed.

Thomas wasn't happy at all.

“But I want to collect the fireworks.”

“The fat controller chose me cause' I am as red as the rocket and twice as grand.”

Jamessteamed proudly across the countryside.

“Brightest and the best!”

He hummed happily to himself. He was having a wonderful day.

Thomas was still upset when he arrived the shunting yards.

He grouched as he bumped the trucks crossly around the yard.

When James arrived the depot, he was very excited.

The wagons were all ready for him, filled safely to the top with the fireworks.

James was coupled up with precious cargoes, and he steamed away.

Thomas shunted the last truck crossly into place.

The truck was glad that job was finished.

James happily steamed along.

He was thinking about the fireworks.

He was imaging all the sparkles, flashes and shooting stars.

But suddenly, James grounded to a halt.

“I will have to go call for help”. Said his driver.

Thomas puffed back to Natford station as Gordon was letting off his passengers.

Children and grown-ups from all over the island had come to see the fireworks.

Seeing the children cheered Thomas up.

But the fat controller looked concerned.

“James is broken down.” He said, “You must collect him, Thomas.”

“And bring him back, or the firework display will be canceled.”

“Oh no.”Cried Thomas. “Then all the children will be sad.”

And he set off to collect James.

Thomas puffed across the countryside.

Even with his light on, Thomas knew he had to be very careful.

Thomas found James broken down on a track.

“Hello, busted boiler，”teased Thomas，“you don't look very useful now."

James was upset.

But when Thomas got behind James, he couldn't see ahead.

“You will have to look out for me.”

But James was cross.

“You said that I wasn't useful.” he pulsed.

“If the fireworks don't get to Natford station in time, the display will be canceled.”

James didn't want the children to be sad, so he agreed to look out for Thomas.

And they set off together.

When the track was straight and clear, James cried out, “go fast!”

And Thomas did. Soon they were working happily together and making good time.

The fat controller checked his watch.

There was still no sight of Thomas and James.

“It's very late.” He thought, “It's almost the children's bedtime.”

Even Gordon was worried.

“I'll have to cancel the display.” Said the fat controller.

So the disappointed children started to board the coaches.

At last they could see the signal light, but the signal light turned red.

Thomasand James stopped.

"Why was the signal light red?"

“Maybe a passenger train is passing through.”  Puffed Thomas.

“Gordon must be taking the children back.” Cried James.

Thomas and James were very upset.

“We're here!” they cried and sounded their whistles as loud as they could.

But no one could hear them.

The children were all on board. Gordon was ready to depart.

Then Thomas had a bright idea

“Send up the rocket.” he told his driver.

So his driver carefully lit a rocket.

He stood well back as it woffed into the sky. The rocked burst into stars.

“That must be Thomas and James.” Cried the fat controller.

“Stop Gordon, The firework display is back on.”

The signal turned to green, and Thomas and James were soon on their way.

James and Thomas were soon at the station.

The children cheered.

“Good work, Thomas.” Cried James happily.

“And good work, James.” Agreed Thomas.

“Good work, both of you.” Said the fat controller.

That night Thomas and James watched the fireworks together.

“I think we're both useful engines.” Said James proudly.

“But we're most useful when we work together.” Puffed Thomas.

It was winter.

The fat blanket of snow laid over the island of Sodor.

All the engines were busy carrying passengers

and goods from station to station.

Sometimes they need to warn people they are coming.

So steam engines blow their whistles.

And diesels engines sound their electic horns.

One day Percy took some trucks to the yard.

He whistled hello to Arry and Bert.

But Arry and Bert laughed.

"Call that a whistle? Just listen at this."

"Diesels can do anything better than steammies." They sneered.

"my whistle is as good as your horns."

puffed Percy crossly, "Just wait and see!"

Percy practised loud whistling.

He blew louder, and louder and louder.

At last, he was ready to suprise Ariel and Bert.

Later Percy went back to the quarry.

He rolled up behind Ariel and Bert,

took an extra big puff, and blew as loud as he could.

Arry and Bert were surprised.

"I told you my whistle is as good

as your silly old funky horns." puffed Percy.

Now he had a super loud whistle,

Percy couldn't wait to use it again.

When he saw Thomas at the sidings,

he took a big puff, and blew as loud as he could.

Thomas was cross. "That wasn't funny." He sniffed.

But Percy didn't notice. He was too busy having fun.

Percy saw Bertie the bus, he took another big puff and blew.

Bertie skated all over the road.

"Percy!" he cried crossly.

He had nearly caused an accident. But percy had already chuffed away.

That night Thomas told Percy to stop surprising his friends.

"You made Bertie skate across the road and my trucks got damage."

Percy was sorry, "I wont' do that again. I promise!"

But the next day Percy was bring the milk trains from the dairy.

"I wish I could have one more loud whistle." he said to himself.

He couldn't see any people, or engines.

But there were something else that Percy couldn't see.

Trevor the truck engine was taking foods to the farm animals.

With snow on the ground they could not find any grass to eat.

Percy took his biggest puff of all and blew.

Trevor was so suprised his trailor bumped into a pile of logs.

A loaf of log rolled down the hil.

Snow stuck to the log.

It turned into a snow ball.

The snow ball got bigger and bigger and bigger.

Percy was enjoying himself until he saw the snow ball.

"Oh no!" he cried.

Luckily no one was hurt.

But his driver was cross, "Now I will have to go for help."

Percy waited in the cold.

His funnel was freezing and his axes was shivering.

At last Thomas arrived with the fat controller.

He was very cross indeed.

"Whistles are for safety," he told Percy, "not for playing.

You must only use your whistle when the time is right. "

"Yes,sir." shiverd Percy.

And he promised to use his whistle properly from now on.

The next day Percy was a very quiet engine indeed.

He didn't use his whistle once.

But when Percy came out of the tunnel, he gasped.

A big snow drift has slipt onto the tracks.

Percy heard Thomas.

He was heading straight toward the snow drift.

If he did not stop in time, he would have an accident.

"I must warn him." cried Percy.

Percy took the biggest puff he had ever taken,

and blew the loudest whistle he had ever blew.

"Something must be wrong." cried Thomas.

And he applied his brake just in time.

"Cinders and ashes." he gasped,

"thank you, Percy!"

That evening the fat contoller came to the shed.

"Well done, Percy!" he boomed,

"You blew you whistle at the right time

and saved Thomas from the accident.

You're a really useful engine. And, a safe one!"

Percy was so proud his fire box tinkled.

Percy uses his whislte wisely now,

and all his friends are glad to see him.

Gordon is big and blue and the fastest engine on all of Sodor.

He loves pulling the express.

Gordon thinks it makes him the most important engine on the island.

One day, Gordon was pulling the express out of the Brandam docks

but Diesel was on the same line.

Out of my way, sniffed Gordon, express train coming through.

Diesel had to back off. This made him cross.

You steamies are old and useless, he sneered,

when the fat controller realized this, you will all be scraped.

Scraped? Scoffed Gordon, Phu! I’m as fast as I ever was.

And he chuffed proudly out of the dock.

Gordon was speeding through the beautiful countryside.

He was having a wonderful day.

Then he heard a horrible squeaking noise.

Gordon was upset. Squeaking could only mean one thing.

Something was wrong. What if Diesle was right?

What if the fat controller scraped me?

Gordon squeaked sadly up the hill.

The hill was steep and Gordon had to slow down.

The slower he went, the quieter the squeak became.

Gordon was delighted. Aha! He said.

If I go slowly, no one will hear me squeak.

And he chuffed slowly back to the Tidmouth shed.

That evening, the fat controller came to see Gordon.

Tomorrow is a very special day. I’m taking some village children on a boat trip.

You Gordon are to take us to the Brandam docks.

The boat leaves at 9 o’clock. So you must not be late.

The next morning, Gorden waited for everyone to go.

Then he puffed slowly away so no one will hear him squeak.

Once out of the shed he started to pick up speed.

His pistons pounded and his wheels spun.

He began to squeak again. Oh, my! said Gordon.

Then he heard something even worse. It was a rattle.

Oh dear! Oh dear! He cried. Diesle was right. I am falling apart.

What will the fat controller say?

Gordon slowed down.

Gordon crawled slowly into the station to collect the children.

Gordon was sad. If he went slowly, the children will miss their boat trip.

But if went quickly, the fat controller will hear him squeak and his rattle.

He knew Gordon was wearing out and will send him to the crap yard.

With the children safely on board, Gordon pulled slowly out of the station.

Gordon chuffed slowly through the countryside. He thought things were going well.

The fat controller was very cross.

He spoke sternly to Gordon, what are you playing at, Gordon?

He boomed. You must go quickly

or the children will miss the boat and that will never do!

Yes, said Gordon sadly.

Remember, you’re the fastest engine on the island!

This made Gordon proud. This may be my last trip, he said

but I’ll get the children to their boat on time.

His wheels turn faster, his pistons pumped harder,

must be on time, must be on time. He puffed.

Soon, he began to squeak and rattle too.

Then he heard another noise. A knocking noise.

But Gordon didn’t care.

If this were his last trip, he was going to run as fast as he possible could.

Gordon squeaked and rattled

and knocked all the way to Brandam docks.

Salty and Henry were surprised.

They had never heard an engine make such oweful noises.

Sounds like another steamy ready for the scrap yard, sneered Diesel.

But Gordon didn’t care about Diesel.

He had made good time and the children will catch their boat.

I made it. He cried proudly.

Thank you, Gorden. Shouted the children happily.

I knew you could do it. Said the fat controller,

But haven’t you been to the repair yard?

The repair yard? Gasped Gordon.

You’ve been making lots of noises. Said the fat controller.

You need to have your engine looked at.

So you are not going to scrap me? Asked Gordon.

Scrap Gorden? Boomed the fat controller. The fastest engine on Sodor?

Who will pull the express? Gorden beamed with pride.

Gordon spent the next day

having his pistons polished his axles greased

and his wheels well and truly oiled.

At last, he didn’t make any more funny noises.

Gorden was as good as new.

And he felt even better.

Toby is a steam tram. He looks very different from the other engines. He is square and his body is made of wood. Toby isn’t as strong as the other engines but he always tries its hardest.

One morning, Toby was delivering some milk trucks.

He puffed across the island and up Gordon’s hill. Gordon’s hill was very steep. Toby puffed on, it was a long climb.

Just then, Gordon arrived at the bottom of the hill. But today the express was heavy, and Gordon had to wait for Edward to help. Bover, puffed Gordon.

Soon, Edward puffed to the rescue.

He buffered up behind Gordon. Eward pushed and Gordon pulled.

At last, the express train started to move.

Toby had finally reached the top of the hill when Gordon puffed past. Slow coach! Gordon puffed. I’m trying my hardest! Gasped Toby.

Puph—Snorted Gordon. You’re not even a proper engine.

This made Toby feel very sad.

That night, the fat controller came to see Toby. Edward is needed at the docks. The fat controller said. You are to work at the Wildwork yard in his place.

But I’ll never be able to do Edward’s job！Toby cried. He is a proper steam engine! Nonsense! Said the fat controller. You’re one of my engines and you must be useful! Toby was very worried. What if I wasn’t useful?

The next morning, Toby puffed nervously out of his shed. I hope no one needs pushing up Gordon’s hill. Puffed Toby. Toby wished he was a proper steam engine. At last, Toby arrived at the Wildworth yard. There a lot of trucks and they look very heavy.

I’ll never be able to shunt all those! Toby puffed. You can do it! Toby! Call Thomas. That made Toby feel much better.

Then he started to shunt the trucks. He shunted coal trucks for Henry.

And slate trucks for Donald. He even shunted fruit and vegetable trucks for Doglas. Maybe I can do it. Toby chuffed.

But then, Gordon puffed past. He was pulling the express with lots of coaches. Toby watched as Gordon puffed towards the hill. Gordon puffed with all his might, but again the express was too heavy, Gordon was stuck. Bover！He huffed. His driver called the yard manager and the yard manager came to see Toby.

You need to push Gordon to the top of the hill, the yard manager said. Yes sir! Groaned Toby, but Gordon looks much too heavy for me to push! Toby puffed nervously. Don’t worry! Thomas called, You can do it, Toby. I’ll do my best! He puffed. And he chuffed off to Gordon’s hill.

When Gordon heard that Toby was coming. He was very cross. Toby is only a steam tram. Gordon huffed. He will never be able to push me up the hill.

Toby buffered up behind Gordon. And he pushed with all his might. Gordon didn’t move. Is that the best you can do? Gordon snorted. They should have sent a proper engine.

Toby was about to give up, but then he remembered what Thomas had said. I can do it! I can do it! Toby panted. Toby pushed harder and harder. Suddenly, Gordon’s wheels started to move. Toby kept pushing. His engines roared and his axles ached. Gordon moved slowly up the hill.

When Percy saw Toby pushing, he blew his whistle with excitement, you can do it, Toby！Go on! Cried Percy. Toby huffed and puffed and chuffed. But at last, he pushed Gordon right up the hill. Gordon was impressed. Now his express would run on time. Toby was very tired but he was very proud. I did it! He puffed excitedly.

That night, the fat controller came to see Toby. Today you were a very useful engine indeed. He said. Thank you, sir! Toby chuffed. And even though Toby was a steam tram, he felt like a proper engine after all.

  They’re two, they’re four
  They’re six, they’re eight
  Shunting trucks and hauling freight
  Red and green and brown and blue
  They’re the Really Useful crew
  All with different roles to play
  Round Tidmouth sheds or far away
  Down the hills and round the bends
  Thomas and his friends
  Thomas,he’s the cheeky one
  James is vain but lots of fun
  Percy pulls the mail on time
  Gordon thunders down the line
  Emily really knows her stuff
  Henry toots and huffs and puffs
  Edward wants to help and share
  Toby,well let’s say-he’s square
  They’re two, they’re four
  They’re six, they’re eight
  Shunting trucks and hauling freight
  Red and green and brown and blue
  They’re the Really Useful crew
  All with different roles to play
  Round Tidmouth sheds or far away
  Down the hills and round the bends
  Thomas and his friends
  They’re six, they’re eight
  Shunting trucks and hauling freight
  Red and green and brown and blue
  They’re the Really Useful crew
  All with different roles to play
  Round Tidmouth sheds or far away
  Down the hills and round the bends
  Thomas and his friends。