Gordon [waits at the station]
5, 6, 7, 8...
[pulls up beside Gordon]
Who do we appreciate? Practicing your numbers, Gordon. That's a good engine.
Gordon I'm counting how many seconds late you are. What does that sign say?
Hmm… [reads the sign] "Sodor Railway, really reliable and right on time. Signed, head of the railway, Sir Topham Hatt."
Gordon But you weren't on time, little Thomas.
And you're being bossy, Gordon. [Gordon scoffs again] Now, please excuse me. I'm meeting Mr. Conductor. He's looking after us while Sir Topham Hatt takes a much needed holiday.
Gordon Oh, I think we can take care of ourselves.
[roars through the station]
Get outta my way! I have unfinished business here, and I wanna finish it fast!
Gordon [shivers]
Diesel 10's back!
Yes, 10 out of 10 for devious deeds and brutal strength! The blast from the past who hates steam engines!
Gordon Maybe we do need Mr. Conductor here after all. On time!
Mr. C [narrating]: Far away on Sodor, the steam engines were confident, cheerful and determined not to be bullied by Diesel. Only James, who now felt really useful too, was complaining.
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?
Gordon You, Thomas, are small. Small-small-small, teeny-weeny-weeny. And I, I'm a big blue engine, who knows everything. [chuckles]
Bossy Sprockets! All that steam has gone through your funnel.
Splatter Hey, there they are.
I'm not good at backing up.
What's important is to stand up on our own wheels to Diesel.
Toby's right. Diesel knows that the lost engine in the legend really exists.
Of an engine whose magic makes her more powerful than Diesel will ever be. That's why he wants to find her.
Then we'd better find her first.
[comes out of the shed]
Leave it to the big engines, Percy!
Little Engines can do big things, especially when they have nice blue paint like me.
Hey, hey! Just watch what happens with that blue puffball...
...When Harold the Flopper Chopper flies past here.
HH Harold the Helicopter
[flies by]
Routine, flyby chaps, hello!
The boss dumped sneezing powder everywhere.
Let's start laughing now!
H 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.] [covered in sneezing powder]
Uh, did you mean to look like that?!
[covered in sneezing powder]
Uh, no!
[covered in sneezing powder]
This must be Diesel's doing! [leaves] Choo! Choo!
[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]
[In the sheds, the steam engines are snoring. Mr. C writes in his book, yawns and swaps his nightcap from "thinking" to "sleeping". He winds up his alarm clock, and picks up baseball bat.] [chuckles]
So, who dropped the ball then? [catches a beach ball] Oh, there you are. I'd like a nice cup of hot cocoa. Would you fellas care to join me? No? What would you rather do instead? [to the beach ball] Go outside and play? Well, I can understand that. [to the bat] What do you think? [makes the bat hit the ball; mock disappointment] Why do you keep hitting him like that? You gonna have to have a time out. [throws bat on his bed and makes his hot cocoa]
[Diesel 10 appears and laughs evilly] [sips cocoa]
Just a little sweeter, I think. [adds sugar to cocoa]
All right, Pinchy, my little bucket of badness, time to feast yourself.
[sips cocoa again, and is satisfied]
Ahh. Now that's better. [Diesel 10 tears off part of the sheds] Whoa! [removes his night cap and puts on his conductor hat, as the steam engines wake up in alarm, and Diesel 10 tears off more of the sheds and laughs evilly] Ahh! Whoa!
[alarmed]
Cinders and ashes! It's Diesel!
Gordon Diesel?! Oh, no!
[Diesel 10 laughs evilly]
Hello, Twinkle Toes! I got a plan and you're not in it!
You can't catch me, Diesel! [blows on his magic whistle twice, but only a little gold comes out of it]
[laughs coldly]
Losing your sparkle, huh? What perfect timing. Now where is that lost engine?
You're not clever enough to stop me.
No, you're not! Ah-- [sees Mr. Conductor hold up a bag of sugar] What–?! Is that...?!
That's right, it's sugar, Diesel! And if I throw this in your tank, it'll seize you up for good!
[grunts and chuffs away]
Make the most of tonight, Twinkle Toes, because you won't like tomorrow! Neither will that... that line of tin kettles! [to his claw] Shut up, Pinchy!
[after the diesel leaves]
Mr. Conductor, but what happened to your sparkle?
I don't know, Thomas, I'll just have to sleep on that.
[confused]
On your sparkle?
No, Thomas. On the problem of what happened to it.
Oh, but Mr. Conductor, without your sparkle or the Lost Engine, you can't travel here to help us anymore.
I'll solve the problem. You just go to sleep now.
BB Bertie the Bus
Smile, you steamers. It's a sunny day. Vroom-vroom!
It's not sunny, 'cause Mr. C's not at the windmill, I looked!
I think his sparkle's all gone.
My smoke box doesn't feel sunny. It feels stuffed up.
Gordon Nasty fumes from dingy Diesel)! [chuckles]
And Diesel is after the lost engine.
And if he finds her, I fear that will destroy us all.
Gordon What, even an engine as big as me?!
[Thomas sneezes]
Say it, don't spray it, Thomas!
I've still got sneezing powder up my funnel.
