Thomas & Friends: Tale of the Brave Page #3

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a nervous engine?

You're acting like

there's something chasing you

down the tracks.

Sorry.

It's just thomas said...

Percy did feel a little silly.

Never mind.

Back at the clay pits,

thomas was shunting cars

for Marion

and trying to see

if he could spot any footprints.

Okay, thomas, that's your lot,

but hurry back, okay?

I'll stay here and dig

until I fill up some more cars.

There's plenty of digging

still to do,

plenty of digging.

Maybe I didn't see anything

that night.

Heh, maybe the lightning

was playing tricks on me.

Hurry up, Ben.

I need to fill

my water tank too.

Hmm, playing tricks on me.

And then an idea

flew into thomas' funnel.

Be patient, bill.

You'll get your turn.

I've been patient for ages.

Hey, bill.

Hey, Ben.

Can I ask you a question?

You just did, thomas.

Wha?

Oh, yes.

I was just wondering.

The other day before you

rescued me from the landslide,

were you playing a trick on me?

A trick?

That landslide was not a trick.

Oh, I don't mean the landslide.

I saw something else,

and-

- we risked our boilers for you,

thomas.

That's right.

We could have been caught

in that landslide too.

Yeah...

What he said.

Thomas hadn't meant

to upset bill and Ben.

He just wanted to find out

where the big footprints

had come from

and whether they were

footprints at all.

It was already dark

when thomas finally returned

to tidmouth sheds.

He was very surprised to find

Percy still in his berth.

Percy, aren't you supposed

to be taking the mail train?

You should have left by now.

I know, thomas, but last night,

I kept seeing things

that looked like monsters.

Monsters?

A monster?

They weren't really monsters.

They were only silly things,

like a haystack

or a shirt on the line,

but there could still be

a monster out there.

Please, thomas.

Would you take the mail train

for me?

Just tonight.

Um...

all right, Percy.

I suppose I could.

Thank you, thomas.

Thank you.

You're a good friend.

Oh, Percy.

You're such a scaredy-engine.

Percy couldn't sleep.

He kept thinking about thomas

and wondering if he was okay.

But thomas finally finished

the mail run and came back

safe and sound.

No monsters?

No monsters.

But what about the footprints?

It was dark and stormy

that night in the clay pits.

I don't even know for sure

that I saw any footprints.

You should try to get

some sleep, Percy.

There's nothing to worry about.

At last, thomas'

branch line was opened again.

Wake up, clarabel.

We're back in business.

Ooh, is that thomas?

How delightful.

Here we go.

It's not fair.

You get to pull coaches,

and I get sent for scrap.

Sent for scrap?

Oh, James, that's terrible.

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