Numberjacks’ Stepney Party/Transcript

disturbances.

James: That means this diesel is difficult.

Michael Angelis: Snapped James. And he was. The Diesel surveyed the shed.

Class 40: Not bad. I've seen worse. At least you're all clean.

Michael Angelis: He sneered.

Class 40: It's not your fault, but your controller should scrap you and get engines like me. A fill of oil, a touch of a start and I'm off. No bother, no waiting. They had to fuss round you for hours before you're ready.

Michael Angelis: The engines were furious! Next morning, they held an indignation meeting around the turntable.

Gordon: Disgraceful!

Michael Angelis: Rumbled Gordon.

James: Disgusting!

Michael Angelis: Said James.

Henry: Despicable!

Michael Angelis: Spluttered Henry.

Donald and Douglas: To say such things to us.

Michael Angelis: Cried Donald and Douglas.

Donald and Douglas: It's too teach him a lesson we be wanting. But how do we do it?

Michael Angelis: Their chance came sooner and they expected. The Diesel was purring comfortable. An Inspector watch the fitter making final adjustments. The wind tugged the Inspector's hat. The diesel was ready.

Class 40: Look at me, Duck, Stepney and all the Numberjacks. Now I'll show you something.

Michael Angelis: He rolled proudly toward his coaches. Then, it happened.

(Class 40 starts to make bad sounds and breaks down)

Michael Angelis: Shaking and spluttering, the Diesel stopped. Meanwhile the Inspector was looking for his hat. The Diesel seethed through fury as Duck and Stepney pushed him back to the shed.

Inspector: My hat!

Michael Angelis: Explained the Inspector.

Inspector: You've sucked it through your air intake!

The Fat Controller: Bother your hat.

Michael Angelis: Said the Fat Controller.

The Fat Controller: The heavy trains' due out. You have to take it, Duck. Stepney, will you help please? Stepney: Thank you, sir.

Michael Angelis: Cried Stepney.

Michael Angelis: And what about Diesel? He'd slipped out whilst no one was looking. He said goodbye to no one, but left two things behind: a rather nasty smell and a battered bowler hat!