Michael Angelis: A brand new tank engine was racing across the Island of Sodor. He was very excited and he didn't want to be late.
The Fat Controller: Right on time.
Michael Angelis: Said the Fat Controller. Thomas and Percy looked at the big tank engine. He was very smart.
The Fat Controller: This is Arthur.
Michael Angelis: Said the Fat Controller.
The Fat Controller: He's here to shunt trucks and pull freight.
Arthur: Nice to meet you.
Michael Angelis: Arthur puffed politely.
The Fat Controller: And he's got a spotless record.
Michael Angelis: The Fat Controller added.
Percy: Hey, what's a spotless record?
Michael Angelis: Whispered Percy.
Thomas: It means he's never been naughty or made a mess.
Michael Angelis: Replied Thomas. The three engines were soon at work. Thomas and Percy were bumping trucks. They knew this was naughty but they were having fun.
Thomas: Join in, Arthur.
Michael Angelis: Said Thomas.
Arthur: No thank you.
Michael Angelis: Wheesed the new engine. He'd never been naughty before.
Tom Clements: Soon, Arthur was pushing and pulling all the coaches and trucks. He helped Percy put some mail trucks in different orders. Then, he went to the yard to pick some trucks to journey around the island. He need to pick which trucks then he was pulling. There's pipe trucks, some colour trucks or there some empty tucks.
Arthur: I think, I prefer, the colour trucks.
Tom Clements: So Arthur couple to the colour trucks and went away. But those colour trucks are meant to be some Numberjacks Trucks that all the Numberjacks have put them into the shed this morning and Arthur have taken by mistake. Arthur puff all different places. He passes water mill. Then he climbed up Gordon's Hill. And lastly, puff around the Branch Line. At the station, all the Numberjacks were doing some activity bouncing up. Then they saw Arthur cuffing thought the station pull all the Numberjacks Trucks.
Arthur: Hello there!
Tom Clements: Called Arthur. But all the Numberjacks yell and mad.
Five: That's our trucks!
Three: Come back with ours!
Tom Clements: Arthur heared all the Numberjacks were cross, so they continued puffing along. Then Gordon passed. And Oliver. When Arthur whistled all the engines, the engines didn't whistle back. Arthur chouldn't understand why they so mad. He was unhappy.
Arthur: I reckon those colour trucks was no good.
Tom Clements: Thoughted Arthur. So he puts all the Numberjacks Trucks back to the yard, and went to the next job. He's next work was collecting truck full of fruit to the market. As he watched the workman loaded up into a trucks, they started to sing.
Trucks: A root, toot, toot, we want to go, the fruit's going off cause you're too slow!
Arthur: How rude.
Michael Angelis: Huffed Arthur.
Thomas: I wounder what's wrong with Arthur?
Tom Clements: Wondered Thomas. Then, he heard a voice coming towards Thomas.
Michael Angelis: Arthur chuffed cheerfully through the countryside. Soon the trucks started singing again.
Trucks: Chat, chat, chat, you're tough enough, but you're so rusty, you can even puff!
Arthur: Could you be quite?
Michael Angelis: Whessed Arthur.
Arthur: I am doing some record to do.
Michael Angelis: The troublesome trucks were cross. If they couldn't sing, they will teach Arthur a lesson instead.
Trucks: We'll show him!
Michael Angelis: They giggled.
Trucks: You can't push us around!
Michael Angelis: Arthur struggled over bridges and he huffed and puffed through tunnels. He came over the top of a big hill.
Trucks: You can't catch us!
Michael Angelis: Laughed the trucks.
Michael Angelis: But there was trouble ahead. Duck had stopped at the crossing at the bottom of the hill. Arthur's driver applied the brakes, but it was too late.
(Arthur crashes into the back of Duck's train)
Michael Angelis: Squash fruit flew everywhere! Arthur was upset. His spotless record was ruined.
Thomas: Peep peep! What a mess!
Michael Angelis: Puffed Thomas. The Fat Controller was very annoyed.
The Fat Controller: What happened here?
Arthur: The trucks were singing. I told them to stop but they made me go too fast.
The Fat Controller: Arthur, it's um... fruitless for me to say more. But Thomas, you must clear up this mess.
Michael Angelis: Harvey arrived the breakdown crane. He could see there's a lot of work to be done. Everyone worked hard and Thomas took the loaded trucks away. That evening, Arthur was having his squashed fruit cleaned out of his funnel.
Arthur: And am very sorry I taken your trucks.
Tom Clements: Replied Arthur.
Arthur: And then mended again.
Michael Angelis: Finished Arthur.
Arthur: Just like friendships.