Diesel: Good morning.
Michael Angelis: Squirmed Diesel in his oily voice.
Diesel: Your worth Fat...er, Sir Topham Hatt sent me. I hope you are please to see me again. I have to shunt some dreadful tiresome trucks.
Diesel: Where? Why from here to there.
Michael Angelis: Purred Diesel.
Diesel: And then again from there to here. Easy, isn't it?
Michael Angelis: With that, Diesel as if to make himself quit clear bumped some trucks hard.
Trucks: Ooh!
Michael Angelis: Screamed the trucks.
Diesel: Grrr!
Michael Angelis: Growled Diesel.
Michael Angelis: Diesel was working loudly and alone. Cargo lay on the quay. Ships and passengers were delayed. Everyone was complaining about the Fat Controller's Railway.
Michael Angelis: Later, Diesel bumped the trucks so hard that the loads went everywhere.
Diesel: So who's going to tell you I wonder?
Michael Angelis: Said Diesel.
Michael Angelis: Diesel thinking he can getting away from his bad behavior was ruder than ever. Next day, he was shunting trucks full of China Clay. He banged the trucks hard into the buffers, but the buffers weren't secure. The silly trucks were sunk. Soon, the Fat Controller heard the news. The trucks were hoisted safely from the sea but the clay was lost. The Fat Controller spoke severely to Diesel.
The Fat Controller: Things weren't much better here before you arrived. I shall not be inviting you back.
Michael Angelis: Whistling cheerfully, they puff back to work while Diesel sulk slowly away.