Thomas & Friends: Tale of the Brave

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It was a bright, sunny day,

and the island of sodor

was bustling with activity.

The engines were carrying

passengers and goods

up and down every line

on sir topham hatt's railway,

except thomas' branch line,

which was closed for repairs

to a damaged bridge.

Instead of working

on his branch line,

thomas had been sent

to the sodor china clay pits

to work with bill and Ben.

Hello.

Is anybody here?

Bill.

Ben.

Hey, wait for me.

Ben!

Bill!

Hello, Ben.

You took your time, thomas.

Your cars are over there.

Don't be silly, Ben.

Thomas isn't strong enough

to pull those cars.

Of course I am.

Oh, hey, stop.

Wha...

what's got into you cars?

Oof.

The cars aren't pulling you,

timothy.

It's thomas that's pulling you.

Timothy?

Thomas.

Timothy was the little

oil-burning engine

that worked at

the clay pits too.

Bill and Ben had played a trick

on both him and thomas.

Oh, don't mind them, thomas.

Bill and Ben are always

playing tricks on other engines.

I know all about bill and Ben

and their tricks, timothy.

You have to admit, though,

that was a funny one.

Cars can be troublesome,

but they don't usually have

that much pull.

You'd best be careful, thomas.

If a storm comes,

the heavy rain can make

the clay walls unstable.

Thanks, timothy.

I'll be careful.

Timothy was right.

I do need to be careful.

Whoa!

Huh?

Footprints.

What could have made footprints

as big as...

look out!

Whoa!

The morning after the big storm

on the island of sodor,

sir topham hatt gathered

some of his engines together

to make an announcement.

Ahem.

We are here to pay tribute

to the bravery

of bill and Ben.

Hello, everyone.

Glad you could make it.

While they may be better known

for playing tricks

on their fellow engines...

you can say that again.

By rescuing thomas

from the landslide

at the china clay pits,

they have proved once again

that they are really useful

and brave engines.

Really silly engines more like.

Brave?

Huh,

I'm braver than they'll ever be.

Ah, thomas,

I'd like you to work

at the docks this morning.

Thomas?

Oh...

yes, sir...

work at the docks.

What's wrong, thomas?

You seem a bit quiet.

Sorry, Percy.

I...

well...

I saw something strange

up at the clay pits yesterday.

Really?

What did you see?

I'm not sure.

I think I saw footprints,

but I need to take another look.

Footprints?

Before starting work

at the docks,

thomas went back

to the clay pits again.

He wanted to go back

to where he had seen

what he thought

were big footprints.

But the area was closed off,

and there were danger signs.

Ahh!

Wh-what's that?

Only me.

Oh.

Oh, I didn't mean to give you

a fright.

Sorry.

Oh, dear.

This is embarrassing.

Haven't you ever seen

a steam shovel before?

Yes, I...

I just didn't hear you coming,

and, well...

I was thinking about

something else.

Me too.

I was thinking about digging.

I love digging.

I love thinking about digging.

Not as much as I love digging,

of course.

Digging is what

I'm all about really, but...

oh.

Oh, dear.

This is embarrassing.

I forgot to ask you your name.

Uh

you should always

introduce yourself.

It's only polite.

That's what I've always

been told anyway.

- Uh

- shall I go first?

Let me introduce myself.

I'm Marion.

And you are...

thomas.

Do you always talk this much?

Not particularly.

No, I wouldn't say that.

I'm more of a digger,

to be honest.

Or should I say steam shovel?

That is my proper title,

you know,

seeing as I have a shovel,

and I'm powered by steam.

I'm here to clear the tracks,

actually.

Always a lot of digging to do

after a landslide.

That's right.

Ooh, a lot of digging.

Ah-ah-ah.

Don't you go past

the danger sign, thomas.

That would be dangerous.

Unless, of course,

you want me to dig you out.

Ooh, what's that rocky bit?

The rocky bits are always

the hardest to dig.

I see you've met Marion, then.

I certainly have.

Steam shovels are made

for digging,

and I am particularly good

at it.

Either way, ooh, good, Marion.

Well done.

Timothy, have you seen any

big animals in the clay pits?

Big animals?

Like what?

A cow or a deer?

No, bigger than that,

much bigger.

There aren't animals bigger

than that on sodor, thomas.

Oh, except giraffes and

elephants in the animal park.

And chickens.

Chickens?

Oh, sorry.

Did I say "chickens"?

I meant dinosaurs.

Oh,

dinosaurs were very big animals.

But dinosaurs aren't around

anymore.

No,

they lived a very long time ago,

Avery, very, very long time ago.

Oh, dear.

There I go talking out

of my shovel.

Why are you asking about

big animals, thomas?

Oh, I was just wondering.

That's all.

It was a busy morning

at brendham docks.

Ships were being loaded

and unloaded,

and cargo was waiting

to be taken away.

And where have you been

all morning?

I thought you were meant to be

pulling goods trains today.

I am.

I... just had another job

to do first.

That's all.

Hmm.

Thomas, did you go back

to the clay pits?

Did you find out what made

those footprints?

I tried, Percy,

but the area was closed off

after the landslide.

Maybe you should stick

to your railway jobs, thomas,

instead of going around

chasing footprints

and causing landslides.

Why are you so worried about

some footprints, anyway?

Because I don't know what

could have made them, Percy.

They were footprints.

They were very big footprints,

bigger than any animal on sodor.

You mean

they were footprints from...

a monster?

A monster?

Honestly, the things you engines

come up with.

Don't be silly, Percy.

There's no such thing

as monsters.

Okay, thomas.

I hope you're right.

So do I...

As an eerie fog

rolled across sodor,

Percy couldn't stop thinking

about what thomas had said.

There's no such thing

as monsters.

Heh.

There's no such thing

as monsters.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, whoa.

What's that?

I... hope...

it's... not... a...

monster.

Oh.

Runaway.

Runaway.

Runaway.

Look out.

Look out!

Runaway cars!

A monster!

A monster!

It's coming this way!

It's the monster

from the clay pits.

- Huh?

- The monster?

Ahh!

Oh, hello.

That be no monster, Percy.

That be an engine.

Ahoy there, matey.

I think they all thought

you were a sea monster.

I didn't think you were

a monster.

Ahem.

Oops.

A monster?

Oh, I don't usually

get mistaken for a monster.

Mind you, they do call me gator.

It seems they think

my long, sloping water tank

makes me look like an alligator.

Gator.

Ha, that's a great name.

Well, my real name is Gerald,

but I quite like being

called gator.

And I like being called thomas.

Or should we call you sandy now?

And the little green tank

engine is my friend, Percy.

Hello.

Hello, Percy.

I'm sorry if I gave you

a fright.

I was in a hurry

to catch a ship.

Then the dock manager arrived.

He was not very happy

to see his docks

in such a mess.

What is going on here?

Those cars should be

in vicarstown by now, Percy.

Sorry, sir.

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