"Come on, Edward! Stop gossipin' in the sun, when there's work to be done!"
Edward (Note: His whistle is crooked)
"Trevor and I are old friends. And you and he have a lot in common, too."
"Och, aye? And what would that be?"
"Don't mention that word! It makes my wheels wobble!"
"It does the same to Trevor. He was being sent to the scrapyard, but the Vicar and I saved him and now he's Really Useful again."
"Even so, the Fat Controller certainly does need another steam engine here."
“That sounds like a steam engine!”
"Are you a Fat Controller's engine?"
"Thank goodness! I'm Oliver, and I'm here with my brake van Toad. We've run out of coal and have no more steam."
"But what are you doing?"
"I'll be glad to help you! It'll have to look those as you're ready for scrap and I'm taking you away."
"No time to turn around. I'll run tender first!"
Douglas coupling to Oliver
Douglas puffs away with Oliver
The foreman and his watchdog
"Aha! A Great Western engine and a brake van too; you can't take these!"
"Ach, but they're all for us. See for yourself."
"That was a near thing..."
Presently, they rumbled over the bridge...
It was daylight when their journey ended.
"Sh! There're the Works, we'll find a place for Oliver."
"Goodbye, and thank you!"
The next morning, Douglas told the other engines all about Oliver.
"The Fat Controller will have to know."
"Douglas should tell him at once."
"Well, here he is. Now, what's this all about?"
"Beg pardon, Sir, but we do need another engine."
"Yes, sir. A steam engine, sir."
"I'm afraid that unless one is saved from scrap, there's little hope."
"Yes, indeed. And thanks to you, Douglas, he is now at our works."
"Oliver is just what we need for Duck's branch line."
Note that Duck's face is crooked