Brake Van Bother
Season 1, Episode 11
Air date June 2, 2017
Written by Semaj5nodrog4
Episode guide
Bertie Rides the Rails
Toby Gets Tough
Brake Van Bother is the eleventh episode of the first season of the Many Adventures on the Island of Sodor.


Donald and Douglas, the Scottish twin brothers, are some of the friendliest engines on the Island of Sodor. They like to have fun with each other and makes jokes with the other engines. They are also hardworking engines as well and when there is work to do, they waste no time in getting their job done and do their best to get it done on time. Sometimes, they run late because of the troublesome trucks giving them a rough time, but in the end, the twins let the trucks know not to mess with them and to behave better next time. This works most times and even if it doesn't, the twins look out for each other no matter what because that's what good brothers do.

One day, Donald and Douglas puffed into the shunting yards delivering a long heavy train they brought from Brendam Docks. They arrived right on time and felt proud of themselves.

"Well, Dougie," puffed Donald. "Looks like we made it on time once again."

"Aye, you're right there, Donnie," agreed Douglas. "Probably because we made these trucks know to mind their manners around us, wouldn't you say so?"

"Aye," replied Donald. "Almost had a rough time leaving the docks because of them, but we showed them who's boss. Right, you lot?"

"Yes, Donald and Douglas," moaned the trucks. "We promise to behave and not play anymore tricks on you again."

"Very good," said Douglas. "That's what we want to hear."

Just then, the twins heard a lot of huffing and puffing and looked forward to see Emily heaving and hauling a heavy train. She looked exhausted.

"Oh, would you all stop it?" she hissed to her trucks. "I'm already late as it is and I've had enough of your tricks!"

"Well we haven't," retorted the trucks. "So we'll stop when we feel like it!" And they continued to laugh and bump. Emily was fed up.

"Having a bit of trouble there. Aren't you, Emily?" asked Donald.

"Yes," huffed Emily. "These trucks have been playing tricks all morning and made me later than ever. Why can't they just behave for once?"

"Ah don't worry, Emily," soothed Douglas. "They can be trouble, but if you let them know who's boss, then they will leave you alone."

"Aye," said Donald. "Take us for example. All we have to do is give them a stern talking to and they are as silent as a wee lamb."

"Huh, well I wish it was that easy for me," sighed Emily. "I've done everything, but they still misbehave. I wish I could make them stop like you two do."

"Well, it's not always easy for us," admitted Douglas, "because we don't always work together, so we often have to make the trucks behave on our own."

"Aye, Dougie's right, Emily," agreed Donald. "If I have to take trucks, I give them one good bump and then everything becomes easy from that point on."

"And for me," added Douglas. "I don't necessarily bump them, but instead I keep them in order thanks to Toad the brake van."

"Toad?" said Emily. "Isn't he Oliver's brake van?"

"Oh aye, he is," replied Douglas, "but whenever Oliver takes a passenger train, he lets me take Toad for my goods trains. He's very helpful and knows how to keep those cars in line. We work very well together."

"Well, I do know Toad is a very useful brake van," puffed Emily. "I wish I could have a brake van like him to help me with my trucks. Then I wouldn't have so much trouble with them and could get my work done on time."

The twins laughed. "Well, it would be nice if all brake vans were like Toad, but you can't expect that from all of them," puffed Donald.

"Oh I know that," chuffed Emily. "I've had my fair share of annoying brake vans that made me late too. One in particular is Bradford."

Donald and Douglas were puzzled. "Who is this Bradford, Emily?" asked Douglas.

Before Emily could answer, they all heard a whistle and looked over to the other side of the yard to see Samson arrive with a train of tar he brought from the Mainland.

"Here we are, Bradford," called Samson. "Right on time as usual with only a minute to spare."

"Excellent," replied Bradford. "That's what I like to hear. Almost thought we were done for when that truck's brakes slipped on, but we showed him who not to mess around with, didn't we?"

"We certainly did," agreed Samson. "Though I think that was more of you, Bradford."

"Ha, ha, well, I guess I did, didn't I?" puffed Bradford. "But nevertheless, we still managed to keep this lot in order and got here on time. We certainly make a excellent team, don't we, old friend?"

"Indeed, we do," replied Samson.

Emily turned to Donald and Douglas. "That's Bradford," she whispered. "He's Samson's brake van."

The twins looked at Bradford. "What's the matter with him?" asked Donald. "He seems like a responsible and reliable brake van."

"Oh he is," replied Emily, "but a little too responsible. He is overly cautious about everything and if there is even the slightest mistake, he will make a big deal about it until it is fixed. Even though he means well, his stubborn behavior often makes our trains late and then we engines get blamed for it."

Donald and Douglas looked at each other, and giggled a little bit. "Sounds a wee bit familiar to another brake van we know, don't it, Dougie?" chuckled Donald.

"Aye, very familiar indeed," agreed Douglas.

"Huh? Who are you talking about?" asked Emily.

"Oh it's this brake van that Donnie and I knew when we first came to Sodor," explained Douglas.

"He was called the Spiteful Brakevan," continued Donald, "because he was rude to Dougie and I. He would always make our trains late, on purpose, and we were blamed for it. It wasn't until I gave him a good bump that he finally started behaving. He was a nasty little fellow though, and he still caused trouble for other engines."

"Well, you won't have to worry about that with Bradford," puffed Emily. "He just wants to make sure everything runs orderly and perfectly without any accidents. By the way, is that, uh…Spiteful Brakevan still around?"

The twins looked at each other and squirmed. "Well, eh, yes and no," replied Douglas.

Emily was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I was helping James up Gordon's Hill one day," explained Douglas, "and he happened to have that brake van at the back of his train and as I was pushing them, I pushed a little too hard and…might have…crushed the brake van."

Emily gasped. "You crushed him?!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, but Sir Topham Hatt had him rebuilt and he's currently working on the Mainland now," added Douglas hastily. "It was an accident and I didn't mean to break him. Plus, that was a good turn for us engines since he's no longer here causing trouble for us."

"Well, as long as it was an accident," said Emily. "I guess it was not too bad, but it certainly sounds like it's good that he's not here anymore."

"Aye, you're right there, Emily," agreed Donald. "Things have become a lot better when he went away."

"Sure sounds like it," puffed Emily, "but if you ever talk to Bradford," she added quietly, "you may want to keep this to yourselves because if he finds out about what you two did to that brake van, he may give you a hard time."

"Ah, don't worry Emily," smiled Douglas. "That was years ago. If he finds out, I'm sure he'll understand."

"Well let's hope so," muttered Emily.

Just then, the yard manager arrived. "Hello Donald and Douglas," he said to the twins. "You two will not be needing to take a slow goods train for your next job. Instead, you have your own work to do."

"Aye, sir," replied Douglas.

"What is it?" asked Donald.

"For you, Donald," said the manager, "I need you to take that train of tar wagons Samson just brought in and take them to Wellsworth. Then after you deliver them, there will be a goods train waiting for you to take to Arlesburgh West. Can you handle all of that?"

"Aye sir," replied Donald. "It's no trouble for me."

"Good," said the manager, "and Douglas, I need you to take the front half of your and Donald's good train up to Arlesburgh Harbour. I've checked them and they are food needed for the villagers up there."

"Aye sir," replied Douglas. "You can count on me."

"Excellent," said the manager. "You best be going now, so good luck to both of you and do your best."

"Aye, we will, sir," replied the twins, "and thank you." Then the manager left.

Donald looked over at the train of tar wagons and then at Bradford. Then he had an idea. "Say Emily," he asked. "You said that other engines have taken Bradford before, right?"

"Yes," replied Emily, "and I was one of them, too."

"So that means if I were to asked Samson if I could take him, he would let me?" added Donald.

"Well, I'm sure he would," said Emily.

"Right, that's what I was hoping for," said Donald. "Excuse me for a minute." And he puffed up to Samson.

"Hello Samson," he called.

"Oh hello, Donald," replied Samson. "Nice to see you here. I believe I brought you a train to take."

"Aye, you certainly did," agreed Donald, "and take you for it."

"Your most certainly welcome," said Samson proudly. "Is there any else you need? Not much I can do since all I had to do was bring this train for you."

"Well actually, there is one more thing," said Donald. "Would it be alright with you if I could take Bradford along with me? It would save me the trouble of finding another brake van for my train and I can get going sooner."

Samson thought for a moment. "Well, I don't have to go back to the Mainland yet and my next job is shunting here in the yard, so…I don't see why you can't. So yes, Donald, you can take Bradford along with you."

Donald was pleased. "Thank you, Samson," he said. "I'm sure he'll be a big help on my journey."

"Oh he certainly will," chuckled Samson. "Won't you, Bradford?"

"Yes, indeed I will," agreed Bradford. "No truck will dare mess with me when I'm around, and I can make sure this train will get to it's destination in no time. So by all means, go ahead and couple up, um…"

"Donald," finished Donald. "My name is Donald."

"Ah, thank you," said Bradford. "Names always help when getting to know one other. I make sure I never forget a face when I first meet one."

Donald chuckled, then Emily and Douglas puffed up. "Donald, what are you doing?" asked Emily quietly. "Why do you want to take Bradford?"

"Because I want to see for myself if Bradford is as bossy and strict as you made him out to be," whispered Donald back, "and since we both know how to keep cars in line, I'm sure we'll work well together."

Emily was not so sure, but Douglas was more positive. "That sounds like a good idea, Donnie," he whispered. "If Bradford can keep those trucks in line as well as we do, then you two will do fine. Besides, you and I rarely make mistakes, so I'm sure he won't give you a hard time."

"Well, if you're sure, Donald," conceited Emily, "then I guess it would be alright. I just hope you know what you're doing."

"Ah don't fash yourself, Emily," soothed Donald. "Everything will be fine, I promise." But unbeknownst to them, the cars from Donald and Douglas' train were secretly whispering to the tar wagons about something.

"Right, we'll do it later," said the wagons, and they and the rest of the cars snickered.

"Oy!" blasted Bradford. "What are you lot whispering about?! You better not be trying any tricks now. You're part of the wrong train to be doing any of that, mateys!"

"We weren't!" said one of the wagons.

"We were just telling jokes that's all," said another.

"Well that better be all you're doing," huffed Bradford. "Because there will be no tricks when I'm here, and if you think I'm joking, then just go ahead and try." The tar wagons remained absolutely silent.

Donald smiled. "See Emily? If he can get them to do that, we'll get along just fine."

"Well if you say so," sighed Emily.

Soon Donald was coupled up to the tar wagons and was ready to go. "Ready, Bradford?" he called.

"Aye, ready when you are, Donald," replied Bradford. "Lead the way, and I'll keep a sharp eye on this lot."

Donald smiled, and then with a whistle, he set off. "Good-bye everyone!"

"Good-bye!" called Douglas, Samson, and Emily.

"And good luck!" called Samson and Douglas together.

"Yes, really, good luck indeed," muttered Emily, but she said it to herself.

Soon Donald was well on his way to Wellsworth. Everything was going perfectly and so far, Bradford was being really calm and wasn't making a fuss about anything. "Hmmmm," thought Donald. "Maybe I'm just doing well or Emily was wrong about him, but Bradford is being really useful right now. He hasn't stopped me for anything yet." He was beginning to feel pleased.

But soon, trouble started. When they were getting closer to Wellsworth, the wagons started joking and bumping each other, slowing the train down. Donald was cross.

"Oy, stop that!" he fumed to the wagons. "We're almost at Wellsworth and now you decide to play your silly tricks?"

"Well yeah, what do you expect?" giggled the wagons, and they continued to bump and bash.

"You lot stop it this instant!" thundered Bradford. "I'll stop this train immediately and make you all regret this if I have to!"

"Oh yeah?" said a wagon. "And what are you going to do? Yell at us some more?"

Bradford glared at the wagon in the eye. "Do you really want to find out?" he sneered menacingly.

The wagon shuddered. "N-n-no, we'll stop this time."

"Good, that's what I thought," finished Bradford. "Carry on, Donald. Everything is under control back here."

"Thank you, Bradford," called Donald. "I appreciate the help." And he continued on.

Soon, he arrived at Wellsworth right on time. Edward was there waiting.

"Hello Donald," he said. "Nice to see you. I see you brought the tar wagons we needed, and you're right on time too."

"Thank you Edward," replied Donald. "It was mostly thanks to my brake van back there, Bradford. He sure knows how to keep cars in line as well as I do and I probably wouldn't have gotten here on time without him. Right, Bradford?"

"Indeed," agreed Bradford, "and you were pretty good yourself, matey. For all the engines I've been with, you certainly know how to handle a train with care and didn't make a mistake, so it was a pleasure to go with you."

Donald was pleased. "Thank you, Bradford," he said. "Speaking of which, would you be alright if I took you with my next train?"

"Of course," replied Bradford. "I have no trouble with that. Go ahead and couple up in that case."

Donald was pleased, and with that, he and Edward arranged the trains.

Edward left the tar wagons in the siding next to Donald's next train and Donald shunted his next train onto Bradford. "I'll be back very soon, Bradford," Donald said. "I need to turn around first, then we can go."

"Alright," said Bradford, "but be quick now. We can't have any confusion and delay, you know."

"Don't worry, we won't," said Donald, and he left to find a turntable and turn around.

"He'll probably take as much time as he wants," muttered one of the tar wagons.

"Yeah," added another. "He might do something else in the meantime, like help another engine, yell at some more trucks, and might even bash a brake van or two."

Bradford heard this and looked at the wagons. "What are you all talking about?" he huffed. "You better not be trying to play any tricks now, because I warn you…"

"It's not a trick," interrupted one of the wagons. "We heard from some cars that Donald likes to handle brake vans roughly. He often bumps them for no reason at all, especially when they don't even do anything. In fact, there was one brake van he picked on so much, that he broke it to smithereens."

Bradford eyed the wagons cautiously. "How do I know you cheeky lot aren't trying to get inside my cab?"

"It's true," protested one of the wagons. "Ask any engine and they will say it's true."

Bradford paused for a moment. He was about to say something, but Donald had just returned.

"Alright, I believe we're all set and ready to go," he puffed.

"Good luck you two," called Edward, "and take care now."

"Aye we will," answered Donald. "Thank you Edward, and you have a nice day. Ready Bradford?"

"Aye, I'm ready," called Bradford slowly. "Lead the way, young fellow." And with that Donald set off.

As he did, Edward noticed Bradford looking concerned. "Hmmmm, I wonder what's the matter with him?" he thought. "He seemed happy when they got here, and now he looks cross." Then he decided, "Oh never mind, it's Bradford. He often looks like that." And then he went back to work.

On their way, Bradford couldn't stop thinking about what the tar wagons said to him. So he decided to ask. "Say um, Donald," he called.

"Aye? What is it?" asked Donald. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, yes, everything is fine," called Bradford, "and you can keep going, but I have a question for you."

"What is it?" asked Donald.

"Is it true that you like to bump brake vans around for no reason at all?" asked Bradford.

Donald was surprised. "What? Where did you here something like that?"

"From the tar wagons," replied Bradford.

"Och, those wagons are just fooling you, Bradford," replied Donald. "I do not do that."

"So you never picked on one brake van in particular and smashed him apart?" asked Bradford.

Donald was puzzled. "What exactly did those wagons say to you? I only bumped one brake van a long time ago and that's it, and…"

Bradford's eyes widen. "And did you break him apart?"

"No!" protested Donald. "Bradford, listen. That was my brother but…"

Bradford gasped dramatically. "So it's true," he said. "Those tar wagons were actually telling the truth! You, and apparently your brother, do pick on brake vans! And to think I was finally with an engine that I could trust."

"What?!" exclaimed Donald. "What's that's supposed to mean?"

"It means I should not be with an engine that supposedly despises brake vans," hissed Bradford,"and especially if he has a brother that destroys them!"

"Oh come off yourself!" huffed Donald. "You're sounding ridiculous!"

"Watch you're tone, matey!" snapped Bradford. "I might sound ridiculous to you, but I know what I'm talking about, and I still have some time to whip you into shape!"

"Huh, go ahead and try!" hissed Donald, who was now cross with Bradford. "You might be a brake van, but I'm still stronger than you are!" And they continued crossly onto Arlesburgh West, going slower than before, which started making them late.

At Arlesburgh West, Oliver and Toad were resting in the sidings. Oliver was preparing to take a passenger train and Toad was waiting for Douglas to take him on his next train. As they were waiting, Toad was wondering.

"Say, Mr. Oliver," he asked. "Wasn't Mr. Donald supposed to be here by now?"

"Hmmm, now that you mention it, Toad," puffed Oliver, "I think he was. I wonder what's keeping him."

"Well I hope he arrives soon," added Toad worriedly. "He needs to get here before you have to leave with your passenger train."

"Oh don't worry Toad," soothed Oliver. "I'm sure he'll be here soon. Donald's been late before, but not by much. You'll see."

Just then, they heard the sounds of screeching and heavy puffing and looked over to see Donald crossly arriving at the junction red in the face and exhausted, with Bradford screeching along behind.

"Ooh, finally," hissed Donald.

"Well, if you hadn't been rushing," snapped Bradford, "then I wouldn't have had to put my brakes so many times. Going over the speed limit is breaking rule code number…"

"Och! Enough already!" Donald burst out. "I was going faster because I wanted to get this job over with and be done with you."

"Oh, oh yes, that's right," muttered Bradford sarcastically. "I forgot. You hate brake vans! Well guess what, lad? You need them for every train you take, so get used to it and show them more respect!"

"Goodness gracious me!" exclaimed Toad. "I've never seen such an argument!"

"Indeed," agreed Oliver suspiciously. "What on earth happened with you and this brake van, Donald?"

"Oh I'll tell you what happened," huffed Donald. "This…"

"My name is Bradford, first of all," interrupted Bradford, "and second of all, this engine tried to pretend he likes brake vans even though he really doesn't. So I'm trying to get some discipline and respect into him."

Oliver and Toad gasped. "Begging your pardon, Mr. Bradford," pondered Toad, "but what are you talking about? Mr. Donald likes brake vans and treats us with respect."

"Well that's what he may want you to think, matey," said Bradford, "but really, he and his brother are no more than savage brake van bullies. Be careful, fellow brake van, for you never know when they will come after you next."

Toad shuddered. "Oy, calm yourself," Oliver hissed to Bradford. "Toad and I know Donald and Douglas well and we know they would never pick on a brake van, let alone hurt one. Right Donald?"

But Donald didn’t answer, he didn't want to admit the truth. "Donald?" asked Oliver again. "That is true, right?"

Donald sighed. "Well, there is something that happened years ago that I never told you two," he puffed.

Oliver and Toad stared. "What happened?" asked Oliver.

"I'll tell you what happened," Bradford cut in. "He bumped a brake van for no reason and his brother later smashed it to smithereens, that's what happened. Isn't that right, Donald?"

Donald took a deep breath and admitted. "Well except for the 'no reason' part, yes it's true, but…"

"There you see?" interrupted Bradford again. "We are not safe around this engine and his brother, Toad. So I suggest you stay away from them as much as possible for your safety."

Toad was nervous. "B-b-but Mr. Douglas has taken me with his good trains on many occasions," he said. "Why would he never mention this to me?"

"He's just trying to be nice and hide his dark side from you, matey," said Bradford. "Don't believe it. Be safe and stick with this tank engine forever." Just then, Douglas arrived.

"Hello all. Oh hello Donnie," he puffed cheerily. "Glad to see you again. Well Toad, are you ready for our next train?"

But Toad was unsure. "Ummmm, actually Mr. Douglas," he said nervously. "I would much rather go with Mr. Oliver right now."

Douglas was puzzled. "What? What are you talking about Toad? Oliver's taking a passenger train next and he doesn't need a brake van for that because he has the brake coach. So come along, it's fine."

"Um, no," said Toad firmly. "I would much rather be safe than sorry."

Douglas was surprised. "What's gotten into you Toad? Was it something I did?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, yes it is, sir," replied Toad. "Why didn't you tell me you crushed a brake van years ago?"

Douglas stared. "What? Where did you hear about that?"

"From Mr. Donald and Mr. Bradford," replied Toad. "They told us about how you abused a brake van back in your day and you two never mentioned it to us."

"Well, it's true," admitted Douglas, "but we didn’t think…"

"But didn't think what?" interrupted Bradford. "That he would find out that you and Donald hate brake vans and you, in particular, like to break them?"

Douglas was offended. "Now wait a minute, I…"

"No, I refuse to hear another word until you admit that two are nothing but brake van-hating savages," argued Bradford.

"Well, that's not going to happen," hissed Douglas. "Now listen…"

"No I refuse!" hissed Bradford.

Donald, who had just moved his train away from the platform and Bradford, heard all of this and he had had it. "Right! That does it!" he thundered. "You have been incredibly mean to me all day and I have had it. Now you're picking on my brother for no reason? Well guess what! No one speaks to my brother like that when I'm around. So spite Dougie, would you? Take that!!!" And charged forward, bashing into Bradford, and pushed into a siding so hard, that Bradford crashed through the buffers and was off the rails.

Everyone gasped. "Ooh! Great Scott!" exclaimed Bradford.

"Serves you right," hissed Donald, "and there's more coming should you say another word!"

Just then they all heard a whistle and saw Samson had just arrived. "Deary me!" he exclaimed. "What happened here? Why is Bradford off the rails?"

"I'll tell you why," sniffed Donald. "It's because this great disrespectful watermelon on wheels of yours needed to be taught a lesson about treating others with respect."

"What?" asked Samson. "What are your talking about, Donald? Bradford knows respects and he shows it to everyone."

"Well everyone except Dougie and I," protested Donald.

"Aye, it's true," agreed Douglas. "I don't exactly know what's been going on here, but apparently Bradford claims that we hate brake vans all because we destroyed this one spiteful brake van years ago and…"

"Woah, woah, woah, woah," interrupted Bradford. "Did you say, 'spiteful brake van'?"

"Aye, I did," replied Douglas, "and he was spiteful too so do not even try to tell me otherwise."

"Wait, I think I've heard of that brake van," said Bradford. "Was he a brake van that was difficult to get along with and disliked steam engines?"

Donald and Douglas looked at each other in surprise. "Um, aye," said Douglas.

"And did he have a habit of making trains late and having the engines get blamed for it?" added Bradford.

"Aye, the very one!" exclaimed the twins. "But how do you know about him?" asked Donald.

"Oh, there is this little imp of a brake van on the Mainland that is exactly like this one," explained Bradford. "He's always giving engines a hard time and makes them late. He is a disgraceful brake van and I'm ashamed to call him that. He often complains about being crushed by an engine as well." Then he thought for a moment. "So if you were the one who crushed him, does that mean he was rebuilt and then sent to the Mainland?" he asked Douglas.

"Aye lad," replied Douglas.

Bradford suddenly realized his mistake. "Oh dear, I am so sorry, to both of you," he apologized to the twins. "I did not realize that the brake van was him or that he was rebuilt. I thought he was scraped after that, but why didn't you tell me?"

"Well mostly because you never gave us a chance to explain ourselves," puffed Douglas.

"Or let us tell you it was an accident as well," added Donald.

Bradford felt ashamed. "Well, since I know what happened to that brake van, I'm listening now. So please, tell me what the story." And so, while Bradford was being put back on the rails, Donald and Douglas told him all about their experience with the Spiteful Brakevan.

Afterwards, Bradford spoke. "Well, I guess a made mess of everything, haven't I?" he said.

"Aye, you could say that," smiled Douglas.

"But don't fash yourself about it," soothed Donald. "We all make mistakes, including me. I'm sorry for bumping and derailing you. I was just very frustrated with you and…"

"Say no more, say no more," said Bradford. "I deserved that for my behavior today, and I'm sorry for accusing you and Douglas of hating brake vans as well. You both have shown me that you are responsible, reliable, and friendly engines and you only bump brake vans when necessary."

The twins smiled. "Well, we don't bump brake vans that often," said Douglas, "but we know who does deserve a few bumps every now and then: trucks."

"Ooooh, definitely," agreed Bradford. "Those cheeky, troublesome things deserve all the discipline they can get, and I was fool for actually believing that despicable lot earlier today."

"Aye, it's alright, Bradford," soothed Donald. "You know, there's a little saying on this island that every wise engine knows." And he and Douglas said it together. "You can never trust trucks."

Bradford couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Well, that's certainly a good motto to live by on this island, and it is very true as well, and if they ever give you trouble again, you let them know who's in charge."

"Aye, we can assure you of that," chuckled the twins.

Then Samson spoke up. "Alright Bradford," he puffed. "The workmen checked you over and you are in good shape to go. Ready to go home?"

"Yes in a minute, Samson," replied Bradford. "I want to say a few more things to these engines." Then he spoke to the twins. "Well I must be going now. I don't know when I'll be back on Sodor again, but if I ever am and you need a brake van, I will be proud to be at your service."

The twins smiled. "That's very kind of you, Bradford," said Donald, "and I, well, we would be proud to work with you again as well. Even if you might be a bit headstrong, you are still a really useful brake van regardless and Samson is lucky to have you."

Bradford grinned, then he turned to Toad. "And Toad, I'm sorry for scaring you earlier today. Also, whatever I said about Donald and Douglas, well…let's pretend that never happen, shall we?"

Toad chuckled. "Will do, Mr. Bradford sir," he replied.

"Well everyone, Samson and I must be off now, so take care each and everyone one of you," called Bradford.

"We will," called everyone. "Good-bye!"

"Good-bye to all of you as well and have a happy rest of your day," said Bradford. "Carry on, Samson. Let's go home."

"Yes sir," replied Samson. "Good-bye everyone!" And with that, Samson and Bradford puffed back home to the Mainland.

After that, Donald and Douglas spoke with each other. "Thank you standing up for me, Donnie," said Douglas. "Even if it was all a big misunderstanding, I appreciated you protecting me."

"Ah what can I say, Dougie?" chuckled Donald. "We're brothers, we look out for each other no matter what happens."

Douglas smiled. "And Toad," he added. "You never really believed I broke that break van on purpose, did you?"

"No not really, sir," smiled Toad soothingly. "I know you very well, Mr. Douglas and I know you would not do something as horrid as that intentionally. So you are fine and I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"You're alright, Toad," smiled Douglas. "You know, I think we can all agree we had a long day and we just need a rest."

Donald and Toad agreed. Just then Oliver arrived back with his passenger train. "Oy, what are you all doing sitting around? Don’t you still have to take that train, Douglas?"

Douglas and Toad suddenly remembered. "Och dear! I completely forgot! Come along, Toad. We need to make up for lost time."

"Indeed we do!" exclaimed Toad. "Good-bye, Mr. Donald. We'll see you later." And with that Douglas quickly left with Toad for his train. Donald couldn't help but laugh at this.

"Ha, ha, ha! Yes, today has been a very long day indeed, and yet it's not quite over yet," he puffed cheerily, and he went back to work as well.




  • Several references to the television series episodes, Break Van and Bradford the Brake Van, are made throughout this episode.
  • It is revealed in this episode that the Spiteful Brakevan was not scraped after his accident with Douglas.
    • Instead, he was rebuilt and sent to work on the Mainland after the accident.
  • This episode marks Donald, Douglas, and Samson's only speaking roles and Bradford's only appearance in this season of The Many Adventures on the Island of Sodor.


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