Toad Stands By is the seventh episode of the thirteenth season.
|Toad Stands By|
|Season 13, Episode 7|
|Air date||15 August 2013|
|Written by||Rev. W. Awdry|
Resource and Sagacity
When Oliver came home again, the trucks sang rude songs. They were led by Scruffey, a "Private Owner" wagon.
"Oliver's no use at all; thinks he's very clever.
Says that he can manage us; that's the best joke ever!
When he orders us about, with the greatest folly,
We just push him down the well.
Pop - goes Old Ollie!"
The engines bumped them. "Shut up!" they ordered. But they couldn't be everywhere; and everywhere they weren't, the trucks began again.
At last they gave it up. "We're sorry, Oliver," they said.
"It's really my fault," he answered sadly.
"I'm worried, Mr. Douglas," said Toad next morning. "This nasty spirit of disrespect for engines. Where's it going to end?"
"Dear knaws," said Douglas gloomly.
"It must be stopped before it gets worse. I believe Mr. Oliver can do it."
"Mebbe so, but how?"
"I've a plan, Mr. Douglas. May I stay here and help him? We are both Great Western and must stand together. Would you ask him, before you go, to favor me with a word?"
"I'll take ye to him; but he's ower sma' for the wurry ye ha in mind."
". . . No, Duck. Toad's right. This trouble's my fault, and I must put it right."
"I meant no disrespect, you understand."
"Of course not, Toad. Anyway, Driver says the smae, and he's arranged it with Stationmaster."
"Very well, Oliver; but I must hurry. My passengers'll be waiting. Don't forget Stepney's tip about sand. Lay it on the rails as you back down, and roll it firm with your wheels. You get a splendid grip that way. Good luck! We three'll be there to cheer you on while you give those trucks a lesson."
"So long!" smiled Oliver bravely; but he felt dreadfully nervous inside.
"I expect, Mr. Oliver, you'll want me on the middle road as a stop-block, like."
"Er - yes, please."
Oliver marshalled the worst trucks two by two in front of Toad.
"This way, Mr. Oliver takes longer, but they can't give trouble, and if you leave that Scruffey till last, you'll have him behind you. Then you can bump him if he starts his nonsense."
Duck arrived to find them ready and waiting.
"Three cheers for Oliver and Toad!" he called. Alice and Mirabel responded with a will, and so, wonderingly, did the passengers.
"Hold back!" whispered Scruffey. The trucks giggled as they passed the word.
Oliver dug his wheels into the sand, and gave a mighty heave.
"Ooer!" groaned Scruffey. His couplings tightened. He was stretched between Oliver and the trucks. "I don't like this!"
"Go it!" yelled Duck. "Well done, boy, WELL DONE!"
"OW! OW!" wailed Scruffey, but no-one bothered about him. "OW! OOOOOW I'm coming apaaaaaart!"
Oliver shot forward suddenly. Scruffey's front end bumped behind his bunker, while Scruffey's load spread itself over the tracks.
"Well, Oliver, so you don't know your own strength! Is that it?"
"N-n-no, Sir," said Oliver nervously.
The Fat Controller inspected the remains.
"As I thought," he remarked. "Rotten wood, rusty frames - unservicable before it came." He winked at Oliver, and whispered, "Don't tell the trucks that - bad for disipline!"
He strode away, chuckling.
Nowadays, Oliver only takes trucks when the other engines are busy; but they always behave well. "Take care with Mr. Oliver," they warn each other. "He's strong he is. You play tricks on him, and he'll likely pull you in half."
- Sir Topham Hatt
- Donald (cameo)