The Irelanders' Adventures of Thomas and Friends: The Adventure Begins/Transcript

This is the script for The Irelanders' Adventures of Thomas and Friends: The Adventure Begins

Sploshy: Splish, Splash, Splosh. I can't wait for our first adventure to the Island of Sodor.

Connor Lacey: Yes, I know you're excited, Sploshy. But we need to very careful on this one.

Sploshy: Why, Connor. It's near your home, Ireland is it?

Connor Lacey: Sure.

Norman Price: Why do we need to be careful, Connor? Nothing's going to happen.

Connor Lacey: That's what they always say. Now come on, let's get going.

[The ship heads to the Island of Sodor and eventually arrives]

[The scene changes to overview of Sodor]

Gordon: Express coming through!

[Gordon passes Henry then James as they pass through Kellsthorpe Road Station. He then chuffs up a hill then goes down the other side]

Gordon: Wheeeee! Ha, ha, ha!

[The scene then changes to an overview of Knapford and the title pops up: The Irelanders' Adventures of Thomas and Friends: The Adventure Begins]

Narrator: A long time ago, on the island of Sodor, there was a little railway known as the North Western. The smallest engine working on the mainline was Edward. He helped with shunting trucks and coaches in the yard for the larger engines.

[Edward whistles as he puffs away]

Narrator: The biggest engine on the railway was Gordon. He loved pulling the express. But he didn't much care for some of his other jobs.

Gordon: A goods train. A goods train. The shame of it. Oh, the shame of it.

Edward: Oh, Gordon, it can't be that bad.

Gordon: Yes, Edward, it is. I am a very important engine. But thankfully, I won't have to pull goods trains for long. Not after the new engine gets here.

Edward: New engine. What new engine? Ah. [Stops when he realizes he's still coupled to a line of trucks then is uncoupled and follows Gordon]

Gordon: Haven't you heard? The Fat Controller is getting another engine. That last one he got, with the wooden brake blocks, was much too small to be really useful.

[James puffs into view]

James: But I'm not small.

[Gordon and Edward screech to a halt with the trucks behind Gordon bumping into each other. Gordon groans as he stops]

Gordon: Oooooh. James.

James: I might not be as big as you, Gordon, but I'm bigger than Edward. And there's nothing wrong with wooden brake blocks either.

Gordon: Unless they catch fire, of course. Can you move on now please, James? You're blocking my way.

[So, James puffs forward so that Gordon can pass. James then gives an irritated look]

James: My brakes don't catch fire. [Gordon whistles] They're just as good as yours.

[The scene changes to Connor and his friends walking through Sodor]

James Jones: Excuse me but why are we going to Sodor, Connor?

Connor Lacey: Because The Fat Controller has an assignment for us.

Lightning McQueen; What is it, Connor?

Connor Lacey: You'll see, Lightning. You'll see.

[Later, Gordon is seen on the line to Gordon's Hill]

Narrator: Gordon didn't like pulling heavy goods trains. But he especially didn't like pulling them up the big hill on the mainline.

[The trucks hold Gordon back and he notices. He tries to pull them up the hill but then he stops]

Gordon: Oh, I give up.

[Gordon's driver and fireman peek out of the cab]

Gordon's driver: What's he up to now? [gets out and walks up to Gordon's front] Come on, Gordon, you're not even trying.

Gordon: I can't do it. Those noisy trucks hold an engine. If they were coaches, now that would be different.

[At Knapford, in the Fat Controller's office, the phone rings. He picks it up]

The Fat Controller: Hello. [realizes he's got the phone the wrong way round and turns it the right way up] Hello?

Narrator: The man in charge of the little railway was the Fat Controller.

The Fat Controller: I see. I see.

Narrator: It was his job to make sure all the trains ran on time.

The Fat Controller: Oh, dear. Okay. Goodbye. [puts the phone down] Hmmm.

[Later, in the yard, The Fat Controller approaches Edward]

The Fat Controller: Hello, Edward. I'm afraid Gordon needs your help.

Edward: My help, Sir? Are you sure?

The Fat Controller: Yes. He can't get up the hill with his goods trucks, apparently.

Edward: Alright, Sir. I'm on my way.