One morning on the Agenda Sodor, Bertie the bus preparing for the day's work when you heard of him at the whistle in the distance. Oh, that must be James! Wonder how he's getting on. I haven't seen him in a while. He's not usually out this early. Bertie mew. Hello James! What seems to be the maxest? He looks more blue than that today. James just scum. I haven't got the chance to pull passengers in weeks. It's just cars, cars, cars, cars all day long. I'm sick of it. And now, to top him head as I sneak to live with his early morning cruise train. He's not there. Bertie knew that James could be a bit over dramatic sometimes. He decided to have a bit of fun with the red engine. Well, we can't hold the rear of the usual all the time. Can't wait. Now, if you were a bright red bus like me, you'd never have to pull freight cars again, wouldn't you? James rolled his own. But then again, you weren't always red. Were you James? I guess I remember the days when you were paying to tend to the footplate and black. Well, all I can say is, you'd never catch me wearing anything but my smart red paint. Red is the only proper criminal. Ah, well, I suppose bus is always digged up better than trains anyway. Before James could answer Bertie drove away, but still laughing. Stupid bus. James came to himself. Thomas is welcome to him. One more. One more. James qualified to see Bertie started by several popular red paint. Look at this, James. Bertie Green. I've been working so hard I've earned my self-reliant paint. Don't you wish some of this red paint could go on you too? James said nothing, but the look on his face said it all. His own red paint was dirty and scratchy. Unfortunately, it's all for me. Don't worry. I'll make sure it looks extra nice. James left enough off. Several days of this and Tom. James started pedaling with Bertie's eye tips. I don't know how much more this I can take at work. He complained that red chip bus is so annoying. He can be a bit of a hand flood sometimes, but he'll get over the chip and fit to the game. Edward replied kindly. If only I could get a repaint too. Oh, in a chance to pull the express. That would really show him wouldn't it? That would be nice, said would reply. But don't worry, James. You'll get your come up soon. I'm sure of it. In the meantime, feel best to ignore that. James was unsure, but decided fast to feed up his words. Meanwhile, Bertie was feeling the happiest event of both weeks. Edward had brought the tar time to Thomas' branch I know the other day. Now the book will be released on Thursday, finally being met. Hey, hey, now this is the life. For once, the railways actually cry useful. Too bad they only read it and do it on the rail of such a disappointment. Down the road some Bertie was feeling a bit tickly and large for this time. They were very alarmed when they saw Bertie getting straight towards them. What, Jell, Bertie? Bertie didn't see until it was too late. Luckily he hadn't been carrying any passengers. The tar had splashed below them, coating him in black. You silly bus. We had spent a long time for them that ratted hole. And then it, sorry, sir. And, please, can you call the break down, Laurie? To Bertie's dismay, the workman shot his man. Afraid we can't do that? You're too deep to simply be told out. No, we'll have to lift you out with trains. An angel will have to come with the break down train. The rails are nearer enough and it should be able to reach. Bertie wasn't too excited about an engine seeing him like this. But he had no say in the matter as the arrangements were made. When the fuck controller heard the news, he sent James to put things right up once. James, of course, wasn't happy about the extra job. But when he saw Bertie, he couldn't help but laugh. Ha ha ha ha! Wow, wow, wow! What's this, Bertie? I thought you wouldn't dare be seen in anything other than red. Bertie was horrified to see that James had conjured his rescue, but said nothing. I suppose the painter's must have thought red was too good of a color for you. Oh well, that was the best of us. The trains carefully lifted Bertie out of the hole and placed him on a flat road. James took Bertie to be remembered, laughing the entire trip. That night after James had returned Bertie to the bus, he sat quietly in the ship. He had a lot to think about and hoped he would be left in peace. Unfortunately for Bertie, he was not alone. Well, well, what's happened here, Bertie? That's all we've got. What the hell is all over you? It's time. I had an accident today. Bertie replied neatly. Oh, tar. Oh, dear Bertie, that's not very good. In fact, you could even say it's tar-able. Oh, Bertie was confused. Huh? Yes, I suppose you could say you were talking up the wrong tree. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, this isn't fun, eh? My driver could have been seriously injured. Oh, boy. Is he a binderel with reputation, wouldn't he? Tarnished. Bertie was tied up with bobbling. His ridiculous pun for making his terrible day even more. Oh, then before. You