Transcript/Emily Makes a Fuss

**Narrator:** It had been a very busy summer on the Island of Sodor. Lots of holidaymakers had come to see the sights and relax in the scenery. Emily had been especially busy, for lots of people wanted to see the seals by Black Loch. However, the summer holidays were nearly at an end. The engines were relieved and hoped that this meant a bit less work to do. But their hopes were soon dashed. One night, Emily was worried. There was a big, raging storm and she could hear the whistling of the high winds. She was glad she and the other engines were locked up securely in the sheds. When the engines awoke the next morning, the winds had thankfully died down, but there wrecked buildings and derailed trucks everywhere they looked. Meanwhile, Farmer McColl was walking all over his farm checking for any major damages. Then, he looked up at the roof of his barn.

**Farmer McColl:** “I must fix that roof right away." he said. "The calves are sure to be cold at night.”

**Narrator:** But whatever planks of timber he had left had been broken in half and couldn’t be used. So he telephoned the Timber Yard to send over some more. Later, the Fat Controller came to Vicarstown Sheds.

**The Fat Controller:** “The storm blew some holes in the roof of Farmer McColl’s barn. Emily, I need you to deliver some timber straight there. Thomas and Percy are busy clearing the branch line.”

**Emily:** “Yes, Sir.” replied Emily.

**Narrator:** But on the way to Henry’s Forest, she could see lots of workmen and engines clearing away debris or fixing any wreckages. And it wasn’t long before Emily saw some of that debris on her line. A huge tree had been blown down and some workmen were cutting it down into pieces with saws.

**Trevor:** “Sorry about this, Emily.” said Trevor. “We’re moving as fast as we can, but there’s lots of trunk here.”

**Emily:** “Oh, um, it’s alright,” stuttered Emily, “I-I don’t mind waiting.”

**Narrator:** Once Trevor had finished sawing logs with his flywheel, he was chained up to the last remaining piece of tree trunk. It was huge and very heavy for the old traction engine. Emily was getting worried. She knew she was in a hurry to deliver the timber on time, but she didn’t want to make herself rude by hurrying the workmen. Inch by inch, Trevor had finally shifted his load off the tracks. The instant the workmen gave the all-clear, Emily raced like the wind to Henry’s Forest, letting out a quick “Thank you!” While resting from his exhaustion, Trevor couldn’t help but feel concerned for Emily. The lumber millers were cross when she finally arrived. She was very late, but she couldn’t blame Trevor. He was working his hardest.

**Emily:** “Maybe it’s because I didn’t say anything.” she thought. “I need to be more firm if I’m to make it on time now. I have to try it.”

**Narrator:** As Emily made her way along Thomas’ Branch Line, she hoped there wasn’t anything else blocking her way.

**Emily:** “I hope Thomas and Percy have cleared away everything.” she puffed.

**Narrator:** But when she saw Maithwaite station, she could see a water tower had fallen onto the level crossing. Elizabeth was trying her hardest to push it away.

**Emily:** “Oh, no, no, no, no! This is the worst possible time!” she cried out in thought.

**Narrator:** She couldn’t be kept waiting any longer. She knew Farmer McColl was counting on her, so she decided to be more firm.

**Emily:** “E-Excuse me, Elizabeth. I don’t mean to be rude but…”

**Narrator:** But Elizabeth was putting all her attention on her work and Emily thought she wasn’t listening. She blew her whistle hard and tried again.

**Emily:** “Could you please hurry up?!”

**Elizabeth:** “Now there’s no need to shout!” snapped Elizabeth. “D’you think it’s easy to move a column like this?”

**Emily:** “But my delivery is urgent. I’ve been held up for too long already and… and this isn’t helping!”

**Elizabeth:** “We’ve all got problems too, you know! I was on my way to the quarry before I saw the road was blocked. I would like to leave this job to Kelly, but he’s busy elsewhere. You’ll just have to bear with me on this, alright?”

**Narrator:** Emily had no choice but to wait. Again. The sun was setting when the line was eventually clear and the sky had darkened when Emily finally arrived at the farm. Farmer McColl wasn’t happy.

**Farmer McColl:** “It’s too late to fix the roof now. It’ll have to wait til the morning. For now, I need to get some more hay for the calves. I’m very disappointed, Emily.”

**Emily:** “But, it wasn’t my fault, sir. There were a lot of obstacles on the line, so I…”

**Narrator:** But Farmer McColl had already left to comfort his calves. Emily was very upset. Even when she tried being more assertive, she was still late.

**Narrator:** The next day, she was back to work pulling passengers. She sadly made her way along the Main Line to Kellsthorpe Road. She was still thinking about how he had let Farmer McColl down, when all of a sudden...

**Emily:** “Whoa! Oof!”

**Narrator:** After a few seconds, Emily realised she was now off the rails. She was just wondering how this might have happened, when she looked to her left.

**Emily:** “Trevor?” She then gasped. “This must be where the tree had fallen.”

**Narrator:** The tree had made a massive dent in the rails upon impact. She didn’t notice it yesterday because she was slow to start once the line was clear. She called out to Trevor.

**Emily:** “H-Hello? Anybody? I.. I’m stuck, can anyone help me?”

**Narrator:** What with the noise of all the sawing equipment, neither Trevor or the workmen could hear Emily’s call. Emily knew that this was the time to be more firm, whether she wanted to or not. She blew her whistle long and loud.

**Emily:** “Help! HELP!”

**Narrator:** Eventually, Jem Cole heard her and after Emily explained, he ran over to the nearest station and called for help. At last, Donald arrived with the Breakdown Train.

**Emily:** “Oh thank goodness. I thought for sure I was going to wait even longer. I had waited for more than enough yesterday.”

**Donald:** “Why’s that?” asked Donald. “Because of all the debris on the line? There’s nothing with asking for help when yer need it.”

**Emily:** “I… I just didn’t want people to think I was rude by raising my voice or telling them to hurry things up.”

**Donald:** “Ah, well, sometimes a little fuss is needed to get the job done.”

**Narrator:** While Emily agreed with Donald, she hoped that she wouldn’t have to make another fuss for a good long while.