Angel: Oh Scamp, this was the nicest dinner I've ever had!
Scamp: Only for the best for my bestest friend ever.
They nuzzled each other happily.
Angel: Actually Scamp, about that. There's something I've been wanting to tell you since I've had my "first date" with you. Do you remember when you were asking me what I was thinking about when we got home from our walk? Well the truth is…
But Scamp was gone and so was the table.
Angel (Thinking): Oh no! Not again!
?: Eh, Eh!
Angel: LEAVE US ALONE! IF YOU HURT MY BOYFRIEND...!
?: Oh, so he's your boyfriend now is he? How interesting!
Angel: STOP IT! It's me your want. So keep my friends out of this!
?: Oh come now, Angel cakes. Where's your manners? Any friends of yours, are friends of mine. Besides, I think it's time you also time you told me the truth as well.
Angel: Forget it! Besides, even if I did know, I would never tell you!
?: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a shame. But you know that we have other ways of forcing you to tell us.
Angel: What are you- Mphm! Mphm! HMMMMMMMMMMM! HMMMMMMMM- STOP! AHH!
Angel (Thinking): It's that dream again!
?: Are you okay?
Angel: Yes I'm fine. Just a nightmare, that's all. Sorry if I disturbed you, or your owner over there.
?: No worries. I've had nightmares before too, so I know the feeling. From the sound of your scream. It sounded like you were being tortured by someone.
Angel: Wow, you are good. Though I guess anyone could have guessed that by the way I just screamed. So what brings you to this part of town, Mr. Er?
Edgeworth: Edgeworth is fine. Well, let's just say I'm searching for some answers for myself.
Angel (Whisper): You too, uh?
Missile: Are you alright, Ms. ?
Angel: Angel's alright with me; and yes I'm okay. I hope your friend finds the answers he's looking for.
Edgeworth: The same goes for you. Oh and frame of reference. If you're going to whisper to yourself, do it more quietly, okay?
Angel said nothing and just stared into the sky deep in thought about the dream she just had.
Pop Goes the Diesel
City of Truro's visit, made Duck very proud of being great western. He talked endlessly about it, but he worked hard too, and made everything go like clockwork. The trucks behaved well, the coaches were ready on time, and the passengers even stopped grumbling. But the engines didn't like to have to bustle about.
Duck: There are two ways of doing things. The great western way, or the wrong way. I'm great western and-
Engines and Dogs: DON'T WE KNOW IT!
The engines and pets were glad and interested when they heard that visitor was coming to er… visit. The visitor was black, and was squared. He had no funnel or a coal bunker or even a tender. The engines were impressed as the visitor purr smoothly towards the engines. The Fat Controller climbed down from his cab.
Fat Controller: He is Diesel. I have agreed to give him a try, and everything goes well he might joined our railway. Duck, would you please show and teach Diesel about how our railway is run?
Diesel: Good morning. Please to meet you, Duck. Is that James and Henry and Gordon too? Oh, and are those the famous dogs they have, Tramp, Jock, and Pongo? And I see you have your own helper too, Thomas O'Malley, am I right? It's a pleasure to meet such famous engines and pets.
The silly engines were flattered.
O'Malley: The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Diesel. Excuse me for asking this, but what kind of engine are you?
Diesel: Ah yes. I should have known you probably don't know me, I am new after all. I am a new type of engine know as a diesel engine. You see, unlike steam engines, we diesels only run on one thing, oil. It helps us run for a long period of time and can help us go faster if we need to.
Tramp: Wow, that's cool. Welcome to our railway.
Duck had his doubts.
Duck: Well come on then, follow me.
Diesel: Ah yes. The yard of course. Excuse me engines.
Diesel follow Duck as he was talking to him.
Diesel: You're worthy Fat-
Duck: Sir Topham Hatt to you!
Diesel looked hurt.
O'Malley: Come on Duck! That's no way to treat a guess.
Diesel: No, no. It's alright. Anyway, you're worthy Sir Topham Hatt, thinks I need to learn. He is mistaken, we diesels don't need to learn. We know everything, we come to a yard an improve it. We are revolutionary.
O'Malley: What's that supposed to mean?
Diesel: No offense, Mr. O'Malley, but I'm sure that even if his engines are very useful, or however he puts it. They have to always stop for coal and water no matter what, and sometimes that could cause them to be late and he might lose some nice business opportunities, but with diesels like me, we can run for as long as we want, and we don't have to stop for oil too much and we are also more stronger than most steam engines combine. Now I'm not saying we should get rid of all steam engines, but wouldn't you agreed that things need to change for the greater of our future for the young generations?
O'Malley: I see you're point. But at the same time, I can assure you that our engines are really useful and are definitely not lazy. Plus, even if you feel that you don't need to learn, it would still be better for you to understand how the Fat Controller runs his railway.
Diesel: Don't worry. I know all about how railways are run, in fact give me something to do right now, and I'll get it done in the blink of an eye.
Duck: Very well then. If you're so sure of yourself, would you kindly fetch my trucks, while I get Gordon's coaches ready for the express?
Diesel, delighted to show off, purred away.
Duck brought Gordon's coaches at the station and went back to where Diesel was shunting his trucks. Diesel collected a row of trucks and went to bring some empty ones from the siding, these trucks were very old and they've clearly not been touch for a long time. He found them hard to move.
Pull. Push. Backwards. Forwards.
Trucks: Ohh-wee. Ohh! We can't. We won't!
Duck and his crew watch the operation with interest, as Diesel was starting to lose patience.
Diesel: Grrrrr!
Diesel gave a great heave as the trucks jerked Forward.
Trucks: Ohh-OW! We can't! We won't!
Some of their breaks broke and their gear was jammed in the sleeper.
Trucks: WE CAN'T! WE WON'T!
Their training breaks caught on the points and they locked themselves solid on the ground. Diesel pulled so hard that their rusty coupling broke and he shot forward so suddenly by himself. While Duck and his crew just laughed out so loud.
Diesel recovered and tried to push the trucks back, but they wouldn't move and he had to give up.
Duck ran quietly around to collect the other trucks.
Duck: Thank you for arranging these Diesel. I must go now.
Diesel: Don't you want this lot?
Duck: No thank you.
Diesel gulped and felt like he was going to explode.
Diesel: A-a-a-and I've taken all this trouble!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?
O'Malley: You never asked us. Beside, didn't you say that diesels were revolutionary? So I'm sure you known which trucks we've needed. Anyway we have to go, thanks again and goodbye.
Diesel had to stay to help the workmen clear the mess. He hated it, all the trucks, coaches, and even the passengers and pets laughed at him. Presently he heard the trucks singing. The song grew louder and louder and it echoed through the yard.
Trucks: Trucks are waiting in the yard. Tackling with Diesel. "Show the world what I can do," gaily boasts the Diesel. In and out he creeps about, like a big black weasel. When he pulls the wrong trucks out, pop goes the Diesel!
Diesel: Gwahhh!
Diesel was so furious that he back to shed to sulk.