(Opens on a dawn morning on Sodor)

Narrator: On the Island of Sodor all the engines from big to small must work hard. Many of them enjoy the jobs they do but occasionally there are jobs that must be done but aren't their cup of tea.

(Starts with Henry and Peter passing each other on Gordons Hill with long trains, for the next line show Gordon and James taking passenger trains from Knapford and at the end focus on Thomas who is taking dairy supplies to the ice cream factory.

As can be seen, Thomas was not pleased with his job. Derek had become overheated and so Thomas had to do his job of delivering supplies and after it was made, ice cream to its destinations.

Thomas: Bother those workmen. They lied when they told us Derek was fixed and now I have to work his jobs.

Thomas' driver: The tunnel vents needed repairs anyway. Without us it'll make repairs easier.

(Thomas snorts as he comes up to Kildane)

James: Hello Thomas, doing goods I see?

Thomas: Just you wait until this afternoon.

Truck near the platform: We can't wait!

James: Be quiet! At least I'm pulling passengers.

Narrator: As Thomas came into the goods station, the manager came out.

Ice cream factory manager (lets call him Mr. Frost): Excellent timing Thomas. Take those refrigerated trucks to Tidmouth and then Knapford. Then please collect more supplies for us. It is going to be a blazing day.

Thomas: Bother.

(Scene changes to him taking trucks to the big station)

Narrator: Thomas swiftly puffed towards the station, however he was going so fast that the signalman failed to notice the points had jammed after the last train. The little tank engine sped down the line towards trouble. As he passed the points, he went down the wrong line! Thomas stopped suddenly jarring the train.

Thomas: What the?

Thomas's driver: That man had one job. One job!

Signalman: I am sorry, you were early I couldn't check the points. You can reverse to the previous set of points and take the express track.

Thomas: Bother. I'll be late

Thomas's driver: As much grief as I give the signalmen, we have to slow down to avoid this happening again. I don't trust the refrigerators in the vans and bumping them wont help.

Thomas (Cross): Fine.

Thomas's fireman: If you're throwing sparks we'll slow you down. Dont want to burn down something. What would the Fat Controller say?

Thomas (Worried): Yes sir.

Thomas Driver (Whispering to fireman): Good call.

Narrator: Thomas came into Knapford only a few minutes late. As he came into the siding, the little tank engine spied Percy pulling a train of supplies that looked aerial in nature.

Thomas: Hullo Percy, problems at Dryaw?

Percy: On the contrary, there's an airshow in a few days and the men are practicing. I'm delivering fuel and parts there right now.

Thomas: Bother. I would've loved to see that. Have your driver take pictures please!

Percy: Sure thing. (Puffs away)

Shunter: That's the last truck unloaded, You can go on now.

Thomas (cross again.): Perfect.

(Leaves with empty vans (refrigerated) and collects supplies from several stops including the dairy. Finally arrives at the factory tired. Then he shunts the trucks away.)

Thomas's driver: Let's get you to the tower.

Thomas: I'm envious of those vans.

Thomas's fireman: As am I old boy. It's hot enough that you don't need coal to run.

Thomas:I can believe it.

Narrator: Thomas and his crew had been careful with their train apart from the one sudden stop. However what no one knew was that the delicate electronics maintaining the refrigeration system was running hot. Soon trouble would ensue.

(Some time later, pre-noon still. Thomas returns and buffers gently to his train.)

Mr. Frost: How is he driver?

Thomas's driver: Still hot and bothered but better tempered.

Mr. Frost: Good to hear. Excellent news though, tomorrow Derek should be back. Turns out it was a electrical fault rather than a mechanical.

Thomas: Hurrah! That will be nice

(Leaves as the trucks are finished loading)

Narrator: All went well until Thomas reached the first stop, Wellsworth where ice cream trucks were waiting. Inside the vans they found a melted and sticky mess

Ice Cream driver: What the? Stop the train! The ice creams melted!

Thomas (Shocked): What? But how?

Stationmaster: You clumsy oaf. You must've banged them.

Gaines: Probably not.

Stationmaster: Excuse me diesel?

Gaines: The weathers been brutal lately on my wires and poor Derek broke down because of it. More likely the refrigeration units power units failed under this heat. Thomas has been quite good today apart from a incident.

(Thomas blushes in embarrassment as the men looked through the vans to see if any of the refrigeration units are working. The inspectors aren't happy.)

Ice cream driver: Half of them failed and the other half look dodgy. I wouldn't risk it.

Thomas's driver: Bother! Has anyone informed the ice cream factory manager?

Stationmaster: I did while you were checking them over. He's not happy and BR won't be able to send another lot of vans over until this evening.

Thomas's driver: We could try to ask for ice from McColl. It's been a cool summer until this week so he should have a few pounds leftover.

Stationmaster: it'll take too long from Kildane to the farm.

Narrator: Thomas sat worried, as much as he disliked the job he knew that people really did enjoy the products the factory made. It saddened him that there wouldn't be a way to help out. Then a flight of airplanes from the past war flew over head. And Thomas remembered something

(Flashback to 1943 when a P-47 crash lands outside of Ffarquhar, Thomas is in wartime black and is resting)

Pilot: Hello there.

Thomas: Are you a Hun? My driver said the Hun would invade by falling out of the sky.

Pilot: Nope. I'm an American. My plane had an issue with the injector during a navigation exercise.

Thomas: I'm sorry. I hope the planes fixable.

Pilot: Still the chief is going to kill me. Especially if-Oh blast!

(Rushes to plane and pulls churns from the wing.)

Pilot: At least they're safe. I may live yet to give Adolf a kick.

Thomas: What are those?

Pilot: Wind powered ice cream churns. 20 gallons each. Stick em on a plane and by the time you land , voila! Ice Cream.

(Opens it)

Thomas: That's amazing.

Pilot: That it is. Learned it in the Pacific. Well, have to inform base of my whereabouts before Ma gets a telegram. Have a good day tank engine!

(Comes back to present day)

Thomas: I have it! Sirs, could you put a call to the flyers at Dryaw? I have an idea.

Narrator: Thomas told them about the pilot. Then his idea. Which was to unload all the ice cream at Wellsworth where it would be stored underground. Then he would bring ingredients to the airfield where planes would fly and churn the ice cream. Then using the ice to keep it cool, Thomas would rush the delivery to Knapford and Tidmouth.

Stationmaster: I'll send the call to the Fat Controller, flyboys and Mr. Frost. It's a unique solution I'll give you that.

Willard: Are you sure it'll work?

Thomas: I saw the ice cream myself in 1943. And it's only a idea. The flyers are the crux and if they don't agree, we'll find a way. Maybe the fish vans.

Willard: On the other hand. We can't be picky.

Thomas: That's the spirit.

Narrator: Soon the approvals came through and Thomas rushed the ingredients to the airfield where ice cream men prepared them. The planes of a war long ended quickly flew into the air and spun around churning the ingredients into Ice Cream of all flavors. As they landed the usual planes that resided at Dryaw flew into the air and did the same. After they first landed, Tiger Moth and the usual inhabitants of Dryaw took off to churn the ice cream. After they landed the churned ice cream was packed into the vans where straw and ice kept it cool. Then Thomas rushed off with the ice cream to Tidmouth and Knapford. Three times he did this and was exhausted as he ended the day.

(Thomas creeps into Knapford sheds where the big engines are taking)

Gordon: Hello Thomas, been a busy day today.

Thomas: Don't I know it.

Henry: Anything the matter?

Thomas: Just has been a tiring day.

Sir Topham Hatt: And a productive one. Well done Thomas, you helped us put of a , hmm, sticky situation. Tomorrow I've penned you for a relaxing day of work. A day off of sorts, Won't that be nice?

James: That does sound nice. Too bad he's conked out.

(Thomas is sleeping peacefully)

STH: Well, I'll tell him tomorrow. No sense disturbing his sleep. Good night to all of you.