Part two is here, and yes, I did upload all three at once. Not much to say; see you in the next story.


ThomasAngryBirds' Remakes and Stories

Remake 28: Old Square Wheels

Based on the annual story by Christopher Awdry

Diesel was pleased with his nickname for Gordon.

"Galloping Sausage," he chuckled to himself, "now that he's angry with Duck, this means Gordon is on my side now. Just brilliant! Suits Gordon down to the rails."

The trucks giggled to each other. "How clever of Duck to think of it!" they said to each other. Of course, Diesel was lying to get Gordon to turn against Duck, but the trucks didn't know.

"Look who it is!" they'd say whenever Gordon passed, "It's the big blue Galloping Sausage!"

Of course, this got Gordon very cross.


The next day, Henry was taking a goods train to Barrow-in-Furness. His trucks were chattering amongst themselves, and they paid no attention to the big green engine himself. They were bored, and they wanted to take it out on the first engine to pull them.

"How about Henry?" they suggested to each other.

"Wait until I give the word!" said the first truck.

Soon Henry was climbing up Gordon's hill and puffing his hardest. "Come on, you!" he called to the trucks, but they paid no attention; they were waiting for the moment to strike.

Then the top of Gordon's hill came...

"NOW!" said the first truck.

"ON! ON! ON!" yelled the trucks, and they banged against Henry's tender, forcing him down the hill very fast!

"Stop! Stop!" cried Henry, but the trucks didn't care. They were having too much fun.

Henry's driver applied the brakes, and Henry's wheels locked as he rolled down the line. Sparks showered from his wheels, and poor Henry was feeling pain.

"Help!" Henry whistled in fear, "I can't stop!"


They screeched through Maron station and they came to a stop before the viaduct. Henry stopped safely, and the driver eased off the regulator and brakes. The trucks began to tire out, and they pushed no more.

"That was awful," groaned Henry, "but at least I didn't smash into any tar wagons. James would then have never let me hear the last of it!"

Henry's driver and fireman inspected him all over, to see if Henry was hurt, but they got a shock when they saw his drive wheels.

"You've a flat tire, Henry," remarked his driver.

"How can locomotives like me get flat tires?" objected Henry, "Cars, lorries, and buses like Bertie get that."

The driver laughed and explained. "Your wheels locked in the same place and it wore a flat place on each drive wheel," he said, "no wonder, after all that sliding the trucks gave us."

"Bother!" groaned Henry, "How am I going to get to Barrow-in-Furness now?"

"I don't know," said the driver, "we'll have to call for help, and you'll have to go to the works and have your wheels replaced."


The only engine left in the sheds was Belle, and the 4MT arrived to help Henry.

"Are you all right, Henry?" she asked.

"No," groaned Henry, "my drive wheels have a flat spot each, all because of those stupid trucks!"

"Never mind," said Belle, "I can bring you and your train to Crovan's Gate, and then drop you off there, and carry on to Barrow-in-Furness."

"Oh thank you, Belle," sighed Henry. Belle then switched onto Henry's line and coupled up to him, and blew her whistle. When Belle set off, Henry's dive wheels turned, and at the flat spot, there was a clunk.

"Bother those trucks," groaned Henry, "how does Edward teach them to behave?"

Henry didn't say a word as he clunked all the way to Crovan's Gate with Belle pulling him and his train.


The Fat Controller was at Crovan's Gate when Belle and Henry arrived.

"What's happened here, Henry?" asked the Fat Controller.

"The trucks pushed me down the hill and could have caused an accident," explained Henry, "now I got a flat spot on each of my driving wheels, and I've been clunking all the way."

"The noise was awful," agreed Belle.

"Those trucks and their tricks," sighed Peter Sam, "you can't trust them can you?"

"No," agreed Henry.

"They didn't cause an accident," said Belle, "that's the main point."

"Belle is right," said the Fat Controller, "you did what you could to stop an accident. You'll have your wheels replaced and your brakes mended within a week or two."

"Yes, sir," said Henry, and Belle took him to the works for repairs, and Henry, of course, clunked all the way, but was glad it would stop when he was repaired.

"I hope he gets his flats sorted out soon," said Peter Sam, before setting off with the old coaches.


It didn't take long before the news came to Diesel, and he spoke with the trucks again.

"That was a very good trick you played on Henry," he chuckled, "he's got flat tires now, and has gone to the works to have them replaced." He paused before he continued.

"I shouldn't tell you this," he said, "but I know you won't pass it on. Do you know Duck's nickname for Henry?"

"What is it?" asked the trucks.

"Old Square Wheels!" Diesel snickered, "Good, isn't it? Don't tell anyone I told you..."

The trucks promised, and after Diesel left, they laughed again. Like Peter Sam said, you can never trust trucks.

"Now," said Diesel, "what can I think of for James?"