A/N I'm not British, they are, so if there's anything off about the English, that's it.

Hey, it's me, little old Edward again and I've got another story. This one's about Bertie and me. Some of it was told to me after it happened, so I know Bertie's part, too.

"Stop, stop! I've got Thomas's passengers!" wailed Bertie, roaring up to the gates. It was no good. I was gone. I had yet to be told about Thomas's fireman not coming to work and Bertie having my friend's passengers, but I heard later on.

"Bother," said Bertie. "Bother Thomas's fireman not coming to work today. Why did I promise to help the passengers catch the train?"

"That will do, Bertie," said his driver. "A promise is a promise and we must keep it."

"I'll catch Edward or bust," said Bertie.

"Oh, my gears and axles," he groaned, toiling up the hill. I'll never be the same bus again."

"Hurray! Hurray! I see him," cheered Bertie as he reached the top. I was stopped at that moment, but unaware of our bus friend's reason for chasing me

"Oh, no! Edward's at the station. No... he's stopped at a crossing. Hurray! Hurray!

Bertie tore down the hill.

"Well done, Bertie!" shouted his passengers. "Go it!"

Bertie skidded into the yard. "Wait! Wait!" cried Bertie. He was just in time to see me puff away. "I'm sorry," said Bertie.

"Never mind," said the passengers. "After him, quickly- third time lucky, you know. Do you think we'll catch him at the next station, Driver?"

"There's a good chance, replied the driver. "Our road keeps close to the line and we can climb hills better than Edward. I'll just make sure." He spoke to the stationmaster. Bertie and the passengers waited impatiently.

"Yes, we'll do it this time," said the driver.

"Hurray," called the passengers as Bertie chased after me once more.

"This hill is too steep! This hill is too steep!" grumbled the coaches as I snorted in front.

They reached the top at last and ran smoothly into the station.

"Peee-eep!" I whistled. "Get in quickly, please."

The conductor blew his whistle and Driver looked back. But the flag didn't wave. Then he heard Bertie. Soon, I was to know what was really happening.

Everything seems to happen at once-and the stationmaster told the conductor and driver what had happened.

"I'm sorry about the chase, Bertie," I said.

"My fault," replied Bertie. "Late at Junction...you didn't know...about Thomas's passengers."

"Peep peep! Good-bye, Bertie, we're off," I whistled.

"Three cheers for Bertie!" called the passengers.

Bertie raced back to tell Thomas that all was well.

"Thank you, Bertie, for keeping your promise," said Thomas. "You're a very good friend indeed."

A/N Respect my Thomasverse. The Edward streak continues.