The Fishing Trip

It was another fine morning on the Island of Sodor. Sir Topham Hatt was polishing his shoes while listening to the radio.

"It's another fine day for the fishermen, eh Ruban?" the man on the radio asked. "Yup Jacob, all them fishermen better prepare their nets because those trout are biting!" the other man said. Sir Topham Hatt thought for a minute. "I haven't gone fishing in years...maybe it'd be nice to go again..." he thought to himself.

Just then the phone rang. "Bother!" he exclaimed. He got up off of the couch and waddled over to the phone. "What do you need?" he asked angrily. "Are you okay Topham?" the voice said. Sir Topham Hatt frowned. "Sorry Jerry. I was just thinking of what to do today." he replied. "Well," Jerry started "I just got me a nice new fishing boat and I was wondering if you'd like to go fishing with me, Lord Callan, and Jem Cole." Jerry said. Sir Topham Hatt smiled. "It's like you read my mind, Jerry!" he boomed "Of course I'll come. I'll meet you down at the river in an hour." And then he went to go and grab his clothes and his lines.

He arrived at the station 20 minutes later. "I need an engine." he said to himself. No engines were avaliable. Then he saw Toby come up to the platform. "Toby!" he exclaimed "I need you now!" Toby was baffled. "What for, Sir?" he asked. Sir Topham Hatt jumped in. "No time to explain! Just go down to the area where the track meets the river!" he ordered. But Sir Topham Hatt had forgotten that Toby was the slowest engine on Sodor.

"ABOUT TIME!" he yelled as Toby stopped at the riverbed. They were 45 minutes late, thanks to Toby running out of water. Then he saw Jerry's boat. "Where the heck were you?" Jerry asked. Sir Topham Hatt got onto the boat. "Shut it and let's start the fishing." he told Jerry. And with that he started the boat up.

They were about 2 miles down the stream. "Back in Scotland, the fish were everywhere!" Lord Callan said. Jem nodded. "Fishing is tough from where I live. It's nice to finally get out on the water again." he said. Sir Topham Hatt was standing on the edge of the boat. "Bite already." he said to his rod. But nothing happened. He finally lost his temper. "BITE!" he shouted as he pulled on the rod. But the rod wasn't in a good position, and when he pulled on it...he fell in the water.

"Pull me up you clowns!" Sir Topham Hatt yelled from the water. But Jerry, Jem and Lord Callan couldn't help but laugh. They pulled him up and laughed some more.

They were now three hours into their fishing trip. Everyone had caught something except Topham. He was now becoming very angry. "Is my rod cursed or something?" he asked them. Jem rolled his eyes. 'It's not our fault you're terrible at fishing." he said. Sir Topham Hatt stopped right in his tracks. "What did you say?" he asked Jem. "I said, 'It's not our fault you're terrible at fishing." Jem replied. Topham walked over to him. "Then go take a swim!" he yelled as he picked up Jem and threw him in the water. He did the same with Lord Callan and Jerry.

"I hope you like the fish!" he said as he turned the boat around. Jerry, Jem and Lord Callan all looked at eachother. "Well, I guess we have to learn how to swim." Jem said unhappily. They walked up onto the bank and waited for an engine to come by on the tracks. They waited for an hour until James finally found them.

Sir Topham Hatt left the boat at Brendam Docks where Jerry took it back the next day. But he still wouldn't forgive Topham. The next morning, Jerry hotwired Topham's car and sold it on Ebay for $7000. Topham got a new car and later that week, burned his fishing rod so he'd never have to go fishing again.