Tom Clements: In the sheep feild, little lambs wondered around in the tracks and some engines won't get thought.
Tom Clements: After the night, the wind have blown the little tree down on the road.
Tom Clements: After the strange children have finished. Is time for Pippi, Tommy, and Annika to do Percy sorting out before is time for a Very Strange Kids.
The Fat Controller: And sorting out is was a harbor.
Percy: In you go, Pippi, Tommy, and Annika.
Tom Clements: Said Percy.
Percy: This should be trouble with Bulstrode.
Pippi: Who's Bulstrode?
Tom Clements: Pippi, Tommy, and Annika went into Percy and set off to the harbor while his driver explain to them.
Driver: Bulstrode is disagreeable barge. He never stops complaining.
Michael Angelis: His driver was right about Bulstrode. Today, the barge was more bad temper than ever.
Bulstrode: Come on! Come on! Why aren't you trucks where you should be?
Trucks: There's no engine, and we can only go where we put!
Michael Angelis: Shouted the trucks.
Trucks: You're in the wrong place, not us!
Michael Angelis: When Percy arrived, Bulstrode was sulking and the trucks were crosser still.
Trucks: Our stone is for Bulstrode. Please put us in a siding so that we can load him up and be rid of him.
Michael Angelis: But the trucks were being careless. As Percy was lining them up, they burst through some buffers.
Trucks: Help! Help!
Michael Angelis: They wailed. But it was too late.
(Percy pushes the trucks one by one on top of Bulstrode and is left horrified)
Tommy: Oh my, goodness!
Bulstrode: Oof!
Michael Angelis: Cried Bulstrode.
Bulstrode: I'm sinking!
Trucks: Serves you right!
Michael Angelis: Giggled the trucks.
Trucks: You're always barging in and moaning.
Michael Angelis: It took a very long time to clear the mess.
Tom Clements: Percy, Pippi, Tommy, and Annika watched as Bulstrode was tow and set off to the beach.
Workmen: There you are.
Michael Angelis: Said the workmen.
Workmen: Now you just stay here. Children can play you all day and at long last you'll be useful.