Trevor: It's the bees.
Michael Angelis: Laughed Trevor.
Trevor: They're all in these boxy things called beehives. I'm taking them to the station. The vicar says his bees make good honey and he's giving some of them to his friends.
Michael Angelis: Just then, BoCo the diesel engine hummed in.
BoCo: Take care you two. Don't make the bees angry. They might sting you.
Michael Angelis: James didn't like being told what to do by a diesel and he buzzed away.
BoCo: Goodbye, Trevor.
Michael Angelis: Called BoCo and set off to see Duck at the next station.
BoCo: They nearly made my eyes pop out. Edward soon put a stop in their games.
BoCo: A good name.
Michael Angelis: Replied BoCo.
BoCo: Their terrors when the start buzzing around.
Michael Angelis: James bustled in.
James: What's that, Duck?
Michael Angelis: He snorted.
James: Are you afraid of bees? They're only insects after all, so don't let that buzz box diesel tell you different.
Duck: His name is BoCo, and he didn't. We...
James: I wouldn't care.
Michael Angelis: Interrupted James.
James: If hundreds were swarming around. I'd just blow smoke and make them buzz off.
Duck: Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Michael Angelis: Retorted Duck.
Michael Angelis: The passengers were excited and keened to get on board. The platform was crowded and the porter was in a hurry.
Porter: Mind your backs!
Michael Angelis: He shouted. Then there was trouble. The beehive fell and broke open. The station cleared like magic. James heard a familiar buzzing. The bees were too cold to be cross. So they buzzed around the fireman hoping he'd mend their hive. But he didn't understand, nor did his driver.
Pippi: Duck down!
Tommy: Annika, keep get down so the bees won't sting you!
Michael Angelis: So the bees turned to James. His boiler was nice and warm.
James: Buzz off! Buzz off!
Michael Angelis: Hissed James. One bee burnt its foot.
Bee: Ooh! Aah! Phew! Phew!
Michael Angelis: The bee thought James had burnt him on purpose. So it stung James right back on the nose.
(Doink!)
James: Eeeeeeeeeeee!
Michael Angelis: Whistled James. He had had enough.
Michael Angelis: They didn't notice till too late that they had left all their coaches behind. They tried everything to get rid of the bees. First they spun on the turntable to no avail. They tried washing them off but the bees clung harder to James' warm boiler. Then they tried smoking them off by going through a long tunnel. But still the bees wouldn't go away.
Driver: It's no good, James.
Michael Angelis: Said his driver.
Driver: We'll just have to get back to the orchard and fetch another hive.
Michael Angelis: James' reply was drowned by the sound of buzzing. The Vicar was waiting anxiously for James. When he arrived, the bees swarm straight into their new home.
Driver: Come on, James.
Michael Angelis: Said his driver.
Driver: What you need now is a good hosedown.
Vicar: Thank you for saving my bees.
Michael Angelis: He said.
Vicar: It's the pity it's not Christmas, then we can call you James the Red-Nosed Engine.
Michael Angelis: Everyone laughed even James. But instead, they decided to call James "The Bees Knees", which means they thought he was more useful than ever.