Moral: the importance of helping others/you can't always do the jobs you like best
Short Synopsis: in summertime, the engines enjoy taking passengers to see the sights of Sodor…with the help of The Red Balloon, which eventually becomes a popular tourist attraction amongst summer vacationers. Luckily, Sir Topham Hatt is able to take this into fruition by scheduling Oliver to take the workmen in Isabel and Dulcie for a routine maintenance check of the Little Western branch line. Oliver become jealous when his passengers get to ride in The Red Balloon instead. However, when the passengers run into danger with the Balloon, Oliver is able to save the day all in a nick of time!, Oliver is able to save the day all in a nick of time!
(Scene starts with Thomas passes by the field with Annie and Clarabel and whistles at Duck passing by on the other side with Alice and Mirabel, the children waving at them both)
The summer holiday season had arrived on the Island of Sodor. Vacationers had journeyed from far and wide to see the many beautiful sights that the Island had to offer. From sandy yellow beaches with glimmering ocean views…
(Emily pulls Annie and Clarabel by the beach, as seagulls fly over against the ocean waves)
…to lake towns and harbor sides with all their splendor and views of ships and boats out at sea…
(Oliver pulls Isabel and Dulcie through Arlesburgh, whistling at Skiff as he leaves Skiff's Railboat Tours, before scene shifts to Toby with Henrietta passing Percy with a passenger train at Pirate's Cove)
…and especially many hills and cliffsides; caves and caverns, and much, much more. The engines would often keep busy, dropping off and picking up more passengers from station to station, ready for their day's journey about the sights of Sodor. However, they would also sometimes forget about the possibility of other attractions. Rails and roads weren't the only options for railway transport. Every year, Sir Topham Hatt would arrange for a Red Hot Air Balloon to help take vacationers around the Island. As a tourist attraction, it caught the attention of more and more visitors each year, as the engines constantly reminded themselves, whilst taking passengers to and from Dryaw Airfield.
Thomas: (whistling, as he pulls into Dryaw platform) Hello, Bertie.
Bertie: Hello, Thomas. Care for a race this morning? After all, you have won twice in a row this week, haven't you?
Thomas: I'm sorry, Bertie. Not today. It's the beginning of the summer season, and we engines are very busy with the passenger load.
Bertie: (chuckles) I was only joking, Thomas. I can't race either. I have to wait to wait for these workmen, you know. They're here to set up the hot air balloon. But I guess that means I win then, eh?
Thomas: (chuckles) I guess so, Bertie. (watches as James whistles and pulls in on the platform across)
James: Hello, you two. You'll never believe how many passengers I've have aboard the train. The summer holidays have kicked in and I believe I have carried more passengers than any other engine.
Bertie: (cheekily) Oh, that so, James? Well, I guess that can be very useful indeed as compared to…hmm…I don't know…(smugly)…taking workmen to set up the hot air balloon?
James: Huh! I guess you're right, Bertie. But in the end, we engines could carry just as many passengers as any hot air balloon would. (his guard's whistle blows) In fact, that's the reason for how much I admire such an attraction, especially since we're both red after all. (whistles and chuffs away)
As James left the station, he watched as the hot air balloon rose gradually up into the sky. He was always pleased at this sort of sight, and Thomas and Bertie watched back in amazement as the balloon rose overhead, before continuing to their passenger duties.
The balloon could be seen by everyone on the Island of Sodor. Pretty soon, it made its way in sight of the Little Western branch line. Duck and Oliver could view it very well from a far distance over at a top station, whilst running their passenger train. Duck recognized it at once.
Duck: (gasps) My! Well, I never! (chuckles) Will you look at that, Alice and Mirabel? It's the hot air balloon from Dryaw airfield.
Oliver: (confused) The what?
Duck: The hot air balloon. Sir Topham Hatt arranges it as a summer attraction every year to help take vacationers around the Island. Isn't it a fine sight?
Oliver: A fine sight? If it takes out passengers away? Are you serious, Duck?
Isabel: (chuckles) Cool your pistons there, Oliver. It surely can't be that bad.
Dulcie: Indeed, Isabel. We still have our carriages full after all.
Duck: You see, Oliver. Even your own coaches don't mind the idea of using another system of transport. Besides, that's the whole point behind using having vacationers on Sodor.
Oliver: Still, I believe Isabel and Dulcie both understand that they're best moving on their own wheels as long as they're journeying out with me. Taking passengers around the Island is an engine's job, not some floating basket propelled by, of all things, hot air around it.
(Donald and Douglas whistle as they pass through with a goods train)
Donald: (chuckles, jokingly) Are you sure the only one full of hot air isn't you, Oliver?
Douglas: Aye! Wouldn't you know? A windbag propelled by steam.
Duck: (chuckles) Don't mind them, Oliver. Donald and Douglas are practical jokers at heart.
Oliver: Huh! But to think that I don't know what I'm talking about.
(Duck and Oliver whistle at each other as they leaves the station. Scene continues along the view the Little Western)
Throughout the course of the day, the winds died down and the balloon flew down at lower altitude, Oliver could often see it overhead as he chuffed about the branch line.
Oliver: (scoffing, while looking up at the Balloon) Huh! Who wants to ride in hot air around this time of year anyway?
Isabel
And (cheekily) Perhaps the passengers do, Oliver.
Dulcie:
Oliver: (rolls his eyes) Pah!
Oliver was an engine who tended to grumble to a degree on a very rare occasion. But deep down, he was well and truly concerned about the hot-air balloon taking over the job he liked best.
That evening, Sir Topham Hatt came to Arlesburgh Shed. He found that Duck, Oliver and Douglas had made it back all in good time, but the engines were rather concerned.
Douglas: Um, begging your pardon, sir, but where is Donald?
Topham: (sighs) I'm afraid Donald is need of repairs and must report to the SteamWorks to be mended. It will take a day's job, but that doesn't mean there isn't plenty of work to keep you three busy. Douglas, you think you can handle the goods traffic until your twin returns?
Douglas: No problem, sir.
Topham: Excellent. Donald usually does a routine maintenance check with the workmen every week, and I'm going to need an engine to do the job in his place.
He paused impressively, and then made his decision.
Topham: Ahem…Oliver? (Oliver gasps in shock and looks over) I hope you won't mind doing the maintenance work along the branch line.
Oliver: But…but…what about my passengers, sir?
Topham: Oh, that's easy. Tourist attractions are usually popular these days, so I've arranged for the Hot Air Balloon to take vacationers around the Island in your place. (Oliver groans) As the passengers take it in turns, Duck will make sure that the rest of them are looked after.
Duck: Yes, sir.
Topham: But it doesn't take four coaches to carry as many more as you'll be taking, Duck, so Isabel will go with Oliver, and Dulcie were be carrying passengers along with Alice and Mirabel.
Oliver: (surprised) My coaches, sir? Separated?
Topham: You only need one coach to carry the workmen, Oliver. Not two. Besides, they take it in turns to go out with Donald every week. (sighs) Well, much to do, and some much to see in the day's work that follows. I'd find it best if you three had gotten a good night's rest for that matter, as should I. (turns and walks away)
Oliver wasn't very happy about having to give his passengers away. He and Duck were very good friends and had much in common with passengers and coaches, but he never thought his passengers would instead get to ride in a balloon of all things.
The next morning, Oliver was still grumbling as he brought Isabel to the platform at Tidmouth Station. But the workmen hadn't arrived yet. Duck arrived with Alice, Mirabel and Dulcie. All of the passengers were asked to report to Duck's platform, as Sir Topham Hatt had a special announcement.
Duck: (whistling) Good morning, Oliver.
Oliver: (sighs, grumbly) As you've probably noticed by now, Duck, it ISN'T a good morning for me.
Duck: (confused) What's gotten into you?
Oliver: You know very well what. Having to do silly maintenance checks while my passengers get to ride in that ridiculous thing Sir Topham Hatt calls an attraction.
Then, the Balloon came rising down into the station, landing in the field nearby.
(The passengers gasp and chatter in awe and amazement. Oliver rolls his eyes and looks away. Sir Topham Hatt stands on a podium)
Topham: Ahem…quite, everyone. Please. Now, I guess you're wondering why I called you all to this platform. Well, it seems that one of my engines is in need of repairs and I've taken a very popular choice for a summer attraction into thought. So, you will all take it in turns today to either ride with Duck to see the sights of the branch line from the ground, or ride in a well-known personal favorite: the Hot Air Balloon to take over the view of the line and beyond. (passengers chatter in excitement) So, as my very special treat, the stationmaster and I will be offering each of you…a 50% discount off for both options of transport as your day progresses!
(The passengers all gasp in surprise and astonishment, and so Duck and Oliver, only Oliver expresses it more resentfully)
Stationmaster: (to the chattering passengers) Grab your tickets to the booth over there, thank you very much.
Conductor: (as the passengers rush to the ticket window) Two tickets for one! 50% off! Buy one, get one free!
The station was in quite a bustle that morning. Duck felt quite fascinated by it, but Oliver was rather impatient as the workmen arrived.
Oliver: (whistles loudly) All aboard! Come on now! Hurry up!
The workmen were rather surprised, but would rather be hurried as the foreman cleared their way aboard the train one-by-one. As the guard's whistle blew, Oliver was ready to go.
Routine maintenance usually took all morning long during it's weekly schedule, which made sense for Oliver's coaches to maintain availability in turns since the levels of passengers increased throughout the day. As the workmen constantly inspected the track on their route, Oliver tried to make the best of an unexpected situation for himself, but the more he saw the Red Balloon, the more left out he became.
Oliver: (sighs) It's just not fair, is it, Isabel? Duck gets to take passengers around our line on his usual route, while the rest of our passengers get to see the whole Island from the air. The longer this keeps up, I don't think they'll find out much uses for us trains and rolling stock. Do you?
Isabel: (sighs, sternly) Enough of your complaining, Oliver. Honestly. You don't know how lucky you are. Dulcie and I take it in turns to follow this procedure with every week with the workmen, and you don't see us complaining.
(Douglas whistles, stopping at the signal on the opposite track as the workmen work over from checking his track and begin boarding Isabel)
Douglas: (firmly) Aye! Me twin does it every week too and I have extra freight to carry in that time. (raising an eyebrow) You don't see us complaining either, do ya?
Oliver: Well, there's a huge difference there, Douglas. You have most responsibility over our trucks, while Duck and I have a position to keep up by looking after our passengers. What good is that if Sir Topham Hatt's just going to give them away to some silly balloon?
Douglas: It's how railway transport works, Oliver. Sir Topham Hatt's arranging summer attractions to help us engines.
Oliver: Rubbish! Every engine knows that delivering passengers is their job, and all the passengers should know that as well.
Douglas: (jokingly) Oh, really? (looking up at the Balloon) Try to telling that to the passengers then.
(Oliver rolls his eyes, and whistles and chuffs away after the guard's whistle, leaving Douglas with a smug expression on his face)
Oliver just ignored Douglas and went on his way. He and the workmen had a few more stops to make before he was all done with the job.
Isabel: In all honesty, Oliver, I believe Douglas has made a very valid point. Besides, every engine has to do a job they don't like at some point.
Oliver: Maybe you're right, Isabel. Better still though, we'd best be careful. We'd wouldn't our passengers to return our return tickets for a ride home in hot air now, would we?
Isabel: (sighs, chuckling slightly) Oh, Oliver. The things you come up with sometimes.
Oliver: It's no joke! I'm being serious. The more Sir Topham Hatt arranges for these offers with our passengers, the less they'll be able to see of the branch line that we take pride in running.
Oliver was certain that he knew what he was talking about, but Isabel didn't know how to convince him otherwise.
By the time they reached returned to Tidmouth Station, Bertie was there, ready to take the workmen home.
(The workmen board Bertie and he honks and zooms away)
Just then, Duck arrived too to drop off and pick up passengers.
Duck: (surprised) Oh, hello again, Oliver. (chuckles) Did you enjoy doing routine maintenance then?
Oliver: (sighs) Actually, Duck, it wasn't that bad of a job. Hopefully Dulcie can have ours back soon. It's more than likely that will Sir Topham Hatt will use this discount he's offered to apply for both us engines and our coaches. I guarantee it.
But unfortunately, Oliver was wrong. The stationmaster came up to speak to him.
Stationmaster: Oh, there you are, Oliver. I have an important message to deliver from Sir Topham Hatt. He wants you to help Douglas out with the extra goods traffic on the branch line.
Oliver: (disappointedly) Goods, sir?
Stationmaster: Yes, Oliver. Apparently, it usually takes both twins to handle so many trucks, so you're the most available engine we can spare until Donald is repaired. Run along now and just leave Isabel in the yard. Toad will be waiting for you to hitch him up to your trucks. (walks away)
Oliver: (groans) I hope Donald is repaired soon. That way, Isabel and I can have our passengers back.
Duck: You can't always do the jobs you like best, Oliver. You and I go learn that all the time from handling those silly trucks.
Isabel: I've told him that.
Oliver: Huh! Easy for you to say, Duck. You actually get to keep your passengers. I had to give mine up to that silly thing Sir Topham Hatt calls an attraction.
Duck: Every job on our branch line is important, Oliver, no matter how small one may be.
As the two friends left the station, Oliver was beginning to wonder whether or not Duck could be right. But he still couldn't get over the thought that the Balloon would attract more passengers and put him and his coaches out of service.
By the time Oliver returned Isabel to the yard, he felt a bit better. He always glad to work with his faithful brake van Toad.
Toad: Good to be of service, Mr. Oliver. (confused) But whatever happened to your passengers?
Oliver: (sighs) Long story, Toad. (as he shunts him to the trucks) Come on, now. What's important that we run this train all in good time.
(Douglas whistles as he pulls in with trucks)
Toad: Hello, Mr. Douglas.
Douglas: Oh, hello, Toad. You and Oliver taking a train out then?
Oliver: (sighs) That's right, Douglas. Obviously, Sir Topham Hatt couldn't give me anything better to do with my passengers being taken away.
Douglas: I'm glad you're here to help, Oliver, but just remember what I told you about railway transport.
Oliver: Pah! (whistles as he pulls away)
Isabel: Good luck, Oliver. And don't worry. You and I will out on that line again very soon.
Oliver could only hope that Isabel was right. As they pulled out of the yard, Toad decided to find out what was wrong with him.
Toad: Uh, begging your pardon, Mr. Oliver, but things don't seem to be going too well for you from my perspective. Is something wrong?
Oliver: It's pretty simple, Toad. Donald has been sent to the SteamWorks for repairs and we have to help Douglas with the goods traffic in his place, while my passengers get to ride in some hot air balloon.
Toad: (confused) Hmm? (remembering) Oh, right. I've heard of the Hot Air Balloon. One of Sir Topham Hatt's summer tourist attractions, right? I believe we've seen it flying in the sky every summer now.
Oliver: Yes, Toad. And he's offering a discount for both a ride in the balloon as well as Duck's passenger train.
Toad: Oh, well, it must be a very special offer on their part.
Oliver: Huh! Well, it doesn't seem to be very sagacious to me. Passengers are better off riding in coaches in my opinion.
Toad didn't know what else to say, but luckily he didn't have to, as the usual route along the Little Western branch line couldn't help but brighten Oliver's spirits. The countryside was beautiful all around; birds sang as they flew against the sunshine and the trees stood tall in sight for Oliver's view. But, unfortunately, everywhere he passed through, the Red Balloon flew high over in plain sight.
(Oliver watches in dissatisfaction as the passengers look over from the Balloon in awe and wave across)
Oliver: (snorts) Huh! They're all having the time of their lives, aren't they?
But Oliver couldn't stay cross for long, as he chuffed along the usual sights of his line. Crossing over Three Tier Bridge led them by the lake, the sun glimmered against it's reflection. From Tidmouth Beach…
(Oliver and Toad pass through the cave at Tidmoth Beach and pass by the seaside)
…before they made their first delivery at the station by the Hault…
(Oliver and Toad pass through Tidmouth Tunnel and stop by station at Tidmouth Hault before carrying on again)
…over Bulgy's bridge…
(Oliver and Toad pass over Bulgy's Bridge, before heading towards Haultraugh)
…and then into Haultraugh for their next delivery. Duck was there as passengers got on and off the train.
Duck: How are you holding up now, Oliver?
Oliver: Doing just fine, Duck. I haven't seen much of the Balloon, though I still miss my passengers.
Toad: Begging your pardon, Mr. Duck, but Oliver and I did enjoy the sights along our usual route.
Duck: Oh. I see.
Oliver: (sighs) Yes, thank you, Toad. I did. It couldn't help but clear my smokebox, so to speak. (chuckles slightly)
Dulcie: That's the spirit, Oliver. Now what did Isabel and I tell you, eh?
Alice: Don't worry, Oliver.
Mirabel: Yes. Just be glad that you and Toad are still making good time, just like we are with Duck.
Duck: (chuckles) Always count on our faithful coaches to boost up our confidence level. Right, Oliver?
Oliver: (as Duck's guard's whistle blow) I guess you can say so, Duck. I'm glad at least you and the coaches are having fun, even my job may seem not so as important.
Duck: (whistles) All of our jobs are equally important, Oliver. Just remember that. (chuffs away with his coaches)
(Toad's guard blows his whistle and Oliver whistles as he leaves the station)
Deep down, Oliver knew that Duck could be right after all.
The next part of the line took Oliver and Toad back along the coastal run by Bluff's Cove. From a distance, Toad could see his good friend the whale, whom he and Oliver had rescued from being stranded on the beach.
(the whale calls out from the seas and jumps over and back in)
Toad: (excitedly) Hey, look, Mr. Oliver. It's that whale from the beach. Can't you ever forget the time we came to it's aid?
Oliver: (sighs, calmly sarcastic) No, Toad. As a matter of fact, I can't.
Toad: What's the matter with you today, Mr. Oliver? Your tone of voice seems a little striking as far as I'm concerned.
Oliver: You know deep down why I'm not my usual self today, Toad. Hopefully, tomorrow with Donald being fixed and all, I'll actually have my passengers back.
Toad: You know, Mr. Oliver, when things don't turn out the way that I would have hoped, I usually try to think of something nicer. Like carrying out a good deed; being a friend when they need you. And the longer you think about that time we rescued the whale, the better you may feel.
(Oliver sighs and rolls his eyes and he carries on, making his delivery by the junction at Arlesburgh West and then heads towards the harbor)
By the time Oliver reached Arleburgh Harbor, he felt much better, for the beautiful scenery of the quayside and lake towns would set the mood for any engine in distress. But even then, Oliver would the Red Balloon looming overhead, showing passengers the lovely sight of the harbor.
Oliver: Well, look what decided to make onto our route, Toad?
Toad: Just an observation, Mr. Oliver: I think the Balloon is lovely, and most likely as much of an interesting sight as the harbor itself.
Oliver: Pah!
Oliver arrived at the top station of the harbor. The men were still on their way over, but Oliver was only slightly more patient than before.
Oliver: (sighs) Well, Toad, at least the visual grandeur of Arlesburgh will help us to pass the time, don't you think?
Toad: Quite so, Mr. Oliver.
The workmen had just arrived at the platform and began to get ready for the unloading process, when they all saw the Balloon rising down from the air.
Oliver: (curiously) Hey, why's that thing descending towards the ground?
Toad: I don't know, Mr. Oliver. I'm quite concerned myself.
The passengers inside the basket grew worried. The balloon pilot called out across to the station.
Pilot: Our engine's slowing down! We've run out of hot air.
Stationmaster: (gasps, as the Balloon descends towards the tracks) Oh, no!
Toad: Look out, Mr. Oliver!
Oliver: Whoa!
The Balloon drifted down towards the ground and landed right on the tracks. Oliver shut his eyes in shock. By the time he opened them, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Oliver: (as the balloon blows towards him and back) Blisters and ballast trucks! It's on our track, Toad!
Toad: I know, Mr. Oliver!
Neither of them wished to think about what was going to happen next when…
PEEP-PEEP! PEEP-PEEP! (two-tone whistle)
Oliver: (gasps) Oh, no! It's Douglas! The balloon basket is on his track.
Toad: What are we going to do, Mr. Oliver?!
The passengers all panicked as the pilot attempted to settle them down and look for his keys. Meanwhile, Douglas was chuffing steadily by the quayside with his goods train. The top station was right around the bend, and Toad's guard got out to wave him down with his warning flag.
Guard: Stop, Douglas! Stop!
Douglas: (gasps in horror as he sees the balloon blow over and under in sight) Oh, dear! Oh, my!
Douglas' driver let off steam and steadily applied the brakes, but Douglas had gone so fast that he knew he'd never stop in time.
Toad: We must do something, Mr. Oliver! The passengers are in danger!
Oliver: I think I've got an idea.
Pilot: (pushing in the right key) I've got it!
Oliver: (edging forward) No, sir! Everyone stand back!
The passengers gasped back in surprise as Oliver edged quickly forward towards the balloon. Douglas had set his brakes real hard but the train was getting nearer and nearer. As fast as he could, Oliver wheeshed steam into the balloon as it blew slowly back towards him… (Douglas shuts his eyes with his wheels gripping tightly as he nears the station to the once-again moving Balloon) …and sent it flying gradually back up again… (Douglas slowly comes to a halt and opens his eyes in surprise, just as the balloon files up and over his track) …just in time.
Douglas: Phew! What in the name of Sodor has happened just now?!
Oliver was rather embarrassed, but Douglas was aware of his course of actions, and so was Toad.
Toad: You saved our passengers, Mr. Oliver, and the Balloon as well.
Oliver: Now, that wasn't meant to happen, Toad. It was blowing right in my direction, so I thought of the passengers first of course. I couldn't let them risk them being placed in a hospital, or even…well, you know… you see…
Douglas: (sighs) We know, Oliver. I'm just glad to have stopped in time. And ya did a grand thing too. The vacationers would've probably had a worse accident than me. (whistles and chuffs away, as Oliver sighs a sad expression)
Soon, the men had finished unloading, and Oliver was on his way again. But throughout the rest of the day, he still felt shocked about the balloon incident. By the end of the afternoon, he had returned Toad to the yard, and spoke very kindly to him.
Oliver: (sighs) Thanks for your all help today, Toad. Working with a friend like you helped to keep my mind off certain things, and I am very sorry for the mess we got into.
Toad: But, Mr. Oliver, you did a very brave thing today. You rescued your own passengers, and it wasn't easy for you judging from the balloon preventing you from doing the job you enjoyed most.
Oliver: It was easy, as a matter of fact, Toad. I couldn't just leave our dear vacationers stranded in peril. Who knows what might've happened?
Toad couldn't agree, and Oliver, now feeling a bit more pleased with himself, headed back to the sheds. When he got there, he was surprised to hear a chorus of cheers and whistles.
Oliver,
Donald and Hooray for Oliver! (whistle loudly and cheer)
Douglas:
Oliver: (gasps) For me?
Douglas: Aye! Ya saved the passengers, and all in a nick of time.
Duck: Very useful from where I'm standing.
Even Donald, who had just returned from the SteamWorks was proud of him.
Donald: I was happy to hear of your heroic act today, Oliver. And I thank ye for looking after my trucks.
Oliver: Oh, well, no problem.
Just then, Sir Topham Hatt walked over. He smiled when he saw Oliver.
Topham: You were very brave today, Oliver. I was most please to be informed of your heroism. You saved a group of stranded vacationers in a time where the pilot couldn't necessarily evacuate the balloon in time. I am very proud of you.
Oliver: Oh, well, thank you, sir. I was glad to have come to their rescue after all.
Topham: What's more, Oliver, is that you've not only learnt that every engine must conform to a job they don't like the best, but you've also realized the importance of helping others. You and your coaches will be back pulling passengers again first thing tomorrow morning.
Oliver: Mmm, the importance of helping others. Something I've learnt…by accident, you might say.
(Duck, Donald, Douglas, Oliver and Sir Topham Hatt laugh as the scene zooms out over the sheds)
The next morning, Duck and Oliver were both back at work with their coaches. The engines took passengers to and from Tidmouth Station, where the Balloon picked up another group of vacationers each time. The trains ran smoothly and the Balloon took the passengers over many beautiful sights. Isabel and Dulcie spoke kindly to Oliver.
Dulcie: It's good to have you back, Oliver.
Oliver: It's good to be back, Dulcie. I got on just fine with the support of my dear brake van Toad as well as Isabel.
Isabel: That's the spirit. What did I tell, Oliver? Sooner or later, the three of us would be back at it together once more in no time.
Oliver: You did inform me very well of that fact, Isabel, and for that, I thank you very much. I've learnt a great deal about attending to a friend in need whenever the time calls, and I know I did the right thing. Perhaps balloons aren't that bad after all. Besides, they will have a ride home in a train.
(Oliver, Isabel and Dulcie chuckle as they continue on along the Little Western, the Balloon flying overhead)
And Oliver had to admit that the Hot Air Balloon was a splendid sight after all. Every time, he passed it, he would whistle happily at it, having grown accustomed to the idea of summer tourist attractions after all. And as the sun set over Arlesburgh Harbor, Oliver and Duck would often watch the Balloon roll silently through the sky. It would often the perfect ending for a very busy day, especially for Oliver, as seeing the Balloon in sight made him happiest of all.
Up Next...Diesel Slips Up
Moral: overconfidence can get the better of you/it takes time to learn the ropes
Short Synopsis: Duck and Diesel express contrasting views on handling coaches, and everyone agrees with Duck. Devious Diesel plots his revenge by causing an accident for Duck among the trucks and as a consequence, he is held responsible for Duck's work as well as his own. Diesel, dismissing advice, handles the trucks well, but knows nothing about slip coaches...and causes confusion and delay among the passengers!