The next day, James and Henry were working in the Blue Mountain Quarry. They worked ominously and slowly, until Peter Sam puffed over with some empty trucks.
"Ah, Peter Sam!" James sighed happily. "You're here!"
"Yes, I am!" The little green engine squeaked cheerfully. "When am I not here?" He added with a wink.
"You have the slate truck in place, right?" Henry asked with excitement.
"I do! It's right over there," Peter Sam looked over to a siding, where a truck sat filled with what looked like sawdust.
"Are you sure this plan is going to work, my friend?" James asked his big green companion.
"I'm sure," the latter reassured. "That Diesel will learn his lesson!"
"What is that stuff anyway?" James asked curiously.
"Dualin, the foreman had a truck he could spare just for us." Henry smiled evilly, something James didn't think was capable of the green engine, at least in his older days. He wanted to say it, but thought that a surprise would be better.
"Let's just say that…that truck is going to…retribute, all over ol' Bowler when he arrives," Henry ended ominously. James couldn't help but chuckle in excitement and laughter.
"I can't wait!" He giggled quietly. "That'll show that smelly Diesel a thing or two! Disgusting!"
"Despicable!" Added Henry with sneer.
"Disgraceful!" They finished together. Just then, a long diesel horn entered the yard.
"Here he comes!" James gasped. "Peter Sam, you know what to do, yes?" Henry reassured.
"And you promise you won't tell anyone about my special funnel incident?" Peter Sam compromised anxiously.
"Promise," the tender engines assured, before puffing away to hide behind the gravel crusher.
The Diesel entered the yard, slowly, with a big, friendly smile on his face. "Hello Peter Sam!" He tooted gleefully. "Am I all set to go to work?"
"Uh…yes…umm…" The little green engine stammered as he looked back to Henry and James, and hoped that the now friendly diesel wouldn't notice. The two tender engines sharply signaled for him to continue, and Peter Sam reluctantly did so.
"There's a truck filled with… sawdust… right over there," Peter Sam instructed nervously. "Would you mind taking it to the Waste Dump for me?" He asked gingerly, with the most uncomfortable smile he had ever given in his existence.
Just then…
"Hello, Diesel," Skarloey greeted kindly as he joined the conversation. "Rheneas needs help with his long train, would you help him please?" He requested, seemingly ignoring the amount of discomfort on Peter Sam's face.
"Of course, Skarloey!" the Diesel offered with joy. "Bye Peter Sam! I'm sorry I can't help you at the moment," He apologized, mournfully, as he backed out of the siding with Skarloey following.
"Don't worry, Peter Sam," the old leader said. "Paxton here can help you with the sawdust," and he gestured to the other friendly green diesel.
"Hi Peter Sam!" Paxton tooted. "I'll take this truck off your buffers!" He said, buffering up to the truck.
"Uh oh…" Henry and James whispered from their corner, before sneaking out of their hiding place and racing out the quarry as fast as they could, unnoticed by anyone.
Peter Sam gasped in horror as Paxton puffed out of the quarry, followed by…
BAM!
Poor Paxton lay on top of rocks that had been blasted out of the quarry wall, completely battered and dented, though not very injured, with a more than furious Duncan sitting on top of him. Luckily, the quarry alarm had sounded, covering the Scottish engine's colorful language.
"I'm alright," Paxton coughed, spraying black soot everywhere. Before a pebble landed hard on his now dented frames. "Ow…"
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Poor Paxton! I felt really bad about his accident in the BMM prologue, so I got inspired and put a remake in this chapter. So much for retribution...
Hope you all liked this one! More to come! :)