Episode 20

Due to Henry having a streak, I split this one. Gordon will tell about his whistle and Henry will tell about the time he sneezed on some boys.

Hey, it's me, Gordon again. I shall tell about when I had trouble with my whistle and Henry about his sneeze.

I was cross.

"Why should Henry have a new shape?", I grumbled "A shape good enough for me is good enough for him. He goes gallivanting off, leaving us to do his work and comes back saying how happy he feels. It's disgraceful. And there's another thing: Henry whistles too much. No respectable engine whistles loudly at stations. It isn't wrong, but we just don't do it.". I knew there was no rule about it, but didn't think it was a proper thing to do. Henry and Percy were present when I said that. I saw their reaction to what I said. Henry filled me in on the parts I missed.

Poor Henry didn't feel happy anymore.

"Never mind", whispered Percy. "I'm glad you're home again. I like your whistling."

"Good-bye, Henry", I called to my friend. "We're glad to have you with us again. But remember what I said.".

Later, Henry stopped at Edward's station, as he told me later.

"Hello, Henry", said Edward. "You look splendid. I was pleased to hear your whistle yesterday."

"Thanks, Edward", smiled Henry. While at Edward's station, Henry heard my whistle. "Shh, shh. Can you hear something?"

"It sounds like Gordon", said Edward. "And it ought to be Gordon. But Gordon never whistles like that."

It was me. I came rushing down the hill at a tremendous rate. I didn't look at Henry and I didn't look at Edward. I screamed straight through the station and disappeared.

"Well", said Edward.

"It isn't wrong", chuckled Henry. "But we just don't do it.".

And he told Edward what I had said. Meanwhile, I screeched along the line. The noise was awful. At the station, everyone covered their ears. Sir Topham Hatt covered his ears, too.

"Take him away!" he bellowed. "And stop that noise!" Sir Topham Hatt disliked my loud whistle. I had a problem that made me keep whistling.

I puffed sadly away. But I wouldn't stop whistling until two fitters climbed up and knocked my whistle valve in place. That made me feel better. I've got a loud whistle, which is why they were so bothered by my issues.

That night, I slunk into the shed. I was glad it was empty. But Henry came and joined me after a time.

"It isn't wrong", murmured Henry to no one in particular. "But we just don't do it." Now, I turn this over to my friend Henry, as he'll tell you about his sneezing on some boys.

Hey, it's me, Henry and the next part of this story's mine to tell, as my good friend said. No one mentioned whistles. Next morning, I was enjoying myself enormously.

"I feel so well, I feel so well", I sang.

"Trickety-trock, trickety-trock", hummed my coaches. Then, I saw some boys on a bridge. I thought they might be fans wanting to see me in my new shape.

"Peep peep! Hello", I whistled. They just threw stones. "Ohh", I called. The boys didn't wave and take my number. They thought it fun to drop stones on me instead. They were cheeky in a very bad way.

"They've broken our glass, they've broken our glass", said the coaches. The passengers weren't hurt, but they were cross. My coaches were angry at the boys. I wasn't pleased either at their despicable behavior.

"Call the police!". The passengers wanted the police to handle the boys, but Driver had another plan.

"No", said Driver. "Leave it to Henry and me."

"What will you do?", they asked. This led to the following conversation, which I later found out about.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes, yes,"

"Well, then", said Driver. "Henry is going to sneeze at those boys.".

Lots of people were at the station before the bridge. They wanted to see what would happen.

"Henry has plenty of ashes", said Driver. "Please keep all windows shut until we have passed the bridge. Henry is excited as we are. Aren't you, old fellow?"

I felt more stuffed up than excited. My funnel was clogged and I had trouble breathing. Soon, we could see the boys. And they all had stones.

"Are you ready, Henry?", said Driver. "Sneeze hard when I tell you." "Now", he said, when the time for me to sneeze my ashes on the boys came.

"ACHOO-SHOO!" I sneezed at the boys, covering them with ashes.

"Well done, Henry", laughed Driver.

I went home, hoping the next time I saw Gordon and those boys, they would have learned not to be so mean.

A/N This was based on Gordon's Whistle and Henry's Sneeze, so I thought the respective engines should each tell their part.