A/N This is another Percy episode, A Scarf for Percy, so my rule says he tells it.
Hey, it's me, Percy. This time, I shall tell of when I wanted a scarf.
It was a cold winter's morning on the Island of Sodor. The wind was bitter and the ground hard with frost. Thomas and I were cold and cross.
"All I want is a warm boiler", huffed Thomas. "Firelighter know that. He's late."
"He's not late," I replied. "The cold weather woke us up early."
Gusts of wind swirled flakes of snow towards Thomas. Then, they swooshed around me, too.
"Why don't we talk about something else?" I shivered.
"Yes. Like how silly we'll look when our funnels turn into icicles."
"That's not funny. Maybe we'll stop feeling cold if we talk about warm things- like sunshine and steam."
"And firelighters," muttered Thomas.
"Scarves!" I continued.
"Scarves?! That's what you need, Percy. A wooly scarf around your funnel."
Thomas was only teasing, but I thought happily about scarves until the firelighter came. Sir Topham Hatt was enjoying hot porridge for breakfast. He was looking forward to taking important visitors on a tour of the railway and had pressed his special trousers. I found that out later.
"I shall put them in my trunk," Sir Topham Hatt said to his wife. "And change into them just before the photographs are taken."
Then he set off to catch his train. I was now working hard. My fire was burning nicely and I had plenty of steam, but I still thought about scarves. I saw them everywhere I went. It was a cold day, so the people were wearing them.
"My funnel's cold! My funnel's cold! I want a scarf! I want a scarf!"
"Rubbish, Percy," said Henry. "Engines don't wear scarves."
"Engines with proper funnels do," I replied . "You've only got a small one." I was feeling cheeky in that moment.
Before Henry could answer, I puffed away. Henry snorted. He was looking forward to pulling the special train. It was time for the photographs. Everyone was excited. Sir Topham Hatt was waiting on the platform for his trousers. They were in a trunk amongst a big load of baggage. The porters were taking a baggage trolley across the line. They were walking backwards to see that nothing fell off. I was still being cheeky. Driver always shut off steam just outside the station. I wanted to surprise the coaches by coming in as quietly as I could. But the porters didn't hear me either. I gave them such a fright that bags and boxes burst everywhere. A box of jam, along with trousers and a top hat fell on me.
"Oh!" I groaned.
Sticky streams of jam trickled down my face. A top hat hung on my lamp iron. Worst of all, a pair of trousers coiled lovingly around my funnel. Everyone was very angry. Sir Topham Hatt seized the top hat.
"Mine!" he said. "Percy, look at this!" He was kind of a stern father type with us.
"Yes, sir. I am sir"
"My best trousers, too."
"Yes sir. Please sir."
"We must pay the passengers for their spoiled clothes and my trousers are ruined. I hope this will teach you not to play tricks with the coaches."
I went off to the yard. I felt very silly. On the way I met James.
"Hello, Percy. So you found a scarf, eh? But legs go in trousers, not funnels."
And he puffed off to tell Henry the news. That evening, Thomas and I were resting in the shed. Driver had taken away the trousers and given me a good rubdown.
"Firelighter's promised to come early tomorrow," said Thomas.
Henry arrived. He'd enjoyed taking the visitors around and now felt sorry for me, too. That's when I found James had gone to tell him what happened to me. Henry was nicer than Gordon and James, even if he was quite arrogant, too.
"Driver says the weather will be warmer tomorrow. You won't need a scarf, Percy.". I knew now engines don't wear scarves.
"Certainly not!" I replied. Engines don't need scarves. Engines need warm boilers. Everyone knows that!" Driver had told me that when he took away the trousers that coiled around my funnel like a scarf.
A/N Henry's the Nice one of the Henry, Gordon and James trio on TvTropes. However, classic Henry still had a vain and arrogant side.