A/N James Goes Buzz Buzz is the episode's name in my country, so James tells it.

Hey, it's me James and I shall tell about some trouble with bees.

Trevor the traction engine was enjoying his work in the Vicarage orchard. Birds were singing and apples were ripening on the trees. It was a lovely day.

"Hello, Trevor," I said. "You look as bright and cheerful as my red paint."

"Oh I am," replied Trevor.

"What's that noise?" I asked.

"It's the bees," laughed 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. "

Just then, Boco the Diesel Engine hummed in.

"Take care, you two. Don't make the bees angry. They might sting you."

I didn't like being told what to do by a diesel and I buzzed away.

"Good-bye, Trevor," called Boco and set off to see Duck at the next station. I heard him say "good-bye" as I left and I was told about the rest by Duck once when we met up shortly after that. I saw Boco again later.

Bill and Ben, the tank engine twins, were busy arranging cars but they scampered off when they saw Boco. I didn't blame them. Maybe they don't care for diesels either, I thought. I'm not that much friends with them, so I don't always know what they think. I wasn't fond of diesels then. Diesel got me quite disliking them. He said I was "rusty red scrap iron." and I wasn't pleased with that. As I came towards the place they were, I heard Duck and Boco talking.

"I remember the first time I met those two," laughed Boco. "They nearly made my eyes pop out. Edward soon put a stop to their games."

"Edward is the only one who can keep Bill and Ben in order," chuckled Duck. "I sometimes call them "the bees.".

"A good name," replied Boco. They're little terrors when they start buzzing around.'.

I bustled in.

"What's that, Duck?" I snorted. "Are you afraid of bees? They're only insects, after all. So don't let that buzz-box diesel tell you any different."

"His name is Boco and he didn't. We..."

"I wouldn't care," I interrupted. "if hundreds were swarming around! I'd just blow smoke and make them buzz off!" Being an engine, I believed my smoke would repel bees, as I was told as a young engine, bugs don't like smoke.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" retorted Duck.

The next morning, I arrived at the station to collect my coaches. The passengers were excited and keen to get on board. The platform was crowded and the porter was in a hurry.

"Mind your backs," he shouted.

Then, there was trouble. The beehive fell and broke open. The station cleared like magic. I 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 and neither did Driver. So the bees turned to me. My boiler was nice and warm.

"Buzz off! Buzz off!" I hissed.

One bee burnt his foot.

"Ooh! Aah! Aah! Ooh!"

The bee thought I had burnt him on purpose, so it stung me right back on the nose.

"EEEEEEEE!" I whistled.

I had enough, and so had my fireman and Driver. We didn't notice until too late we had left all our coaches behind. We tried everything to get rid of the bees. First, we spun on the turntable but to no avail. We tried washing them off but the bees clung harder to my warm boiler. Then, we tried smoking them off by going through a long tunnel. But still, the bees wouldn't go away. I later found out Boco took my train.

"It's no good, James," said Driver. "We'll just have to get back to the orchard and fetch another hive.".

My reply was drowned by the sound of buzzing. The Vicar was waiting anxiously for me. When I arrived, the bees swarmed straight into their new home.

"Come on, James," said Driver. "What you need now is a good hose down.".

Later that evening, I was resting in my shed when the Vicar came to see me.

"Thank you for saving my bees," he said. "it's a pity it's not Christmas. Then we could call you James the Red-Nosed Engine.".

Everyone laughed, even me. But instead, they decided to call me "The Bee's Knees", which means they thought I was more useful than ever. The other engine made jokes about me, as they heard about the bees. However, I found the Vicar funnier than my fellow engines.

A/N I'm not British, they are. Respect my Thomasverse.