A/N This is based on the episode of the show called Bulgy.

Hey, it's me, Duck, again. I shall tell about Bulgy, the double-decker bus whose story's end was unpleasant, like him.

It was a special day on the island of Sodor. Bertie the Bus was working harder than ever before. All us engines were busy, too. I was waiting for my next journey. Near me stood a red bus. But he didn't look friendly like Bertie.

The bus growled as he gazed at the happy passengers. "Stupid nonsense," he grumbled. "I wouldn't have brought them ,if I'd known . I'd have had a breakdown or something."

"I'm glad you didn't," I smiled. "You'd have spoiled their fun." Soon, I was to learn the full extent of his dislike of railways. He was nothing like Bertie, apart from being a bus. Even then, Bulgy was a double-decker bus, bigger than Bertie's kind.

"Bah! Enjoyment is all you engines live for. One day, railways will be ripped up!"

I felt shocked at such an idea. "We have a friend called Bertie and he's a bus, but he likes the railway. Sometimes, he teases us about it, but he'd never want to see it ripped up!"

"Huh!" growled the bus. "I know Bertie. He's too small in size to be of any use.".

I took no notice. That bus is silly, I thought, as I steamed away. I'm loyal to those I call friends and hate injustice. That bus was being unfair to our friend Bertie.

At the junction, I told Oliver all about him. Oliver, I found out, had met this bus before and even called him a name.

"I call him 'Bulgy'!"chuckled Oliver and then he puffed happily away.

But that afternoon when we two engines met again, Oliver was no longer laughing.

"Bulgy's friend has come," he said."He's rude, too! He's taking Bulgy's passengers home, leaving Bulgy free to steal ours!"

"But he can't!" I objected.

"Bulgy says he can get them to the big station before us!"

"Rubbish!" I replied. "It's much farther by road!"

"Yeah!" continued Oliver. "But Bulgy says he knows a shortcut!"

That evening, we engines were preparing for the homeward rush.

"Where are the passengers?" we wondered.

"Look!" shrilled Oliver. "Look at Bulgy! He's a mean scarlet deceiver!"

Bulgy was wearing a large sign that said Railway Bus.

"Yah! Boo! Snubs!" he jeered as he roared away.

"Come on!" I puffed to my coaches. "Let's see what he's up to!"

I wanted to get back at Bulgy, but I wasn't sure how. Then in the distance, I saw a man waving a red flag. That meant danger. The line here crosses a narrow road and there was Bulgy wedged firmly under the bridge. He deserves it, I thought. Bertie's jokes and friendly rivalry with my friend Thomas were nothing compared to Bulgy's ways

"So this was his shortcut," I chuckled.

"He tricked us!" shouted Bulgy's passengers. "He said he was a railway bus, but he wouldn't accept our return tickets! He wanted us to think railways are no good!"

My crew examined the bridge. "It's risky, but we must help the passengers." I agreed with my crew because it was the fair thing to do for them and I believe in fairness. I'm loyal, proud and try to be kind, when I feel it's deserved.

"Passengers are urgent," I agreed.

I set off slowly and carefully across the bridge.

Bulgy wailed as he felt the bridge quiver. He groaned as well. "Stop!" he shouted. It might fall on me!"

"That would serve you right for telling lies," I said. My kindness is for those who deserve it, like my friends. It's quite difficult to be kind to someone rude, for me.

But the bridge didn't collapse. I made good time and all the passengers caught their trains. The bridge is now mended, but unfortunately not Bulgy and his ways. He never learned sense. He's a henhouse now and his lies do no harm. The hens never listen to them anyway.

A/N I added some wikia bits, to show what the roots of some of what he did in this story might be. Like being loyal to his passengers made him be kind and help them.