A/N This is based on Fish, the one after Thomas Meets The Queen/Paint Pots and Queens. Duck and Henry tell it.
Hey, it's me, Duck and I, with Henry shall tell of something that happened with The Flying Kipper
On starry nights when the moon is full and the air still, you can hear the sounds of faraway ships and distant laughter. They echo over the hills and through the valleys, down the calm canals and sleepy inlets. Every engine knows that these are the sounds that say the harbor is hard at work at the big station by the sea. One night, a special load of fish was ordered. Sir Topham Hatt decided that extra vans must be added to the train that the men call the Flying Kipper. The only vans available were old ones. They had not been used for a long time. Henry waited impatiently by the key side as I shunted them into position. Thomas puffed by with the mail train.
"Hello, Duck! Going fishing? I'd take care, if I were you."
"Why?" I huffed.
"Well, for one thing," puffed Thomas, remembering his own experience. "if fish get into an engine's boiler, they always cause trouble. And for another, fish can be awfully smelly. And I know what I"m talking about. Good night."
Thomas quite dislikes fish ever since one got in his boiler. I turn it over to Henry.
I grunted dreadfully.
"You'll just have to put up with it,Henry," said Driver. "At least, the extra load will mean you can have another engine help you up Gordon's Hill."
I puffed away. I give it to Duck now.
Meanwhile, I was waiting at Edward's Station, so that I could help the heavy train by pushing behind. Henry made good progress. When they reached Edward's Station, his driver stopped the train beyond the platform. Then, Henry gave a special signal. That was my cue to help my fellow engine. As a friend of his good friend Edward, it was only fair I help him in his need. I made a plan to help, I was committed to it, because I'm dependable and loyal.
Peep, peep, peep, peep! I need help please?"
"Peep, peep!" I replied. "I won't be long."
I buffered up gently to Henry's train. I was not coupled on. Henry would then be able to run without stopping, when we reached the top of the hill.
"Ready!" I whistled and off we went.
Soon we reached Gordon's Hill.
"Push hard, push hard," puffed Henry.
"We're doing it, we're doing it," I replied.
Henry was pulling his train harder than he realized. The lamp from the 4th van came off. I felt the weight on my buffers slacking. Then, I noticed something else.
"There's no sign of a tail lamp," I puffed.
I whistled, but there was no reply. Meanwhile, Henry had noticed something, too. I turn it back to him
"My train's getting heavier," I thought to myself. "I'm slowing down.". I give it back to Duck
Then there was trouble. I smashed into the vans, causing Henry to come to a stop. No one was hurt, but a strong smell of fish hung in the air. Next day, workmen found the broken tail-lamp at the bottom of the hill. Sir Topham Hatt spoke kindly to me.
"The accident wasn't your fault. We should've checked that this tail-lamp was fixed on properly. We'll soon have you in working order again."
"Thank you, sir," I said sadly. "Thomas told me to be careful about fish. They got me in a right pickle, didn't they?" My friend had warned me, but I thought it was his dislike of the smell of fish and experience that led to it speaking. I may consider him a friend, but we don't get on the best sometimes, when he's cheeky.
A/N Duck and Thomas's friendship here carries wikia shades.