The Winx Club's Sodor Adventures - Season 3
Episode 1: A Scarf for Percy
It was a cold winter's morning on the Island of Sodor. The wind was bitter, and the ground hard with frost. Thomas and Percy were cold and cross, and so were Bloom and Musa as they gathered around the fire.
"It's so cold..." muttered Musa.
"All I want is a warm boiler," huffed Thomas. "Firelighter knows that. He's late."
"What's taking him so long?" shivered Bloom.
"He's not late," replied Percy. "This weather woke us up early."
Gusts of wind swirled around the shed, tossing flakes of snow toward Thomas. Then they swooshed around Percy too.
"Is there anything we can do to pass the time?" asked Bloom.
"Why don't we talk about something else?" shivered Percy.
"Yes," replied Thomas. "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.
"And summer days," added Musa.
"Scarves!" continued Percy.
"Scarves?" laughed Thomas. "That's what you need, Percy. A woolly scarf round your funnel."
Thomas was only teasing, but Percy 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 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.
Percy and Musa were now working hard. Percy's fire was burning nicely, and he had plenty of steam, but he still thought about scarves. He saw them everywhere he and Musa went.
"My funnel's cold! My funnel's cold!" he puffed. "I want a scarf! I want a scarf!"
"A scarf for your funnel?" asked Flora.
"Yeah," said Musa. "I'm afraid so."
"Rubbish, Percy!" said Henry. "Engines don't wear scarves."
"That's right," said Musa. "You already have a warm boiler."
"Engines with proper funnels do wear scarves," replied Percy. "Henry's only got a small one."
Before Henry could answer, Percy puffed away with Musa. Henry snorted. He and Flora was looking forward to pulling the special train.
"Don't mind Percy, Henry," said Flora. "At least we got a special job to do."
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 the baggage trolley across the line. They were walking backwards to see that nothing fell off.
Percy was still being cheeky. Musa always shut off steam just outside the station. But Percy wanted to surprise the coaches by coming in as quietly as he could. But the porters didn't hear him either. Percy gave them such a fright as he hit the trolley that boxes and bags burst everywhere!
"Uh-oh," said Musa.
"Oh!" groaned Percy.
Luggage fell on Percy's front and jars of jam burst landing on him and it splattered on Sir Topham Hatt, the passengers and Musa.
Sticky streams of jam trickled down Percy's face. A top hat hung on his lamp iron. Worst of all, a pair of trousers coiled lovingly round his funnel. Everyone was very angry.
Sir Topham Hatt seized the top hat. "Mine!" he said. "Percy, look at this!"
"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."
"Yes, sir," said Musa. "Sorry, sir."
Percy went off to the yard with Musa. He felt very silly. On the way, they met James and Stella.
"Hello, Percy," said James. "So you found a scarf, eh? But legs go in trousers, not funnels!"
Stella laughed too. "That was really funny. Percy wanted a scarf, and has those trousers as one."
And they went off to tell Henry and Flora the news.
"Don't listen to them, Percy," said Musa. "At least we learned a lesson of being careful what we wish for, because we just might get it."
"You're right, Musa," said Pecry.
That evening, Thomas and Percy were resting in the shed. After having a clean bath, Musa had taken away the trousers and gave Percy a good rubdown.
"Firelighter's promised to come early tomorrow," said Thomas.
"That's good to hear," said Bloom.
Henry and Flora arrived. They had enjoyed taking the visitors around and now felt sorry for Percy too.
"Hello, guys," said Flora.
"Flora says the weather will be warmer tomorrow. You won't need a scarf, Percy."
"Certainly not!" replied Percy. "Engines don't need scarves. Engines need warm boilers. Everyone knows that!"
The End
