Starr: Pretty weird title for an episode.
Britt: You'll see why it has that title.
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At the sheds consisting of Thomas, Edward, Jamss, Gordon, Henry, and Percy, as Eagle sat on an outer track.
Gordon was cross.
"Why should Henry have a new shape?!" he grumbled. "A shape good enough for me is good enough for him.
"But Gordon, James keeps stealing your midnight feast." protested Percy.
"I do not!" said James.
Gordon ignored this, and went on. "He goes gallivanting off to some place-
"More like being carried there on a flatbed while spewing up metal or something." interrupted James.
"You're telling me." said Eagle. "I'm still trying to get the metal off my tender.
"-leaving us to do his work, again-" continued Gordon.
"What do you mean again?" asked Percy curiously.
-and then comes back saying how happy he is." concluded Gordon.
"Ah yes, how dare he be happy for once." said Thomas.
"It's DISGRACEFUL!" Gordon took a rather dramatic pause. "And there's another thing. Henry whistles too much!" he said.
"Whistles too much?" asked Edward.
"No respectable engine ever whistles loudly at stations." said Gordon. "It isn't wrong or anything, but we just don't do that."
Henry wasn't feeling so happy anymore, but Percy wanted to cheer him up.
"Nevermind, Henry." said Percy. "I like your whisting."
"Thanks, little buddy." said Henry.
Gordon then puffed off to take the express. "Goodbye, Henry! We're glad to have you back again, but remember what I said!"
"How could I even forget?" grumbled Henry.
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Later, Henry pulled a passenger train to Wellsworth, and saw Edward merely sitting there.
Edward was groaning about the lack of pretty female engines to talk to, but he felt much better when he heard Henry pull up.
"Hello Henry." said Edward. "You're looking splendid today, and I was glad to hear your happy whistling yesterday."
"Thanks, Edward." replied Henry.
The two engines heard a faint screeching noise.
"Shh. Can you hear something?" asked Edward.
"Like a faint whistle?" replied Henry.
"Well, it sounds like Gordon." said Edward.
"Really?" asked Henry.
"It ought to be, because he never whistles loudly like that." replied Edward.
Sure enough, it was Gordon, his whistle valve had been misaligned and was now screeching like a loud alarm. He came the opposite way, rushing down a small hill at a tremendous rate. Despite Edward and Henry being right in front of him, Gordon didn't look at either of them. Gordon screamed through the station and promptly disappeared.
"Well, I wonder how he ended up with that." said Edward.
"It isn't wrong, but we just don't do it." chuckled Henry.
"Is it an inside joke?" asked Edward.
"You were at the sheds earlier." said Henry.
"I stopped listening to Gordon after a minute." sighed Edward.
"Oh well, anyways it went like this-" began Henry.
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Meanwhile, Gordon screeched up and down his own hill, past 87546 the opposite way, who was pulling a train of tankers.
"What the hell is that noise?!" cried 87546.
The noise was awful. Some people tried in vain to cover their ears, some other people crashed their cars into each other.
At Knapford, as Gordon looked around, wishing he wasn't in this type of situation, everyone else who had ears covered them. STH also covered his ears too.
"Take him away, and stop that freaking noise!" bellowed STH.
Gordon puffed sadly away, and wouldn't stop whistling until two fitters climbed up and clumsily knocked his whistle valve in place. Silence finally completely fell following this.
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The following night, Gordon merely slunk into the shed, and was glad it was empty.
It was empty for a grand total of five seconds before Henry, Percy, James, and Eagle came in.
"So, how was your day, Gordon?" asked Eagle.
"I don't want to talk about it." groaned Gordon.
"It isn't wrong." murmured Henry. "But we just don't do it."
Luckily for Gordon, no one mentioned whistles.
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Next morning, Henry was enjoying himself enormously like always.
"I feel so well!" sang Henry.
"Trickety trock!" hummed his coaches.
Henry soon spotted some boys on a bridge. "Peep peep! Hello!" he whistled.
The boys threw some stones at Henry, some of which broke the coaches' glass, much to their dismay. Some of the other stones conked Henry on the smokebox and funnel.
"Oh! What the hell?!" cried Henry as he came to a stop.
The boys apparently didn't wave or take his number, but they thought it was fun to throw some stones instead. Henry, understandably, was pissed about this, as he was disrespected for far too long.
"They've broken our glass!" cried the first coach.
"I'll never be the same again!" wailed the second coach.
The passengers were luckily not hurt, but this didn't stop them from being cross. "Call the police!"
"No!" said the driver. "Leave it to Henry and me!"
"What will you do?"
"Well, can you keep a secret?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Well then." said the smirking driver. "Henry is gonna sneeze at those boys."
Henry wasn't sure about any of this, but he smiled for the cameras anyway.
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Lots of people were at the station just before the bridge, they wanted to see what would happen.
"Alright, Henry has plenty of ashes." said the driver. "Please keep all windows shut until we've passed the bridge." he advised. "Henry's just as excited as we are, aren't you, old fella?"
"Driver, I don't feel so good." sniffled Henry, having felt more stuffed up than excited.
As they approached the same bridge as before, they saw the boys, who had plenty of stones.
"Are you ready, Henry?" said his driver.
"No." sniffled Henry.
"Sneeze hard when I tell you. Now!" he said.
"Ahhh-chooo!" sneezed Henry as he sneezed hard.
The boys were all surprised as they were covered in soot and ashes.
"Well done, Henry!" laughed his driver.
"I think I feel all better now." replied Henry.
Henry soon went home, hoping that the next time he saw Gordon and/or those particular boys, they learned to not be so mean to him.