Britt: Alright, here we go.

Starr: The visuals are looking quite nice.

…

One wintry evening, Henry's driver said "We'll be out early tomorrow."

"Really, why?" asked Henry.

"We've got to take a train called The Flying Kipper." said his driver. "Don't tell Gordon this, but I think if we pull the kipper nicely, STH will let us pull the express. Besides, the special coal they had given you is working well."

Henry was so excited, his eyes briefly jittered for a moment.

"Hooray!" cried Henry happily. "That will be lovely!"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP?! ENGINES ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" roared Eagle from the next shed over to Henry's right.

Henry instantly shut up.

…

All kinds of ships use the never-before-seen harbor at the big station by the never-before-seen sea, and that river on Thomas' branchline didn't count. There are passenger ships, cargo ships, and even fishing boats come here as well. They unload their fish on the key, and some of it either goes to various shops in the town or gets tossed back into the sea, but the rest get put in a special train to other places far away. This is the train the railwaymen call, the Flying Kipper.

Henry had backed down on this special train, having been 5 AM. There was obviously snow and frost, and men hustled and shouted and stumbled, loading the crates of fish.

The last door banged shut, the guard showed his green lamp, and The Flying Kipper was ready to go.

Henry soon started, except his wheels briefly slipped on the icy rails, preventing him from moving.

"Come on, don't hold me back." puffed Henry to the trucks and vans as he finally got going.

The vans shuddered and groaned as Henry dragged them along.

"Fine, you big green fatso!" said a van.

Henry pulled on through Knapford.

"WOOOHOOO! That's better!" said Henry, having never felt so happy. He whistled aloud and woke up a bunch of people.

Clouds of steam and smoke poured from his small funnel into the cold air, and the fire's light shone brightly as well.

Henry whistled aloud once more as they were going well. The light grew better with the faint glow of the sun, and signals shone green.

As they crossed the viaduct, Henry soon spotted a yellow signal up ahead. His driver had prepared to stop, but the home signal was down.

"All clear, Henry! Away we go!" said his driver.

"Alright!" said Henry happily.

They couldn't know that the switches from the mainline were frozen, and that the home signal should have been set at danger, but snow had forced it down.

…

James sighed as he smoked a cigar. He had been pulling a goods train, and was now waiting for 36 minutes for Henry to pass.

"I-I-I hate this." shivered James angrily.

The driver and fireman were drinking cocoa in the brakevan.

"The kipper's due." said the guard.

"Ah, who cares?" said the fireman. "This is great cocoa."

"Come on, Chris. Back to James we go." said the driver.

"Alright." said the fireman.

They unknowingly got out just in time.

Henry came round the corner as he sped forward.

"Huh, what is- OH SHIT!" cried Henry as his driver tried to slow him down, but the icy rails prevented him.

The guard quickly jumped clear.

"HEELP!" screamed a van.

Henry smashed into the brakevan, smashing into a coupe of trucks as he felt his wheels leave the rails. He soon toppled over on his side, hitting the side of the tracks with a loud SMASH!

James screamed in surprise hearing all of this from behind him. So he hurried around and reversed on another track.

"Henry! What the hell did you.. do?" stared James.

Henry was badly hurt, even getting a black eye from being hit by a piece of wood. He spluttered and coughed.

"Oh no." whispered James.

"James…" spluttered Henry. "Get help.."

Henry then passed out, and James went to go get help.

…

Henry's driver and fireman had jumped clear before the disastrous crash, but Henry himself was and lay dazed and surprised while James moved rescue operations like a responsible engine and Edward was ready to pull whatever remained of the Flying Kipper out of the way.

STH soon came to see him.

"The signal was down, sir." said Henry feebly.

"Cheer up, Henry. I know it wasn't your fault and all." said STH. "Ice and snow caused this, besides, I'm sending you to Crewe."

"What's Crewe?" groaned Henry.

"It's a fine place for sick engines. They'll give you a new shape, a larger firebox, and fix you up in general. You also won't need special coal anymore. Won't that be nice?" explained STH.

"Yes, sir." said Henry, doubtfully. He was sadly aware that last night was the most beautiful night ever, and now it had gone.

…

Around two weeks later, Henry had liked being at Crewe, but he was extra glad to come home again.

A crowd of people arrived to see him in his new shape. He looked so splendid and strong that they gave him three cheers.

"Peep peep!" whistled Henry happily as he sped off to Wellsworth.

…

I'm sorry to say that a lot of children are often late to school because they wait to see Henry go by.

They often see him pulling the express, as he had managed to steal it.

He does it so well that Gordon was jealous. But that is another story.