Disclaimer: Theodore Tugboat belongs to Classic Media. However the characters I create in this are mine and my own. I do not seek profit in the creation of this story, but to bring enjoyment to other TT fans.

Later that hot afternoon, Bonnie was returning Barrington barge back to his dock after unloading two loads of long metal tubes at the oil refinery. She learned a bit more about the harbor from the small barge and some of the residents as he learned a little bit about her and where she was from. And he learned what the barges were like at her old harbor too. Barrington was surprised to hear about barges that assisted in putting out fires. And Bonnie was surprised that they had their own cable ship named Digby.

"So there are a lot of small fishing villages nearby?" She asked. Bonnie loved hearing about fishing stories. And the more dangerous they were, the more exciting.

"Yes." He replied.

"Interesting…"

"What about your harbor? Does it have its own cable ship?

"No, but we do get visiting ones once in awhile."

"We had a big cable ship visit us last year. He became good friends with Theodore and Digby before he left."

Bonnie slowed a little bit. Her foggy memory began to recall a cable ship that visited Prince Rupert harbor a few months back. He talked about when he first started laying cables and receiving advice from a veteran cable ship that got stuck quite a bit. And he mentioned he became very good friends with a young harbor tug from the same harbor. "Oh no way! Was it?" She thought.

"This didn't happen to be a ship named Dartmouth was it?"

Barrington looked up in surprised. "Yes?" He was wondering why she was asking. She started to laugh as they got closer to his dock. "Oh wow! Small world! I met him!" Bonnie cried grinning from ear to ear. "I so gotta tell Theodore!"

She tied Barrington to his dock and was bidding him goodbye when she heard two short blasts of a whistle. "Oh no not again!" She cried. Fearing the worst, she turned around to see small tugboat wearing a blue toque and he was pulling a barge with him larger than Barrington. She just stared a little fearfully until he was able to make it up to her. "Hi I'm Hank!" He puffed out of breath. "This is Brunswick."

"Hi!"

Bonnie did not say anything at first due to still being a little frazzled by the last tugboat but she quickly recomposed herself to respond.

"I'm Bonnie." She said. Then, she remembered how that one V-tug tried to turn her over to Constance. "Wait, are you going to take me back over to the coast guard?" She asked nervously. Hank was taken aback by such a strange question. "No." Hank laughed a little. "Why would I do that?"

Bonnie explained to him and Brunswick about her encounter with the safety tug. "He did apologize but I never got his name." She finished. Hank smiled his sunniest smile. "That's Foduck!"

"He keeps watch over everything." Brunswick beamed.

Bonnie was a little relieved but now was intrigued with the unusual name. "Fo-o-oduck?" She repeated. "That's how you say it?"

"Uh-huh." Hank beamed. Bonnie floated there quietly, now that she had name to a face.

"Huh." She said finally. "I've never heard of a name like that. Fo-o-oducku…" She let the name roll off her tongue. "Heheh Fodaku!" She giggled. "Saying it like that really fast sounds like a battle cry."

Hank giggled too, and then he said really fast. "Fodaku!" It actually kind of did. "Fodakuuuu!" They both shouted together and started laughing. Even Brunswick was laughing.

The barge was the first to recover from laughing. "Is there magic flying powder on the ship that came in?" He asked hopefully. Brunswick still loved thrills and chills but only if it didn't hurt him or his friends. Bonnie manages to stop and look at the barge curiously. "Magic flying powder?" She repeated. "There's no such thing as that." Well that definitely disappointed Hank and Brunswick. Hank really wanted to know what it would have been like to fly.

Bonnie looked at the sad face of the duo. "Would you like to see what he is carrying though?" She was hoping that would cheer them up a little. Well it made Hank smile a little. Maybe there was something interesting. If not flying powder. "Ok."

"No thanks," Said Brunswick. "I feel tired from carrying all that stuff. I wanna get back to my dock."

Hank looked at his friend; they did work hard moving heavy supplies. "Ok Brunswick." Said Hank and he pulled him to his dock while Bonnie waited for the little tugboat. "Did you want us to tell you what Hudson has?" She asked, she noticed he seemed more disappointed than Hank. Brunswick thought for a moment. "Ok." He said. Soon Hank was finished tying the barge to his dock and they were both off to see the big cargo ship.

Hudson was at the cargo dock getting his cargo unloaded when he heard Bonnie's whistle. He looked up and saw her and another tugboat floating up to him. "Hello Bonnie," He called. "And who's your new friend?"

"This is Hank," She said. "Hank this is Hudson. He was the one who brought me here." Hank tooted his whistle. "Hi."

"Well Hello Hank. It's very nice to meet you." The ship smiled. Hank smiled Hudson seemed a very nice ship indeed.

"Hank was wondering what kind of cargo you're carrying."

"Oh he did, did he?"

"Y-yea…" Hank said sheepishly. "Brunswick and I were curious if you carrying magic flying powder earlier."

Hudson chuckled at the thought of powder that can make you fly. "Nope sorry, I don't have any. What I'm unloading are imported blenders." He pulled up a load of boxes that had words of a blender company printed on them. Both tugs stared blankly. Hank felt a little disappointed until he heard Bonnie laughing. "What's so funny?" Asked the little tugboat, he didn't know what could be so funny about blenders. Bonnie looked at Hank and then at Hudson snickering. "Wanna put my tender heart in blender. Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion." She sang. Hudson smiled joined in.

"Rendezvous then I'm through with you." Hudson started laughing. "Only you would think of a song that involved anything like that."

She was giggling. "I was thinking of it up until you mentioned what you were carrying! It was completely ironic!

Hank smiled too. "What does ironic mean?" He didn't know what the new word meant.

"Ironic means coincidental or unexpected. Try using it in a sentence" Bonnie explained. Hank thought about it for a minute and then understood. "Ok, um. It was…ironic that um…that you were our surprise!"

"Hmm pretty good."

Hudson agreed. "Yes very good. Well I better get back to unloading cargo. Tomorrow I'll be heading out with another cargo load."

Bonnie looked back up at her friend sadly. "Wish you didn't have to go." She muttered. Hudson looked sad too. "Don't worry; we'll see each other again someday." He reassured. "Were you able to talk with the Dispatcher?"

"Yea," She said with a pause.

"Good. I hope something will come of it."

"Me too. Hope to see you later." She blew with a whistle.

"I believe I will. Bye Hank."

Hank blew his whistle. "Bye." He smiled and both tugboats turned and left. He and Bonnie floated a ways quietly until the female tug spoke up. "So what should we do?" She asked. "We don't have anymore work to do today right?"

Hank thought a moment. "Nope. No more work. If we do we'll get a call on the radio." He said cheerfully. "Have you seen the Sandy beach? It's really nice."

"Ooh I like beaches!" She smiled back.

"C'mon lets go." And off they went to the white beach shouting. "Fodakuuuuu!" And tooting their whistles along the way.

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I actually intended this to be longer but I just thought. 'Aw screw it!' And cut it off here. So how did I do to keep Hank and Brunswick in character? I think I did pretty decent. Also Bonnie's new nickname for Foduck? Better than four ducks huh? He probably still wouldn't appreciate it though XP.

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