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.

"This is sandy beach," Hank announced as he arrived to the sandy shores. "Isn't it nice?" Bonnie floated around the bend to see a beautiful sandy white beach. She had never seen such a clean beach before. Even the water was so clear that she could see the bottom. Oh there was so much greenery all around the shores. She was beginning to wonder if it was a private beach since she's always known public beaches were never this nice. "Wow." She awed softly. "It is nice."

Hank's smiled brightened. "I know! Sometimes after a storm, Emily, Theodore and I come here to see what the storm washes up on the shore." He began to rumble his engine a little like George does when he tells a story. "One time I found a mermaid here!" Bonnie cocked her fine eyebrow at the little tug. "A mermaid?" She repeated skeptically, she knew mermaids didn't really exist even though the folklore about them was fascinating. "It was a wooden statue of a mermaid from an old shipwreck!" He continued. "Bonavista said it's called a figurehead." Now that she could believe in.

"How old was the shipwreck?"

Hank paused to think about it for a minute. He wasn't sure. "I think it was over a hundred years old." He guessed. "Maybe older. Foduck or Bonavista would know more about it."

Bonnie smiled and tried to look into the water to see if she could spot anything at the bottom. There wasn't much down there except more sand, seaweed and schools of fish. "Ooh Hank! Look at all the fish!" She said excitingly and tried to follow the darting schools. The little tug looked down below to see the massive school darting as a whole here and there in the clear water and then splitting when the girl caught up to group from above. Hank soon joined her in chasing the fish. "Rawr! I'm a shark and I've come for my dinner!" He shouted. Bonnie giggled and sang the infamous shark theme, Jaws as Hank was chasing the cold blooded creatures. "Duh-nah. Duh-nah." She sang it faster as Hank got closer to the school and then. 'Dah-na-naaa!' when the school split into two again. Both tugs started laughing. "Oh they move so quickly in the water." She breathed as the schools of fish darted and weaved away from them.

At that moment, Hank's radio crackled to life. It was the Dispatcher calling Hank to another job in assisting Theodore and Emily with an oil tanker and asking if he has seen Bonnie. "Um yes sir she's right here." Hank said with some awkwardness in his voice and turned to her. "The Dispatcher wants to know if your radio is working."

Bonnie gave Hank a blank look until she realized with dumbfounded shock. "Oh-my-gosh I forgot to turn it on!" She cried and quickly switched it on. "Hello? Mr. Dispatcher? Yes sir! I'm soo sorry that my radio wasn't on. Thank you sir I'm on my way." She looked at her new friend with a very embarrassed look on her face. "I feel like an r-tard. I knew I was forgetting to do something when I got here."

Hank gave her an apologetic look. "Its ok I'm sure the Dispatcher will let it slide. You just got here."

"I hope you're right."

"Anyway I have to go. Theodore and Emily need some help." The female harbor tug understood as she calmed down. "That's ok. I have to get going too. I had fun spending time with a new friend."

Hank smiled cheerfully. "A new friend." He thought to himself happily. "After work we have story telling time. That's where we get to tell each other what we did for that day. I'm sure you have plenty stories to tell us for the next few nights."

Bonnie floated there along side the beach for a moment quietly. She seemed to be thinking about something important. But then she smiled. "Oh I believe I will." She said. "And maybe some of my friend's stories as well."

Hank squirmed with happiness. "Ooh I bet they'll be good!" And with that he blew his whistle goodbye and sailed off to meet up with his other friends. Bonnie blew her whistle back at Hank and raced off to her new sudden assignment: Towing Guysborough the garbage barge.

Theodore and Emily were at the entrance of the harbor towed onto the oil tanker. Earlier, before she and Theodore received the call from the Dispatcher, Emily explained to the harbor tug about the dangers of the Arctic and the beautiful things that can be seen up there. She herself hasn't been in the Arctic. But she has been far up north enough to see the northern lights reflecting off glistening ice burgs. Theodore imagined himself traveling up there one day, seeing all the wonderful sights and braving the icy cold winds.

They were waiting for Hank to come when he came floating up. "Sorry I'm late." The little tugboat puffed. "I was showing Bonnie sandy beach. She's really nice and funny." He floated past Emily and Theodore to the back of the ship and began to button on with his tow rope. "That's ok Hank. We haven't been waiting very long." Theodore called to his friend. He and the ocean tug smiled at each other. They both knew Hank has managed to make friends with Bonnie. "Ok, let's bring her in." Emily called, blowing her deep sounding horn to signal that she was beginning to pull. Both Theodore and Hank acknowledged by blowing their whistles back. Slowly they began to move the large oil tanker into their friendly harbor.

-End-

I was having some trouble with this chapter. I kept typing and deleting and retyping new ideas but then going back to retype a paragraph since it made much more sense to put there instead of somewhere else.

Forgive me for making this story seem like unicorns and rainbows, bear with me. I am using these types of chapters for character development.

Also now would be a good time to present some ideas for daily work days or solving a problem. If I use it I'll give you credit for the idea. And I would like to keep the ideas to be between the canon tugs and not Bonnie. I have plenty with her. Just send me a private message to show me your idea ok? I'll see you guys in the next chapter.