Trust
[The scene opens with a shot of the early morning sun rising over the horizon. Cranky is seen snoozing as he stands at his dock. It then cuts to Cedar Sheds where Duck, Oliver, Donald, and Douglas are waking up]
Duck: [yawns] What a night…well, guess it's time to get ready…[looks to his right]...where's the shed foreman?
Oliver: What? [yawns] Oh, I heard last night he got knackered down at the pub.
Duck: Typical, can't keep off the bottle, can he? Any idea of who's fillin' in?
[A metallic clang is heard from the back of the shed, causing all four engines to look back in surprise]
?: Whoops, oh, it's just a barrel, and a few pipes, and a wheel, prolly nothing important, did I get any oil on my shoes, oh wait, I'm not wearing shoes.
Donald: Och, is that who I think it is?
Douglas: Based on the rambling, I'd say yes.
[The scene cuts to Lola hopping on one foot holding a clipboard, trying to see if she got anything on her]
Lola: Okay, looks like we're still good here…[trips over a crate]-WOAH!
Donald: [winces] Uh, mind yer step there, lass.
Lola: [rubs her head as she stands] I'm fine…I'm fine, just, wow, first time I'm doing this and I'm already flubbing up.
Douglas: Hehe, dinna fas yourself, Lola, you're here at least.
Lola: Aw, thanks, ahem, now then I've got your schedules for the day, uhhhh…oh, wait, these are just my notes I brought along, oh, there's a cute drawing I see.
[Lola flips the clipboard over and Duck pursues his lips]
Duck: Oh dear me…um, pardon me, Lola, but if we don't have our schedules, how are we gonna know where we're going?
Lola: Wait, hold on, I thought I saw something about someone needing to help this guy named Diesel at the Manx Oil Refinery.
Duck: What, help Diesel, but…?
Donald: I mean, I would do it, buuuuuuuut I've got passengers to take, yep, bye-bye, now.
Douglas: Oh, yes, I've got milk tankers ta' pick up, righto outta here.
Lola: [watches the twins leave in a hurry] Oh, okay then, guess that leaves you two.
Oliver: Um, actually, I've got a train to take.
Duck: Oh, really? Where?
Oliver: From…the miniature railway?
[Duck quirks a disbelieving brow, but Oliver shoots off before he can say anything else]
Lola: Well, I guess that narrows it down.
Duck: Oh, bugger!
Lola: Now then, I'd better skimmy back to the office and pretend I had the papers the whole thing, yeeeeeeah, see ya'...
[Duck sighs as Lola skips away, only to wince as another clang is heard]
Lola: [off-screen] I'm okay!
[The scene transitions to Duck puffing through Cedar Station before it pans over to Tramp sitting down on a bench]
Tramp: Hmm…
[The scene transitions to a flashback to Tramp's near escape from the shootout that happened not too long ago, coupled with Buster pulling him out to safety before it cuts back to reality]
Tramp: Why did he do it? And…why can't I stop thinking about it? Aaaaaah, it was just a simple rescue, nothing more, we're not 'besties' or anything…then again, I…no, no, what happened there stays there and that's it.
?: Have an interesting talk with yourself?
[Tramp looks up and to his right to see Dodger approaching him]
Tramp: Oh, it's just you.
Dodger: Yep, and you are lookin' a bit crazy talking out in the open. Something on your mind, champ?
Tramp: Well…nah, it's nothing really.
Dodger: Sure don't sound like nothin', c'mon, gimme the details, I won't spew.
Tramp: [sighs] If you must know, I almost got shot in an alley, and an…old associate of mine helped me out of it.
Dodger: I've been around that place to know who you're talkin' about, did the knight in shining armor ride high on his horse to rescue the damsel in distress?
Tramp: Very funny, but in all seriousness, I'm glad I got outta there…but now I can't stop thinking about it, particularly…[sighs]...Buster.
Dodger: Hmm, sounds like someone's got it bad.
Tramp: Okay, that's stretching it a bit.
Dodger: Mmmm, no it isn't, ya' ever thought about talking to him?
Tramp: Well, what am I supposed to say?
Dodger: You've got a silver tongue, I'm sure you can come up with something.
Tramp: I mean, you're not wrong, but…I dunno, it'll just be awkward.
Dodger: Only if you make it so. Tell you what, why don't we go to where the big lug is, eh? If he tries anything funny, you'll have me as backup.
Tramp: Well, I guess that's not the worst plan ever, plus, we've not hung out for a while, might be an interesting ordeal.
Dodger: With me, there's never a dull moment, though I could say the same for you. [winks] Now then, you waitin' for something or did ya' plan on sitting here the whole time?
Tramp: I mean, I was maybe thinking of heading to Maple to get some air in the forest, but I suppose we've got new plans. Suppose we better be off then.
Dodger: [as the two walk down the platform] Try not to blush too much.
Tramp: [elbows Dodger in his ribs] Oh, keep your mind out of the gutter.
[The scene transitions to Duck passing by Maple Station while Bill and Ben are bumping vans in the yard while Rita, Pearl, Hector, and Wordsworth are on the left platform, the former two talking while the brown cat reads a newspaper on the bench and the white cat absentmindedly listens to his headphones while on roller skates. On the right platform are Falco, Krystal, Charlotte, and Hunter, the blue girl flicks a yoyo before it gets coiled around the golden retriever]
Duck: [sighs] Just my luck, I don't know how this is gonna work out, me and Diesel have our…history…guess I'd better suck it up if I'm gonna get this done.
[The scene cuts back to Bill shunting two vans into place with the others]
Bill: Now that's what I call precision, Edward will be pleased with-OOF!
[Two more vans are pushed behind Bill]
Ben: Hehehe, look, Bill's a middle engine!
Bill: Oi, that's not fair!
Ben: Looks like Edward will have something else to take to the refinery; a big yellow hazard.
Bill: Oh, I'll show you hazard. [roughly shunts the vans back into Ben]
Ben: OOF! Hey, watch it, you nearly broke my buffers off!
Bill: Well, that'll teach you to make me a-
[At that moment, Edward puffs into the yard]
Edward: Bill and Ben, what are you doing? My train is due out soon.
Bill: Don't look at me, Ben was the one who messed up.
Ben: No, I didn't!
Bill: Yes, you did!
Ben: Didn't!
Bill: Did!
Edward: AHEM!
[Bill and Ben instantly subside]
Edward: Thank you…now, please finish arranging my train so I can be on time.
[Edward backs up as the shot pans back to the twins and then to the vans]
Van #1: Ow, my poor buffers.
Van #2: No respect, these engines.
[The scene transitions to Duck arriving at the refinery where Diesel is shunting some oil tankers into a siding. Duck grimaces as he approaches the shunter, trying to slip past unnoticed]
Diesel: I know you're there, Duck. Steam engines aren't exactly the quietest.
Duck: Look, Diesel, I'm here because I was assigned to help you out.
Diesel: [sarcastically] Well, if it isn't my lucky day.
Duck: So I want none of your usual tricks, because you know what'll happen otherwise.
Diesel: Tricks? Me? Why, Duck, my dear engine, whatever would give you that impression?
Duck: Your track record speaks for itself.
Diesel: Well, I guess it's lucky for you, I'm too occupied with work to think of any new ways of tripping up my favorite quack.
Duck: I suppose that's the best I can work with, mind you keep it that way.
Diesel: Whatever you say, Great Western…
[Diesel moves forward to push the tankers into place, Duck sighs and moves onto another line to arrange some flatbeds]
[The scene transitions to the junkyard where Chance and Jake pass by holding a flat piece of metal from either side. At that moment, several pieces of metal are tossed about before it cuts to Buster looking through the inside of an old cadillac]
Buster: How'd they even assemble all this, let alone in the 80s…mmm, I guess it ain't all junk, could make somethin' out of it…this diamond rim ain't half bad for a trinket…
[The scene cuts to outside of the junkyard where Tramp and Dodger are standing before the main gate]
Tramp: …You know, maybe this wasn't a good idea, we should-
Dodger: Hey, hey, hey, what are you backin' out for? I didn't walk all this way for nothin'.
Tramp: [sighs] This isn't your problem, Dodger. What do you expect me to say; "oh, hey, you saved my life, let's go out for a coffee." You know me and Buster still aren't there yet, or even there to begin with.
Dodger: What's the worst he can do, bite your neck for stepping on his turf?
Tramp: Well, it wouldn't be out of the cards, let me tell you.
Dodger: Look, the man's clearly got some shit to work through, I can tell, but do you think he'd just pull your ass from getting shot for nothing?
Tramp: What I don't understand is why you're treating this like it's a game, we have history and I've got a long memory.
Dodger: [sighs] Look, you made the effort to come here in the first place, why back out now? Last time I checked, you were all about pushing to the limit.
Tramp: I mean…you're not wrong there, but…
Dodger: I told you before, I'll have your back in case anything goes awry, so why not see what happens, eh?
Tramp: I…[sighs]...alright, I'll do it, but if anything happens, I'm blaming you for it.
Dodger: Fair enough, now come on, hotshot, go on in there and get your man.
[Dodger playfully smacks Tramp on the back, sending him slightly forward with a jolt]
Tramp: Oh! Okay, okay, easy back there, you never know what might happen…
[Tramp opens the gate and he and Dodger walk into the junkyard, the former looking about the area still looking a bit tense]
Tramp: [internally] Okay, old boy, just relax, relax, don't need to make a spectacle in front of you-know-who…wherever he is…
[A metallic clang is heard to the right]
Buster: [off-screen] Gotcha!
Tramp: Well, I guess that narrows it down…
[Tramp and Dodger walk over to where they heard the Rotterman, his back facing them as he digs through the automobile, a piece of wire hanging around his neck with several shiny bits]
Buster: Hehe, wonder how many rings this poor sucker went through…[turns around and his eyes widen briefly before retaining his composure]...well, look who came crawling back, and he brought company.
Dodger: [quietly to Tramp] Well, he's not lost his touch, init?
Tramp: [clears throat] Hello, Buster, how are you doing?
Buster: …What's up with the formal crap, you know who I am.
Tramp: Well, unlike you, I like to practice a little thing called "being polite."
Buster: Ironic coming from you, isn't it?
Tramp: Now look here, you grease mon…[breathes in and out]...I didn't come here to fight.
Buster: Yeah, I bet ya' didn't, would be kinda stupid considering the person you're talking to.
Tramp: [sweatdrops] If you'd cut the sass for just a moment, I came here for a reason.
Buster: And what would that be, finally came to properly thank the person who saved your ass a while back?
Tramp: Actually…you could say that…
Buster: [quirks a brow] What?
Tramp: Yeah, I figured since I technically owe you for it…I thought…you know…
Dodger: He wants to rekindle your-[his muzzle gets clamped by Tramp's paw]
Tramp: What I was trying to say was…are you free by any chance?
Buster: I mean, my break is another fifteen minutes away, but what's it to you?
Tramp: In that case, I don't suppose you'd mind tagging along with us? You know, just…casual…
Buster: Hmm…so long as you're offering, I guess I could spare some time, since you want it that much.
Tramp: Makes more progress to do than just stand around here, so I guess I'll be waiting outside.
Buster: You sure about that, you'll miss the gun show otherwise.
Tramp: Heheeeeeeeee, modesty isn't in the cards for you, is it?
Buster: What's there to be modest about? Especially when you got gains like this! [lifts up a large piece of metal from the ground]
Dodger: [nudges Tramp] Soooo whattya' think, eh, eh?
Tramp: That you're enjoying this a little too much.
[The scene transitions to the refinery where Paxton is seen leaving with a train of tankers while Duck moves some vans into place. He's just about to back up when another train rushes past over the points]
Duck: Oh, crumbs! Diesel, what was that for?!
Diesel: What are you talking about, I'm all the way over here!
[Duck looks back to the departing train to just catch a glimpse of Arry and Bert leaving]
Duck: Oh…
[Diesel sidles up next to Duck two tracks away from him]
Diesel: Well, isn't that just like you?
Duck: Pardon?
Diesel: Assuming it was me you almost ran into.
Duck: Okay, that was a fluke, no need to go on about it.
Diesel: Easier said than done.
Duck: What are you ganging on me for?
Diesel: That's ironic coming from the engine who's been giving me the cold shoulder everytime we see each other.
Duck: Well, you can't say I don't have my reasons.
Diesel: Would pettiness be one of them?
Duck: You, of all engines, would know plenty about that.
[At that moment, a loudspeaker comes on with a screech, causing Duck and Diesel to wince as a stout and round yellow feline with a white beard and grey hair comes up]
Manx: AHEM, hello, hello, is this thing workin?!
Diesel: Ow, my nonexistent ears!
Duck: Ooooooh…ahem, um, yes, sir, you've got it working.
Manx: [seemingly unaware of the megaphone set to full volume] Ah, yes, of course, well, lucky for you two, there's an important shipment that needs to be taken to Falmouth Harbor by 3:00, so you'll be doubleheadin' the train.
Diesel: Mmmmmrph…understood, sir. But two things; one, please fix the volume on that thing, and two; why do you need two engines for one train?
Manx: Well, I-oops…[dials the volume back]...as I was sayin', it's goin' ta' be a long haul, so it'll be quicker that way. Now then, I'm off to my office to sign some very important papers.
[With that, Manx walks away, leaving Duck confused]
Duck: Wasn't he a politician or something?
Diesel: Apparently, though he somehow owns this refinery…and he's probably off golf right about now…lazy git.
Duck: Okay, so we're takin' the train together, I call the head as I know how to get us there quickly and safely.
Diesel: Whatever you say, Montague…
[Diesel backs away as Duck sighs and looks down at the rails. The scene cuts back to Tramp and Buster walking through the city as Penny and Wakko walk by in the opposite direction. Tramp looks back at Dodger waiting to cross the street several yards back, giving him a thumbs up and a wink]
Tramp: [sighs] Suppose there's no turning back now…[clears throat]...so, Buster, what am I being dragged into?
Buster: You didn't think I was the type to just pick the most obvious place for a bar fight, right?
Tramp: Well, I dunno what else you'd have in mind.
Buster: You really do live in a world of your own, don't you? I think this place might spark a few memories.
Tramp: That is…?
[As the two turn a corner, Tramp's eyes widen at the sight of a retro diner titled "Freddy's", the bright pink and teal colors making the place stand out as Hokey and Loopy are seen entering while Octavia, Vinyl, Double D, and Blik pass by]
Tramp: I…I don't remember the last time I came to this place, has it been that long?
Buster: Impressed much?
Tramp: Why, I used to come here often back in the day, I was…[clears throat]...getting a little ahead of myself there.
Buster: Well, I'm hungry, let's head in, can't see you fangirling otherwise.
Tramp: Oh, shut up…
[The two enter through the door and find themselves greeted with a sight that felt like a callback to the 50s; the same colors on the entrance complimenting the interior, teal and white leather seats and booths, the floor decked out in red and white patterns, a jukebox located in the righthand corner, several posters in vintage condition, and the sight of a malt being shaken behind the counter by Pinkie before sliding it down to Scooby-Doo, other patrons in attendance show Top Cat, Benny, Lizzie, Frankie, Snow White, Lapis, Robin, Krypto, Fluttershy, Colleen, and Hokey and Loopy sat down]
Tramp: This place hasn't changed a bit, they've even got the records.
Buster: Well, someone's changed their tune.
Tramp: Okay, I'll admit, you've got better taste in restaurants than I thought, but don't get any ideas.
Buster: Why, I wouldn't dream of it, unless of course…
Tramp: Slow your roll down there, hotshot.
[Pinkie suddenly appears behind the two with a big grin on her face]
Pinkie: Did somebody say table for two?
Tramp: YIP! I mean…yeah, you can sit us down if you can…
Pinkie: Okie dokie loki, follow meeeee!
[The pink pony rolls in between the two canines on roller skates, they glance at one another before following the waitress to their table, but not without a curious eye by Hokey]
Hokey: Well, I never.
Loopy: Que?
Hokey: Seems the Tramp is back, and he's got a certain someone with him, hmmm…
[Loopy looks back at the two]
Loopy: Mon ami, you know it's rude to stare.
Hokey: Yeeeeeah, but you gotta admit, it ain't half bad a sight.
[The scene cuts back to Tramp and Buster sat down as Pinkie rolls away]
Pinkie: You two get cozy, I'll be back shortly! [winks as she disappears into the kitchen]
Tramp: That girl's got a three track mind…hmm, I think I remember what they've got…
Buster: One thing I know I'm getting is the-
Buster and Tramp: Freddy's Flaming Firecracker…
[The two canines look up at one another before awkwardly chuckling]
Tramp: I guess we're having the same thing…
Buster: I mean, it's the best thing on the menu.
Tramp: Well, last I had it, I'd say you were right…wow, I really am slipping.
Buster: Hey, relax, would ya', ain't no harm in agreein' with me, shows you've got good-
[A chocolate and strawberry milkshake each is placed in front of the two]
Buster: -taste.
Pinkie: So, that's two Freddy's Flaming Firecrackers, medium well, with a side of fries.
Tramp: How did you…
Pinkie: Oh, I know everything. Everything…be back with your orders. [rolls back into the kitchen]
Buster: [clears throat] As I was saying, makes sense, after all, I know you well.
Tramp: I guess I can't argue with that…you know, I never did properly thank you for what happened back there, who knows what coulda happened otherwise.
Buster: Well, I couldn't just leave a man with guns blazing.
Tramp: But one thing I don't get; you didn't have to do it, especially after what I said.
Buster: That's the thing; I'm not as black and white as ya' might think, sure, we have our differences, but I don't want you killed or anything. Besides, I'd…well, I wouldn't be able to see you otherwise.
Tramp: You sure that's all there is to it?
Buster: Well, I won't say it unless you're thinkin' the same thing.
Tramp: What do you me-…Buster…
Buster: I didn't say nothin'.
Tramp: I know what you're implying, but that was in the past. Even if I did lighten up to you, what makes you think we'd go anything beyond that?
Buster: I'm not asking for a lapjob, I just thought we could have a bit of that old flare back, you know, when we used to run these streets.
Tramp: I…couldn't possibly, I'm not that rugged.
Buster: What do you mean, from what I've heard, you've been back to your old stunts ever since the-
Tramp: [clears throat loudly] Yes, I'm aware of that, but even then, we're not that similar to each other.
Buster: You're not gonna diss your roots again, right? Cuz you know I can catch you on that.
Tramp: I'm not, it's just that…well…it's too complicated…
Buster: It doesn't have to be…
Tramp: Buster, please, not here of all places…
Buster: Whatever needs to be done, I can do it, just what'll get you to trust me?
Tramp: Can we please talk about something else?
Buster: I…[sighs]...alright then.
[At that moment, the two's orders are placed in front of them]
Pinkie: There ya' go, enjoooooy…
[Pinkie rolls away once more, but seems to be able to tell that the mood for the canines has shifted. She frowns before bumping into the jukebox]
Pinkie: Oof! Oops…[looks on the record display]...hmmmmmmmm, let's get some life up in here.
[Pinkie flips through the selection and picks a track from Frank Sinatra as the shot cuts back to Buster and Tramp having ceased with their talk as they eat, noticeably a bit further from one another]
"My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold"
[Buster and Tramp are shown looking down at their respective meals]
"The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree"
[Hokey and Loopy are shown nodding their heads to the music]
"Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face"
[Buster looks up at Tramp and what appears to be a small grin appears on his face as the music livens up]
"I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all"
[Top Cat and Benny are shown waltzing]
"So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you"
[Snow White and Robin tapdance past Buster and Tramp, to which the latter finally turns his head up]
"Some they may go for a cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff"
[Buster nudges Tramp from under the table with his foot, to which the former offers his hand as if to dance]
"It would bore me terrifically too
Yet I get a kick out of you"
[Tramp appears hesitant to accept, but it seems he doesn't have time to think as Buster pulls him up from the table]
"I get a kick every time I see you
Standing there before me"
[Buster and Tramp find themselves in the middle of the diner, the latter in particular trying to find his footing as the song continues]
"I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously do not adore me"
[Fancy comes up alongside Tramp, while groozing his hips, passing by Sally and Amy]
Fancy: C'mon, slick, all it takes is one step then another, like so.
[Fancy grabs hold of Spook's paw several feet away and twirls the olive green cat]
Spook: Like, uh, since when I did become a record, man?
"I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
With some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do"
Buster: Looks like I'm one step ahead a' you.
Tramp: Is that right…?
[Tramp pulls Buster into a dip]
Tramp: You'll have to try harder than that.
Buster: Hmm, a challenge, I can take it.
"Yet I get a kick
You give me a boot
I get a kick out of you"
[The song finishes with Buster returning the gesture to Tramp and the rest of the patrons clapping in approval. The canines stay in this position for a seconds before Tramp blinks and stands up]
Tramp: [clears throat] Well, that was…an experience.
Buster: I take it someone enjoyed themselves?
Tramp: I mean, you could put it like that…
[The scene transitions to Duck and Diesel having assembled their train and passing over the junction that leads to Maple while the left track leads to the hill on the mainline]
Diesel: You know, you could make this trip less awkward by actually talking to me.
Duck: What is there to say, the sooner we get this done, the better.
Diesel: Hmph, well you're no fun.
Duck: [sighs] Fine, I suppose it can't be that bad…what do you have on your mind?
Diesel: Trucks…shunting…organization…
Duck: Hmm, almost sounds like…never mind, um, well, I've got…um…coaches?
Diesel: Interesting…
Duck: You know, this isn't making things any less awkward.
Diesel: Better than being silent and tense the whole time.
[At that moment, Edward whistles by with his train in the opposite direction. The shot continues to focus on him as he passes over the points towards the hill. As the blue engine is about to reach the top, a loud BANG sounds from behind]
Edward: OH! What on Earth was that?!
[Edward looks back to see only five vans behind him, the other five race back down the hill, gradually picking up speed]
Edward: Oh, dear…
[The shot cuts back to the vans racing down the line, eventually overtaking Duck and Diesel]
Vans: ON! ON! Catch us if you can!
Duck: Goodness me!
Diesel: Oh, look, a runaway, what a surprise…
Duck: Someone's got to stop those trucks, they could cause a serious attack.
[Duck uncouples from Diesel and races off after the vans]
Diesel: Wait, hold on, Duck! Where are you going?!
Duck: I've stopped a runaway before, I can do it again!
Diesel: Are you daft?! What about the train aaaaaaaand he's gone…[sighs]...typical.
[The scene cuts to Stanley crossing over the junction between the mainline, Pine, and Maple. His breakvan only just clears the section as the vans swerve across the points, followed by Duck in hot pursuit]
Duck: You lot won't get away from me that easily!
Van #1: Hehehe, c'mon, Duck, you'll have to try harder than that!
Van #2: A lot harder, HAHAHA!
[Just as the pannier tank reaches the first van, he notices the couple all charred]
Duck: What on Earth-WHOA!
[Duck is switched onto the same line as the vans, just as Henry is approaching in the opposite direction with a passenger train. A jumpcut show Henry watching the runaway go by, followed by Scar watching from a window]
Henry: I've seen it all now.
Scar: Well, that's a few casualties down the drain…[sips his tea]
Duck: C'mon…c'mon…just…a little closer…[snatches his coupling on the van]...got it!
Van #3: Awwww, don't spoil the fun, go on! Go on!
[The vans surge into one another, taking Duck along with them]
Duck: Oh no, you don't!
[Duck tries to brake, but the distance between the runaway and the city grows shorter and shorter]
Duck: Oooooooooooooh, comeoncomeoncomeon! [internally] This is bad, this is bad, we go into the city and who knows what'll happen!
[Suddenly, something bumps into Duck from behind]
Duck: What the?!
Diesel: I hope you know the distance I traveled to get here!
Duck: Diesel?! But, why are-
Diesel: Never mind about that, this train's on a collison course!
Duck: Oh, right!
[As the two rush through the city, their brakes spark along the tracks, catching the attention of several onlookers across the street, Rigby, Marceline, Tanya, Marvin, Rouge, and Granny, the latter of whom jolts as sparks get close to her]
Granny: OH! Dear me…
[The runaway rushes over the points and onto the line that leads to the harbor. At that moment, the scene cuts to Tramp and Buster walking along the route through it]
Buster: Be real, you liked it.
Tramp: I just danced with you, that was it.
Buster: Oh yeah, that bit where we dipped one another, that was it.
Tramp: Okay, okay, I give, maybe I enjoyed it a little more than I thought, and, to be honest, you're not half bad a dancer.
Buster: Huh, a compliment, I see I'm slowly workin' my way up there.
Tramp: Yeah, well…I suppose lunch with you wasn't too bad…did bring back some memories…
Buster: Pleasant, I imagine?
Tramp: You could say-
[At that moment, the runaway rushes into the harbor. The points change and send it into the siding, the vans run hard into the buffers at the edge of the pier, derailing as they pile around the key. Duck and Diesel come off the rails as well, along with some of the tankers]
Van #4: Owwww, I can't feel my frames…
Van #5: I can't feel my anything…
Duck: [groans] Yep, it felt this way last time…you alright back there, Diesel?
Diesel: Remind me to never play rescue again. Ever…
Tramp: …Well, that happened.
Buster: Yeah…
[The scene transitions to Harvey and Nia clearing up the mess, the latter having assembled the trucks still on the rails, while Edward has arrived to help]
Nia: Well, this should make for an interesting story.
Edward: I don't know what happened, apart from an explosion of sorts causing my trucks to run away.
Nia: An explosion? But how? And why didn't that van say anything?
Van #1: I was asleep when it happened.
Edward: And you didn't notice anything odd on your coupling?
Van #1: I dunno, I didn't really take much notice.
Edward: [sighs] Well, this is a predicament.
Nia: Maybe it was vandals.
Edward: Hmm, that might have been the case…oh, dear…
[The shot cuts to Duck's wheels put back on the rails before panning out to reveal him full, Harvey in front lowering with his hook]
Harvey: There ya' go, Duck. Not too shaken up, are ye?
Duck: I've been through worse, thanks, Harvey.
[Duck looks back at Diesel sitting a few yards away, Harvey takes notice of this]
Harvey: I'll leave you to it.
[The crane engine backs off as the green tank engine backs up to the shunter]
Duck: Hey, Diesel…
Diesel: Hi…
Duck: Um, thank you for helping back there…
Diesel: Mmmmmyeah, alright.
Duck: But…why did you do it?
Diesel: Well, you weren't going to stop it on your own at any rate…I suppose it was instinct…
Duck: Right…beg pardon, but…I wanted to…apologize for being so cold earlier…it was unprofessional…
Diesel: I understand why you did it…
Duck: Still…are we…okay?
[A pause follows]
Diesel: [sighs]...Yeah, we're okay…just don't make a big deal out of it.
Duck: Of course…
[Lola is seen walking through the street with a notepad in her hand when she stops suddenly at the sight before her]
Lola: Oh…um, this wasn't my fault, like at all, nope, just gonna…back away from here, no one to see me…
[The tan rabbit backs away as subtly as she can before bumping into Bugs]
Bugs and Lola: Oof!
Lola: Oh, hey, Bugs.
Bugs: Ah, there you are, Lola, I wanted to speak with you about something.
Lola: Oh, yeah, what that'd be?
Bugs: [holds up a sheet of papers] These were on the desk back in the office, I don't suppose you know what they contained, do you?
Lola: Hmmmm, oh yeah, those are the schedules for the Little Western.
Bugs: Precisely, so why weren't these with you for the briefing?
Lola: Oooooooooh yeah, that…well, I kinda winged it, they sorta did the schedule for me, soooooo, I guess I didn't do too bad of a job.
Bugs: Uh-huh, that accident ova' there wouldn't happen to be part of it, would it?
Lola: Okay, that was coincidence, I don't know all the details, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't my fault.
Bugs: [sighs] Next time, write a memo.
Lola: Oh, sure, I'll write it down here.
[Lola scribbles down in the notepad while Bugs leans over to see what she's writing, the tan rabbit then looks to her left]
Lola: Um, do you mind, kinda trying to write here?
Bugs: What is that, your autobiography?
Lola: What, of course not, my life's not that interesting to write about, although perhaps I could give it a shot, I wouldn't be half bad an author if I do say so, maybe the cover would be me holding the Earth with the title "The World According to Lola", mmmnah, sounds overdone, "The History of Lola Bunny", no, too old-fashioned, "Lola's Take on Life"...a little tweaking.
[Bugs facepalms as Lola continues to ramble]
[The scene transitions to later in the day, presumably dusk as Tramp and Buster walk to the base of the former's apartment]
Tramp: I was wondering when you were gonna get off.
Buster: Is that why I found you leaning against the gate? Musta' been bored waiting for my shift to finish, thoooooough perhaps you wanted to pounce on me soon as I got out.
Tramp: Well, that's your imagination, isn't it?
Buster: I mean, ya' brought me here, surely you didn't just want an escort.
Tramp: You're not wrong there, I thought I'd make up for my…thing earlier by inviting you in.
Buster: Oh, really?
Tramp: Yeah, it's the least I could do given lunch. Plus…it'd be a throwback, you know?
Buster: Well, you've certainly opened up.
Tramp: Suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later.
[The two enter the apartment and the scene cuts to them entering Tramp's complex]
Buster: Huh, not too shabby.
Tramp: Make yourself comfortable wherever.
[Buster hops onto the couch]
Buster: Aaaaaah, yeah, this'll do.
[Tramp sits next to him]
Tramp: Cozy?
Buster: Yeah, nice place ya' got here.
Tramp: Thanks…ya' know, I must be going crazy, inviting you of all people into my place.
Buster: Nah, you're just learning sense is all, seeing a bigger picture.
Tramp: That's one way to put it…I wonder…
Buster: Yeah?
Tramp: It…might be a strange request all things considered…but would you mind if we…hung out more often…?
Buster: Huh…I thought I'd be the one to ask that.
Tramp: Well, I think you've shown more than what I was expecting…it's ironic, but I wouldn't mind if we revisited a little bit of the old days.
Buster: Color me intrigued, I like where this is going. Perhaps we can get a little "creative."
Tramp: If we get to that, I wanna start off easy, don't wanna go too crazy right off the bat.
Buster: Alright, I can live with that…but, for real, thanks for earlier…and this…never expected it after all this time.
Tramp: Well, I figured I needed a change, and to put aside some past demons.
Buster: Yeah, just like me and my…well, you know…
Tramp: Yeah…fancy a drink?
Buster: Wouldn't mind.
[The scene transitions to Molly crossing over the rail bridge with a line of coaches as Alice walks underneath it. The blonde girl in blue walks past Roscoe and DeSoto, keeping her composure under the Doberman duo's cold eyes]
Alice: [softly] Maybe it wasn't the best idea to come down this street…
[Something rattles from a nearby alley, causing Alice to freeze]
Alice: Hello…?
[With the sky having darkened, the inside of the alley is harder to see. It only makes Alice feel more uneasy as the sound of metal dropping follows]
Alice: Oh, I'm not staying here any longer, no sir.
[The blonde girl speeds up her walking pace away before the scene cuts back to the alley, right to a set of stairs leading down towards a door. It cuts to inside a room where three figures are sitting at a table with a single light overhead]
Fiona: Five runaway vans, all we got was a lousy spill. Though since it was muscle man's idea, I'm not surprised.
Drago: Hey, I didn't know we'd have interference, there'd been more collateral if we used fuel tankers instead.
Fiona: Yeah, we literally had a whole refinery at our doorstep, but sure, hook up some small pyro on useless freight, that'll work.
Drago: I don't see you coming up with something better.
Fiona: I just wanted to see how badly you'd muck up, turns out even a toddler could have done more damage than you.
Drago: I'll do damage right here, right now.
Fiona: Oooooh, someone's gettin' antsy, you wanna get your ass kicked that badly?
Drago: I'm twice your size, I can take you with my hands tied behind my back!
Fiona: Oh yeah, that'll really give you the edge, just like that one time someone half your size knocked you on your ass, with a rock!
Geoffrey: Will you two shut up?! Crikey, ya' givin' me a bloody headache, you wanna attract attention? That's kinda the thing we don't wanna do!
Drago: Well, she started it.
Fiona: Man, you really are a child.
Drago: Hmph, bitch.
Fiona: Come again, punk?
Geoffrey: [sighs] How did I get stuck with you two? The last thing I need is ta' hear ya' squabblin' like premature pups…now then, since today's mission was a bust, I've come up with a new plan; we strike here.
[Geoffrey points to the spot on a map of the island; the Quartz Quarry up in the mountains]
Fiona: What's the plan, genius?
Geoffrey: Let's just say; it'll be a wakeup call no one will expect…
[The scene transitions to the quarry, now empty and still, focusing in on a particular tunnel as the screen fades to black]
The End