The Winx Club's Sodor Adventures - Season 3

Episode 12: Thomas, Percy & the Mail Train

That night, when the other engines are tucked away in their sheds, you can still hear the faraway call of an engine's whistle, and the clickity-clack a train wheel's turning. This is the sound of the mail train. One train is pulled by Thomas, and the other by Percy, as the loads are too heavy for one engine to do the work alone.

The mail is loaded into freight cars at the harbor and the engines pull their trains through the silent stations, delivering their precious loads.

On a clear night, a big shiny moon brightens their journey, but often Thomas, Bloom, Percy and Musa can't even see the stars. But whenever the weather, lamps along the track always light their way.

One night, Percy and Musa were waiting at the junction. The mainline train was late.

At last, Henry and Flora arrived. "Sorry," he puffed. "The mail boat from the mainland was delayed."

"Good thing we got the mail to you two," added Flora.

"Come on, Percy," said Musa. "Let's makeup for lost time."

Percy puffed along as quickly as he could. But the sun was already rising as he and Musa finished their work.

"Never mind," thought Percy when they arrived at Dryaw Station. "It's nice be up in about, when it's the start of a new day and there's no one else around."

Percy and Musa were not alone for long.

"Bother!" thought Percy. "It's that dizzy-thing Harold."

"Good morning," whirled Harold. "I only said railways were out of date, but you're so slow with the mail. You should give everyone their stamps back."

Percy was too tired to explain. "Birdbrain," he muttered.

"Take no notice," said Musa. "I know you are reliable."

"Thank you, Musa," said Percy.

"Good morning, Percy," called Duck. "You're up early this morning."

"No, you're wrong," sighed Percy. "I'm back, tired and late." He rolled into the shed and fell asleep, almost before his buffers touched the bar.

Musa decided to set off early that evening. Thomas and Bloom were waiting at Dryaw Station.

"Thank goodness, I have a chance to speak to you," said Thomas. "Bloom says that the person in charge of the mail has complained to Sir Topham Hatt about the delay last night."

"But that wasn't my fault," replied Percy.

"I know," said Thomas. "And so does Sir Topham Hatt, but this mail person wouldn't listen. Tonight, we'll just have to be quicker than ever before."

"Well, I would like to give that mail person a piece of my mind for blaming my engine friend for the delay," said Musa.

"Fighting won't help, Musa," said Bloom. "The only thing we could do is make sure that the mail doesn't get delayed again."

They were just leaving when they heard a familiar buzzing. It was Harold and Miss Griselda.

"I say, you four, there's news flying about."

"Where?" puffed Percy crossly.

"All other the place. They're going to scrap the mail train and use me instead. Wings work wonders you know. Always."

"Rubbish!" huffed Thomas.

That night, everything ran like clockwork. Thomas, Percy and their two fairy friends steamed through the stations, making good time everywhere they went.

At a station, Thomas and Bloom noticed a man looking cold and worried. He had missed his train home.

"We can give you a ride," said Bloom, "but it'll be rather uncomfortable."

"Thank you," said the man. "Anything's better than sitting here."

The next afternoon, Percy and Musa past Dryaw Airfield and saw Harold.

"Hello, Harold," said Musa. "Are you too tired to fly today?"

"The wind's too strong," grumbled Harold. "I've been grounded."

"You need rails," laughed Percy. "They work wonders you know. Always."

That night, Sir Topham Hatt showed the two engines and the two fairies a letter. It was from the man who missed his train.

"He thinks you are both splendid, and everyone says that the mail train is the pride of the line."

The End