The Narrow Gauge saga

Sir Handel's badditude.

There is a part of Sodor built for Narrow Gauge locomotives. The first 2, Skarloey and Rheneas, are namedfor a lake in the woods that leads to a split waterfall. Their coaches are filled with passengers, and they're happy to run the line in any kind of weather. They don't wanna let people down, but these guys are old and they tire easily. The drivers and firemen understood. "There's more than enough work for 2 of you on this railway, so Mr. Percival is sending 2 more engines to run it." Skarloey and Rheneas were pleased to here this news and promised to give the n00bz a big welcome and a chance. Unfortunately, Rheneas broke down big time before he could give his, so he had to get mended for a while. The blue one was Sir Handel, and the green one was Peter Sam. "What a weeny shed!" barked Sir Handel, "This won't do at all. We're much too good for this ol shack." "I like it," said Peter Sam. "O really?" huffed Sir Handel, "then wuddaya call that rusty red pile'a scrap iron?" "Ushshshshshsh!" interrupted Peter Sam, "that's Skarloey, the famous old guy. Don't talk about him like that. I'm sooo sorry Skarloey. Sir Handel's cranky, right now, but i'm sure he's got a heart of gold, somewhere." "Now mister," declared Sir Handel's fireman, "get ready for work." "I'm tired!" exclaimed Sir Handel, "send Peter Sam. He'd love it." "No," said the fireman, "U go first. Mr. Percival said so." "Oh, all right," Sir Handel lamented, and he puffed away to get his coaches. He didn't like the look of them at all. "Whatever next? You're not coaches, you're cattle cars!" "OOOOOOOH!" squealed the coaches, "what a horrid engine!" "Shut up!" Sir Handel snorted, and he made for the station. He rolled to the platform just as Gordon arrived. "Eyo!" he yelled, "who are you?" "I'm-a Gordon. Who are you?" "I'm Sir Agustus Deximoff LOOOOOVEHandel, but you can call me fabulous. I've heard you're an express engine. I wanna be one, too. But used to real coaches, not cattle cars. OOH! are those new coaches? We gotta talk coaches sometime, but we can't right now cuz we both gotta work. B-bye." Gordon was speechless! Presently, they stopped at a station. The line curved here and began to ascend. It wasn't very steep, but there was fog that made the rails sorta slippery. "Hold back! Hold back!" whispered the coaches as Sir Hadnels couplings tightened. "Sh'mone! Sh'mone!" he puffed, "SH'MONE! SH'MONE! SH'MONE!" His wheels were spinning forward, but the coaches pulled him back. "I can't do it, I can't do it," he grumbled, "I want REAL coaches!" The conductor came up. "I think the coaches are up to something," he told the crew. So they decided to bring the coaches down to a level piece of line to give Sir Handel a better start. The conductor and fireman put sand on the rails  and Sir Handel pulled hard. The coaches tried to pull him back; but he huffed and puffed like a wolf so hard that they were soon over the top and on their way. At the last station, the crew asked what was wrong. "HE CALLED US CATTLE CARS!" wailed the coaches. "We shouldn't have helped you, Buster," said the conductor, "you asked for it." They told Sir Topham Hatt, who was very cross. "You are a very Troublesome engine," he said, "you're rude, concieted, obnoxious, and too big for your buffers! Next time, you're really gunna get it!" Sir Handel behaved the next day. He just finished pulling a passenger train when the driver said "We're leaving the coaches here to get some cars from the quarry." Cars?" snorted Sir Handel. "Yes," answered the driver, "why not?" "Well, it's just that they're..." Sir Handel Jerked forward, "...well cantcha see they're..." he groaned, "I just-I just WON'T! So there." There was a loud clunk. "Told you." said Sir Handel. He had bent the rails and settled between them. By the time workmen came to rescue him, Sir Handel felt rather silly. To make matters worse, there stood Sir Topham Hatt. His message to Sir Handel was brief and blunt. "I shall talk to you l8r, n00b." Sir Handel felt sillier still. "Sh'mone" said the driver, "let's get you back on the rails." When Sir Handel went back to the shed, Sir Topham Hatt was waiting, crossly. "You're a very naughty engine! I hope I can trust you to behave when I let you out of this shed." After hearing that, I'm sure Sir Handel will. Aren't you?