The Fat Controller quotes from Thomas & Friends

Henry, you are an old and kind engine, but you worry too much!

[to his hat] Welcome back, old friend.

Come on then, James. Let's go on a ghost hunt!

Eventually, even the Fat Controller gave up.

We shall take away your rails, and leave you here for always and always and ALWAYS.

They took up the old rails and built a wall in front of him, so that Henry couldn't get out of the tunnel anymore. [...] Soot and dirt from the tunnel had spoilt his lovely green paint and red stripes anyway. He wondered if he would ever be allowed to pull trains again. But I think he deserved his punishment, don't you?

Everyone pulled except the Fat Controller.

Because... My doctor has forbidden me to pull.

But still, Henry stayed in the tunnel. Then they tried pushing from the other end. The Fat Controller said...

1, 2, 3, PUSH!

But he didn't help.

My doctor has forbidden me to push.

Oh dear. Why did I worry about rain spoiling my lovely coat of paint? Will the Fat Controller ever forgive me and let me out again?

I'm going to "poop-poop!" at Henry!

He was almost there when... Wheesh! And there was Gordon going slower and slower in a cloud of steam. His driver stopped the train.

What has happened to me? I feel so weak.

You burst your safety valve. You can't pull the train anymore.

Oh, dear.! We were going so nicely, too. And look, there's Henry laughing at me.

Everyone came to see Gordon.

Huh! I never liked these big engines, always going wrong. Send for another engine at once.

Hmph! That's no use. Edward can't push the train.

Edward puffed and pushed and pushed and puffed, but he couldn't move the heavy coaches.

I told you so. Why not let Henry try?

Yes. I will.

What are you doing here, Thomas?

I brought Edward's trucks.

Why did you come so fast?

I didn't mean to. I was pushed.

You've got a lot to learn about trucks then, little Thomas. After pushing them about here for a few weeks, you'll know almost as much about them as Edward. Then you'll be a really useful engine.

If you can't behave, I shall take away your red coat, and have you painted blue.

James didn't like that at all.

I see you are sorry, James. I hope now that you will be a better engine. You have given me a lot of trouble. People are laughing at my railway, and I don't like that at all.

I'm very sorry, Sir. I will try hard to behave.

That's a good engine! I want you to pull some trucks for me.

James was delighted and puffed away.

Here are your trucks, James. Have you got some bootlaces ready?

And he ran off laughing.

Oh! Oh! Oh! We want a proper engine, not a red monster.

Inspector, can you see... fish?

Thomas was horrified upon hearing such news.

Gracious, goodness me! How did the fish get there, Driver?

We must've fished them from the river with our bucket.

Well, Thomas, so you and your Driver have been fishing. But fish don't suit you. We must get them out.

They all took turns at fishing in Thomas' tank, while The Fat Controller looked on and told them how to do it. When they had caught all the fish, they had a lovely picnic supper of fish and chips.

[finishes meal] Mmm! That was good! But fish don't suit you, Thomas, so you mustn't do it again.

No, Sir, I won't. Engines don't go fishing. It's too uncomfortable.

Come along, Henry. It's time your train was ready.

Henry's not going. We won't shunt like common tank engines. That was Thomas' job. We are important tender engines. You fetch our coaches, and we will pull them. Tender engines don't shunt.

Oh, indeed! We'll see about that. Engines on my railway do as they are told.

The yard has never been the same since Thomas left to run his branch line.

Bless me! What a noise!

They all hiss me, Sir. They say tender engines don't shunt, and last night, they said I have black wheels. I haven't, have I, Sir?

No, Edward. You have nice, blue ones, and I'm proud of you. Tender engines do shunt. But all the same, we do need another tank engine here.

How are you, Henry?

Peep-Peep! I feel fine!

Have you a good fire, Driver?

Never better, Sir, and plenty of steam.

No record breaking. Don't push him too hard.

Henry won't need pushing, Sir. I'll have to hold him back.

The signal was down, Sir.

Cheer up, Henry. It wasn't your fault. Ice and snow caused the accident. I'm sending you to Crewe, a fine place for sick engines. They'll give you a new shape and a larger firebox. You'll feel a different engine, and you won't need special coal anymore. Won't that be nice?

[doubtful] Yes, sir.