Narrator, Edward and others in “Paint Pots and Queens/Thomas Meets the Queen”

The engines wondered who would pull the Royal Train.

I'm too old to pull important trains.

I'm in disgrace!

He'll choose me, of course.

You?! You can't climb hills! He'll ask me to pull the train, and I'll have a new coat of paint!

Then, the rain came. Henry's driver and fireman covered up their cab to keep dry. A painter was on a ladder above the line. Henry's smoke blew high into the air. The painter couldn't see. Both he and the paint pot fell all over Henry. Paint went everywhere. Poor Henry.

Well, you're not a pretty picture!

The Fat Controller spoke next.

You look like an iced cake, Henry. That won't do for the Royal Train. I must make other arrangements.