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"Why don't we have a race of taking the mail tomorrow night?"
— Harold


Race with the Mail
Season 2, Episode 3
RacewiththeMail
Air date March 12th, 2014
Written by DonaldDouglasandOliver11
Directed by DonaldDouglasandOliver11
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Race with the Mail is the third episode of the second season.

Plot

Percy the Small Engine loves taking the mail; it's his favourite job. At night, he, Thomas and Oliver would usually bring letters and parcels to the stations and the people of Sodor's homes. But there was someone that Percy hated if he was chose to take the mail. And that was Harold the helicopter.

One evening, Percy puffed into Tidmouth. Harold was there delivering the last of his mail. He saw Percy and started boasting about the mail. "The mail run is done!" he said "I can deliver the mail more faster than you steam engines can.". This made Percy cross "Pah!" he snapped. "Us engines don't rush about when we do our work, not like you aircraft vehicles." he huffed. This made Harold cross. But then he had an idea. "I know." he said "Why don't we have a race of taking the mail tomorrow night?" he said. "A race? Mmmm." "What do you think driver?" asked Percy. "I suppose so." he said "We beaten him in a race when we first met him." he said. "Yes I know." said Percy. "Okay then. I'll accept." he said. "OK!" said Harold "See you tomorrow night then." and he whirled away. Percy puffed into the shed. "Stupid whirlybird!" he snapped. "Percy..." said James "I'm trying to sleep here." he said "Sorry." he said "It's that Harold. He can be a pain in the buffers sometimes." "You know Harold well Percy. You once beaten him in a race sometime when you first met." said James "I know. But now he wants me to race him with the mail tomorrow night." he said "I don't think that would be a good idea." said Duck "Besides. He's just trying to show us that helicopters are better than us steam engines." he said. "I know." said Percy "And tomorrow night. I am racing him." "What no don't Percy-", but before Duck could finish talking. Percy had already went to sleep.

The next day, Percy puffed into Dryaw with a train full of stone from the quarry. He saw Harold in the airfield, he was asleep. So Percy decided to cheekily blow his whistle at him. "Wake up lazybones!" he whistled. Harold opened a sleepy eye "Oh... Good morning Percy." the helicopter replied "Getting ready for tonight." he puffed. "Sure." said Harold. Make sure you are here before we have our race." he said. "Don't worry I will." said Harold. Then Percy puffed away to help Charlie at the shunting yards. He arrived and saw Charlie shunting two milk tankers into a siding. "Hello Percy." said Charlie excitedly "Hello Charlie." puffed Percy "Do you wanna here a joke?" "OK!" "What do you call a helicopter when it wobbles?" "I don't know." said Percy "A jelicopter. Ha ha ha ha!" Charlie bursted out with laughter. So did Percy "Anyways. What should I do?" asked Percy "Well..." said Charlie "Those wagons need to be shunted on that upper siding." he told Percy. "Right away!" puffed the green tank engine, and they got to work. They worked hard all afternoon. At last, they finished their work. "Thanks Percy." said Charlie. "You welcome Charlie." puffed Percy. Then he noticed the time "Flatten my funnel! I forgot about the race with Harold. I must get there and fast." said Percy as he puffed out of the yards. "Good luck!" called Charlie.

That night, Percy puffed into Dryaw with the mail train. "Okay Harold. I'm ready." said Percy "Okay then." said Harold "Ready! Steady! Go!" and they set off. Percy stopped at Wellsworth to bring the stationmaster his mail and then raced away. Harold dropped a bag of letters at Maron. But the bag landed on a pet dog who ripped the bag apart. "Oops." said Harold and he whirled off. Molly was taking on water at the station "Be careful." she warned. "I know what I'm doing Molly." huffed Harold and he whirled away. Percy was approaching Suddery. But then he saw Harold dropping the mail bags onto the ground. "Hey! That's cheating!" he said "Not for me it isn't." whirled Harold. "Grrr... I'll get that stupid whirlybird." he snapped. Percy raced past Tidmouth Sheds. Murdoch opened a sleepy eye to see what the noise was. He saw Percy passing the sheds very quickly with the mail. "*sigh* What is that little green tank engine up to?" he thought as he closed his eyes. Percy raced past Tidmouth Hault. Duck was there dropping off passengers and then he saw Percy. "Slow down Percy!" warned the pannier tank. But Percy wasn't listening to Duck.

Meanwhile, the Fat Controller was getting lots of phone calls about Harold dropping the mail bags "He's dropped our mail bags." they complained down the phone. "He dropped my mail bag onto my pet dog." complained Dowager Hatt's friend. All evening, he had complaints "I'll go and talk to him immediately." said the Fat Controller. The next morning. Percy had reached Dryaw. "I won!" he shouted "I won!" and started to hum to his victory song when he beaten Harold the first time they met." "There's Harold!" called his driver. Percy looked into the airfield and saw Harold in the field looking miserable. "I thought aircraft were better than engines." chuckled Percy "I was grounded for a week." he said "Because I was dropping the mail bags." "Well, at least you have been taught a lesson. Haven't you?". Harold said nothing and remained in silent.

Characters

Locations

  • Knapford
  • Tidmouth Sheds
  • Dryaw
  • Shunting Yards
  • Wellsworth
  • Maron
  • Suddery
  • Tidmouth Hault
  • The Fat Controller's Office
  • Anopha Quarry (mentioned)

Home Media Releases

Trivia

  • References to the second season episode Percy and Harold are made.
  • This episode marks Molly, Rosie and Charlie's first appearances.

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