20x27 - The Christmas Coffeepot

[bunniefuu]

[bouncy music]

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children:

♪ They're two, they're four ♪

♪ They're six, they're eight ♪

♪ Shunting trucks

and hauling freight ♪

♪ Red and green

and blown and blue ♪

♪ They're the really

useful crew ♪

♪ All with different

roles to play ♪

♪ Round Tidmouth Sheds

or far away ♪

♪ Down the hills

and round the bends ♪

♪ Thomas and his friends ♪

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[whistle toots]

[steam hisses]

male narrator:

The christmas coffee pot.

male narrator:

It was nearly Christmas,

and Marion,

the railway steam shovel,

was working

on Thomas' branch line.

- Oh, Christmas is such

a magical time of the year.

Who knows what I might dig up?

[chuckles]

Tinsel and Christmas lights?

[gasps]

Or buried presents!

[festive music]

narrator: Marion had been sent

to clear a disused siding

to make room

for a new warehouse.

- ♪ Deck the halls

with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la,

la-la-la-la ♪

♪ 'Tis the season

to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la,

la-la-la-la ♪

- Hey, be careful.

You nearly hit me.

- Ahhh!

- Look out!

- Sorry! Sorry.

Nearly dug up

a talking tree.

What are you thinking?

You must have imagined

that voice, Marion.

Quite right,

there's no such thing

as a talking tree.

- I'm not really a talking--

- Oh, Mr. Tree!

I'm so sorry.

I nearly hit you.

Are you okay?

I've never met

a taking tree before.

Not to mention

a talking Christmas tree.

This really is very magical,

very, very magical.

Very, very, very, very--

- But--

- Don't worry,

I'm not gonna dig you up,

not now I know you're

a real talking Christmas tree.

Certainly not.

No, no, no.

I'll go dig somewhere else.

Oh, and I promise I won't

bother you anymore.

You won't even know I'm here.

- [sighs]

[cheerful music]

- [humming]

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narrator:

But Marion couldn't leave

her new friend alone

for long.

- Mr. Christmas Tree,

do you want to play?

Guess what's in my shovel!

- Oh, what?

What?

Oh, you again.

- Sorry.

Did I wake you up?

I'm so sorry.

It was branches, by the way,

in my shovel,

but never mind.

I'll just go back

to what I was doing,

and I'll--I'll dig more

quietly from now on.

[whistle toots]

Thomas! Thomas!

Thomas.

[whistle toots]

- Hello, Marion!

- Wait, Thomas, wait!

I found something amazing!

[whistle blows]

Finally,

thanks for waiting.

You won't believe

what I found, Thomas.

In fact, I hardly

believe it myself.

It's magical.

It's incredible.

It's a talking Christmas tree!

- [laughs]

You're right, dear.

- We don't believe you.

- I know, you must

come and have a look.

Follow me,

back this way.

- I'm sorry, Marion.

We have passengers to deliver.

[whistle blows]

[whistle toots]

- All right--oh.

[bell jingling]

Ooh, Toby, Henrietta,

I've got something

wonderful to show you.

- It wouldn't be

a talking tree, would it?

- Yes, it is!

[laughter]

Oh, you don't

believe me either.

[steam hissing, whistle blares]

[somber music]

narrator: Later at Knapford,

everyone was talking

about Marion.

- Do you think Marion really saw

a talking Christmas tree?

- I don't know,

but she is funny.

- I know you all think

I imagined

my talking Christmas tree,

but I've come to see someone

who I know will listen to me,

Sir Topham Hatt.

- Maybe Marion really did

find something.

narrator: Thomas's next train

wasn't due for a while.

[whistle toots]

So he decided to go

and see for himself.

His driver and fireman

cleared away the branches,

and suddenly Thomas saw

what Marion had found.

- Oh, you're the coffee pot

engine I replaced

all those years ago.

But you were on a siding

near Ffarquhar Station

last time I saw you.

- I was shunted here,

there and everywhere

before everyone finally

forgot about me.

- I'm sorry I forgot you.

- Glynn.

My name's Glynn.

And you're Thomas, aren't you?

How are you doing

on my old branch line?

- Fine, thank you, Glynn.

- Oh, yes, being useful always

makes an engine feel good.

[whistle toots]

- Percy, meet Marion's

talking Christmas tree.

This is Glynn,

the coffee pot engine

who used to run my branch line.

- Nice to meet you, Glynn.

Guess what, Thomas.

Marion's bringing

Sir Topham Hatt here right now.

- Oh, dear, once he sees

I'm in the way on these sidings,

then he'll have

to move me again.

Oh, to the scrap yard,

I expect.

both: No!

- He can't!

[dramatic music]

- Mr. Talking Christmas Tree,

I'm back!

Really, where are you?

Ooh.

He was here, sir.

He was.

I was talking to him.

- I suppose this means

your magic tree can walk,

as well as talk, Marion.

- Oh, yes.

You're right, sir.

It must be the most magical

Christmas tree ever.

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- Phew, I think we moved you

just in time, Glynn.

- He's gone.

You'll be safe now.

- Thank you both,

but you don't have to do this.

Sir Topham Hatt will

find me eventually,

and then...oh.

- Do you think Glynn

will really be scrapped

when Sir Topham Hatt

finds him?

- I hope not,

but how useful can an engine

as old as Glynn be?

- Well, Stephen's even

older than Glynn,

and he's still working

up at Ulfstead Castle.

- Percy, you're brilliant.

- I am?

narrator: The next morning,

Thomas came back

to find Glynn again,

and he brought

someone with him.

- Ooh, Thomas,

you were right.

This is a very special engine

indeed.

♪ ♪

narrator:

The Earl quickly arranged

for Glynn to be taken

to the Sodor Steamworks

to be restored.

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- Hmm.

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narrator:

But then there was trouble.

- Hello, Thomas.

- [gasps] It's him.

- Oh, no!

- Oh, dear.

[dramatic music]

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- How did you know

we were here, sir?

- Oh, because the Earl

kindly called

to ask my permission

to have Glynn restored.

And I must say...

I think it's a marvelous idea.

I'm only sorry

I didn't think of it myself.

- So you're not going to scrap

Mr. Coffee Pot after all?

- Of course not, Percy.

And when you're fully restored

and ready, Glynn,

I hope you'll be happy

to take me to the Earl's

Christmas party.

- [gasps] Of course, sir.

It'll be just like old times.

narrator:

So on Christmas Eve,

Glynn took Sir Topham Hatt

up to Ulfstead Castle.

- Oh, I must say, Glynn,

you look as splendid

as the day I built you.

- Thank you, sir.

I feel it.

[cheerful holiday music]

Ooh, there she is.

That's the engine

who found me.

Hello.

Nice to see you again.

- Oh, it's you.

I didn't recognize you

will all those decorations.

I thought you disappeared,

but I suppose you planned

to come here all along,

you being a Christmas tree

and all.

And you look more magical

than ever now,

with all those lovely

Christmas lights.

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[whistle toots]

- Welcome to Ulfstead Castle,

Glynn,

and thank you, Thomas,

for rescuing

our Christmas Coffee Pot.

Another engine

working here at the castle

is the best present

I could have wished for.

Merry Christmas,

one and all.

all: Merry Christmas!

[whistle blowing]

[steam hisses]

[gentle woodwind music]

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[children singing]

[whistle blows]

[whistle blasts]

[upbeat music]

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