21x11 - Philip's Number

[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 brown 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:

"P.A. Problems."

[whistle toots]

- Morning, Thomas.

- Hi, Emily!

Lovely morning.

I was just saying to--

[bell chimes loudly]

- All passengers for Vicarstown,

please move to platform three,

where your train

is about to depart.

- That's me!

[door clicks shut]

[whistle blows]

[whistle toots]

Sorry, Thomas.

Gotta go!

narrator: Every station

on the Island of Sodor

relies on its

public address system.

The loudspeakers

above the platforms

tell the passengers

where to go

to catch the right train.

[whistle blows]

[whistle toots]

[ladder thuds]

- Uh, here.

Let me steady

that ladder for you.

- [gasping and grunting]

[whistle toots]

- Hello, sir.

- Oh, good morning,

Edward!

- Uh, what's happening?

- I've splashed out

on a new public address system.

[laughs]

- Oh?

What was wrong

with the old one?

- Huh?

[screw thuds]

Uh--Oh.

- Sorry!

- Oh, nothing

wrong with it, Edward.

But this new one

is much more modern.

Oh, very state of the art.

[loud metallic clang]

Oh.

Oh, yes, sir.

One has to move with the times,

you know.

- Well, that sounds wonderful,

sir.

- Oh, it is, Edward.

It is.

[laughs]

I can't wait to get my new

super stylish speaker system

up and running.

Now, seeing as

you're off to the scrap yard,

I won't be needing

those old speakers anymore.

[laughs]

[whistle toots]

What have we here?

Ooh, now, "Thank you

for choosing

the TX

advanced P.A. system."

You're welcome.

[machinery whirring]

narrator: Down at

the scrap yard,

Reg was in a particularly

good mood.

- ♪ Any old dime,

copper or lead ♪

♪ Hubcaps or an old brass bed ♪

♪ An oil drum or

a great big tin ♪

♪ Any old scrap

will make me grin ♪

[humming]

[whistle toots]

- Hello, Reg.

I have something

here for you.

- Oh! More scrap!

Brilliant!

Thank you, Edward.

♪ Rusty garbage cans,

an iron hob ♪

♪ Any old scrap

will do the job ♪

- All done, sir.

- [laughs]

Yes!

Very smart.

Oh, I think I shall make

the first announcement

on my swanky

new speaker system.

[clears throat]

The train standing

at platform five--

[feedback screeches]

narrator: But Sir Topham Hatt

didn't realize

that his new

public address system

wasn't working

as well as it should have been.

- The --

[feedback screeches]

Bluff's Cove is about to depart

from platform--

[feedback screeches]

- Huh?

What did he say?

- Something about platform four,

I think.

- Did he say Bluff's Cove

or Brendham Docks?

[metallic clank]

- The train--

[feedback screeches]

Arriving at platform three

is the--

[feedback screeches]

For Callan Castle.

[whistle blows]

- Platform three?

[gasps]

That's me!

Uh-oh.

[whistle blows]

I better get these pigs

up to Callan Castle.

[whistle toots]

- Marvelous!

My new public address system

seems to be working perfectly.

[bells clanging]

- Here we are!

- Huh?

This isn't the beach.

Why did you

bring us here, Toby?

- Oh, dear.

kids: Seaside,

seaside, seaside!

- But what happened

to all the quarry workers?

[seagulls calling]

- Huh?

This isn't the quarry.

- Now we're gonna be

late for work, Thomas.

[ball smacks]

- Oof!

- But why did you

bring them here, Percy?

I don't need any pigs.

[pig squeals]

narrator: Sir Topham Hatt's

new public address system

was causing confusion

and delay.

[pig squeals]

Meanwhile,

Edward was on his branch line

when he heard

a curious sound.

[distant music]

[lively music]

- Hello!

Reg?

- Wahoo!

- Reg!

[whistle toots]

- Oh, Edward!

Thanks for bringing me

that old P.A. system.

It's still working

perfectly!

- [laughs]

I can hear that, Reg!

- You wouldn't believe

what people throw away.

I mean, this bike

may be a bit rusty,

but someone

could still ride it.

[metallic clang]

Oops.

[laughs]

[metallic clattering]

- Oh, Reg.

[whistle toots]

- Uh, sir.

It's about your new

public address system.

- Yes, it's wonderful,

isn't it?

- Well, actually,

the thing is--

- You can take over

the announcements.

Off you go, now.

Good man.

[whistle toots]

- Uh...

Oh.

- Ah, Thomas.

Marvelous!

Right on schedule.

- Oy!

I want to have a word

with you.

- Oh?

Um...

What's going on here?

- The quarry workers

got on the wrong train,

and I took them

to Hardwick Beach.

- I took all these

holidaymakers to the quarry

when they really wanted

to go to the beach.

- Well, I never.

[whistle toots]

[pigs squealing]

What are those pigs doing

back here?

Why is everyone getting on

the wrong trains today?

- It's your new

public address system, sir.

[dramatic musical flourish]

- It can't be!

- Passengers wishing to

travel to--

[feedback screeches]

- [gasps]

- At platform--

[feedback screeches]

- Oh.

Dear, oh, dear.

It's a--It probably needs

some final adjustments.

[chuckles nervously, gasps]

[feedback screeches]

[chatters indistinctly]

I did that.

Oh, no.

What is--Oh.

Oh, don't understand.

- Have you tried turning it off

and on again, sir?

- Um, oh.

narrator: Then

there was trouble.

- Oh, let's try this one.

[knob clicks]

[electricity zaps, sizzles]

[whimpering, gasping]

Oh!

[groans]

Oh, no.

Why did I ever

get this ridiculous

new public address system?

The old speakers

worked perfectly well.

Now they're down

at the scrap yard.

I expect they've been crushed.

[whistle toots]

[lively music]

[whistle toots]

- Reg!

- Whoo!

- Reg!

- Whee!

- Reg!

[whistle toots]

- Oh-ho!

That's it, Edward.

Join in with the music.

Beep! Beep!

- No.

Sorry, Reg.

I've come to get

Sir Topham Hatt's P.A. system.

- Oh, yes.

Sounds great, doesn't it?

- No, Reg.

Sir Topham Hatt

needs it back...

[music winds down]

Urgently.

- Oh.

That's a shame.

Oh, well.

I'll just have to

make my own music,

won't I?

- The : to Calsthorpe

will be leaving from platform...

Uh, four.

No!

[whistle toots]

Three.

No.

Uh, five.

- Sir...

- No!

- Do you think it might be

easier if you use this?

- Oh!

My reliable old P.A. system!

Oh!

You saved it!

You're a hero, Edward.

- You should thank Reg

for not crushing it, sir.

He saves lots of things.

Just because they're old

doesn't mean they're not useful.

[laughs]

- The train arriving at platform

two is the : to Maron.

- Crystal clear.

[laughs]

Now, that really is

a tip-top speaker.

[train engine chugging]

[Reg humming indistinctly]

- ♪ Any old dime,

copper or lead ♪

♪ Hubcaps or an old brass bed ♪

[whistle toots]

Hey!

I'm making my own music now,

Edward!

[laughs]

Feel free to join in!

♪ Hey! An oil drum or

a great big tin ♪

♪ Any old scrap

will make me grin ♪

Ha-ha!

Whee!

[laughs]

[steam hisses]

[gentle woodwind music]

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Children singing:

[whistle blasts]

[upbeat music]

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