Author's notes: This story is a really good one. I am amazed to see how differently it plays out here, VS the TVS one. Heh, maybe we'll have to use the TVS only elements to create a new story. Anyway, here we go.

Buzz Buzz

Narrator: Following there misadventures with Bill and Ben, BoCo arrived at Tidmouth Sheds and arranged his trucks, then Big Macintosh and Mr. Thompson took him over to sheds. When he arrived, BoCo asked politely if he could come in. At first, Duck and Pinkie were apprehensive about spending time with a diesel, due to the memory of their entanglement with Diesel and Gilda. However, when they heard that BoCo knew Edward and Fluttershy and were good friends with them, they became less suspicious and more friendly. When Big Macintosh and BoCo told them about their encounter with Bill and Ben, they soon were laughing and chattering like old friends.

BoCo: Have they ever played tricks on you two?

Duck: Oh yes, and same with Applejack.

Pinkie Pie: Come to think of it, I don't think theres an engine or pony on this island that hasn't fallen victim to their tomfoolery. Barring Edward and Fluttershy of course.

Duck: Your right there Pinkie Pie. Those two are the only ones who can keep those rascals in order.

BoCo: Heheheh. So true.

Pinkie Pie: It's amazing what a kindhearted and wise K2 larger seagull can do to a shy, timid pegasus. Kind of reminds me of Duke, Falcon and Stuart in a way. You know, from the times we visited them on the Mid Sodor Line. (To self) Huh, I just wish I knew what happened to them.

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup. If Edward and Fluttershy hadn't shown up, I don't know what we would have done.

Duck: You know something, me and Pinkie Pie often been known to call them, 'the bees'.

BoCo: Heheheheh. A good name too. They're the right colour and they're terrors when they buzz about.

Big Mac: Eeeyup…

Narrator: Just then, James bustled into sheds with Rarity. They had over heard the conversation and were quick to criticise.

James: What's that Duck? Terrified of bees are you? They're only little insects after all.

Rarity: Indeed. How can you be so frightened of such little frivolous bees?

James: Yeah so don't let that buzz box diesel different.

Rarity: That's right. What does he know?

Narrator: After they're experiences with Diesel & Gilda and Blueblood & the class 40 diesel, Rarity and James had both had despised diesels.

Duck: His Name is BoCo, James!

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup! And he wasn't. We were just….

James: Pah! That's all you diesels are good for. Just stirring up trouble.

Rarity: And spoiling the reputation of our railway!

James: You know, I wouldn't care if hundreds of bees swarmed around me. They can do there worst, but I'd just blow smoke and make them buzz off.

Rarity: Yes, of course. Nothing to it.

Duck: Buzz buzz buzz! The only ones who are starting trouble is you James and Rarity!

Big Mac: Eeeyup!

Narrator: James and Rarity retired in a huff!

Pinkie Pie: Just ignore them BoCo, we know that not all diesels are bad. It's just that some of the engines and the ponies here can be a bit stubborn sometimes after bad experiences to diesels.

Duck: I pity them. Really. Me and Pinkie Pie also had one of those bad encounters too. But then again I realise too now that not all of you are bad thanks to you, Daisy, Rusty and Rachel, even though Rachel is a bit cross with me at the moment.

BoCo: Why's that?

Duck: (Sighs) I don't want to talk about it right now.

BoCo: Quite alright Duck. Feel free to tell me at any given time though, ok buddy?

Duck: Ok.

Narrator: James and Rarity were still fuming.

James: (Crossly) Pah! That stupid little tank engine and pony. Look at them. Fraternising with the enemy. That duck must have fallen off the rails and hit his funnel, and causing Pinkie Pie to hit her head forgetting the incident in 1957.

Rarity: (Crossly) Indeed. First Edward, Fluttershy, the three apples, Scootaloo and now Pinkie Pie and Duck and to think they had the worst encounter with that ruffian Diesel shunter and that griffon. Now they're socialising with the diesels like they're at a tea party.

Pinkie Pie: Did someone mention Diesel and Gilda?

(Record scratch)

James/Rarity: Uh oh!

Pinkie Pie:
They are evil enchanters
Who speak evil banters
And if you look deep in their eyes
They will feel like your hand burns
Then what will they do?
They'll mix up an evil brew
Then they'll gobble you up
In a big tasty stew
Sooo… watch out!

Ok, I'm done. (Gallops back to Duck)

James: Ok… no comment. Anyway, that Great Western traitor's dome must have cracked and that mare must have hit her head on something. How could they? Hmph!

James: Your right there Rarity. What cheek! Ugh! Well at least on the bright side, we get to pull the WildNorWester tomorrow instead of seeing that rotten smelly diesel!

Rarity: I couldn't agree with you more darling.

Narrator: However, it wasn't going to be James or Rarity's lucky day. When Duck brought James' coaches to platform 1 at Tidmouth Station, the platform was crowded making it difficult for the two porters Bert and Fred to negotiate the baggage trolley to the luggage van in front. Fred drove whilst Bert walked behind.

Bert: Oy Fred! Careful now careful!

Fred: Oy! I'm doing my best Bert! Pfff. This job would be more easier if there weren't so many people and ponies here.

Bert: Calm down Fred. Remember, slow and steady wins the race here. The train isn't ready to pull out just yet, there's plenty of time, so just take it easy Fred.

Narrator: But Fred was in a hurry and took not notice. He just wanted to get the job done and over with.

Fred: Oy! Mind your backs! Mind your backs! OY! MIND YOUR BACKS!

Bert: Oy! Take it easy will you Fred? That's no way to speak to passengers.

Fred: Ah shut up Bert! Stop panicking like an old lady and let me drive! Honestly, your more skittish than Fluttershy!

Narrator: Suddenly, an old lady appeared in front.

Bert: (Sees old lady) Uh, Fred?

Fred: I mean, I've been driving luggage trollies since the war years. I mean, what idiot do you take me for.

Bert: (Panicking.) Uh, Fred.

Fred: I mean, I'm the most reliable baggage trolley driver on this island. Never had a single accident.

Bert: (Panicking) FRED!

Fred: What Bert!?

Bert: OLD LADY AT 12:00

Fred: What the… Oh holly marmalade!

Narrator: Fred braked hard and stopped dead without scuffing the lady but the trolley jolted. The luggage fell and the lid to a white wooden box burst open.

Bert: Oh dear. Now look what you've done! If you'd listen to me, this wouldn't have happened.

Fred: Well if you would have shut up, this wouldn't have happened.

Narrator: Then there was ominous buzzing noise coming from the white box. Fred's and Bert's eyes widened with horror.

Fred: (Panicking) Uh Bert?

Bert: (Panicking) Yes Fred?

Fred: (Panicking) Is that what I think it is in that white box?

Bert: (Panicking) Oh yes it is… I think there's only one thing to do now.

Fred: (Panicking) Oh yes, I agree.

Bert: (Frightened) RRRRREEEETTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!

Fred: (Frightend) RRRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNN FFFFFFFFOOOORRRRR IIITTTTTT!

Narrator: They were right to do so. A swarm of bees buzzed out and began to explore the station just as James Rarity and Mr. Roberts came backing down. James and Rarity were rather cross to see the passengers evacuating the station like magic and soon found out why.

Bert: GET OUT OF HERE FAST! THERES A SWARM OF BEES!

James/Rarity/Mr. Roberts: UGH! You just had to pick the most perfect time for this to happen, didn't you!

Narrator: The bees were too sleepy to be cross. They found the station to be cold. As Rarity tried to couple the train, they swarmed round her, hoping to that she would mend their hive to be warm again. But Rarity didn't understand. She thought that they were going to sting her so with a high pitch ear drum shattering shriek of terror she dashed back.

Rarity: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET THEM AWAY! GET THEM AWAY! GET THESE'S RENEGADES AWAY FROM ME!

Mr. Roberts: NO WAIT RARITY!

Narrator: She crouched down and used her unicorn magic to make a bubble shield to protect herself. Mr. Roberts didn't understand either.

Mr. Roberts: OH GREAT JOB RARITY! NOW YOU'VE LURED THEM INTO HERE! AND NOW GOING AFTER ME NOW! VERY SMART RARITY!

Rarity: HEY! I WASN'T TOLD THAT THEY'RE WERE GOING TO BE BEES! THIS WAS NOT IN THE JOB DESCRIPTION AT ALL! NO ONE TAUGHT ME HOW TO DEAL WITH BEES! I CAN'T WORK LIKE THIS, I'M TOO YOUNG AND TOO PRETTY. I'LL GET STUNG!

Narrator: Mr. Roberts, annoyed and frightened himself, quickly picked up the fire shovel and tried swatting them away, hitting some of the walls in James' cab.

Mr. Roberts: RIGHT THEN! GET OUT OF HERE THEN!

(Clunk!)

James: OW!

Mr. Roberts: THAT'S PLENTY FOR YA!

(Clunk!)

James: OUCH!

Mr. Roberts: AND TAKE THAT BEES!

(Clunk!)

James: OW! MY CAB INTERIOR!

Mr. Roberts: And that!

(Clunk!)

James: OUCH!

Mr. Roberts: AND SOME OF THAT TOO!

(Clunking hitting James' cab interior and Rarity on the head.)

James/Rarity: OW! OY! WATCH WHAT YOUR DOING WITH THAT SHOVEL!

Rarity: YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A LUMP! BESIDES YOUR GOING TO MAKE THEM MAD AND THEN THEY WILL STING US!

Mr. Roberts: WELL RARITY! AT LEAST I'M MAKING AN EFFORT TO GET THEM AWAY FROM US! WHICH IS MORE THAN CAN BE SAID FOR YOU!

Rarity: (Starting to cry) ALRIGHT! JUST KEEP IT UP MR. ROBERTS KEEP IT UP!

Mr. Roberts : GLAD TO SEE YOU AGREE WITH ME, NOW PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER RARITY AND STOP CRYING!

Rarity: (Hastily wiping her tears away) OY! I'M NOT CRYING I … UH JUST HAD SOMETHING IN MY EYE.

James: WELL, SEEING AS THEY SWARMED IN AFTER RARITY THEN WENT AFTER YOU, JUST GUESS WHOM THEY'RE GONNA TURN TO NEXT!

Narrator: James' suspicion proved correct. The bees, disappointed, turned their attention to James and his nice warm boiler. The bees swarmed round it happily. But the same couldn't be said about James. He made smoke in an attempt to show them away.

James: Buzz off! Buzz off! I'll smoke you all off! I swear!

Mr Roberts: Uh, Rarity, you might want to get some ear plugs.

Rarity: Good idea. (Gives some to Mr Roberts and gets some for herself. Both placed them in their ears.)

Narrator: But try as he might, James' tactic proved to be no prevail as the wind blew the smoke away and the bees stayed in the warmth of the boiler until one of them got a little too close to his hot boiler and burnt it's foot. The bee thought that James had stung him on purpose and wasn't going to let him off the hook. It flew up high to station roof, positioned her target area, readied her stinger, dive bombed and stung James smack on the nose.

James: EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOWWWWWW!

Narrator: He screamed so loudly that it nearly broke Rarity's and Mr. Roberts' ear drums, had Mr Roberts not thought of the ear plugs.

Mr. Roberts: GOOD GRIEF! WHAT'S WITH ALL THE YELLING!

James: (Sobbing) OOOQWWWWWWW! They stung me right on my nose! My beautiful nose!

Rarity: Alright! That's it! I've had enough! I don't care about regulations right now. I just want to get out of this bee infested station, NOW!

Mr. Roberts: I'm not gonna make a habit of this, but for once, I agree with you Rarity.

James: That makes three of us.

Narrator: They all fled from the station without the guards whistle and flag and they even forgot to couple James to coaches of the WildNorWester. When they did realise, it was too late.

James: OH BOTHERATION! We left the WildNorWester!

Mr. Roberts: Forget about it! We'll get another engine to take it! Ouch! ouch! Oooh! Ow ouch!

Rarity: We'll take it another time darling. Oh oouch! YOWUCH! OOCH! OW! They've penetrated my bubble barrier.

Narrator: Meanwhile, back at the station, the guard whom was taking shelter in the brake coach poked his head through to see if the coast was clear.

Guard: Uh, is the coast clear? Uh hullo? Hullo? Anyone out here? Oh bother!

Narrator: Duck and BoCo along with Mr. Hawkins and Mr. Thompson with Pinkie pie and Big Macintosh were resting at Tidmouth Sheds when the station master came up.

Stationmaster: There's been an accident at the station. The WildNorWester was left behind. A swarm of bees had ran amuck around the station causing, Rarity, James and Mr. Roberts to flee. Luckily, Fluttershy was called in and has already taken care of the bees. Mr. Thompson, we'll need you, Big Macintosh and BoCo to take the WildNorWester. Mr. Hawkins, Pinkie Pie and Duck will look after your trucks.

BoCo: Yes Sir. Right away sir.

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup!

Mr Thompson: You got it.

Narrator: So in the in end, BoCo took the Wild Nor Wester from TIdmouth to Burrow-in-Furness. They all had a wonderful time and even managed to gain back some of the time that was lost. The Fat controller was very pleased. No one seem to notice James when he came home to sheds. They were all talking about a new kind of beehive on wheels.

Gordon: I say, did you see that new beehive on wheels?

Big Macintosh: (Snickering) Eeeyup… me and BoCo saw it shunting trucks in the yards. I have no idea what it was called but I think it was coloured red.

Henry: Oh. You must be talking about the red beehive engine Big Macintosh.

Narrator: Everyone went 'buzz, buzz,' and burst out laughing. Rainbow Dash, as usual, laughed so hard that tears of laughter sprinkled from eyes.

Rainbow Dash: BAH HAHAHAHAEHHAHA! Oh yeah, I remember now. It's called James the red beehive engine. Bahahahahaha! Oh I crack myself up. And it had actually had the first queen bee in it…or actually if stand corrected, a unicorn queen bee. Heehahahahaha well I guess bees really don't buzz off if you tell them to buzz off after all. Hehahahahahaha! Boy I sure would have loved to help but it was none of my beeswax HAHAHAHAHA! Get it..? beeswax?

Pinkie Pie: Hahahahahahehehehehehe hahahaha hehehehe hahaha

Applejack: Oh yeah Hehehehheh…

Narrator: they laughed so hard but James and Rarity all thought that for big mainline engines they were being very silly indeed.

James: I wish Bridget and Sally weren't out late.

Rarity: Me neither. Oh! I think I need some cream to make the stings go away.

Ok, part 2, check. Let's go onto 'Wrong Road'. (Or should the title be 'Wrong Track'? Heh.)