Author's notes: Ok! If anyone asks about Applejack eating eggs, I suggest you go back and watch 'Sisterhoof Social'. I also cut out a bit with Mike about someone knocking his whistle off because I thought that was way too over to the top.

Mike's Whistle

Narrator: One morning, when he arrived at the Arlesdale Railway transfer yards with a ballast train, Duck's whistle was out of order. Mr. Holden and Applejack, had worked late the night before, had used his whistle to boil eggs for their supper. But something had gone wrong. Next morning, when he tried to whistle, Duck found out that he could only make burbling noises. He was upset.

(Duck tries to whistle)

Applejack: What in tarnation?!

Duck: Hey! What's going on? Why does my whistle sound like my safety valve?

Mr. Holden: I think it might have been some that egg broke.

Duck: What? How could a chicken lay an egg on my whistle?!

Mr. Holden/Applejack: Uuuhhhh… Aheheheheh… Funny story there Duck…

Duck: What do you mean?

Mr. Holden: Well uh, heheheh… Last night when we dropped your fire… lets just say we got a bit hungry and were a bit too tired to go to café. Heheheheh…..

Applejack: And then I found 6 left over british lion eggs and we found that your whistle was still warm and uh heheheheh… And lets just say we would feel very ashamed to let those eggs go to waste and rot inside your cab. We decided to have ourselves something that we like to call back in Sweet Apple Acres… a cook out… and used your whistle as stove… and lets just say I accidentally dropped an egg on top of it.

Duck: WWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTT?! YOU USED MY WHISTLE TO COOK EGGS!

Mr. Holden/Applejack: Oh come on Duck !

Mr. Holden: It was late in the evening

Applejack: And we were very hungry.

Mr. Holden: But don't worry, will clean out presently when we've got time before our next train.

Applejack: Meanwhile, no one will mind at all…

Duck: Well, I better well hope not.

: Oh don't worry. You got our word…

Applejack/Mr. Holden: (Gulp) I hope…

Narrator: But Mike made rude remarks.

Mike: Hehahaha! Would you listen to that? SLPPESHH SPLEESH SPLEESH!

Snips: (Laughs) Good one Mike. Let's go back to the sheds.

Narrator: At the sheds, Mike still making rude remarks about Duck's whistle

Mike: Spleege! Spleege! It shocking. Positively shocking. If engines can't whistle properly, then why should they try?

Bert: Then why do you?

Mike: Then why do I what?

Snails: Try to whistle of course.

Narrator: The other engines and foals laughed, but Mike was furious. He was very proud of his shrill whistle

Mike: Oh shut up! Your jealous of my beautiful shrill whistle. Anyway, mine's better then yours Bert.

Rex: Listen Mike, if I had a whistle like yours, you'd know what I'd do? (Pauses impressively.) I'd loose it.

Mike: PAH! The very idea! Whistles are important. Let me tell you, engines without whistles aren't proper engines at all.

Bert: Oh yes Mike, I agree. But are you sure yours is better than mine, Mike.

Snails: Heh. Its more deafening than Rex and Berts I can tell you

Bert: Heheheh, yeah your right there Snips. I remember when the prince of wales came to visit us back on our old railway in England..

Mike: (Proudly) Yeah, and guess which engine got to pull the special royal train?

Rex: Yeah, the same engine with the same shrill whistle who hospitalised him due to an instant ear haemorrhage.

Narrator: The engines foals snickered.

Mike: (Cross) Okay, that's enough, all of you!

Rex: Oh, or what about the time the prime mister came to visit us at that naming ceremony? That same day when Mr. Hawkins came to visit us that day.

Mike: You mean my naming ceremony, in which I was named after Mr. Hawkins for his outstanding railway record.

Bert: Eeyup, and ever since that day, he was never seen without a hearing aid!

Narrator: All the engines laughed as Mike got even crosser.

Snails: Hahahahaha! Oh that's rich! Hahahaha

Bert: Oh that's not all, after that the factory manager came over and told us.

Bert/Rex: Don't worry lads! I can give you a low tone whistle if you want.

Narrator: Everyone burst into uncontrollable laughter, tears running down there faces. Mike went redder than ever with incandescent fury and rage. His steam pressure went up suddenly and his safety valves blew off with a whoosh of steam.

Mr. Hawkins: Well ello ello … No short of steam in you today. Well since your ready first, you can take the passenger.

Mike: What the?! And leave me goods stranded?

Snips: Never mind, Bert can take it with Twist and Mr. Holden. We can't have you blowing off in here. Come on old boy, lets get them passengers.

Narrator: Mike was livid as he puffed to the station with snips and Mr. Hawkins.

Bert: See Mike, don't whistle too hard or you might lose it.

Rex: Heh, maybe that's for the best. Then we wouldn't have to put with it.

Mike: OOOOOOOHHHHH! SHUT IT!

Narrator: He gave loud furious blast of whistle and steamed away fuming with rage. Still hissing crossly, he back down on his coaches with an angry bump.

Coaches: Oh! Ow! Ouch!

Snips: Mike, be gentle your gonna jolt the passengers. (Jumps out of Mike's cab, couples the coaches up and jumps back on bored.)

Mr. Hawkins: Calm down. We don't need you giving the passengers whiplash.

Narrator: But Mike took no notice.

Mike: Come on you lot! Get in! All aboard! Move it!

Mr. Hawkins: Take it easy. Ordering the passengers about only makes things worse

Narrator: As soon as the guard gave the signal, Mike whistled loudly and started with a rude jerk.

Mike: Come on! Come on! COME ON!

Snips: I wonder what's bitten Mike, Mr. Hawkins?

Mr. Hawkins: I don't know Snips. He doesn't like coaches, but he's never been as bad as this.

Mike: Never you mind! Just drive!

Mr. Hawkins: Alright, alright. Just keep your valves on.

Narrator: Mike was bucketing along the line furiously

Mike: They're all jealous of my fine whistle!

Narrator: Mike whistled loudly at the least excuse as he bucketed along the line.

Mike: They're jealous, they're jealous. My whistles better then those smart aleck's whistles. I'll show them, I'll show them.

Snips: He's in a flaming temper about something.

Mr. Hawkins: Yeah, and no mistake, I just hope he doesn't knock himself to bits.

Narrator: Needless to say, both Snips and Mr. Hawkins were very relieved to make it to the top station safely and in one piece. Snips and Mr. Hawkins looked all over him but nothing was wrong. They tried to sooth Mike, but try as they might, neither Snips nor Mr. Hawkins could not make Mike feel happier. Mike just sizzled crossly.

Mr. Hawkins: Beat's me. Come on. Time to head back.

Narrator: But on the trip back however, Snips and Mr. Hawkins heard a thin, persistent tinkle noise.

Mr. Hawkins: That's something loose on his boiler. I'll tighten it at the next station, Snips.

Narrator: But he never got the chance. It was the cow's fault. She stood on the track, busily cropping grass. She took no notice of the train.

Mike: What the… WHOA! COW!

Snips: Now look here Mike! We know your in fowl temper, but for goodness sakes man, you don't have to insult us!

Mike: NO YOU STUPID IDIOT! THERES A COW UP AHEAD! BRAKE!

Snips: Oh! That's what he meant.

Narrator: And Snips quickly stopped the train. Mike stopped. He wasn't frightened of her, he had met her before. She only made him cross. He came slowly, forward whooshing steam from his cylinders.

Mike: BESTEY! I told you before the track is my territory not yours! SO GET BACK INTO THAT FIELD OF YOURS! And don't you dare turn your back on me!

Narrator: But Betsey took no notice.

Mike: COME ON! SHOO! SHOO!

Narrator: Betsey just flicked her tail and went on eating. Mike felt exasperated. This was the last straw! He then tired whistling.

Mike: (Furious) GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU STUPID ANI….

Narrator: But he got no further. He blew so hard that his last 'peep!' turned into a tremendous 'whoosh!' as his whistle cap shot off like mighty rocket and land in a field out of sight.

Mike: (Panicking) W-w-w-what just happened?

Snips: Well… it looks like you just gone and lost your whistle.

Mike: (Nervous) huh?... aha aha aha, that's funny. That's a good one Snips. Now what really happened?

Mr. Hawkins: Uh, Mike, that is what happened. You've lost your whistle.

Narrator: Pinkie Pie, whom was on train with the rest of the mane 6, Mr. Thompson and Mr. Roberts, ran up, pulled out her trombone and played her trombone fail song.

Mike: (Horrified) Oh good grief… WELL DON'T JUST SIT THERE FIND IT!

Snips: Alright just hang on a minute. (Get's out with Mr Hawkins)

Mr Hawkins: It's got to be here some where. Any luck guard?

Guard: Not yet?

Narrator: all 3 looked very hard but some passengers objected.

Passenger 1: We can't waste time with whistles.

Passenger 2: We must catch our train.

Mike: There are boards saying "whistle". I mustn't pass those without whistling. That's orders. Please find it.

Passenger 3: Sorry, we can't wait.

Passenger 4: We will have to whistle for you. That's all.

Snips: Ooh. That will be fun.

Narrator: And so it was arranged. Snips, Mr. Hawkins and the guard returned to the train, Applejack and Fluttershy shooed Betsey back into her field and they all set off again. Whenever they saw a board, Mr Hawkins, guard, passengers, the mane 6 and Snips would all whistle, whilst Pinkie Pie played her trombone all the way down. They made more noise then Mike ever did, and thought it was splendid fun, but Mike mourned for his lost whistle.

Mike: (Sighs) Why? Why did I have to lose my whistle. I wish I had my whistle with me.

Narrator: Mike hoped that Mr. Hawkins and Snips would give him a new one when he got home, but it wasn't his lucky day. The small controller was on the platform and was shocked to hear a trombone sound along with people whistling on board Mike's train.

Small Controller: What on earth?! Mike! Mike! What happened!

Snips: he was blowing his whistle too hard and lost it when a cow strayed on the line.

Small controller: (Sigh) Betsey?

Mr. Hawkins: (Sigh, nods) Betsey.

Small controller: Well Mike, this is a very serious matter. I don't expect mishaps like this from you.

Mike: Yes Sir. I'm sorry. Say, could you please send some one to go look for it. Or better yet, fit a new one. (grins hopefully) Please. After all I think I will need one. I am very splendid red engine and all… (To himself) Boy, thank goodness Duck's friend James doesn't come down here. He'd never let me here the end of it. (Outloud) But yeah, I nice shiny brass whistle migh….

Small Controller: What do you think I am? Made of whistles? I've no spare ones at present. They don't come cheaply you know. You shall work at the quarries for the rest of the day and then be taken out of service until we can fit a new whistle. Hmph! Serves you right for being such a crosspatch.

Narrator: It was nearly dark when Mike reached the shed.

Bert: What's that?

Rex: Shh. Take no notice. It's an improper engine.

Bert: Why improper? He looks alright to me.

Rex: He's got no whistle.

Bert: Oh dear. How shocking. We don't approve of his sort, do we?

Mike: Oh SHUT UP!

Rex/Bert: Alright, alright.

Bert: We're sorry for laughing, we were joking around.

Rex: Can you please forgive us?

Narrator: Mike then looked thoughtfully at his two brothers.

Mike: You guys, it's alright. It's really my fault. You know how short tempered I can get.

Narrator: Rex and Bert were surprised.

Bert: Uh, thanks Mike. Mind you, you look a little distracted, if you don't mind me saying.

Mike: Your quite right Bert. Strange thing happened when working at the quarries.

(Flashback)

Mike Narrating: Well, I was sent to work at the quarry near the old abandoned mine at Cas-ny-Hawin and I heard that voice you mentioned Bert.

Mike: Oh, I wish I wasn't so cross. Then wouldn't have lost my whistle and caused so much trouble.

Voice: Same here. Anger doesn't really help out in situations.

Mike: Uh hullo? Who said that?

Voice: You need to learn not to lose your temper at the flicker of a candle light. That would never suit his grace.

Mike: Uh… okay then?

Narrating Mike: Snips and Mr Hawkins then came back from their break and saw me very puzzled.

Snips: Mike, who are you talking too?

Mr Hawkins: Are you ok?

Mike: Uh… Oh hey Snips, Mr Hawkins. I really don't know… I guess it was probably the wind.

Snips: Yeah. I guess your right.

Mr Hawkins: Now come on. Lets get you home.

(End flashback)

Mike: And that's what happened.

Cadence: And that was a very good moral.

Narrator: The 3 small engines jumped. Princess Cadences was standing in the doorway.

All 3 engines: Oh hullo Princess Cadence. What brings you here?

Cadence: Oh, I just want a word with you Mike.

Mike: Oh please Malady, I'm sorry I was…

Cadence: Oh don't worry. I know you're sorry and me and the small controller forgive you. Just to let you know, that sometimes when someone teases us, it doesn't necessarily mean that they're trying to hurt your feelings. They're often just trying to joke around with you in playful way to have with you, not always to make fun at you. And this just goes to show that not all jokes are necessarily made out to be cruel and which just goes to show that you shouldn't take them to seriously.

Mike: Yes Malady. In future, I'll try not to take things to literally.

Narrator: Cadence smiled.

Cadence: That's very good engine. Well it's getting kinda late, and I must get home. Good night.

All 3 engines: Good night malady.

Narrator: With that Princess Cadence went home.

Mike: So Bert, I think you're on the level.

Bert: Indeed. There's probably something going on here. Let's give it another week or so, then if one of us here's it again, we'll get word out to everyone.

Rex: Good idea Bert.

Narrator: With that, the 3 small engines went to sleep.

Who do you think is speaking to Bert and Mike? Tell me in a note on DA or a PM on this sight if you don't have a DA account. Anyway, see you in part 4 of this story.