Author's notes: Man, love this story! Also, quick things here: Den's a Class 01 painted in BR blue, Dart's a class 02 painted in BR green, and Derek had some repairs at Crovens Gate to make him more efficient. Atsf and I will probably do their stories another time.

Super Rescue

Narrator: 1968, the age of steam was now on the last stages of coming to a bitter end on the british railway networks. Visiting diesels would growl, sneer and jive at the fat controller's famous engines and Princess Celestia's little ponies. Now of course, there are exceptions, like the BR class 47 that Gordon met the other day. Despite what most diesels and ponies like Blueblood say, the engines of Sodor and the ponies of Equestria proudly fly the bright flags of the age of the steam powered iron horses and to all equines across the universe. They would all do their best to divert there presences, especially when troublemakers crept into they're yards. One day, still during Scotsman's visit, two visiting diesel came in from the other railway on trial. One was a BR Class 35 "Hymek" Bo-Bo, and the other was a a BR Class 46 "Peak" 1Co-Co1. The two diesel's surveyed the shed.

?: It's time 1701, that we took this scrap heap of railway over and make it into something useful.

Henry: Excuse me!

Braeburn: Oh not again!

Applejack: THEM'S FIGHTEN WORDS BUCKO!

Big Macintosh: EEEEYUP!

James: LOUSY CHEEK!

Rarity: HOW DARE YOU! HMPH!

Duck: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!

Sally/Bridget: WHAT IN THE NAME OF SODOR!?

Belle: HOW DARE YOU!

Pinkie Pie: WELL NOW, THAT WAS JUST PLAIN RUDE!

Gordon/ Flying Scotsman: HOW DISGRACEFUL!

Rainbow Dash: OH IS THAT SO SMART ALACK!

?: Pah hahaha! Hey now now, don't blow your stacks out kettles and for petty sake don't blow your steaming snot out of your nostrils you out of date, filthy work horses. Besides, the rest of the british railway network has already gotten rid of all there steam and have long since ceased horse drawn railways long before dieselization. (snickering) Good riddance too all of them, both steam and equines alike.

D 7101: OY! SHOOSH 199! Watch your manners! It's their railway after all!

D 199: Oh no no no no no! Not for long, my dear colleague. Ugh! For pity sake, don't you dare get soft with these filthy mongrels like that class 47, Brush! Our Controller, Mr. Doctor Lord Baron Richard Beehing, Says that you filthy steamies spoil our image and you useless work animals along with that wretch queen of yours make us look bad!

Duck: WELL OF COURSE WE DO, HANG IT ALL! WE SHOW WHAT USELESS PREJUDICE HYPOCRITICAL FRAUDS YOU ARE.

Applejack: Yah darn right. We at least the people of Sodor ain't scared of us. They even made friends with me and ma 5 best friends in the 1920s thanks ta the magic railway.

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup!

Rarity: Yeah, and top of that, the books that written by our friends inform the readers around the world that they have nothing to be afraid of, though the same can't be said for you you arrogant pig.

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup!

D199: Pah hahaha! Those silly children's books, how pathetic! Relying on such childish rubbish to make you look harmless? Pah hahahahaha oh what's next? A visit from the doctor in his little police box time machine? Pahahahahaha oh I crack myself!

Braeburn: Oh yeah, well for your information buster, those childish books are what have drawn people to this island from all of the this world and ponies from our world!

Applejack: Yeah, and the honest fritter truth, these foreign visitors ain't a slice of apple afraid us. How'd like them apples?!

Rainbow Dash: So, there you have it. We're actually quite popular around the entire universe. So it looks like the jokes on you useless chump!

D199: Oh really? Pahahaha! Don't make me laugh! Oh wait, you already did. We diesel are far more revolutionary and reliable than you lot.

Duck: STUFF AND NONSENSE! YOU CALL YOURSELVES ENGINES! FROM WHAT I HAD EXPERIENCED BACK IN PADDINGTON IN THE 50's, IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ONE OF YOU, YOU CARE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING FOR YOUR TRAINS! YOU JUST SIT THERE SULK WAIL AND MOAN FOR YOUR FITTER! WE ON THE OTHER BUFFER BRING OUR TRAINS HOME IF ONLY ONE CYLINDER!

Flying Scotsman: I couldn't agree with you more my Great Western friend. If you ask me, BR is losing one of the best things that's happened to them

D199: Oh hahahaha! Oh my, sure. They regional governors of British Rail are regretting on losing there (cough) antiques later on. But rest assure that nothing ever goes wrong. We are reliable and you are at the end of the line and you ponies have trotted your last hoof.

Narrator: furious vulgar nosies greeted this.

D199: (Furious) WHAT! HOW RUDE!

D7101: GGGGRRR! YOU ASKED FOR IT 199! NOW SHUT UP AND KNOW YOUR PLACE!

Narrator: Sadly for Duck, James and the rest of the engines and ponies on Sodor, D199 thought he knew better. Next day, Henry rolling home tender first, and very furlong.

Henry: Oh dear I'm a failed engine. I can't believe I've lost my regulator. Jammed wide open and it can't be mended until I'm cool and back at Crovans Gate works.

Mr. Thompson: Oh, it's alright Henry. You still got steam and at least your reverser still works.

Applejack: Exactly. It could have been worse. We could have been stuck out there for ages.

Henry: Yes I suppose. But this incident just had to happen after Duck fooled me with those tenders! Now they'll laugh at me again.

Narrator: Presently, Henry stopped at signalbox and whistled for a road. Opposite the box on the up line stood Diesel 199 with train of oil tankers.

Henry: (Sad sigh) Worse and worse. Now old reliable will laugh at me too. It'll be 'out of date' this and 'out of use' that and 'ready the scrap heap' for the remainder of his stay.

Narrator: The diesel stood stony faced narrowing his eyes, and despite Henry's awkward predicament, the diesel surprisingly said nothing. The signalman in the box came out and he sure had plenty to say.

Signalman: OH FOR PITTY SAKE! Take this spam can away. This wretched things failed. The limited is behind, and all he's doing is wailing for a fitter! Completely useless, hmph! And to think he's suppose to be the modernisation of railways.

D119: USLESS SPAMCAN?! LET ME TELL YOU THAT I'M…

Signalman: STOW IT YOU! I've had enough of hearing your whining! Anymore of it and I'll take my tin opener to you. (Shows his tin opener threateningly)

Narrator: 199 subsided into silence at this dreadful threat Henry pulled the train away clear of the points. The diesel didn't help. He just sulked.

D199: Oooh! Helped by relic and his talking work horse! How humiliating!

Applejack: Ah, put an apple in it Spamcan!

Narrator: Just then, the limited rushed passed with a growl and roar.

Applejack: Heheheh…. Hey look Spamcan, there's your little partner there.

Henry: Hehehehe. Oh yeah. (Thinks) But then again, I do see potential for 7101. Perhaps he could become a new member to our fleet.

Narrator: 199 hadn't noticed. He just hoped that 7101 hadn't noticed his predicament. Fortunately for him, he hadn't. 7101, he had troubles of his own. He was cross with his coaches they seemed to be getting heavier. He roared at them. But it did no good.

7101: Ggggggrrrrrrrrrrr!

Narrator: All engines, both steam and diesel, have a special pump called an injector which draws air out of a trains brake pipes to keep the brakes off when need. If it fails however, the air from the injector leaks into brake pipes, causing the brakes to come on. Gently at first, then gradually harder and harder. Unfortunately, 7101's injectors had failed and were leaking on when he passed Henry and 199. He struggled on for half a mile before grounding to stand still, growling furiously, unable to move a wheel.

7101: GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRR! Come on coaches! I need to get to the station! The passengers…

Narrator: The signalman then told Mr. Thompson and Applejack what happened and they began to laugh.

Applejack: Well well well, did you hear what signalman said? He said we're the only reliable engine to get these two trains moving. Looks like you're the bees knees today Henry.

Henry: HAHAHAHAHA! Oh this is just to rich as Rarity would say. I thought they would be laughing at me, but now the joke is on them.

Mr. Thompson: Well, moving two dead diesel and there trains is no joke for a failed engine. But, do you really think you can do it.

Henry: I'll have a good try! Besides, 7101 IS better than this Spamcan. I mean, he did shut him up last night.

Spamcan: I say, please stop with this 'Spamcan' teasing. I'll have you that I….

Henry/Mr. Thompson/Applejack : Am always talking out your back end. NOW CAN IT SPAMCAN! Hahahahaha

Mr. Thompson: Oh that was a good one Henry. That's spirit old boy!

Applejack: Now come, we can't keep the passengers waiting.

Narrator: Mr. Thompson and Applejack climbed back into Henry. Mr. Thompson opened the regulator.

Henry: Right then. Here goes nothing! GET MOVING YOU! GET MOVING!

Narrator: Henry gave a hearty blast of his whistle. He lurched forward and at last, moved the sulky diesel and his train of oil tankers into motion, ready to start the rescue. He buffered up gently to the brake coach of the limited, then Applejack got down and attached Henry's front brake pipe the limited's brake pipe.

Applejack: Well, what do you know Henry old boy? It's better than we thought. 7101 can keep going if we can just keep the brakes off and the only weight we'll have is Spamcans and his goods.

Henry : Whew! That's a mercy. I'm feeling a bit puffed out myself.

Narrator: When all was ready, 7101 tooted his horn to signal that he was ready.

D7101: Are you ready Henry old fellow?

Narrator: Henry whistled the reply.

Henry: Yes I am. Lets go! Heheheheh, what about you Spamcan?

Spamcan: Ugh! Don't even speak to me!

Narrator: At the front, 7101 hauled the train home with Henry puffed gaily in the middle and Spamcan and his goods trailing meekly behind as they head towards crovans gate.

Mr. Thompson: Alright Henry! That a boy! You're doing great!

Applejack: YYYEEEHAAWWW! Now this what you call a super rescue!

Henry: Heh you can say that again. (To himself) Hmph! Eat your heart out Superman!

Narrator: Donald, Flying Scotsman, Big Macintosh, Mr. Holden, Mr Hoskins, Alan Pegler and Rarity were waiting at Crovans Gate talking to the little engine, when they heard a toot and whistle in the distance. They all cheered and whistled as Henry puffed past. He braked the coaches easily. Spamcan's goods trailed far behind as the cavalcade stopped at the platform.

Flying Scotsman: LOOK WHAT THEY'VE DONE HERE! GOOD SHOW THERE HENRY MY BOY! WELL DONE! YOU MAKE THIS OLD A-3 VERY PROUD!

Alan Pegler: Good Show Applejack and Mr. Thompson!

Donald: Och aye. That a boy Henry. Show those diesels whose boss!

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup!

Mr. Holden: Yeah, good show Henry, Applejack and Mr. Thompson.

Skarloey: Well done there Henry!

Rheneas: Excellent work. You make us little old engines proud.

Sir Handel: Hahahahaha. Definitely.

Peter Sam: Well done there Henry! (Quietly to Sir Handel) Heheh, boy this brings back memories of… him, Sir Handel.

Sir Handel (Quietly to Peter Sam) Yeah, and with two dead engines, fancy that. I know what he would says.

Sir Handel/Peter Sam: (Quietly) That would definitely suit his grace.

Rachel: Who's this 'him' your talking about?

(Toink!)

Peter Sam: Um… Henry of course.

Sir Handel: We are very proud of him for getting the train home.

Apple Bloom: YEEEHAWW! NICE GOING BIG SIS!

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup!

Applejack: Yeah, how'd ya like them apples Spamcan!

Henry: (Panting) Thanks guys, but to be honest, 7101 did a very good on his part, so you got give him props too. Unlike that wretched Spamcan over there.

Spamcan: Uuugghhh! Again with the Spamcan jokes !

Narrator: The passengers swarmed out of the coaches like angry bees, but Princess Celestia and The Fat Controller, who were in the the limited, told them all what had happened and about Henry.

Fat Controller/Celestia: Ladies, gentlemen, fillies and gentlecolts.

Celestia: Sir Topham Hatt and I would like to sincerely apologise for the delay, which was caused by a technical difficulty from two diesel engines from the British railway.

Fat Controller: However, I think we should all take pride in the fact that Henry here, whom also suffered from technical difficulty, managed to get us here to Crovans Gate safe and sound regardless of that.

Princess Celestia: We should also take pride in his heroic crew members, Applejack and Mr. Mitchell Thompson whom helped Henry undertake this gallant deed. We should all be proud of them as well

Fat Controller/ Princess Celestia: So three cheers to Applejack, Mr. Thompson and Henry, our enterprising engine, pony and driver!

Narrator: The passengers all cheered and cheered even took Henry's photograph. First by himself, and then one with Applejack and Mr. Thompson. Flying Scotsman and Rarity then told off the Spamcan.

Flying Scotsman: You see there! He has the maturity to understand that you cannot solve problems by sitting around next to a signalbox and sulking a waiting for some fitter to tend to him. That is not what any engine should do when the chips are down.

Rarity: That goes the same for ponies!

Spamcan: (Whining dramatically) oh yyyyees go aaahhhead and insult my wwwounds! Ooooh where is my ffffittter anyway. I want my fffitter! Oh fffiterrr! Fffitterrr! Ffffit me! Fffittt mmmeee! (Sobbing) ffffffiiitttt mmmmeee!

Rarity: Oh be quiet you Spamcan and stop whining!

Spamcan: I'm nnott wwwhinng! I'm comppplllaiinninggg!

Rarity: No you are not! I'll have you know that you are not complaining you are whining , seeing that you cannot tell the difference. Allow me to demonstrate. Ahem! (She then looked over at the others with a knowing look and wink)

Donald: Och Nae!

Mr. Holden: Oh dear. Here we go again.

Flying Scotsman/Mr. Hoskins/Mr. Thompson: What's going on.

Narrator: Mr. Holden and Applejack quickly handed Mr. Thompson and Mr.. Hoskins ear plugs.

Mr. Holden/Applejack: um… your gonna want to put those on right now.

Sweetie Belle: Yeah, quickly please

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup!

Mr. Hoskins/Mr. Thompson: Why? What for?

Mr. Holden: Just put them on. Please.

Narrator: So the two drivers and the ponies quickly put the ear plugs in there ears and so did the passengers and so did Princess Celestia, the Fat Controller and Alan Pegler.

Flying Scotsman: Hey, what's going on…

Mr. Holden/Applejack/Apple Bloom: BRACE YOURSELVES!

Big Macintosh: Eeeyup!

Narrator: The engines shut their eyes tight. Flying Scotsman, while confused, did the same.

Rarity: Ahem! Thiiis iiis whiiining! Oooh, this harness is too tiiight! It's going to chafe. Can't you loosen it? Oooh, it hurts and it's sooo ruuusty! Why didn't you clean it first? It's gonna leave a staaain! And the wagon's getting heeeavy, why do I have to pull it?!

Narrator: Spamcan felt as though his wheels were going to fall off!

Spamcan: OOOHHH PLEASE MAKE STOPPPP! OH FOR THE LOVE FFFITTTTERRRSSS! PLEASE STOP WHIINING!

Rarity: But I thought you wanted whiiining!

Spamcan: Oh ffffiiter! I feel so vvioollatted!

Narrator: Soon Rarity finished, seeing Spamcan looking wide eyed and very mentally violated and quite humiliated from his crash course lesson on whining, stayed absolutely silent for the remainder of the day

Rarity: (Grinning jesters to everyone that it was safe to remove their ear plugs) Alright. I'm finished. It safe now to remove your earplugs.

Flying Scotsman: Heheheheh. Good show there Miss Rarity! That'll keep that Spamcan quiet.

Rarity: Oh not all Mr. Flying Scotsman. Your such a gentlemen...err or, gentle engine, I think.

Flying Scotsman: Oh don't worry my dear. It's alright. I know what you mean.

Narrator: The Fat Controller then rearranged the trains . In the end, the passengers were very thrilled when the Flying Scotsman backed down onto their train. If the guard hadn't tactfully shooed them to the coaches, the train might have started later than ever. Donald took the goods. Then the fat Controller and Princess Celestia spoke to 199's fitter. Their message to him was brief, but to the point.

Fat Controller: Once you've fix that wretched Spamcan, return him to British Rail! I'll write my reviews to Beeching Later!

Fitter: What?! You can't be serious! You'd rather get rid of the future of railway traction!?

Fat Controller: That is correct! IF that thing is suppose to be the future of railways, then I am proud to be stuck firmly in the past!

Celestia: And so am I! Now get him fixed and send him away as soon as possible.

Narrator: Henry and 7101 went away together back to Tidmouth Sheds.

7101: I'm sorry about last night Henry and Applejack, I just want to let you know that not all us diesel are like 19… or should say Spamcan, heheheh but still, I am so sorry.

Henry: Oh that's quite alright 7101.

Applejack: We understand why. We even have 5 diesels workin' for our railway, their names are Daisy, BoCo, Den, Dart and Derek. There are also 2 narrow gauge diesels workin' for the Thin controller's railway. Their names are Rusty and Rachel. They are siblings too.

7101: (Relief sigh) Thank you. That's a relief to know.

Henry: Yeah, and we know its not your fault about last night, and to be honest, heheheh, we're all quite grateful for you. You did, after all, shut old Spamcan up.

Narrator: But 7101 Still looked ashamed.

7101: (Ashamed sigh) And made fool of myself today as well.

Henry: Oh rubbish, a failed injector can happen to any engine, of your kind or of my kind. And to be quite honest with you. (Wink) I lost my regulator today.

Narrator: 7101 stared in amazement.

7101: Your joking right?!

Applejack: Heheheh. As my big brother, Big Macintosh, would say, 'Nnnope'. It's apple the apple fritter truth.

7101: Wow! You failed? And yet you still managed to save both trains… You truly are an enterprising engine.

Narrator: Henry, flattered smiled and was to modest to take all the credit.

Henry: Well, emergency you know, trains must get through. To be completely fair with you, I think you did very well on your part of the rescue too. So I feel that you're an enterprising engine too, 7101.

Applejack: And there is the honest apple fritter truth.

7101: Aw thanks Henry and Applejack. I feel better already.

Narrator: And smiling broadly, he said no more. He had a lot to think about.

Hahahahaha! Oh, Rarity, that was hilarious! Anyway, get ready to meet up with our GWR 14xx tank engine coming up in 'Escape'. Yep, it's Oliver.