Author's Notes: I really like this story. I do see potential for Sir Handel to become a more mature engine and act as a role model for younger engines, but this will have to be taken in very carefully with little to no inconstancies.

Sir Handel

Narrator: William, Rachel and the CMC were soon at work and helping to restore the line. One of the first jobs they had was to get aquatinted with the newer engines. The new engines looked very smart. One was called Sir Handel named after the owner and the other was named after the thin controller called Peter Sam. Now Peter Sam, was very kind and cheerful and quickly made himself at home. But Sir Handel was finding it very difficult to get used to his new home and often grumbled.

Sir Handel: What a small shed! This old tool shack won't do at all!

Sweetie Belle: Oh come Sir Handel. It's not that bad. I think it looks cute.

Peter Sam: Sweetie Belle is right. Besides I think it looks nice.

Sir Handel: Hmph! You would wouldn't you? If you ask me it looks stupid and decrepit!

Apple Bloom: Hey, no one asked you!

Sir Handel: And whatever is that pile of rubbish?!

Peter sam: Hey watch your mouth Sir Handel! That's Skarloey, the famous old engine.

Narrator: Then he whispered something so incognito to Sir Handel that no else noticed at all.

Apple Bloom: Hmm I wonder what's bitten his Apple ?

Babs Seed: Yeah, your right there Bloom. He sounds almost as rude as th… (Hesitates to find the words) As the way I used be.

Peter Sam: (Nervously) Um I'm so sorry about that Skarloey… Sir Handel's still a little upset right now. He's quite nice and really means well. (hesitates to find the words) But he and I used to work on an industrial line, and you know what that can sometimes do to an engine.

Narrator: Peter Sam squirmed and hoped nobody noticed. Skarloey felt very sorry for Peter Sam. The next morning, the CMC came down to the sheds to wake the engines up and start their work for the day.

William Rachel: Morning engines.

William: Hey Sir Handel.

Narrator: Sir Handel didn't answer. He was still asleep.

William: Um… Sir Handel?

Rachel: Uh… Sir handel? Yoohoo?

William: Sir Handel, are me and Rachel talking ourselves? Ugh!

Narrator: Then William noticed an old bugle in the workshop. He grabbed and ran back.

Rachel: Oh William? What's that for?

William: True it's a crude tactic. But hey, at least it'll wake him up.

Rachel: (Quietly) I don't know William. You know what happened back at the…

William: (Quietly) I know Rachel, but it's nothing like that whatsoever.

Rachel: (Quietly) Ok. Go for it.

Narrator: William took a big deep breath and blew the bugle playing reveille. Sir Handel woke with a startle.

Sir handel: AAAAAAHHHHHH! I SURRENDER! Huh?

Narrator: Sir Handel still in a sleepy daze looked all around and his eyes soon adjusted and he then saw everyone laughing all around.

Sir Handel: (Sarcastic and annoyed) Ugh! Thanks for warning me about the wakeup call. A ha ha ha ha ah. Shut up. Sheesh, what a way to run a railway!

William: Well, I'm sorry Sir Handel. It was the only way to wake you up. Anyway, now Sir Handel, we'll get you ready for passenger work today. You'll be working with me, Rachel and Sweetie Belle.

Narrator: Sir Handel was still reluctant. His eyelids were baggy and dark and his eyes were red with exhaustion and he had a very sourpuss expression on his face.

Sir Handel: Ugh! I'm tired! Let my brother Peter Sam go. He'd love it!

Rachel: Nope. Sorry Sir Handel. Peter Sam needs to be repaired first, and besides its owners orders and your first for the day, even if Peter Sam was in good condition.

Sir Handel: Uugghhh! Oh well fine! I suppose I must!

Narrator: He soon had his fire lit and sulking and complaining he went to fetch the coaches. When he saw what kind of coaches he was to be pulling, he was utterly disgusted.

Sir Handel: WHAT ON EARTH?!

Sweetie Belle: Oh what now Sir Handel?

Sir Handel: Oh whatever next! I refuse to pull these wretched things!

Rachel: (Annoyed) Ugh! Cry me a river Sir Handel. Surely you can pull 4 whoop dee doo dah coaches and a brake van.

Sir Handel: Coaches?! COACHES?! These things are not coaches! THEY'RE NOTHING BUT SCRUFFY DISGUSTING DIRTY 4 WHEELED CATTLE TRUCKS!

Narrator: The coaches were shocked and disgusted!

Coaches: OOOH! WHAT A HORRID ENGINE! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO US LIKE THAT!

Sir Handel: It not what I am used to!

Narrator: And clanking rebelliously he made his way to the station.

Sweetie Belle: Oh dear. I've got a very bad feeling about this.

Rachel: Me too Sweetie Belle. Me too.

William: That makes three of us. (To Rachel, quietly) Seriously though, I don't blame the poor engine. He has been through a lot.

Rachel: (To William) I couldn't agree more.

Narrator: They rolled into the platform just as Gordon and Rainbow Dash arrived with the Wild nor wester.

Sir Handel: Hullo there! Who are you two?

Rainbow Dash: I'm the one and only Rainbow Dash

Gordon: Name's Gordon. Who are you?

Sir Handel: I'm Sir Handel.

Rainbow dash: Hey, you look very familiar. Have we met before?

Sir Handel: (In his head) Hmm. If they don't know who I am, maybe, just maybe, this can give me and Peter Sam a chance to cover it up.

Rainbow Dash: Yoo hoo? Sir Handel?

Sir Handel: Ah yes. I've heard of you two before. You're one of the best flyers in Equestria, Rainbow Dash. And you Gordon, you're the famous WildNorWester express engine. Heh, I'm express engine too but I'm used to pulling boogie coaches not these scruffy mutts! (Gulps. In head) Oh dear. Too much information. (Outloud) Hmmm, lets see, do you have boogie coaches? Ah yes I see you do. Oh, Ex L.M.S express coaches, how very streamlined, ooh love that creamed line across the windows and that NWR Yellow Orange livery is just to die for. Oh, and they even have corridors at the end very smart indeed. We must have a chat sometime.

Narrator: Just then, the guards green flag waved and Sir Handel had to go.

Sir Handel: Sorry, I can't stop. Must keep time you know.

Narrator: Sir Handel hastily puffed off, leaving Rainbow Dash and Gordon at a loss for words.

Gordon: Uh, okay?

Rainbow Dash: Sir Handel? Huh! I swear, that engine looks familiar.

Gordon: How so Rainbow?

Rainbow Dash: Can't put my hoof on it Gordon.

Narrator: Meanwhile, Sir Handel trundled along the line full of discontent along the old rails.

Sir Handel: Come along! Come along!

Coaches: Filthy mutts! Filthy cattle trucks! We'll pay him out when we get to the first hill!

Sweetie Belle: Hmm, no trouble yet. That's a relief Rachel.

Rachel: Yeah. That's a good thing.

William: Well, we better get ready to stop Sweetie Belle. We're approaching Cros-Ny-Cuirn.

Narrator: They stopped at Cros-Ny-Cuirn. The line curved here and began to climb to Glennlock station. It's was not very steep, but the day was damp and misty and the rails were soaked filmy and slippery.

Agnes: Heheh, now girls this where we get our own back. (Whisper) hold back.

Ruth: Hold back.

Jemimia: What? You want to go back? But we've only just started.

Ruth: No! I said hold back.

Jemima: There is something on your back? Doesn't look like it. Hang on, coaches don't have backs, they have roofs.

Ruth: No! I said hold back.

Jemima: When will we be back? Haven't got a clue.

Ruth: NO! I SAID HOLD BACK!

Agnes: Shoosh Ruth! You loud mouth! You'll give our plan away. You're lucky no one heard you.

Ruth: Oh Sorry.

Jemima: Oh, you want to hold back! Why didn't you say so?

Ruth: Ugh! I tell you Agnes, a hearing aid is what that poor dear needs.

Agnes: I agree with you on that Ruth.

Jemima: Ruth says to hold back Lucy.

Lucy: Hold back Beatrice.

Jemima: What?

Lucy: I was talking to Beatrice.

Jemima: You were talking about Liquorice? Red or black?

Lucy: No! I was talking to Beatrice!

Jemima: You want to learn some song lyrics? I didn't know you could sing Lucy?

Lucy: NO! I WAS TALKING TO BEATRICE!

Jemima: Oh! Why didn't you say so?

Lucy: Ugh! Ruth is right. A hearing aid is definitely what that girl needs.

Beatrice: I know what you mean Lucy my dear. I'm amazed she didn't even hear that arrogant stuck up insult us. And he was standing right next us.

Lucy: Oh yep, this a sad day for Jemima. Next time we see thin controller we should tell him about this problem.

Beatrice I second the motion.

Narrator: Soon the guards whistle blew the coaches giggled as their couplings tightened as Sir Handel started. He began to strain his wheels were slipping and his coupling rods ached.

Sir Handel: Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

Sweetie Belle: We're slipping! What do we do?

William: Oh no! Not now! Sweetie Belle, try to put sand on the rails?

Narrator: But it was no use. Sir Handel couldn't climb the hill and the train stopped.

Sir Handel: I can't do it! I can't do it! I'm used to sensible boogie coaches not these scruffy cattle trucks!

William/Sweetie Belle/Rachel: OH FOR PETE SAKES!

Narrator: The guard came up.

Guard: I think the coaches are up to something.

Rachel: Ugh! Just what I suspected. Now how are we going to climb the hill?

Narrator: William thought very hard.

William: Hmmm. Wait a minute. I got it! We'll back down to the station at the bottom of the hill and sand the rails and with that we can finally get underway.

Sweetie Belle: No problem. I'll sand the rails whilst you two help keep steam up and get us up the hill.

Narrator: Soon they backed down to the bottom of the hill. With Sweetie Belle sanding the rails, Sir Handel made a tremendous effort. The coaches tried to drag him back but he puffed so hard that they were soon over the top and at last away on their journey. The thin controller spoke severely to Sir Handel that night.

Thin controller: You are a troublesome engine. You are rude, conceited, and far too big for you wheels next time I shall punish you severely.

Narrator: Sir Handel squirmed in response, and he behaved well for several days. The rebuilding of the line had started, Peter Sam had finally been repaired and the two of them spent many days taking passenger trains, slate trains, goods trains, and reconstruction trains up to lake and back. Then one morning, Sir Handel took the morning passenger train to the top station. He was cross. It was suppose to be Peter Sam's turn but the thin controller made him go instead.

William: Sir Handel, we're short on wagons and need them for the reconstruction trains.

Sweetie Belle: So we'll leave the coaches here and then go fetch the slate trucks from the quarry.

Sir Handel: ( furious) SLATE TRUCKS! SLATE TRUCKS!

Rachel: Yes that's right, slate trucks and don't you dare grouch to us about it. Got it? Now come on. This railway isn't going to fix itself.

Sir Handel: (Mutter) Slate trucks! We'll just see about that Rachel!

Narrator: Sir Handel then set off along the mineral line. It was old and needed repairs fast. The old rail chairs jammed Sir Handel's wheels. Sir Handel was now fed up. First he had to take another passenger train up to the lake two times in a row, and now he had to collect old decrepit slate trucks. This should have been Peter Sam's turn and now he had to do it himself. This was the final straw.

Sir Handel: I'M NOT COLLECTING SLATE TRUCKS! SO THERE!

Narrator: And with a lurch a bump and a loud clang!

Sweetie Belle: Whoa!

William: What the devil!

Rachel: What just happened?

Narrator: William, Sweetie Belle and Rachel got out.

Sir Handel: Ha! I told you so!

Narrator: Rachel and William slapped their faces and Sweetie Belle's hoof smacked her face in frustration.

William: Ugh! I don't believe it!

Narrator: Sir Handel had pushed the rails apart and settled down between them derailed on the spot. The accident wasn't entirely his fault but he hadn't helped matters.

William: You stubborn young idiot!

Narrator: Rachel telephoned the thin controller and he came up at once in Peter Sam with a permanent way gang. The thin controllers message to Sir Handel was brief and blunt.

Thin controller: (furious) I will talk with you later!

Narrator: then he and the fireman left with Peter Sam. Sir Handel was not so pleased with himself when he crawled home to find the thin controller waiting for him.

Thin controller: You are a very naughty engine! As a result you shall stay in the sheds until I trust you to behave.

Narrator: With that the shed doors closed and Sir Handel cold and miserable wished now he hadn't been so foolish.

Peter Sam: Sir Handel?

Sir Handel: (Sighing sadly) Yes Peter Sam?

Peter Sam: Rough day again?

Sir Handel: Yeah. I just feel so… guilty for doing this.

Peter Sam: I know, I do too. But you know what might happen to us if we tell them. What if the news reaches cruel hands?

Narrator: But I must no more or I may spoil the series.

For those of you that I haven't told, what do you think Peter Sam and Sir Handel are talking about? No spoilers in the reviews from those that I have already told, please. Next is 'Peter Sam and the Refreshment Lady'. I will be putting Apple Bloom with Peter Sam instead of Scootaloo. Also, brace yourselves guys because there will be a bit of nightmare fuel in the next one.