Tales From The Other Railway

Blokey

Blokey

A sickeningly happy and cheerful bus appears on The Other Railway with a more sinister purpose in mind for Cromwell...

It was a Generic Holiday on the Other Railway. Bernard the Bus was working harder than ever before trying to steal the railway's passengers. He had even -shudder- lowered his prices.

All the engines were busy too. Now that Cromwell was at the Works they had to do some actual work to cover his trains. The Big Fat Station was packed. No sooner had one train started than another was filled with people waiting to get as far away from the Big City Nearby as possible.

Pip and Emma was waiting for their next journey. Near them stood a white bendy bus, but he didn't look grumpy like Bernard. In fact he seemed positively euphoric. The bendy bus beamed as he gazed at the unhappy passengers.

"Lovely stuff!" he chirruped. "I'd have brought my kazoo if I'd known. I'd have had a good old-fashioned sing-song or something!"

"I'm glad you didn't," said Pip. "You'd have spoiled my ears."

"Poo! Complaining's all you engines live for, taking no notice of all the lovely things in the world! One of these days," he went on romantically, "railways will rip up their hatred and prejudices. Cars and coaches will all be your bestest friends ever!"

Emma, having lived on the Other Railway for a long time now, felt shocked at such an idea. "We know this idiot called Bernard and he's a bus, but he hates the railway. Sometimes he's forced to work with us, but he'd always want to see it ripped up!"

"Piffle!" laughed the bendy bus. "I know Bernard. He's too big a grumpy-guts to see the little joys in life!"

Pip and Emma tried to take no notice as the bendy bus trundled happily away.

"Rail and road!" he cheered, "Rail and road in perfect harmony!"

"That bus is mental," the twins thought as he trundled away.



At the junction Pip and Emma told Bowler all about the bendy bus.

"I call him Blokey," he chuckled, "He's painted bright white and shouts 'Peace and love'. Ruddy hippy."

But next time they met, Bowler wasn't laughing.

"Blokey's friend has come," he said. "He's white and sickeningly merry too. He's taking Blokey's passenger's home, so's to leave him free to visit Cromwell at the Works."

"But he can't," objected Emma. "We've not had time to visit him yet! He'll make us look bad!"

"Blokey bets he can get there before anyone."

"Rubbish!" said Pip. "We're High-Speed Trains. Outrunning people is what we do best."

Bowler looked more anxious than usual. "Yes, but Blokey says he knows a short cut. Or he has a sore butt. I don't know, I was trying to block out his horrid singing."



That evening Pip and Emma raced towards the Works.

"Cromwell?" called Pip. "We're sorry we haven't been to visit you yet! Generic holiday and all that! We've brought a gift basket! Wait a minute, what's that?"

"Look!" trilled Emma. "Look at Blokey! He's a squeaky Steamie Sympathiser!"

Blokey had already beaten them there. He was coupled to a long trailer, on top of which sat a terrified Cromwell.

Blokey turned to leave. They could now see his other side. It read 'Property of HiT Entertainment'.

"Toodle-oo, friends!" he sang as he trundled away.

"Come on!" growled Pip, "let's see what he's up to!"

The twins set off in hot pursuit. The coaches chattered crossly. "The silly young twit, we'll waste our nice basket!"

Pip and Emma wanted to pay Blokey out, but they weren't sure how. Preferably something involving a chainsaw and the Complete Works of Charles Dickens.

Then, far ahead, Pip and Emma saw a man waving a red flag. That meant "For God's sake, stop right bloody now or we'll all die!"

The line here crosses a narrow bridge made from old tins. Pip and Emma came as close as they could.

Blokey was dangling over the side, his front half swinging under the bridge. Cromwell's trailer sat precariously close to the edge.

"So this was Blokey's shortcut - the railway itself!" chuckled Emma.

"He tricked us!" shouted the coaches. "He told the other coaches Cromwell was a communist, but we knew better. Communists aren't nearly as shiny and clean as he is!"

"Did he now?" said Pip. "So who are you then, Blokey, really?"

"I know him from Sodor," Cromwell explained, "he was one of the other new characters due to appear in the next series. He must've been sent here to find me, but how did he know I was here?"

"Our Controller received a call from his lovely informant," said Blokey. "He's been following you ever since you escaped."

"Informant?" said Emma. "What informant?"

"PAAAAARP!"

"Mr Bottomsly?!" cried Cromwell.

"That's right," said Blokey brightly. "While you were in our spiffy new Steamworks, our workmen brainwashed your tender into working for us. Really keen, isn't it?"

"You forced my own tender to betray me? You fiends!" gasped Cromwell.

"You rotters!" snapped Pip.

"How can a tender use the telephone?" asked Emma.

The Drivers examined the bridge. "It's risky, but we must help Cromwell. Without him, the Thin Git's new merchandising line will be doomed."

"Merchandising is urgant!" agreed Pip and Emma.

The twins slowly and carefully pulled Cromwell's trailer away from the bridge.

"Would you mind stopping please?" asked Blokely politely. "It might collapse all over me."

"That'd serve you right for being a sneaky b*****d," said Pip, but the bridge didn't collapse.

Until after they left.



The twins made good time (only thirty minutes late today) and none of the passengers caught their trains, but Cromwell was safe and secure. He was sent back to the Works under police protection and soon returned to the Main Line feeling better than ever.

The Thin Git arranged a "detox clinic" for Mr Bottomsly. He is now his own tender again, though he still has a problem keeping his gas in.

The railway's new merchandising line was a big success. Cromwell's model sold like hot cakes, despite rumous of his 'real-working tender' being toxic. In the Thin Git's own words, "you pay for cheap foreign labour, you get cheap foreign labour".

HiT Entertainment gave up trying to retrieve Cromwell, owing to expenses and laziness. They decided to replace him with yet another generic six-wheeled saddletank engine.

Blokey had to stay because no-one would fix him, but he never learned sense. He sang songs and twittered on about Love Thy Railway till no-one could stand to go near him.

He's a holiday home now, in a field beside the railway. If he still sings and chatters he can do no harm. The holidaying trainspotters never listen to him anyway!

THE END.

Tales From The Other Railway - Series 3 / Story 9
Based on Bulgy - Written by the Rev. W. Awdry