Thread:Thunderbird1InternationalRescue/@comment-25600892-20170306230443/@comment-25372003-20170307005803

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Pete was going so fast he forgot how slippery the tracks were from the rain last night.

"Whoa," shouted Pete, "help!"

Pete slammed on his brakes to try and stop himself, but it was too late. He slid into a siding and crashed into a muddy marsh. Mud flew everywhere.

"Well," said the narrator, "this is another fine mess you've gotten yourself into."

"Oh, shut up," said Pete in a grumpy-sounding tone.

Luckily, nobody was hurt. But when Butch found out, he was not pleased.

"I thought I told you to teach Benny how to pull passengers," said Butch, "not show off all afternoon."

"Yeah," sighed Pete, "I know that now."

Butch then watched as Benny puffed into the station. His passengers exited his coaches and were chatting happily about their smooth ride. But as for Pete's passengers, they had to walk through the muddy marsh, niether of them happy campers.

"This is just great," said one.

"I just bought these pants," said another.

Pete was embarrased. His face grew as red as Roger's paintwork. Eventually, Zeb arrived to take Pete and his coaches to the wash station to get the mud cleaned off. Benny came to see Pete as the latter was resting in the roundhouse. Butch was with him.

"Well, Pete," said Butch, "I hoped you've learned your lesson."

"Indeed," Pete groaned.