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Percy's a cheeky little saddle tank engine who loves doing almost any job the Fat Controller gives him.
But there is one job Percy loves doing more than any of the rest and that's pulling the mail.
Percy was collecting the mail from Ffarquhar Station this bright spring morning.
The birds sung, the flowers bloomed and he was doing his favourite job.
Even the wait for the mail bags to arrive didn't bother him.
"Ah, what a great day!"
"I wish the mail would hurry up."
But Percy couldn't share his driver's annoyances.
He was in such a state, he couldn't even hear what he was saying.
Suddenly, they heard a familiar noise.
"Hooray! Tom Tipper's here!"
Percy and his driver watched as Tom Tipper the postman walked over to the platform with a net filled with post.
Percy was surprised.
"Why the net, Mr Tipper?"
"Manager's orders, Percy. More awkward time wasting for me and you, but it must be done!"
Harold was standing nearby and couldn't help overhearing.
"Rather a good idea, I think!"
Secretly, he had thought it a bad one after his incident with a net, but he wasn't too keen to say so.
"Oh, look - there's pilot! I must go, chaps. Routine fly-over time - you know how it is!"
But neither Harold nor his driver had noticed that the net had got caught in the side-door.
Harold was now flying with extra luggage.
"Wait! Harold! You've taken my mail!"
(PERCY WHISTLES)
But Harold was far too high in the sky to hear him.
"Come on, Percy! After that flopper-chopper!"
Percy's wheels pounded the rails as he bucketed his way along Thomas' Branch Line.
"Keep going, Percy, we're only a few yards away now!"
Poor Percy was tired out - he was only a little engine after all!
As he sped along, he saw Emily.
"Percy, you're much too slow! You'll never catch Harold!"
Percy ignored her - he was too busy puffing to notice!
Finally, after much panting and straining, Percy was underneath Harold.
"Harold! Come down! You've got my mail!"
"Leaving a long trail? A trail of what, old boy?"
Harold was flying too high to hear Percy properly.
"No! You've got my post, Harold!"
"Toast? I've not dropped any toast!"
"Oh dear, Percy. Harold can't hear us."
Percy and Harold were nearing Maithwaite Church, the oldest church on Sodor.
All the engine love to see it, but Percy wasn't so keen today!
"Harold! The net's going to get caught on the roof!"
But it was too late!
The net caught on the church's roof and Harold landed on the roof with a thud!
He couldn't fly any further.
"What happened? I wasn't carrying any cargo, was I?"
"Not that I know of. I can't get out and look - it's too dangerous."
Luckily, no-one was hurt and the church's roof was still holding.
"Harold! I was trying to tell you, you've got my mail!"
And he explained to Harold what had happened.
"Sorry, old chap, but do me a favour will you and get me on the ground please!"
"Don't worry, Harold. I will!"
Percy sped off so quickly, he didn't hear Harold's reply.
"Wizard, old chap, wizard."
Percy soon returned with some workmen.
"All right, Harold. I've got the workmen to cut you free!"
The workmen inspected the roof.
"Well, isn't that lucky! The roof doesn't seem to have been damaged at all. Harold should be able to just take off if we cut the net."
So, that's what they did.
It took longer than they all though.
But soon the net was removed, the post was safely returned to Percy and Harold was able to take off.
"Thank you, chap! Awfully sorry about the post, Percy!"
"That's all right, Harold!"
Then, Percy puffed away to Maithwaite Station - this time WITH the mail!
Subtitles by SteamTeam for BMC