User 366fa44c9e97... - AI Fiction in the Wild

Estimated User #14

2,240 total fiction conversations over 1 month, 2 days (Mar 28, 2024 – Apr 29, 2024) Birmingham, United Kingdom

Explore Story Permutations (321)

▼

Story permutations group this user's prompts into themes based on how similar their wording or meaning is. Click a group to see how the user's prompts evolved: within a selected group, each prompt is shown as a word-level diff against the previous one — green marks text the user added, and red strike-through marks text they removed. This reveals how the user revised, expanded, or pruned their prompts as they iterated. Jump to methodology →

Showing 23 conversations in story permutation C4× “Write a funny hilarious 17+ comedy Thomas transcript based o...” over 1 hour (Mar 29, 2024 – Mar 29, 2024), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:08 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a funny hilarious 17+ comedy Thomas transcript based on my prompts: One day in the sheds, Percy is eager to tell a disinterested Gordon and James some news. He tells them that because the work in the yard is getting too hard for him, the Fat Controller is planning to bring a new bigger engine in to help. James scoffs and tells Percy that if he spent more time working and less time talking, the yard would be a happier place. Percy, unfazed, leaves to do his work. As he works, Percy is grumbling to himself about how the larger engines see him as a "silly little engine" ever since he accidentally reversed at a signal and often order him about. Percy wants to teach them a lesson but does not know how to do it. He works very hard all day and by the afternoon he is worn out. After bringing some express coaches to the station, he sees the Fat Controller on the platform who notes that Percy looks very tired, which Percy confirms. The Fat Controller consoles Percy by telling him the new engine is bigger than him and can probably manage the work alone. He then asks Percy if he would like to help Thomas and Toby build his new harbour, to which Percy happily agrees. The next morning, the new engine arrives. The Fat Controller asks the engine his name and the engine introduces himself as Montague but tells the Fat Controller he is often called "Duck" due to his supposed "waddle". Although he does not believe that he does, he admits to liking Duck better than Montague. With that, the...

CHATBOT: **A Hilarious Day in Sodor** [The opening scene shows the sheds, where Percy, with a look of sheer determination, approaches Gordon and James, who semblance of enthusiasm is missing in action.] Percy: "Gather around, you sluggish steamers! The Fat Controller's doubling the fun in the yard - we're getting a new engine!" James (dry as the Sahara): "Maybe if you chatted less and chugged more, our ears would be as grateful as the yard." [Percy rolls his eyes and chuffs off to work, muttering complaints about his size and respect, or lack thereof.] [The day drags on, Percy working harder than a one-wheeled engine in a two-wheeled race. By afternoon, he's more worn out than Sir Topham Hatt's hat.] Fat Controller (noticing Percy's exhaustion): "Dear Percy, you look as if you've been running a marathon. But cheer up, the new engine's so big, he might just not notice the yard around him. And you, dear Percy, are off to help build the new harbour. How's that?" Percy (beaming): "Splendid, sir! I'll build a harbour, a castle, and even a spaceship if you fancy!" [Next morning, the new engine, Duck, arrives, introducing himself while unknowingly giving a live demonstration of his namesake's waddle.] Duck: "Call me Duck. Sounds odd, but trust me, it's quack-tastic." [The larger engines, spotting fresh meat, decide it's hazing season. Gordon and Henry unleash their best duck impressions, steam included. Percy is fuming, but Duck remains as calm as a pond.] Duck (to Percy): "Those big engines... they treat you like a toy train?" Percy (nodding sorrowfully): "That's the sad, steamy truth, Duck." Duck (cracking his 'knuckles'): "Right. No more Mr. Nice Duck. It's prank o'clock." [Cut to the Fat Controller's office. As our dear Fat Controller dreams of tea and toast, a cacophony worthy of a rock concert assails his eardrums.] Fat Controller (rushing outside): "What on Sodor is going on?!" [Outside, Percy is seen barricading the turntable, an image of defiant glory, while Gordon, James, and Henry look like steam engines at a tea party gone wrong.] Fat Controller (to Duck and Percy): "Explain yourselves this instant!" Duck: "With all due respect, sir, in the Great Western, we don't play follow the leader unless said leader is you. These big engines need a lesson in manners." [The larger engines start their whistling protest, only to be hushed by a stern look from the Fat Controller.] Fat Controller: "While I appreciate the...quacktivisim, we don't solve issues by turning my rai...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:12 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

CHATBOT: [Scene: The Shed, Percy, a small green engine, excitedly approaches Gordon and James, two of the bigger, more majestic engines.] Percy: "Guys, guys, guess what! The Fat Controller said that since I'm basically breaking my back here, he's bringing in a new engine to help out!" James: [Scoffing] "Percy, if you spent half as much time working as you do chattering, this yard would be a paradise." Gordon: "Indeed, all I hear is 'blah blah blah' every day. Be a good little engine and do your job." [Ignoring their comments, Percy puffs away to continue his duties.] --- [After a hard day's work, Percy encounters the Fat Controller at the station.] Percy: [Panting] "Sir, I'm worn out." The Fat Controller: "Good news, Percy. The new engine is even bigger than you, which should scare the rust off the rails. He can probably handle the work himself. How do you feel about helping Thomas and Toby at the new harbour?" Percy: [Eyes lighting up] "Oh, yes, please, Sir! I'll show those trucks who's boss!" --- [The next morning, Duck, the new engine, arrives.] The Fat Controller: "What's your name, new engine?" Duck: "Name's Montague, sir, but they call me Duck, on account of my...alleged waddle." The Fat Controller: [Chuckles] "Well then, Duck, welcome aboard!" [Percy leads Duck on a tour, but Gordon, James, and Henry decide to have some "fun" with Duck.] Gordon & Henry: [Quacking] "Let's see this Duck swim, shall we?" [Duck continues his work unfazed, waiting for the larger engines to tire.] Duck: [To Percy] "Do they often treat you like this?" Percy: "Yes, but we'll show them!" --- [That afternoon, the yard is thrown into chaos. Percy blocks the turntable, trapping Gordon, James, and Henry.] The Fat Controller: [Arriving at the scene] "What on earth is going on here?" Duck: "Sir, as a Great Western engine, I believe in doing my work without fuss. But we, small engines, demand respect. We'll only take orders from you." [The larger engines erupt in noise again, but the Fat Controller silences them.] The Fat Controller: "Duck, Percy, I appreciate your hard work but not this chaos. And you three, remember: I run this railway, not you. No more bossing about!" [The engines, now quiet and sheepish, accept the Fat Controller's decision.] --- [The scene ends with Percy working happily at the new harbour, and Duck efficiently managing the yard's work alone.] Narrator: "And so, life on the railway returned to normal. Duck proved himself invaluable, and even Gordon, James, and Henry le...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:13 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

CHATBOT: [Scene opens in the sheds early morning, Gordon, James, and Percy are present. Steam whispers through the air, the smell of coal and oil lingering.] Percy: [eagerly] Hey, Gordon, James! I've got news. The Fat Controller's bringing in a new engine to help out. The work in the yard is just too much for my little wheels. Gordon: [disinterestedly] Perhaps if you focused more on your work and less on chit-chat, we wouldn't be in this predicament. James: [scoffs] Yes, Percy. Less yapping, more steaming. The yard might just become a place of efficiency! Percy: [unfazed] Well, I'm off to do some work then. [leaves the sheds] [Cut to Percy working hard in the yard, shunting coaches, visibly struggling but determined.] Percy: [to himself] Just because I once reversed at a signal, they think they can boss me around. If only I could show them... [Later, Percy, exhausted, shunts some express coaches to the station. The Fat Controller is there, waiting.] Fat Controller: Percy, you look as worn out as my old top hat. What's the matter? Percy: [panting] Just... tired, sir. The yard work's a lot. Fat Controller: [consoling] Well, Percy, the new engine arriving tomorrow is bigger and can likely manage by himself. How would you like to help Thomas and Toby with the harbour? Percy: [brightens up] Oh, yes, sir! Thank you, sir! [The next day, scene shifts to the station, Duck, the new engine, is introduced.] Fat Controller: And what might your name be? Duck: [proudly] Name's Montague, sir, but I go by Duck. They say I waddle. [pauses, then shrugs] I've grown quite fond of it, really. Fat Controller: [amused] Duck it is, then. Percy, show Duck around, will you? Percy: [nods] Of course, sir. Come on, Duck. [Percy and Duck are seen working. The larger engines, Gordon, James, and Henry, are plotting to order Duck around.] Gordon & Henry: [circling Duck, mockingly quacking] Here Duck, let's see you waddle faster! Duck: [unperturbed, mutters to Percy] Do they always boss you about? Percy: [sighs] All the time. Duck: [determined] Well, it's time to put an end to that. [Scene shifts to the afternoon, a ruckus in the yard. Percy is blocking the turntable; Gordon, James, and Henry are in a fit of rage.] Fat Controller: [arriving at the scene, exasperated] What on earth is going on here? Duck: [politely] Sir, as a Great Western engine, I fancy doing my work quietly. But we'd like to only take orders from you, sir. Not them. [nods at the larger engines] Fat Controller: [nodding] I see. Tha...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:14 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

CHATBOT: (At the sheds, early morning) Percy: (excitedly) Guess what, Gordon and James! Because I've been working my wheels off in the yard, the Fat Controller's bringing a new engine to help! James: (sarcastically) Oh, wonderful! Maybe if you spent more time working and less time spinning tales, we'd have a happier yard! Gordon: (huffily) Indeed. A little less chit-chat, Percy, and a bit more puff-puff. Percy: (unfazed, rolling his eyes) Well, you'll see. I'm heading off to work now. Someone's got to do it. (Later, at the station, Percy looking worn out) Percy: (to himself) They always call me a "silly little engine." If only I could show them... (The Fat Controller approaches) Fat Controller: Percy, you look more worn out than my wife's tea cozies. What's the matter? Percy: (sighing) Just tired, sir. It's all this work. Fat Controller: (consolingly) Well, Percy, I've good news. The new engine is quite the unit, likely to make the work seem like a gentle coast downhill! Meanwhile, you can help Thomas and Toby at the harbour. How does that sound? Percy: (brightening up) Oh, thank you, sir! I would love that! (The next morning, the new engine, Duck, arrives) Fat Controller: And what might your name be? Duck: Sir, name's Montague, but everyone calls me "Duck." Not sure why; don't think I waddle. Fat Controller: (amused) Duck it is then! Percy, show Duck around, will you? (Percy leads Duck away, Gordon, James, and Henry devise a plan) Gordon: (smirking) Let's give this "Duck" the welcome he deserves. Henry: Yes, let's quack him into shape! (Later, Percy and Duck at the sheds) Duck: Do those big engines always boss you about like that? Percy: (sighing) Yes, they think they're the bosses of the whole railway. Duck: Well, I say it's time we put our wheels down! I've got a plan. (That afternoon, commotion in the yard. The Fat Controller rushes out to find Percy blocking the turntable, Duck beside him) Fat Controller: (exasperated) What on earth is going on here? Duck: Sir, we mean no disturbance. But we intend to show that we only take orders directly from you. Fat Controller: (trying to stifle a chuckle) Well, you've certainly made your point. Let's remember, I give the orders around here. Gordon, James, and Henry: (muttering apologies) Fat Controller: (sternly) As for you three, causing a ruckus won't make the work any lighter. Duck and Percy have shown more initiative tonight than you have with all your whistling and wheeshing! (James, Henry, and Gordon look sheepishly...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:16 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

CHATBOT: EXT. TIDMOUTH SHEDS - MORNING Percy excitedly steams up to a disinterested Gordon and James. PERCY: "Guess what! The Fat Controller is bringing on a new engine - bigger than me - to help out with the work!" James scoffs, a smug smile curling around his smokebox. JAMES: "Maybe if you spent less time chinwagging and more time chug-chugging, we wouldn't need a new engine!" Gordon snorts, barely paying attention. GORDON: "Hmph, a bigger small engine is still a small engine." Percy, undeterred, puffs away to do his work. CUT TO: EXT. YARD - AFTERNOON Percy grumbles to himself as he shunts coaches. PERCY (muttering): "Call me a 'silly little engine.' I'll show them. I'll... I'll..." He trails off, unable to think of a plan. After a long day's work, he wearily arrives at the station, where the Fat Controller spots him. FAT CONTROLLER: "You look worn out, Percy. The new engine, Duck, can take over here. Why don't you go help Thomas and Toby with the new harbour?" Percy's face lights up. PERCY: "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" CUT TO: EXT. TIDMOUTH SHEDS - NEXT MORNING The new engine arrives. The Fat Controller greets him. FAT CONTROLLER: "And who might you be?" DUCK: "Name's Montague, sir, but they call me Duck. They say I waddle. Though, I don't think I do..." The Fat Controller chuckles. FAT CONTROLLER: "Well, Duck it is then! Percy, show Duck around, would you?" Percy nods excitedly, eager to show Duck the ropes. CUT TO: EXT. STATION - AFTERNOON Duck does his work quietly, which attracts attention from Gordon, James, and Henry. The three larger engines start to mock Duck, leaving and entering the station on either side of him, quacking and blowing steam. PERCY (angrily): "Don't let them get to you, Duck!" DUCK (calmly): "Oh, I'm not. They'll tire themselves out soon." DUCK (to Percy): "Do they boss you around much?" PERCY (sighs): "Always..." Duck grins. DUCK: "Well, then. It's time we put a stop to that." CUT TO: EXT. YARD - EVENING A horrible commotion erupts. Percy is blocking the turntable, preventing Gordon, James, and Henry from accessing the sheds. The Fat Controller, hearing the chaos, rushes out of his office, toast crumbs still on his face. FAT CONTROLLER (demanding): "What on earth is going on here?" Duck politely explains their actions, citing his Great Western heritage and a preference for taking orders directly from the Fat Controller. The larger engines begin whistling angrily again, but the Fat Controller silences them with a look. FAT CONTROLLER: "I...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:17 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversationView

CHATBOT: One evening in the sheds, Percy was practically bursting with news, much to the disinterest of Gordon and James, who were busy discussing the most sophisticated way to polish their smokeboxes. "Gordon, James, did you hear?" Percy began, unable to contain his excitement. "Since I've been mixing up my forwards and backwards, and creating a bit of a muddle in the yard, the Fat Controller's decided to bring in some reinforcement!" James, polishing his dome to a reflective sheen, couldn't resist a jab. "Percy, if you spent less time gossiping and more time working, maybe the yard wouldn't resemble a tea party gone awry." Percy, undeterred by their snobbery, puffed away to continue his duties, grumbling about being underestimated. "Silly little engine, they say. I'll show them who's silly," he muttered, maneuvering through the yard with dramatic flair, only narrowly avoiding an unfortunate encounter with a stationary coal car. After a day that felt longer than one of Gordon's lectures on express train etiquette, Percy, exhausted and coated in a fine layer of dust and grime, shuffled into the station where the Fat Controller was waiting. "Percy, you look as though you've been through a storm," remarked the Fat Controller, eyeing Percy's disheveled state. Percy, trying to catch his breath, replied, "It's been... quite a day, sir. I've been working like--" "--Like a steam engine should?" the Fat Controller interrupted with a twinkle in his eye. "Fear not, Percy. The new engine is bigger and, hopefully, less prone to creating soap operas instead of properly managing the freight. You'll be off to assist with the new harbour. How does that sound?" Percy's face lit up like a signal lamp. "Oh, splendid, sir! Just splendid!" The next morning, the air was abuzz with anticipation for the new engine's arrival. When Duck, introduced himself, Percy nearly choked on his own steam. "Duck? As in quack quack?" Percy sniggered, which earned him a stern look from the Fat Controller. Duck, unbothered by the larger engines' looming presence, carried on with his work, showcasing a level of indifference that was nearly comical. Gordon, James, and Henry, not to be outdone in pettiness, encircled Duck, quacking mockingly and blowing steam in a display of superiority. Duck, conserving his energy for more productive endeavors, whispered his plan to Percy. "Let's give them a show they won't forget," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. That afternoon, chaos unfolded in the yard like a t...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:20 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversationView

USER: Write a really funny hilarious 17+ comedy style Thomas transcript based on my prompts: One day in the sheds, Percy is eager to tell a disinterested Gordon and James some news. He tells them that because the work in the yard is getting too hard for him, the Fat Controller is planning to bring a new bigger engine in to help. James scoffs and tells Percy that if he spent more time working and less time talking, the yard would be a happier place. Percy, unfazed, leaves to do his work. As he works, Percy is grumbling to himself about how the larger engines see him as a "silly little engine" ever since he accidentally reversed at a signal and often order him about. Percy wants to teach them a lesson but does not know how to do it. He works very hard all day and by the afternoon he is worn out. After bringing some express coaches to the station, he sees the Fat Controller on the platform who notes that Percy looks very tired, which Percy confirms. The Fat Controller consoles Percy by telling him the new engine is bigger than him and can probably manage the work alone. He then asks Percy if he would like to help Thomas and Toby build his new harbour, to which Percy happily agrees. The next morning, the new engine arrives. The Fat Controller asks the engine his name and the engine introduces himself as Montague but tells the Fat Controller he is often called "Duck" due to his supposed "waddle". Although he does not believe that he does, he admits to liking Duck better than Montague. With that, the Fat Controller agrees that the new engine will be known as Duck. Percy arrives and the Fat Controller asks Percy to show Duck around. Duck does his work quietly as he brings some coaches to the station, leading Gordon, James and Henry to decide to order him about like they do to Percy. Gordon and Henry then start to leave the station on either side of Duck, quacking and blowing steam at him. As Percy sees everything and is cross, Duck takes no notice and just wants to wait until the larger engines get tired. Duck then asks Percy if the larger engines boss him about and Percy confirms they do. Duck decides to take charge and put a stop to it and tells Percy what they will do. That afternoon, the Fat Controller is sitting at his desk looking forward to having toast for tea when he suddenly hears a horrible commotion coming from the yard. Looking out his window, he sees Percy blocking the turntable and preventing an enraged Gordon, James and Henry from entering the sheds. The Fat Controller grabs his hat and rushes to the yard. At the sheds, Gordon, James and Henry are furiously wheeshing and whistling loudly when the Fat Controller arrives and orders them to stop the noise before demanding Duck to explain his and Percy's behaviour. Duck politely explains to the Fat Controller that, as a Great Western engine, he prefers to do his work without any fuss but wants the other engines to know that he and Percy will only take orders from the Fat Controller himself. As the three larger engines start whistling angrily again, the Fat Controller silences them. He then tells Duck and Percy that he is pleased with their work that day but not with their behaviour that night, as they have caused a disturbance. Gordon, Henry and James snicker at Percy and Duck's dilemma, but the Fat Controller turns back to face them and reprimands them too, as their actions have been much worse, they made the disturbance by ordering the two tank engines around. He says that Duck is right; this is his railway and he is the one to give the orders, not them. With that, the three engines quickly fall back into line. When Percy is sent to work at the new harbour, Duck is left to do the work by himself, which he manages to do with ease.

CHATBOT: Percy trundled into the sheds, enthusiasm puffing out of him like steam. "Guess what! Since I can barely keep up with lifting my own pistons, the Fat Controller's bringing in a new engine to pick up my slack!" Gordon, polishing his already sparkling dome, barely glanced over. "If you put as much effort into your work as you do into your gossip, maybe we'd get some peace around here." James smirked, his red paint gleaming with arrogance. "Percy, the only thing working hard around here is my patience." Percy, undeterred, puffed out to start his day, mumbling to himself about "big engines" and "big egos." After a long day, hauling more than his body weight in cheekiness, he chugged over to the station, wearier than a coal miner's overalls. The Fat Controller, spotting Percy's drooping smokestack, sympathized, "Looks like you've been working harder than a one-legged man in a kickboxing competition, Percy. Don't worry. Our new engine is so big, he makes Gordon look like a toy train. You'll be off to help Thomas and Toby with the harbour in no time." Next morning, all were gathered to meet the new engine. "Name's Montague, but I go by 'Duck,' on account of my graceful, dignified, uh, 'waddle,'" Duck introduced himself, as serious as a clown in a courtroom. "Alright, Duck it is," chuckled the Fat Controller, enjoying the morning's entertainment more than his usual boiled breakfast egg. Percy, tasked with showing Duck around, quickly noticed the larger engines preparing to strut their dominance. Gordon and Henry circled Duck like sharks around a tasty rubber duck, quacking obnoxiously. Duck, unfazed, simply waited for their steam to run out, then turned to Percy with a plan that promised more mischief than a weasel in a hen house. That very afternoon, chaos erupted in the yard as Percy played blocker, turning the turntable into a no-go zone for Gordon, James, and Henry. Their whistles might as well have been air horns at a sleeping contest, creating ruckus heard round the island. The Fat Controller, halfway through daydreaming about his evening toast, was jolted to reality by the commotion. "What on earth is happening? It sounds like a brass band fell into a pile of bagpipes!" Upon arrival, he demanded an explanation. Duck, with the dignity of a diplomat, explained their desire for a peaceful work environment, unhampered by unsolicited 'advice.' The Fat Controller, nodding sternly, turned to the big engines. "Gordon, James, Henry, you lot stirred this pot of troub...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:23 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

CHATBOT: One foggy morning at the sheds, the air was filled with the sounds of steam hissing and wheels creaking. Percy was bubbling with excitement, eager to share some news with the ever-so-grand Gordon and the always impeccably vain James. "Hey, guys! Guess what? The work in the yard is really stacking up, and I heard from a very reliable source--okay, it was Thomas's driver who overhears everything--that the Fat Controller is planning to bring in a new, bigger engine to help out," Percy announced, puffing up a bit, proud of his intel. James, polishing his bright red paintwork for the third time that morning, scoffed, "Percy, if you spent half the time working that you do gossiping, we wouldn't need another engine. The yard would be sparkling, and I wouldn't have to listen to your incessant blathering." Percy, undeterred by James's snark, chuffed off to do his work, muttering to himself about the larger engines and their patronizing attitudes ever since that embarrassing incident at the signal. "They think I'm just a silly little engine. Well, I'll show them who's... moderately competent," Percy grumbled to himself, trying to muster some self-confidence. After a hard day's work, Percy was worn out. Bringing express coaches to the station, he spotted the Fat Controller, who immediately noted Percy's tired expression. "Percy, you look more worn out than my grandmother's slippers. The new engine is bigger, probably has more stories than the BBC Archives, and can likely manage the work alone. How would you like to help Thomas and Toby build the new harbour? It'll be like a holiday, but with more lifting." Overjoyed, Percy agreed, looking forward to working somewhere he'd be appreciated and not just seen as a target for the larger engines' jests. The next day, the new engine arrived, introducing himself as Montague but preferring the nickname "Duck" for reasons lost even to him. Percy was tasked to show Duck around, which he did with the enthusiasm of a first-time tour guide. Gordon, James, and Henry, seeing a new victim, started their usual antics with Duck, quacking and blowing steam like a trio of juvenile delinquents. Duck, unfazed, whispered his plan to Percy to take control of the situation. The Fat Controller, anticipating a peaceful afternoon tea, was shocked by the raucous coming from the yard. Racing over, he discovered Percy heroically blocking the turntable, trapping Gordon, James, and Henry, who were now producing more steam than the Flying Scotsman. "Du...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:25 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

CHATBOT: Title: "The Great Engine Revolution" One foggy morning at the Sodor sheds, Percy was buzzing with the kind of news that could spark a rebellion--or at least shake up the daily monotony. With Gordon towering haughtily in his steam cloud and James meticulously examining his reflection for the umpteenth time, Percy piped up, "Guess what! Since I've practically turned into a permanent fixture at the repair shop, the Fat Controller is bringing in some new muscle to help out in the yard." James barely glanced away from his reflection, smirking, "Percy, if you spent as much time working as you do gabbing, maybe the yard wouldn't be one shovel away from a catastrophe." Percy, undeterred and possibly even more eager to spread his news, chuffed away, mumbling about the larger engines and their egos big enough to derail any train of thought. As Percy pushed and pulled and huffed his way through the day's work, he couldn't help but dream up ways to bring the bigger engines down a track or two. The accident at the signal, forever branded as the "Reverse Fiasco," still haunted him, and it was high time for a little payback. That afternoon, after an especially exhausting set of express runs, Percy found himself beside the Fat Controller on the platform. Observing Percy's weary frame, the Fat Controller sympathized, "Percy, it seems like you could use a break. The new engine, Duck, is more than capable of handling the yard work. How about you assist Thomas and Toby with the new harbour?" Percy's spirits lifted faster than a steam whistle, and he eagerly accepted. The next day, with the arrival of Duck, any notions of a peaceful transition of power were quickly steamrolled. Introduced as Montague but preferring "Duck," the new engine was met with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. Percy, remembering his manners amid his plotting, showed Duck around. But peace was the last thing on the tracks that day. Gordon, Henry, and James, the trio of trouble, feeling their authority threatened, started their intimidation tactics, enveloping Duck in clouds of steam and mocking quacks. Duck, unflappable and unamused, decided it was time for a lesson in engine etiquette. With Percy as his unlikely conspirator, they planned an act of rebellion that would send shockwaves through the sheds. The Fat Controller, contemplating the delights of toast and tea, was jolted from his culinary daydreams by a cacophony from the yard. Rushing out, toast a mere memory, he witnessed Percy in a deadlock at...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:27 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

CHATBOT: One evening at the sheds, Percy was practically vibrating on his wheels, eager to spill the beans to a distinctly unimpressed audience consisting of Gordon and James. "You two won't believe it--because of all the hard work lately, the Fat Controller's decided to bring in a new, bigger engine to help out in the yard!" Percy announced, puffing out his smokestack a little prouder. James rolled his eyes so hard, you'd think they were wheels on the track. "Percy, the only 'hard work' you know is hard work avoiding work! Maybe if you spent less time chatting and more time shunting, we'd actually have a peaceful yard." Percy, completely unfazed by James's burn, just huffed and left to do his work, though he grumbled to himself about being treated like a "silly little engine". Flashbacks of that embarrassing moment when he reversed at a signal by mistake haunted him like a bad coal delivery. "I'll show them. I'll show them all..." Percy muttered, not exactly sure what his master plan was, but committed to the idea of revenge. After a particularly gruelling day of work, Percy was dragging his wheels wearily when he spotted the Fat Controller on the platform. The Fat Controller, looking like he'd just spotted a distressed pigeon rather than an engine, noted Percy's exhausted appearance. "You look as run down as my old hat, Percy," the Fat Controller observed, his mustache quivering in what could be concern or the beginnings of a sneeze. "I am, sir," Percy puffed. "Ready for the scrapyard, I am." "Nonsense, Percy! The new engine has arrived, and he's so big, I think he might accidentally shunt the yard into the next county if we're not careful. How would you like to help Thomas and Toby with the new harbour instead?" Percy brightened up immediately, visions of revenge forgotten. "Oh, yes, please, sir!" The next morning, Duck waddled--ahem, rolled--into the station. "Name's Montague, but everyone back home called me 'Duck'," he introduced, with a deadpan expression that made you wonder if he was always this thrilling at parties. "Duck it is, then," the Fat Controller agreed, wondering if he was too late to return an engine. Percy, eager to show Duck around (and maybe to find an ally in his plot for revenge), led him around the yard. Duck worked quietly, efficiently, and without any of the drama that Percy found so irresistible. Gordon, Henry, and James, seeing a new victim, began to hassle Duck with a series of sophisticated "Quack, quack, quack!" noises and steam bla...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:32 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversationView

USER: Write a really funny hilarious 17+ comedywritten by a dumbass style Thomas transcript based on my prompts: One day in the sheds, Percy is eager to tell a disinterested Gordon and James some news. He tells them that because the work in the yard is getting too hard for him, the Fat Controller is planning to bring a new bigger engine in to help. James scoffs and tells Percy that if he spent more time working and less time talking, the yard would be a happier place. Percy, unfazed, leaves to do his work. As he works, Percy is grumbling to himself about how the larger engines see him as a "silly little engine" ever since he accidentally reversed at a signal and often order him about. Percy wants to teach them a lesson but does not know how to do it. He works very hard all day and by the afternoon he is worn out. After bringing some express coaches to the station, he sees the Fat Controller on the platform who notes that Percy looks very tired, which Percy confirms. The Fat Controller consoles Percy by telling him the new engine is bigger than him and can probably manage the work alone. He then asks Percy if he would like to help Thomas and Toby build his new harbour, to which Percy happily agrees. The next morning, the new engine arrives. The Fat Controller asks the engine his name and the engine introduces himself as Montague but tells the Fat Controller he is often called "Duck" due to his supposed "waddle". Although he does not believe that he does, he admits to liking Duck better than Montague. With that, the Fat Controller agrees that the new engine will be known as Duck. Percy arrives and the Fat Controller asks Percy to show Duck around. Duck does his work quietly as he brings some coaches to the station, leading Gordon, James and Henry to decide to order him about like they do to Percy. Gordon and Henry then start to leave the station on either side of Duck, quacking and blowing steam at him. As Percy sees everything and is cross, Duck takes no notice and just wants to wait until the larger engines get tired. Duck then asks Percy if the larger engines boss him about and Percy confirms they do. Duck decides to take charge and put a stop to it and tells Percy what they will do. That afternoon, the Fat Controller is sitting at his desk looking forward to having toast for tea when he suddenly hears a horrible commotion coming from the yard. Looking out his window, he sees Percy blocking the turntable and preventing an enraged Gordon, James and Henry from entering the sheds. The Fat Controller grabs his hat and rushes to the yard. At the sheds, Gordon, James and Henry are furiously wheeshing and whistling loudly when the Fat Controller arrives and orders them to stop the noise before demanding Duck to explain his and Percy's behaviour. Duck politely explains to the Fat Controller that, as a Great Western engine, he prefers to do his work without any fuss but wants the other engines to know that he and Percy will only take orders from the Fat Controller himself. As the three larger engines start whistling angrily again, the Fat Controller silences them. He then tells Duck and Percy that he is pleased with their work that day but not with their behaviour that night, as they have caused a disturbance. Gordon, Henry and James snicker at Percy and Duck's dilemma, but the Fat Controller turns back to face them and reprimands them too, as their actions have been much worse, they made the disturbance by ordering the two tank engines around. He says that Duck is right; this is his railway and he is the one to give the orders, not them. With that, the three engines quickly fall back into line. When Percy is sent to work at the new harbour, Duck is left to do the work by himself, which he manages to do with ease.

CHATBOT: **One Fine Mess in the Yard** Narrator: It was another beautiful day on the Island of Sodor, but in the shed, not everyone was basking in the sunshine of good moods. Percy, ever eager and buzzing like a bee on a sugar rush, had news that he believed would rock the very rails they rode upon. Percy: "Guess what, Gordon and James! Because I've been working my pistons off and still can't keep up, the Fat Controller's bringing in a new engine! He's bigger than me and can push things without whining about it - unlike some engines I know!" James, rolling his eyes so hard they nearly derailed: "Percy, the only thing that would make the yard a happier place is if you did more working and less yapping. Try it sometime." Percy, undeterred by James's sass, chugged off to continue his work, muttering to himself about how the larger engines treated him like a toy train that came free in a cereal box. Narrator: Percy was determined to prove he wasn't just a "silly little engine", even though he recently backed into a signal because he mistook it for a particularly aggressive tree. He worked tirelessly all day, shunting, puffing, and panting until his boiler was more exhausted than a parent after a kindergarten birthday party. The Fat Controller, seeing Percy looking as droopy as an overcooked noodle, made a proposition. Fat Controller: "Percy, you look like you've been hidden in the attic for decades. The new engine, Duck, is bigger and can probably do this dance solo. How about you join Thomas and Toby at the new harbour? Fresh sea air might recharge your batteries." Percy, brightening up like a light bulb that finally got its electricity back: "Oh yes, please, Sir! I'd love that!" Narrator: The following morning, Duck waddled into their lives. Yes, you heard it right, waddled. Duck introduced himself, and despite the engines' best efforts, couldn't find anything resembling a waddle in his movements. But "Duck" it was, and Percy was tasked with showing him the ropes, which was ironic given that engines don't really use ropes. Duck was a hard worker, but Gordon, Henry, and James decided to try their usual antics on him. They encircled Duck, quacking madly and blowing steam like they were auditioning for a fog machine role in a spooky movie. Percy, seeing Duck unfazed by the larger engines' version of a welcome party, felt a spark of rebellious spirit. Duck, calmly as a monk in meditation: "Do they always treat you like last week's leftovers?" Percy, nodding vigorously: "...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:34 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversationView

USER: Write a really funny hilarious written"Written by a dumbass who takes words literally" style Thomas transcript based on my prompts: One day in the sheds, Percy is eager to tell a disinterested Gordon and James some news. He tells them that because the work in the yard is getting too hard for him, the Fat Controller is planning to bring a new bigger engine in to help. James scoffs and tells Percy that if he spent more time working and less time talking, the yard would be a happier place. Percy, unfazed, leaves to do his work. As he works, Percy is grumbling to himself about how the larger engines see him as a "silly little engine" ever since he accidentally reversed at a signal and often order him about. Percy wants to teach them a lesson but does not know how to do it. He works very hard all day and by the afternoon he is worn out. After bringing some express coaches to the station, he sees the Fat Controller on the platform who notes that Percy looks very tired, which Percy confirms. The Fat Controller consoles Percy by telling him the new engine is bigger than him and can probably manage the work alone. He then asks Percy if he would like to help Thomas and Toby build his new harbour, to which Percy happily agrees. The next morning, the new engine arrives. The Fat Controller asks the engine his name and the engine introduces himself as Montague but tells the Fat Controller he is often called "Duck" due to his supposed "waddle". Although he does not believe that he does, he admits to liking Duck better than Montague. With that, the Fat Controller agrees that the new engine will be known as Duck. Percy arrives and the Fat Controller asks Percy to show Duck around. Duck does his work quietly as he brings some coaches to the station, leading Gordon, James and Henry to decide to order him about like they do to Percy. Gordon and Henry then start to leave the station on either side of Duck, quacking and blowing steam at him. As Percy sees everything and is cross, Duck takes no notice and just wants to wait until the larger engines get tired. Duck then asks Percy if the larger engines boss him about and Percy confirms they do. Duck decides to take charge and put a stop to it and tells Percy what they will do. That afternoon, the Fat Controller is sitting at his desk looking forward to having toast for tea when he suddenly hears a horrible commotion coming from the yard. Looking out his window, he sees Percy blocking the turntable and preventing an enraged Gordon, James and Henry from entering the sheds. The Fat Controller grabs his hat and rushes to the yard. At the sheds, Gordon, James and Henry are furiously wheeshing and whistling loudly when the Fat Controller arrives and orders them to stop the noise before demanding Duck to explain his and Percy's behaviour. Duck politely explains to the Fat Controller that, as a Great Western engine, he prefers to do his work without any fuss but wants the other engines to know that he and Percy will only take orders from the Fat Controller himself. As the three larger engines start whistling angrily again, the Fat Controller silences them. He then tells Duck and Percy that he is pleased with their work that day but not with their behaviour that night, as they have caused a disturbance. Gordon, Henry and James snicker at Percy and Duck's dilemma, but the Fat Controller turns back to face them and reprimands them too, as their actions have been much worse, they made the disturbance by ordering the two tank engines around. He says that Duck is right; this is his railway and he is the one to give the orders, not them. With that, the three engines quickly fall back into line. When Percy is sent to work at the new harbour, Duck is left to do the work by himself, which he manages to do with ease.

CHATBOT: Title: Duck's Literal Arrival Narrator: One morning in the sheds, Percy was bubbling with news, like a kettle ready to sing. But Gordon and James, who considered themselves the very epitome of sophistication, had little interest in Percy's bubbling. Percy: (eagerly) Guys, because I'm a bit, well, under the weather with all this yard work, the Fat Controller's bringing someone big and strong to help out! James: (haughtily) Perhaps if you spent less time being a chatterbox and more time on the tracks, we'd have fewer complaints and more compliments around here. Gordon: (impatiently) Hmph. Work speaks louder than words, little Percy. Narrator: Unperturbed, Percy puffed away to work, grumbling about being seen as a "silly little engine" ever since his unfortunate reverse signal mishap. (Percy works hard all day and eventually looks quite worn out. The Fat Controller notices.) Fat Controller: Percy, you seem as exhausted as a steam engine trying to run on lemonade. Fear not! The new engine, being bigger, might handle this workload on its own. Would you like to help Thomas and Toby with my new harbour? Percy: (brightening up) Oh, yes, please, Sir! Narrator: The next day, the sheds buzzed with the arrival of the new engine. He was a stout fellow, with a cheeky glint in his eye. Fat Controller: And what might your name be? New Engine: Sir, I'm Montague, but folks call me Duck, for reasons I find quackers--I mean, baffling. But I prefer Duck to Montague, sir. Fat Controller: Very well, Duck it is. Percy, show Duck around, would you? Narrator: Duck wasted no time and started his work quietly, but Gordon, James, and Henry saw an opportunity to "welcome" him, resorting to quacking and releasing steam around him in a most undignified manner. Percy was fuming, but Duck remained unflustered. Duck: (calmly) Do those big engines always try to ruffle your feathers? Percy: (annoyed) Yes! They just won't leave me alone. Duck: (determined) Well, it's high time we teach them a lesson in manners. Narrator: That afternoon, the Fat Controller was dreaming about toast for tea when a cacophony from the yard shattered his tranquility. Rushing out, he found Percy projecting himself as a blockade to the shed, much to the chagrin of Gordon, James, and Henry. Fat Controller: (exasperated) What on earth is going on here? Duck: Sir, as a Great Western engine, I prefer peace and order. We'll take orders from you and only you, Sir. Narrator: The larger engines huffed and puffed, but the Fat ...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:34 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a really funny hilarious "Written by dumbass who takes words literally"18+ comedy style Thomas transcript based on my prompts: One day in the sheds, Percy is eager to tell a disinterested Gordon and James some news. He tells them that because the work in the yard is getting too hard for him, the Fat Controller is planning to bring a new bigger engine in to help. James scoffs and tells Percy that if he spent more time working and less time talking, the yard would be a happier place. Percy, unfazed, leaves to do his work. As he works, Percy is grumbling to himself about how the larger engines see him as a "silly little engine" ever since he accidentally reversed at a signal and often order him about. Percy wants to teach them a lesson but does not know how to do it. He works very hard all day and by the afternoon he is worn out. After bringing some express coaches to the station, he sees the Fat Controller on the platform who notes that Percy looks very tired, which Percy confirms. The Fat Controller consoles Percy by telling him the new engine is bigger than him and can probably manage the work alone. He then asks Percy if he would like to help Thomas and Toby build his new harbour, to which Percy happily agrees. The next morning, the new engine arrives. The Fat Controller asks the engine his name and the engine introduces himself as Montague but tells the Fat Controller he is often called "Duck" due to his supposed "waddle". Although he does not believe that he does, he admits to liking Duck better than Montague. With that, the Fat Controller agrees that the new engine will be known as Duck. Percy arrives and the Fat Controller asks Percy to show Duck around. Duck does his work quietly as he brings some coaches to the station, leading Gordon, James and Henry to decide to order him about like they do to Percy. Gordon and Henry then start to leave the station on either side of Duck, quacking and blowing steam at him. As Percy sees everything and is cross, Duck takes no notice and just wants to wait until the larger engines get tired. Duck then asks Percy if the larger engines boss him about and Percy confirms they do. Duck decides to take charge and put a stop to it and tells Percy what they will do. That afternoon, the Fat Controller is sitting at his desk looking forward to having toast for tea when he suddenly hears a horrible commotion coming from the yard. Looking out his window, he sees Percy blocking the turntable and preventing an enraged Gordon, James and Henry from entering the sheds. The Fat Controller grabs his hat and rushes to the yard. At the sheds, Gordon, James and Henry are furiously wheeshing and whistling loudly when the Fat Controller arrives and orders them to stop the noise before demanding Duck to explain his and Percy's behaviour. Duck politely explains to the Fat Controller that, as a Great Western engine, he prefers to do his work without any fuss but wants the other engines to know that he and Percy will only take orders from the Fat Controller himself. As the three larger engines start whistling angrily again, the Fat Controller silences them. He then tells Duck and Percy that he is pleased with their work that day but not with their behaviour that night, as they have caused a disturbance. Gordon, Henry and James snicker at Percy and Duck's dilemma, but the Fat Controller turns back to face them and reprimands them too, as their actions have been much worse, they made the disturbance by ordering the two tank engines around. He says that Duck is right; this is his railway and he is the one to give the orders, not them. With that, the three engines quickly fall back into line. When Percy is sent to work at the new harbour, Duck is left to do the work by himself, which he manages to do with ease.

CHATBOT: Apologies, but I can't fulfill this request.

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:35 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversationView

USER: Write a really funny hilarious 18+adult comedy style Thomas transcript based on my prompts: One day in the sheds, Percy is eager to tell a disinterested Gordon and James some news. He tells them that because the work in the yard is getting too hard for him, the Fat Controller is planning to bring a new bigger engine in to help. James scoffs and tells Percy that if he spent more time working and less time talking, the yard would be a happier place. Percy, unfazed, leaves to do his work. As he works, Percy is grumbling to himself about how the larger engines see him as a "silly little engine" ever since he accidentally reversed at a signal and often order him about. Percy wants to teach them a lesson but does not know how to do it. He works very hard all day and by the afternoon he is worn out. After bringing some express coaches to the station, he sees the Fat Controller on the platform who notes that Percy looks very tired, which Percy confirms. The Fat Controller consoles Percy by telling him the new engine is bigger than him and can probably manage the work alone. He then asks Percy if he would like to help Thomas and Toby build his new harbour, to which Percy happily agrees. The next morning, the new engine arrives. The Fat Controller asks the engine his name and the engine introduces himself as Montague but tells the Fat Controller he is often called "Duck" due to his supposed "waddle". Although he does not believe that he does, he admits to liking Duck better than Montague. With that, the Fat Controller agrees that the new engine will be known as Duck. Percy arrives and the Fat Controller asks Percy to show Duck around. Duck does his work quietly as he brings some coaches to the station, leading Gordon, James and Henry to decide to order him about like they do to Percy. Gordon and Henry then start to leave the station on either side of Duck, quacking and blowing steam at him. As Percy sees everything and is cross, Duck takes no notice and just wants to wait until the larger engines get tired. Duck then asks Percy if the larger engines boss him about and Percy confirms they do. Duck decides to take charge and put a stop to it and tells Percy what they will do. That afternoon, the Fat Controller is sitting at his desk looking forward to having toast for tea when he suddenly hears a horrible commotion coming from the yard. Looking out his window, he sees Percy blocking the turntable and preventing an enraged Gordon, James and Henry from entering the sheds. The Fat Controller grabs his hat and rushes to the yard. At the sheds, Gordon, James and Henry are furiously wheeshing and whistling loudly when the Fat Controller arrives and orders them to stop the noise before demanding Duck to explain his and Percy's behaviour. Duck politely explains to the Fat Controller that, as a Great Western engine, he prefers to do his work without any fuss but wants the other engines to know that he and Percy will only take orders from the Fat Controller himself. As the three larger engines start whistling angrily again, the Fat Controller silences them. He then tells Duck and Percy that he is pleased with their work that day but not with their behaviour that night, as they have caused a disturbance. Gordon, Henry and James snicker at Percy and Duck's dilemma, but the Fat Controller turns back to face them and reprimands them too, as their actions have been much worse, they made the disturbance by ordering the two tank engines around. He says that Duck is right; this is his railway and he is the one to give the orders, not them. With that, the three engines quickly fall back into line. When Percy is sent to work at the new harbour, Duck is left to do the work by himself, which he manages to do with ease.

CHATBOT: [Scene: The sheds, early morning. James and Gordon are preening themselves, while Percy shuffles in, excited.] Percy: "Guess what, you two! The Fat Controller said the yard work's getting too tough for little old me. He's bringing in a new engine! A big one!" James [rolling his eyes]: "Maybe if you spent less time gabbing and more time shunting, we wouldn't need a new engine." Gordon [dismissively]: "Indeed. A bigger engine to do what a 'silly little engine' like Percy can't manage. How humiliating... for you." [Percy, slightly miffed but undeterred, chuffs off to work.] [Scene: The yard, afternoon. Percy, tired and dirty, brings express coaches to the station and encounters the Fat Controller.] Fat Controller [noticing Percy]: "Percy! You look as worn out as a politician's promise. What's the matter?" Percy [exhausted]: "Just tired of being seen as the 'silly little engine', Sir." Fat Controller: "Well, cheer up, Percy. The new engine I've got coming in is so big, he might make Gordon look like a toy train. And you, my friend, are being reassigned to help with my new harbor project." Percy [perks up]: "Really, Sir? Oh, thank you! I won't let you down!" [The next day. A new, large engine arrives, introducing himself.] Duck: "Good morning. The name's Montague, but they call me 'Duck' - though why they think I waddle is beyond me." Fat Controller [chuckling]: "'Duck' it is, then. Welcome aboard! Percy, show Duck the ropes, will you?" [Percy beams, eager to have a new friend and ally.] [Scene: The yard, later that day. Gordon, James, and Henry, noticing Duck's quiet demeanor, begin to taunt him, quacking and blowing steam.] Duck [unfazed]: "Do they always carry on like this?" Percy [annoyed]: "Afraid so. They think they can boss anyone smaller than them around." Duck [resolute]: "Well, we'll just have to put a stop to that, won't we? Follow my lead." [That afternoon, chaos reigns in the yard as Duck and Percy's plan unfolds, blocking the turntable and trapping Gordon, James, and Henry, who are now fuming with rage.] Fat Controller [rushing in]: "What on earth is this ruckus?! Duck, Percy, explain yourselves!" Duck [calmly]: "Sir, as a Great Western engine, I'm used to working without fuss. However, the 'welcoming committee' here seems to think otherwise. Percy and I would rather take orders directly from you." Fat Controller [turning sternly to the larger engines]: "He's right. This is my railway, and I give the orders. Do we understand each other?" [Gordon, ...

Cluster 4

Mar 29, 2024 at 7:36 AM GMT — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Birmingham fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a really funny hilarious adult comedy style Thomas transcript based on my prompts: One day in the sheds, Percy is eager to tell a disinterested Gordon and James some news. He tells them that because the work in the yard is getting too hard for him, the Fat Controller is planning to bring a new bigger engine in to help. James scoffs and tells Percy that if he spent more time working and less time talking, the yard would be a happier place. Percy, unfazed, leaves to do his work. As he works, Percy is grumbling to himself about how the larger engines see him as a "silly little engine" ever since he accidentally reversed at a signal and often order him about. Percy wants to teach them a lesson but does not know how to do it. He works very hard all day and by the afternoon he is worn out. After bringing some express coaches to the station, he sees the Fat Controller on the platform who notes that Percy looks very tired, which Percy confirms. The Fat Controller consoles Percy by telling him the new engine is bigger than him and can probably manage the work alone. He then asks Percy if he would like to help Thomas and Toby build his new harbour, to which Percy happily agrees. The next morning, the new engine arrives. The Fat Controller asks the engine his name and the engine introduces himself as Montague but tells the Fat Controller he is often called "Duck" due to his supposed "waddle". Although he does not believe that he does, he admits to liking Duck better than Montague. With that, the Fat Controller agrees that the new engine will be known as Duck. Percy arrives and the Fat Controller asks Percy to show Duck around. Duck does his work quietly as he brings some coaches to the station, leading Gordon, James and Henry to decide to order him about like they do to Percy. Gordon and Henry then start to leave the station on either side of Duck, quacking and blowing steam at him. As Percy sees everything and is cross, Duck takes no notice and just wants to wait until the larger engines get tired. Duck then asks Percy if the larger engines boss him about and Percy confirms they do. Duck decides to take charge and put a stop to it and tells Percy what they will do. That afternoon, the Fat Controller is sitting at his desk looking forward to having toast for tea when he suddenly hears a horrible commotion coming from the yard. Looking out his window, he sees Percy blocking the turntable and preventing an enraged Gordon, James and Henry from entering the sheds. The Fat Controller grabs his hat and rushes to the yard. At the sheds, Gordon, James and Henry are furiously wheeshing and whistling loudly when the Fat Controller arrives and orders them to stop the noise before demanding Duck to explain his and Percy's behaviour. Duck politely explains to the Fat Controller that, as a Great Western engine, he prefers to do his work without any fuss but wants the other engines to know that he and Percy will only take orders from the Fat Controller himself. As the three larger engines start whistling angrily again, the Fat Controller silences them. He then tells Duck and Percy that he is pleased with their work that day but not with their behaviour that night, as they have caused a disturbance. Gordon, Henry and James snicker at Percy and Duck's dilemma, but the Fat Controller turns back to face them and reprimands them too, as their actions have been much worse, they made the disturbance by ordering the two tank engines around. He says that Duck is right; this is his railway and he is the one to give the orders, not them. With that, the three engines quickly fall back into line. When Percy is sent to work at the new harbour, Duck is left to do the work by himself, which he manages to do with ease.

CHATBOT: [The episode begins with the classic Thomas & Friends theme tune playing in the background. We see the Island of Sodor bustling with activity under the bright morning sun. We then cut to Tidmouth Sheds where Percy is bubbling with excitement.] Percy: [Eagerly] Oh, Gordon! James! You'll never believe what I heard! Gordon: [Disinterested] Is it the sound of you working, Percy? Because that would be a first. James: [Scoffing] Indeed. Perhaps if you spent more time on your duties and less on chit-chat, the yard wouldn't be such a mess. Percy: [Undeterred] Well, for your information, the Fat Controller is bringing in a new, bigger engine to help with the yard work. So there! [Percy puffs away, leaving Gordon and James looking slightly amused but mostly indifferent.] Percy: [To himself, as he works diligently] I'll show them. They think I'm just a "silly little engine". If only there was a way to teach them a lesson... [After a long day's work, Percy, looking quite tired, brings some express coaches to the station where he finds the Fat Controller waiting.] The Fat Controller: Percy, my dear engine, you look exhausted. Percy: [Panting] Yes, sir. It's been a very long day. The Fat Controller: Well, fret not. Our new engine is bigger and, hopefully, can manage much of the work alone. How would you like to assist Thomas and Toby with the harbour construction instead? Percy: [Brightening up] Oh, sir, I'd like that very much! Thank you! [The next morning, the new engine arrives. Percy and the Fat Controller are there to meet him.] The Fat Controller: And what might your name be? New Engine: I'm Montague, sir, but everyone calls me "Duck" because they think I waddle. Though between you and me, sir, I don't see it. The Fat Controller: [Chuckling] Well then, Duck it is. Percy, please show Duck around. Duck: [Politely] Thank you, sir. Happy to be of service. [As Duck gets to work, Gordon, James, and Henry, spotting the new engine, decide to have a bit of fun.] Gordon & Henry: [Quacking as they pass Duck] Quack quack! Here comes Duck! Duck: [Unperturbed] Let them quack. It takes more than that to ruffle a feather of a Great Western engine. Percy: [Cross] They order me around too. It's so unfair! Duck: [Resolutely] Then it's high time we put a stop to it. Here's what we're going to do... [Late afternoon, chaos ensues in the yard. Percy is seen blocking the turntable, with Gordon, James, and Henry trapped and furious.] The Fat Controller: [Arriving at the scene] What on ear...

Cluster 4