Gordon: This has gone on far enough! I had to pull a train backwards, and everyone thinks I'm a tank engine. Henry, you got sprayed by an elephant near a tunnel in front of a lot of people. James, you got spun on the turntable like a top, and everyone is laughing at us, and to add to that, the Fat Controller makes all three of us shunt in dirty sidings! BHLAECK!!

(A brief but suspenseful silence follows as the three engines' emotions reach the boiling point. At last, Gordon loses it and snaps.)

Gordon: Do we know what we want?!

James and Henry: YEAH!!

Gordon: Are we gettin' it?!

James and Henry: NO!!

Gordon: All right! Those in favour of goin' out on strike, say aye!

James and Henry: AYE!!

Gordon: All right! Let's go!

James and Henry: AYE!!

Gordon: All right! Shut 'er down! Let's go! Strike! Strike! STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!!