00:00Eye for the engine. There he is. Look at Lanyog Station. There's Di Station and Jones the Steam. They're a little worried.
00:13Well, Jones, I don't know where Idris the dragon can have got to. There's no way of telling, is there?
00:20Oh, it's a worry. It is, really. Oh, there's P.C. Gregory. Have you seen our Idris, Mr. Gregory?
00:27No, Mr. Jones, I haven't. But I came up to tell you there's a lady walking about the town asking for you. Very posh she is.
00:36Oh, dear, that will be the Antiquarian Society investigating the dragon. Oh, dear, look, I'm no good at telling lies. If she asks me, I shall tell her.
00:44Well, that's what I would recommend, Mr. Jones. Always tell the truth, I see.
00:50I am looking for a Mr. Edwin Jones. Mr. Edwin Jones?
00:56Oh, that's me. I am Edwin Jones. Ah, Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones, my name is Mrs. Griffith of the Antiquarian Society. I would like a word with you about this dragon.
01:10Oh, yes. Have you seen the dragon? Oh, have I seen it? Have you seen it? Seen it? Yes, of course I have seen it. I found it on Smoke Hill and hatched it out of its egg. Red hot it was, but it sang like an angel. Isn't that right, Ivor?
01:29Ivor? Ivor? Which of you gentlemen is Ivor? Neither of us, ma'am. The engine.
01:38Ivor is your engine? Yes. He sings in the choir, too. As well as the dragon. That's right. Treble and bass. Ivor is bass, of course.
01:48Your locomotive here. He sings bass. Of course. Well, you wouldn't expect him to sing soprano, would you? Look at the size of him. You're a bass, aren't you, Ivor? Sing us a note or two.
02:01Oh, come on, Ivor. Give us a blow. Lovely tone he's got. Oh, yes.
02:10Ivor, come on. Constable, is Mr. Jones always like this? Like what, ma'am? Well, you know, talking to railway engines and that. Oh, yes. He always talks to his engine. We don't take any notice of that.
02:27Ivor, come on. You're making me angry. Come on, give us a note.
02:33Oh, don't worry him, Mr. Jones. Don't let's get excited.
02:37I'm sorry, Mrs. Griffiths. He's not usually like this. I think he misses Idris. You know, he just flew away. He was down at the fish and chip shops, frying for us.
02:46The dragon? That's right. Sixteen cod and chips.
02:49Sixteen? Yes, yes. And then suddenly, weep, weep, weep up he went and he was gone. Ivor hasn't seen him since. Have you, Ivor?
03:00Oh, well, Mr. Jones, you know how it is with dragons. Here today and gone tomorrow.
03:08Oh, yes, is it? Well, I dare say, but we miss him. We all miss him, Mr. Jones. We all miss him.
03:17You do? But, but you've never met him. Now, don't worry, Mr. Jones. Just get plenty of rest.
03:24But, but, Mrs. Griffiths, how could you miss a dragon you never met? Oh. Why, good morning. Good morning.
03:35What an odd lady. Well, I reckon she knows now that that dragon was a figment of your imagination. So we can get back to work. Off you go.
03:48Off you go.
04:01You know, Ivor, I suppose you were right. Though you didn't make me look a bit of a fool.
04:06It's all very well for you to laugh. I just wish I knew where Idris has got to.
04:13Ouch. What are you doing? You'll break my nose one of these days. What have you stopped for? Where are we?
04:21Oh, Smoke Hill, of course. Of course, Smoke Hill. Jones ran up and lifted the stone. And there was Idris fast asleep in the heart of the volcano.
04:36That's the best place for him, I reckon. If he gets cold in the winter, we'll bring him up a bag or two of coal, won't we, Ivor?
04:43Knock the sound of a bag or two of cancer cream!
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