It was a cheerily bright sunny day in the village of Greendale. It made everyone feel happy, except their very own Postman Pat. Mrs. Goggins noticed this as he came to collect the post.
“What’s up, Pat?” asked Mrs. Goggins. “It’s not about young Julian on that trip in Wales, is it? He’s quite a strong and intelligent lad.”
“I know,” sighed Pat. “But he’s so far away. Besides, it looks like there’s only one parcel today.”
“That's right, Pat,” said Mrs. Goggins, as she looked at the only parcel on the counter. “But it’s very important and it’s for the fire station at Pontypandy in Wales. It must get there as soon as possible.”
“In that case, we'd better get off,” said Pat, taking the parcel. “Cheerio, Mrs. Goggins.”
“Bye, Pat,” said Mrs. Goggins, waving to Pat as he walked out of the door.
Outside, he bumped into Ted Glen who had another parcel. Both parcels fell down. They were unlabelled and the same size so no one knew which parcel was which.
“Oh, sorry, Pat!” apologized Ted, picking up a parcel. “I think this one’s yours.”
“Thanks, Ted,” smiled Pat, taking the parcel and putting it in the van. “I need to get this to Wales as soon as possible.”
“To Wales?” said Ted amazed, picking up the other parcel. “But that’s a long way. You want me to come with you so you won’t get sleepy on the way?”
“No thanks, Ted,” said Pat. “I think I’ll manage. Come on, Jess.”
Jess the black and white cat meowed as Pat got in and started his van.
“Bye, Pat,” said Ted, waving.
Pat was on his way.
In Pontypandy, Trevor the Bus stopped at Price’s General Store and the children of Greendale got off.
“Thanks, Mr. Evans,” said the children.
“Thank you, Trevor,” said Mr. Pringle.
“My pleasure,” said Trevor.
As Mr. Pringle got off the bus, the twins Sarah and James got off with him. “Think you can handle this voluntary tour guide of Pontypandy now, my sugar lumps?”
“Yes, Mr. Evans,” said Sarah.
“Don’t worry,” said James.
“All right,” smiled Trevor. “I’ll see you later.” Then he closed the doors and drove off.
“Now, children,” Mr. Pringle said, “you can go into the store and grab what you want to eat and drink. Then Sarah and James will give a tour around Pontypandy.”
“We’ll do our best, Mr. Pringle,” said Sarah.
“You’ll really love it here,” added James.
Inside Price’s General Store, the children were busy giggling as they decided what snacks to buy. The owner, Dilys Price, had never been so busy in her whole life.
She was glad when they left.
“Those rascals!” she moaned. “I don’t know how those teachers managed. Glad I’m not one. And I’m glad Sarah and James are doing the tour, not me.”
In front of the counter, Dilys’s son Norman was crunching on his knees. “Oh,” he said to himself. “I could make their tour more interesting. And that gives me an idea.”
Panting, Trevor, in his fireman’s uniform, joined Fireman Sam, Fireman Elvis Criddlington, Firefighter Penny Morris in the line outside the Pontypandy Fire Station.
“Fireman Evans, reporting for duty, sir,” said Trevor.
“Very good,” said Station Officer Steele.
“What have I missed, Sam?” he asked.
“Only Elvis’s over-greasy fired eggs and burned potato mash,” whispered Sam, hoping Elvis didn’t hear that.
Trevor noticed Station Office Steele standing next to a large thing that represented a building. “What’s that?” he asked.
“Wait and see,” said Sam.
“Now then, men and lady,” said Steele. “This new invention from Fireman Sam will hopefully be one of the breakthroughs in the future of the Fire Service.”
Steele pointed to something that looked like a metal crate.
“Fireman Sam, care to explain and demonstrate?” asked Steele.
“Very good, sir,” said Sam. He went over to the metal crate. He flicked a lever up and the crate opened. Then something like a metal pipe appeared. Not only was there a hose end on the top, but there were twelve hose ends on the whole body of the pipe.
“This is what I call the Hose Tower,” said Sam. “If we can’t reach the very tall buildings with our hose pipes, this invention will.” Then he turned to Steele. “Fire, please, sir?”
“Ok, Fireman Sam,” said Steele. He pressed a button and a plastic model of a skyscraper, nearly as tall as one, caught fire.
Sam pushed a lever up. Water came out from all of the hose ends and it put the fire out in five seconds.
“And that is the prototype,” said Sam. “I have the real thing in Jupiter.”
“Now we are each going to each have a try,” said Steele. “Get to work!”
Then Firefighter Morris had a go and succeeded. As did Auxiliary Fireman Evans. But…
“CRIDDLINGTON!” yelled Steele. “You are meant to save lives, not drown them!”
Fireman Criddlington forgot to turn the water off and the building was washed down to the ground!
“Sorry, sir,” apologized Elvis. “I guess I got carried away.”
“Oh, that boy,” sighed Trevor. “Glad he’s not leading the children from Greendale to tour around Pontypandy.”
“Luckily, Sarah and James are doing it, Trevor,” agreed Sam. “There should be no problems at all.”
“Except if they bump into Norman Price!” added Trevor.
That gave Sam an alarming thought. “Oh, yeah,” he sighed.
Sarah and James let the children into the park.
“Well, are you enjoying the park?” Sarah asked to some girls.
“Why, yes,” answered Lucy Selby.
“Yes, it’s very lovely,” answered Sarah Gilbertson.
“Are you enjoying your trip so far?” James asked to some boys.
“Yes, I am,” answered Postman Pat’s son, Julian.
“Yeah, it’s awesome,” answered Bill Thompson.
“Ho, ho!” chuckled a voice. “Then you ain’t seen nothing yet!”
Everyone turned around and saw Norman Price on a skateboard. He and the skateboard jumped over the crowd and landed on a park bench with the skateboard standing up. Norman was also standing on the skateboard, holding onto the top with one hand. The Greendale children loved it and applauded.
“Yeah, if you elect me as chief tour guide, I promise to make your visit very awesome,” said Norman.
The children thought about it and said, “Yes!”
Mr. Pringle was unsure and Sarah and James were flabbergasted.
“Well, let’s go and follow them just to make sure they don’t get into trouble,” suggested Mr. Pringle.
And the three followed by the excited crowd led by Naughty Norman Price.
Back in Greendale, Ted Glen brought his parcel to his workshop. “It's a lot heavier than when I bumped into Pat.”
He put it down and opened it. “No wonder my parcel feels heavier!” yelled an angry Ted. “I picked up the wrong parcel. I don’t what know this cog is for, but it’s not what I want. I want some balloons.” Then he remembered bumping into Pat earlier that morning. “Oh, no! Pat’s going all the way to Wales with the wrong parcel. I’d better get this to him.”
He quickly ran out of his workshop and was bumped into P.C. Selby.
“Slow down there!” ordered Selby. “Where are you off too in such a hurry?”
“I made a terrible mistake, P.C. Selby,” answered Ted. “I picked up the wrong parcel from Pat and it needs to get to Wales!”
“All the way to Wales?” asked the Policeman. “Right, we’ll take my car and get there in no time.”
They got in Selby’s police car. With the sirens wailing, they set off very quickly.
Pat arrived in Pontypandy at last. He felt very tired so he pulled up to a café called Bella's Café. “Oh, I’m very tired, Jess,” yawned Pat. “Let’s go and have a cup of coffee.”
Jess agreed. In they went.
“Ciao, Signore,” greeted the woman called Bella. “What can-a I get-a you?”
“A cup of coffee and two biscuits, please,” said Pat, as he sat down. While he made himself comfortable, Jess the cat saw another cat. It was Bella’s orange cat – Rosa! He purred happily to her, but she hissed and moved off.
“Jess, get back here!” shouted an angry Pat. Then he turned to Bella. “I’m sorry, madam.”
“That-a all right,” smiled Bella, putting his coffee and biscuits down. “Cats are-a usually like-a that.”
Meanwhile, Naughty Norman Price had let the children to an abandoned building. It was as tall as a skyscraper, but very worn down and very old.
“This used to be the building for Pontypandy Times before they moved to another building and changed their name to Daily Pontypandy,” Norman told the children. “Right, up we go.”
He went up, but the children weren’t very sure. It didn’t look very safe or secure.
Norman turned back around. “Who wants to take a beautiful view of the town?”
Now that made the children head straight up into the building.
“Now, be safe, children!” warned Mr. Pringle.
“It doesn’t look safe to me,” said Sarah.
“Then let’s follow them to make sure,” said James.
And so the twins walked up the stairs, leaving Mr. Pringle to worry.
The abandoned building was so exciting that the Norman and the Greendale children forgot that they were walking around a dangerous site.
“This is just like that cool movie, Earthquakes Rocks!” yelled Bill.
Norman let the children to the balcony. They saw a very pretty sight.
“Wow! You can’t get a better view than this,” admitted Charlie Pringle.
Finally, Sarah and James had caught up with them.
“Come on,” called Sarah.
“You’ve had a good luck, but we need to clear the building,” said James.
“Oh, my gosh, look!” shouted Kathy Pottage, pointing the edge of the balcony. What was wrong with it?
“It’s collapsing!” shouted Tom, Kathy's twin brother. “Let’s head back down now!”
But it was too late. The balcony fell down! The children held on the edge for their dear lives!Luckily, the balcony stopped and it was hanging down like fish stuck on a rod.
“DON’T WORRY!” Mr. Pringle called from below. “I’LL CALL FOR HELP!” And he ran as fast as the wind to the nearest telephone box.
“Hurry, Dad!” cried Charlie.
The balcony dropped a bit more and it shook everyone so much that they nearly fell. Luckily, they didn’t. But, for poor Charlie and Norman, their glasses fell down and flipped the lid of the largest oil barrel.
Bill’s glass bottle of lemonade fell down.
On the ground, it landed on the edge of the oil barrel and only the bottle neck broke off. That wouldn’t be so bad, if the sun was coming out and reflecting from the bottle to the oil in the barrel.
At the fire station, the alarm went off.
“Now, who needs the fire service?” asked Station Officer Steele, as he tore the message off from the machine in his office. “Good grief! Children hanging from the abandoned building above a fire? On the double, men!”
Soon Firemen Sam, Elvis and Steele were all in their fire engine, Jupiter.
“All present and correct, sir,” reported Sam.
“Right, let’s go,” ordered Steele.
Sirens wailing and lights flashing, Jupiter took off followed by Penny fire tender, Venus. Trevor was with her.
In Greendale, everyone was quiet. Except when Miss Pottage screamed her head off! She was running with fear through the town. Alf and Dorothy Thompson bumped into her.
“What’s the matter, Mrs. Pottage?” asked Alf.
“It’s on the radio!” Mrs. Pottage cried. “My children! Our children! The whole children of Greendale are in trouble in Pontypandy! In a burning building!”
“Oh, my gosh!” cried Dorothy.
Soon the word spread through the whole town and everyone started to panic!
The fire engines roared down the streets of Pontypandy and passed Bella's Café. Bella came out.
“Oh, mamma mia!” she cried. “Is a disaster!”
Pat came out of the door too. This made him remember his mission. “Oh, no!” he cried. “I didn’t take the parcel to the fire station! Oh, well,” he went on, thinking, “I’ve got to get this parcel to the fire service anyhow. Come on, Jess!”
Jess had tried everything to impress Rosa, but it wasn’t working so he gave up and joined his master back to the post van. Bella waved the Greendale duo off.
Mr. Pringle had never panicked more in his life than he ever had. The children were hanging on for their lives, including his son! And what was worst was that burning oil from all seven oil barrels was reaching them!
“I’ll be sacked for sure,” he sighed sadly.
Then his luck began to turn around like the wheels on Jupiter and Venus arriving. The firemen got out.
“Right, get to work, men,” ordered Steele. “Criddlington, man the hose. Evans, help him. Fireman Sam, your Hose Tower could come in handy. Fire-fighter Morris, give him a hand.”
“Yes, sir!” And the fire team moved.
Elvis pulled out the hose and ran to the correct spot for firing water. “Water on, Trev!” he called.
Trevor put the water on. “Water on!” he called back and Elvis gave the flames all he had.
Meanwhile, Fireman Sam and Penny Morris got out the Hose Tower out of Jupiter and put everything together.
“How’s the Hose Tower coming on?” asked a panicking Steele.
“Nearly finished, sir,” answered Sam calmly as he could sound. But then his smile fell.
“What’s the problem, Sam?” asked Penny.
“I need that little cog now,” replied Sam. “Otherwise this machine won’t work.”
He looked to see Elvis would be running out of water soon and the fire was getting higher and much closer to the hanging children.
Sam and Penny turned to see Pat’s van arrived. Pat got out and Sam ran to him.
“Sorry, I got here as fast as I could!” panted Pat, taking the parcel from the back of his van.
“Well, better late than never,” said Sam, taking the parcel. He quickly opened it and his smile faded again. “This is not what I ordered.” He took out a giant orange balloon. “I ordered a cog. My invention won’t work now.”
Then Pat remembered. “Oh, no,” he said. “It’s my fault. I bumped into Ted back at home and all of the parcels must have got mixed up.”
That was it. For both Pat and Sam, they had their first failures! And because of that, the Fire Team was going to have their first failure in the history of the Pontypandy Fire Service!
“Hold on,” said Sam. “This balloon might not be a total lost. In fact, do you have any more balloons?”
Pat went back to his van and opened the back doors. “Here we are,” he said, getting out a box of balloons.
“Thanks,” he smiled, as he took the box and ran back to his invention.
He grabbed it and went into the opposite more secure-looking building. He went on the fourth floor and went to the nearest window.
Sam looked down to the burning barrels of oil. It was coming from the biggest barrel and it was away from the other barrels. It was also spilling flaming oil and it was hitting the smaller barrels. That was why Elvis couldn’t put out the fire.
Sam took the hose off, put a balloon on in its place and turned his machine on. It shot up to the same height off the building. The water was being poured into the balloon and it grew bigger. Sam aimed it at the glasses and –
The water balloon landed in the big barrel. Then Sam kept on firing more water balloons. The more balloons he fired at the barrels, the better success Elvis had with controlling the fire.
“Fire nearly out, sir,” Elvis told Steele.
“Very good, Criddlington,” said Steele.
Then he heard more crackling. He looked up and saw that the balcony had not stopped crackling. The children were sure to fall.
“What are we going to do about the children?” asked Sam.
Everyone saw the children and the building had no room for a ladder.
Then Pat had an idea.
“Come to my van, I've just got the ticket,” he announced. Sam, Penny and Trevor joined him.
The balcony was nearly done for.
“I’m sorry, everyone,” said James.
“It’s our fault,” said Sarah.
“No, it's my fault,” said Norman. “I just wanted to make your trip awesome.”
“It’s our fault,” confessed Charlie.
“Yeah, we weren’t being sensible,” said Lucy.
And the balcony cracked its last crack! Down the children fell! Was it the end of these very young children?
No! They fell to the ground onto... a giant trampoline. It was from Pat’s van that one customer asked to take to the rubbish heap in Greendale, but he knew it would be useful one day. And the fire team agreed with him. All the children were on the trampoline and were safe.
“Children rescued, sir,” reported Sam.
“Fire put out, sir,” reported Elvis.
“Well done, men and lady,” smiled Steele. “Knock off and make up.”
Then the citizens of Greendale arrived at the scene. The parents ran to their children.
“The Lord be praised,” sighed Rev. Timms. “Everyone is safe as heaven.”
They were pushed through by P.C. Selby and Ted Glen.
“Here’s your parcel, Pat,” said Ted.
“Well, better late than never,” chuckled Pat, as he and Sam laughed. “But what are you all doing here?” he asked the grown-ups of Greendale.
“We were worried about our children,” replied Miss Pottage.
“Well, no need to worry about that,” said Sam.
Dr. Gilbertson checked the children and she said no one was hurt. Everyone was relieved and the parents hugged their children.
Mr. Pringle told Station Officer Steele the whole story.
“I knew it would be Norman Price!” yelled Steele. “Where is he?”
Pat couldn’t find Jess in his van, either. “Now, where did that cat get to?” he asked himself.
Then everyone heard a boy’s scream and a cat’s scream in the alleyway. They ran and saw Norman trapped in a big metal bin and couldn’t get out. Jess was on the next bin nearby.
“Well done, Jess,” smiled Pat.
“You have one very cool, clever cat, Pat,” said Elvis.
That night, everyone was celebrating at Bella’s Café, even Bella because the only person who did all the work was Naughty Norman Price, who had new glasses on. Charlie Pringle had new glasses, too.
This was Norman’s punishment for letting children to a dangerous site and he needed to be taught a very good lesson. When he tried to sneak out of the building or give the customers the wrong order, Sam would sneak behind and stop him the very second before he could do.
“Nice try, Norman,” chuckled Sam, “but you're not that smart.”
And if anyone didn’t know better, they would think Norman kept falling down on purpose just to get out of it. Well, the children knew better: They were knocking him down... on purpose! For a laugh! And he would have to cook all over again. Poor Norman.
Later, Steele rose from his chair. “Ladies, Gentlemen and children, today has been one very busy day for both of our sides on this little island. And I am proud to present each of the children of Greendale the Pontypandy Fire Service Certificates for Following Fire Safety in an Emergency!”
All the children got up and he gave a medal each. “Don't forget to tell the others kids at Greendale about fire safety now,” he told them. “Now, for the main event of tonight. I would like to award this gold cross medal for 'Fast and Brave Actions' to the real hero of today, Greendale's Postman Pat."
Everyone gave Postman Pat a big cheer as he got up and let Steele put it around his neck.
“Thank you, everyone, but I really don’t deserve it, really,” he said modestly. “I didn’t get there in time and I was doing my job. I wasn’t trying to be a hero. But I will take this medal not for myself but to the Post Office to show what good the Post Service can, including emergencies like today.”
Everyone gave him more applause. As he sat back down, Sam came to him.
“That was very modest, Pat,” he said kindly.
“Well, without your invention, or your fire crew, or you… I wouldn’t be a hero at all, so thank you,” said Pat happily, shaking his hand with Sam. “Now, you've got the right part, I hope your invention will be working, Sam.”
“I’m sure it will,” Sam smiled.
Then all everyone's attention was pointed to the cats. “Awww!” they sighed as Jess the black and white cat and Rosa the orange cat were lying together and holding paws together.
Postman Pat from Woodland Animations, created by John Cunliffe.
Fireman Sam from Bumper Films Ltd based on an idea from Dave Gingell and Dave Jones, assisted by Mike Young and characters and storylines created by Rob M. J. Lee.
With the voice talents of Ken Barrie, Carol Boyd and John Alderton.