Ever since Nathan Chan The Steam Locomotive worked on The Strict Controller’s railway in Northern Nathan, he made his work go like clockwork. One breezy day, a mysterious tank engine from Natland arrived in Main Station, he had eight driving wheels, painted in red with cream lining and his name “Nat O Bad” in gold.
“Here is Nat O Bad,” said The Strict Controller, “I have agreed to give him a trial on my railway. He is new and needs to learn, please teach him Nathan.” The new engine looked at Nathan, “Good morning, pleased to see you Nathan. Is that Raymond, Brianna and Ronnald too? I am delighted to meet such famous big engines.” The three big engines were flattered “He has good manners,” they said to each other, “We like him in our yard.” Nathan have heard enough “Come on, Nat O Bad. I’ll teach you how to shunt coaches and trucks.” Nat O Bad heard this “Oh yes, the yards. Excuse me engines.”
Later, Nathan and Nat were practicing shunting at The Big Yard but soon Nat began to show off and showing his evil side. “Angry Hatt thinks I need to learn. He lost his mind, we Nat trains don’t need to learn; we know everything. We are have to kick you goody-good engines to replace all of you with us Nat trains; we are revolutionary.” “Oh,” said Nathan, “If you know everything, why not arrange some freight wagons whilst I get Ronnald’s coaches ready.” Nat was delighted to show off as he didn’t need Nathan to tell him what to do and scuttled away. He was rough with the trucks; banging them, bumping them and shoving them into place. The trucks were not pleased with Nat’s abusive treatment. When Nathan came back, Nat is coupled to a line of old open wagons began to move them onto a siding.
These old open wagons were old and rusty; they have not been touched for a long time. Their wheels and brakes were stiff, making it hard to release the brakes; Nat found them hard to move them. “PULL, PUSH, BACKWARDS, FORWARDS!” grumbled Nat. “Ooooo-eeee, owwww-eeee!” screamed the old trucks, “We can’t, we won’t!” Nathan watched with interest, Nat lost patience. “GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRR!” he growled and gave a great heave, the trucks lurched forwards. “OWWWWWWW-eeeeeeee Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh!” they wailed, “We can’t, we won’t!” Some of their brakes snapped and a mechanism hanging down bumped on the sleepers and rails.
“We can’t we won’t!” pleaded the old open wagons, “Give up already!” But Nat O Bad still tried to move them. The trailing brakes got caught on the point rail and locked themselves solid. “GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” said Nat, he pulled so hard that the knuckle of the old open wagons broke off and Nat shot suddenly on his own. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” laughed Nathan, Nat recovered and pushed the trucks hard but they wouldn’t move, so he gave up; Nathan collected the other trucks. “What were you doing with those old open wagons? asked Nathan, “You weren’t meant to shunt them.” “What you do mean?!” said Nat angrily, “Those trucks are not meant to be used, they’re broken now,” answered Nathan. Nat was furious, “Why didn’t you tell me?!” he almost shirked, “I spent all this time trying to move them! Nathan smirked “Well, that’s what you get for showing off. Besides, you were having fun being whatever you said, goodbye.” Nathan left with his goods run to Brenton. “HHHRRRRR GRRRRRR! HHHHRRRRRRR!” growled Nat.
Nat had to help the workmen and work women to clear up the mess, he hated it. All the trucks and coaches were laughing and singing at him. They sung so loud, that the song echoed to one town to another.
♫ Nat O Bad is no use at all
♫ Always being the show-off
♫ Thinks he knows a thing or two
♫ He is such a dork-doff
♫ Back and forth he darts around
♫ Thinks he’s totally Rad
♫ When he pulls the wrong trucks out
♫ Snap goes Nat O Bad
“GGGGGGRRRRRRRRR!” roared Nat and slinked off to sulk in the shed.