- Gordon: [James is about to go on the turn table] Take care. You might stick too.
- James: No fear. I'm not as fat as you.
- Boys: [Gordon caused the turntable to stick and has to pull backwards] Look, there's a new tank engine - oh, it's only Gordon back to front!
- Thomas: Hello! Playing tank engines? Sensible engine. Take my advice; scrap your tender and have a nice bunker.
- James: [thinking] I mustn't stick.
- Narrator: He stopped on just the right place to balance the table. It could now swing easily. Gordon arrived in time to see everything. James turned *much* too easily; the wind puffed him round like a top. He couldn't stop!
- [James spins round far too quickly; eventually his ordeal ends]
- Gordon: Well, well, are you playing roundabouts?
- Narrator: Poor James, feeling quite giddy, rolled off to the shed without a word.