of them look remotely like a train, but hey , remotely like a train, but hey, the songs are andrew lloyd webberith kind of called 1950s rock and roll. some power ballads. the lyrics are politely like something out of an old speak and spell machine or something, you know , machine or something, you know, there's very little plot, there's very little plot, there's very little character development, are plucky little train rusty? i don't know which one we can see there. he's the one we can see there. he's the one all in brown. not there at the moment. he's a steam train. they're out of date. he's being bullied by the diesel and the electric. and he falls for this carriage. the first class carriage. the first class carriage. new girl, pearl . and carriage. new girl, pearl. and he wants to impress us. he enters a race, and that's pretty much it . and when the races much it. and when the races happen, all these barriers come up around where we're sitting. the lights are flashing , the lights are flashing, flashing. the music's thumping. it's utterly ridiculous. and i felt like a kind of teenager that