Fireman Sam: The Great Fire of Pontypandy

Oh! Ooh!

Why won't you switch on?

Silly light.

Hmm?

Oh! Whoa!

Whoa! Huh?

Oh! No!

Come on.

Whoa!

Call Sam! Call Fireman Sam!

I'm up here!

Help!

Great fires of London! Hang in there, Charlie.

The wind's too fierce to use the ladder or the helicopter!

So how will we get your brother down?

Keep the light on him.

I'm coming!

Hurry.

Can't hold on.

Whoa!

Gotcha!

That was close.

You should clip yourself on for safety in the future.

Thanks, Sam. I will.

But it's not over yet.

If we don't get this lighthouse working,

the ships out there could run aground.

I've got an idea!

Sam to Elvis. Keep Jupiter's lights flashing.

Shine the headlights out to sea until we can get the lighthouse going.

There are a lot of people depending on us.

Okay, Sam.

The light's through here, Sam. I just can't get it to work.

Hand me that screwdriver.

See this green wire?

Yes!

Hooray! Nice one, Sam.

Wonderful, Sam. Thank you so much.

And of course I remember the look on his face

as he climbed back into the fire engine.

It gives me great pleasure to perform this duty.

It's not often...

Who's that standing next to Station Officer Steele?

That's Chief Fire Officer Boyce.

He's come from Newtown to give out a medal.

- My dad told me. - ...great service.

It's one month since the night of the great storm,

a night when one fireman performed an act of bravery

above and beyond the call of duty!

Hear! Hear!

So would our hero please step forward?

Eh, em. Not you, Cridlington.

Fireman Sam!

Oh! Sorry, sir.

Don't worry, Elvis. You'll get yours one day.

It gives me great pleasure in presenting you

with the Medal of Outstanding Bravery.

Sam, you are a credit to the service!

Dih... buh... That's enough of that!

Oh.

Thank you, sir. But it's really just part of the job.

I couldn't have done it without the rest of the team.

Well said, Sam.

- So can I have a medal, too? - No, Cridlington.

It means it's time for you to put the kettle on!

Yes.

Would you care for a cup of tea, sir?

Oh, Mike!

I thought you might like some lemonade to cool you down.

Thanks, Bronwyn.

I don't know why they want a wind turbine fitted up here.

There isn't a breath of wind!

Ah! But there's a storm on the way.

I can always tell, when my seaweed gets damp.

Oh, right you are.

Er, well, I've never known it so hooo...

- Mike? Oh! Oh, oh, oh! - Help!

- Mike! - Help!

Me tools are weighing me down.

I'll call Fireman Sam!

Yes, Chief Fire Officer Boyce and myself

were at the same fire academy, you know.

So why aren't you a Chief Fire Officer then, sir?

- Was he just better than you? - (COUGHS) Certainly not!

I just like to be where the action is, on the front line!

Hmm! I wonder what they're talking about?

Sam, I've a little proposition for you.

You are just the man I need

to lead the new Rapid Response Fire Unit in Newtown.

What? Lead? Like a Station Officer?

Why, yes. In fact,

you could make Chief Fire Officer one day, just like me.

Uh, I don't know what to say, sir.

Say nothing. Just sign here!

Oh!

Hmm. Mike Flood's fallen off the boathouse roof into the harbour?

Oh, ho. Silly chap!

- Sorry, sir. - Sam!

Mike Flood's fallen off the boathouse into the harbour!

- Sounds like a job for Neptune, sir. - You're right.

- Penny, you'd better get going. - On my way, sir.

Sam, you'd better go, too.

What's that you've got there, Sam?

I'll tell you later, Penny.

Ooh. That's some fireman you've got there, Steele.

Yes, sir. We in Pontypandy are very proud of him.

Come on, Penny.

He won't be able to stay afloat for much longer.

Ready, Sam!

Oh, uh... Here! O-Over here!

Okay, Mike. Let's get you out of there.

Thanks, Sam.

Wow, Mike. Have you been having extra chips again?

No. I've still got me tool belt on!

Heh, whooo!

Actually, it was quite refreshing taking a dip in this heat.

It's been so hot these last few days!

Well, thanks to you, I can get cracking with me other jobs.

I've still got to fix that door on the lighthouse.

Well, don't go falling off that, will you?

Sam doesn't want to make a habit of collecting medals.

Yeah, right. All right, bye.

Well, come on, then.

What did Chief Fire Officer Boyce give you?

He's offered me a Station Officer post in Newtown.

Hey! Nice one!

In charge of your own station? When will you let him know?

I think he wants it signed at the end of the day.

Oh. Well, Pontypandy's going to miss you, Sam.

Yes. And I'm going to miss Pontypandy.

Lovely day again, Sam!

I'm taking the Pontypandy Pioneers camping in the forest.

Sounds great, Trevor.

Uh, but I'm afraid we can't have any campfires.

The forest is so dry, a single spark could cause a big fire.

You can count on me, Sam.

I used to be a boy scout, you know. Bye!

Thanks for inviting me on the camping trip, Auntie.

It's my pleasure, Derek.

It'll be fun for Norman to have his cousin with him.

Now, have we got everything? Trevor will be here any second.

Don't worry, Auntie Dilys.

The Pontypandy Pioneers are always prepared!

Are you sure we need to take air freshener?

Oh, yes! You get a lot of nasty smells in the forest.

And that's just from you kids.

Hey!

Wow! Look at all these sandwiches.

Anyone would think we were going camping for a week!

Hee-hee. Morning, Pioneers. Your carriage awaits!

Are you moving house, Dilys?

And what do you mean by that, Trevor Evans?

I mean we're spending 24 hours in the forest

with only our instinct for survival to get us through.

And 300 sandwiches.

I'm sorry, Derek,

but the Pontypandy Pioneers are going for their survival badge.

So, no sandwiches.

- Pardon? - Eh?

And no mobile phones, either.

What? What about me afternoon gossip with Bronwyn?

It can wait. Come on, Pioneers. Let's move out!

What are you doing with those sausages?

Shhh! There's no way I'm eating bugs and berries, yuk.

I want proper food in that forest!

Keep up, Pioneers!

Come on, you two. Hurry up!

Sorry, Trevor. I, er, had to tie my shoelaces.

Oh, ah, me, too!

Hmm. No Mandy?

Maybe she's had second thoughts.

Oh, you must be right. After all, this camping trip is no picnic.

And whose fault is that?

Now, now, Norman. Trevor knows what he's doing.

That's right, Dilys. Trevor's at the controls!

Who's for a sing-song, then?

Forget it, Mum!

Trevor's bus will have gone.

Oh. Sorry, Mandy.

Your Dad's been so busy. He forgot to fix the car.

Dad's always too busy fixing things for other people.