Dear Disney,
The Fat Controller's engines and his workers have become more famous than ever before, thanks to their visit to England last month. Not only that, but we had three special visitors on the North Western Railway. One was another famous engine named City of Truro, another visitor was a Diesel engine, and the last visitor is a famous prosecutor from another country. This kind prosecutor helped poor Duck because he was being framed. "Framed for what?" You may ask? Well I think you know what to do by now to find the answers for yourself.
The Author
Domeless Engines
A special train arrived one evening. The Fat Controller welcomed the passengers. They looked at everything in the yard and photograph the engines. They even petted and play with the pets. Duck's driver let some of them ride in his cab.
Duck's Driver: They're the railways society. They've come to see us. See that engine over there? That's City of Truro. He was the first engine to go 100 miles a hour.
O'Malley: Wow. Now that's fast.
?: HELP!
Duck's crew and O'Malley turned around and saw that a little dog was being bullied by a big dog.
O'Malley: If there's one thing I can't stand. It's bullies like him.
Duck's Driver: Let's see what the commotion is about.
?: Please. I wasn't going to steal. Honest.
Big dog: Likely story. I know a thief when I see one!
O'Malley: What's going on here!?
Big dog: Stay out of this cat! We've been getting reports from our owners about a bunch of dog thieves and human thieves robbing banks, stores and restaurants.
O'Malley: Thieves?
Big dog: Yeah and the worst part is that most of the dogs or humans that stand on guard usually end up falling asleep. I'm embarrassed to admit, but it happened to me too.
?: B-But I assure you, that I was looking around. I-I would never do anything like…
Big dog: Silence!
HOLD IT!
Everybody turned and saw a man with a red jacket and a white ruffles.
?: Excuse me, but I do believe there's been a mistake. You see the dog, Missile, belongs to me.
Missile: Mr. Edgewor…
Big dog: This dog, belongs to you?
Edgeworth: That's right. If you notice the tag on this collar, you can see that I'm responsible for the dog.
He was right. There was a tag on the dog's collar that said Missile and it also has a license number attached to it. "9899490".
Big dog: Hmph! I bet he just stole that so he can get away for his crimes. You got any other proof then some tag on his collar?
Edgeworth: I figure you might say that. Here. These are the papers and documents that proves he's mine. The number on the paper is a perfect match to the number on his tag, and this photo and his paw prints are actually alike as well. Plus if I were to phone my friends and the police department where I used to work, I'm sure they can agree that this dog belongs to me.
The guard dog looked carefully at the papers and he turned his head back to the Missile, who was shaking like a leaf.
Big dog: Hmm… Alright. I'll let him go; but if I catch that mutt loitering around the store without an owner, then I won't hesitate to call the dog catcher to come and take him away!
And with the that, the guard dog went back to his post.
Edgeworth: How many have a told you, don't run off on your own. You're a police dog, so you should know better!
Missile: Sorry Mr. Edgeworth, but those treats just look so…
Edgeworth: No excuses. If you promise to be good during the rest of the trip, then I'll pick some up when we get home, okay?
Missile: Okay.
Duck's driver: So you're the famous prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: I was a prosecutor, but I left the office because of something… personal. Anyway, I want to thank your cat for trying to save Missile.
O'Malley: Oh, it's no big deal. I just wanted to make sure that nothing horrible was going to happen to this little guy here.
Missile: Thank you!
Edgeworth: Still I need to thank you somehow. Here, if you ever need help with something, just call me by my cell phone.
Edgeworth handed Duck's driver his business card.
Edgeworth: Well, I'll be off now.
?: That was really impressive back there.
They turned and found City of Truro with Duck.
O'Malley: You must be City of Truro. It's nice to meet you. We were wondering in it's alright for Duck to talk to you.
City of Truro smiled.
Truro: Of course it's alright. Besides, I see he's one of us. Anyone with Great Western color always knows how do keep things in order.
Duck blushed with pride.
Duck: I try to teach the others our ways, but something I can't do it alone. That's why I'm proud of my crew right here.
Truro: All ship shape and fashion, that's right!
Duck: Please, could you tell us on how you beat the South Western?
So City of Truro told Duck and his crew all about his famous runs from more than 50 years ago. They were soon firm friends and talk Great Western until it was time for him to go. He left early next morning.
Gordon: Good riddance. Chattering all night, keeping important engines like me awake! Who is he anyway?
Duck: He's City of Truro. He's famous!
Gordon: As famous as me? Nonsense.
Duck: He's famous than you. He went 100 miles an hour, before you were drawn or thought of!
Gordon: So he says. But I didn't like his looks. He's got no dome! Never trust domeless engines, they're not respectable. I've never boast, by the way, but 100 miles would be easy for an engine like me. Anyway, I see Tramp is waiting at the station for me. So good-bye.
Duck had to take some empty trucks to Edward's station. He was very cross, and it was lucky for those trucks that they try no tricks.
Lady: Good morning, O'Malley. How's your wife and kids doing?
O'Malley: Doing great. I'm telling you, between you and my lovely wife. I can't decide who's more beautiful.
Lady just giggled and blushed.
Sid: Have you heard about another robbery last night?
Duck's Driver: Again? What did they steal, this time?
Charlie: Apparently they stole some steel parts from the scrap yard and just like last time, both the guard and his dog were asleep while they've stolen the goods.
O'Malley: Steel parts from a scrapyard? Why on earth would they need those for?
Edward: You're guess is as good as mine. I actually saw it happen while I was asleep, but I couldn't to anything to stop them.
Lady: I have a have a feeling that whatever is making the guards asleep is the same substances they made Jock asleep when James got stolen.
Everyone was just pondering at this point.
Edward: Are you okay over there, Angel? You've awfully quiet over there and you looked terrified.
Angel: Huh? O-Oh. Eh, eh. I'm fine, Edward. It's nothing to worry about.
Berite (Beep Beep)
Angel: Oh that's Berite. Gotta run!
Lady: And are you okay there, Duck. You look like you've just gotten into a fight with someone.
Duck told Edward and Lady all about City of Truro and what Gordon had said.
Lady (Giggling): Don't take much notice. This is Gordon we're talking about here. The same engine that thinks no one else should be famous but him.
Edward: And if you ask me, I think the famous engine is very kind. In fact while he was on in way home. He stopped by my station and talked to us for a bit.
Lady: There was also a nice red coated gentleman with a dog that told us about a cat that saved the dog.
O'Malley: By any chance, did guy also weared a white looking scarf around his neck?
Edward: Yes that's the one. How'd you know?
Duck's Fireman: Because the one who saved the dog, was this fine cat right here.
O'Malley just beamed with pride.
Lady: I thought it was you. You did a very heroic thing.
Edward: Look here comes Mr. Famous now.
They saw that Gordon was zooming along the line a head. His wheels pounded the rails, as his coaches were moving side to side.
Gordon: He did it. I'll do it! He did it. I'll do it!
Gordon's train rocketed passed Edward's station and was gone.
Edward and Lady laughed and winked at Duck!
Lady: Looks like Gordon's got himself some competition.
Edward: He's trying to do a City of Truro.
Duck was still cross.
Duck: I should think he'll knock himself to bits! I heard something rattle as he went through.
Meanwhile Gordon was still pounding the rails, as his driver tried to ease him off.
Gordon's Driver: Steady boy. We aren't running a race.
Gordon (Thinking): We ARE then!
Gordon's Driver: I've never had him ride so roughly before.
Gordon's fireman grabbed the brake handle.
Tramp: Gordon. What's the big hurry? Trying to set a world record or something?
Suddenly Tramp heard a sound from Gordon's boiler.
Tramp: Gordon. I think you better slow down. There's something going on with your boiler.
Gordon felt it too.
Gordon (Thinking): He's right. It feels like something is loose. I should go slower.
But by that time it was too late.
They met the wind on the Vacuduct. It wasn't a gentle wind or a hard steady wind. It was teasing wind which blew suddenly in hard puffs and caught you unawares.
Gordon thought it wanted to push him off the bridge.
Gordon: No you don't!
But the wind at other ideas. It curl around his boiler, crept under his lose dome and lifted it off in the way into the valley below. The dome felt onto the rocks with a clang and it fell and floated along the water.
Gordon felt most uncomfortable. The cold wind whistled where his dome should be and he felt silly without it.
At the big station, the coaches, trucks, and even the passengers laughed at him. He tried to wheezed them away, but the passengers crowded around no matter what he did.
On the way back home, he wanted his driver to stop and find his dome.
Gordon's Driver: Sorry, Gordon. But your dome is long gone by now through the water. You'll just have to the works for a new one.
Gordon dropped Tramp off at the station, then he went to sheds.
Gordon (Thinking): I hope the sheds are empty tonight.
But much to his disappointment, all the engines were at the sheds waiting for him.
?: Never trust domeless engines! They aren't respectable.