One day, Gordon the Fat Controller's Number 4 engine was very grumpy- more so than usual. This put his friend James in a bad mood.
"Why are you always moaning?"
Because, little James, I am an important engine on the Island, and you are just a silly little engine who has a metal Gandalf for a comanion and gets ideas above your station!"
Percy was nearby when he said this
"I can't see any- where are they?"
"Where are what?" Gordon huffed, in no mood for Percy's silliness.
"Ideas above James' station- the sky's empty."
"Like your smoke box!" James retorted, laughing.
Of course, this show of humour did not imrove Gordon's own.
"I'll show you what big engines such as myself are capable of." He said.
"Like what?" Asked the green engine inncently.
"How not to speak to annoying little engines for starters!" Called Gordon, as he puffed away.
...
Later the Fat Controller had some important news for Gordon.
"I want you to take an empty Express to the new station for a test run." he explained. "You can make for lost time afterwards."
"But why can't Henry do it? He likes idling in stations." Gordon huffed sulkily.
"Really Useful Engines do as they're told." The Fat Controller replied bluntly.
Of course as Gordon set off he felt unhappy about the whole affair.
He was also feeling really sick.
"It's your pipes Gordon- they're blocked." Said his driver. "We should take it easy, and have you taken to the Works afterwards."
They arrived the New Station soon after, and Gordon was less than impressed.
"What a boring old view!" Gordon huffed. "There should be a panoramic view here so I can see people and they can see me!"
He was relieved when they could leave the dull station behind.
...
"Now you can really enjoy your run Gordon, so long as your pipes let you." Said his fireman.
Of course, Gordon was rather adamant that he was feeling as fit as a fiddle.
"What- me, sick? Never!"
So he was rather surprised when he soon found himself slowing down, and his strength was slowly drawing away from him.
"Now you really need to visit the Works old boy!" said his driver.
Gordon was very cross- and his mood was not helped when James arrived to collect his passengers.
"Ha-so much for knowing everything! You got too puffed up in the smoke box and it serves you right!" He teased.
...
A few days later, Gordon returned from the works. Despite his misfortune, he was still boasting.
"I am the finest engine on the Island- perhaps even the world!" He boasted.
Then the Fat Controller arrived.
"Gordon, you are to head to the New Station for its official opening!" He announced grandly.
But as Gordon puffed along, his driver found that the brakes were jammed!
His colleague tried to help, but to no avail.
Gordon rushed into the New Station and crashed into its plain blank walls he had despised so much.
"Help! Save me! He wailed, noting that he was hanging above the roads dangerously.
"Well, Gordon, I know you wanted a panoramic view, but this is not the way to do it!"
"Yes sir- sorry sir."
...
Once Gordon was rescued and mended, and the station stabilized and repaired, Gordon went to the second official opening of the station.
He was greeted by cheers that he had arrived safely.
"Well Gordon, your panoramic view is here to stay- but I hope you will look out at it from your rails in future!"
Gordon agreed heartily with that sentiment.