Dear Disney,

These last few months have certainly been a ride. Gordon's been boasting about himself again and has gotten into trouble again. Luckily Tramp still reminds loyal to Gordon, but he wasn't the only engine that's gotten into trouble.
But why don't you read these stories to see what's been happening.

The Author

Off the Rails

One summer's day, Tramp was resting on the porch, near the front door.

Scamp: Morning, old timer!

Tramp (groan): Son, I'm too tired to be bothered by your smart comments. What are doing here anyway?

Scamp: Well mother left for work already, so I'm just waiting for my sisters to get ready. Another busy day with you and Gordon?

Tramp: You have no idea. You and Thomas are lucky that you get breaks and a rest at each station. While I have to constantly check to make sure nothing goes wrong. And sometimes listing to Gordon complaining about goods trains is exhausting enough.

Scamp: So he's still his usual self. We're you ever like that before, pa?

Tramp opened his eyes and blushed in embarrassment.

Tramp: Well, I was no angel, that's for sure. I would sometimes brag about things I can only do, Gordon was always a bit like that too when he was starting out. You remind me a lot of myself and Gordon when we were young. That's why I tried to keep you in check, to make sure you don't make the same stupid mistakes I've made in my younger days.

Scamp (Chuckles): Well, you're doing a good job at that. I'm still glad you allowed me to work on the railway. Believe me it's one of the greatest things you've gave to me, and if wasn't of you, I probably be complaining a lot about going on an adventure.

Tramp: You have change quite a bit since you've got the job. Still ego much, but you make your Pop proud of you.

Scamp smiled at his father.

Tramp: By the way, what time is it?

Scamp: It's almost about 9:00.

Tramp was about to back to sleep, when he suddenly woke up.

Tramp: 9:00!? Oh, shoot! I'm supposed to be at the train yard by now! See you soon, son!

He raced down the path and made it to the train yard, just as Gordon's Driver and Fireman made their way was well.

Gordon's Driver: Ah, there you are Tramp. We were worry that you wouldn't be here today.

Tramp was tired from the running, but still showed his smile and his "ready for work" face.

Gordon's Fireman: Well it looks like you're not the only one that's tired.

They found Gordon resting at his usual siding.

Gordon's Driver: Wake up Gordon, a special train is coming, and we're to pull it.

Gordon opened his eyes and yawned.

Gordon: Is it coaches or trucks?

Gordon's Driver: Trucks.

Gordon: Trucks!? Pah!

Gordon's Driver: Sorry Gordon, but them's the orders.

Gordon's Driver and Fireman loaded up the firebox with coal, but the fire was slow to start, and they didn't have enough time to wait. So Edward had to push Gordon to the turntable, to get him facing the right way.

Gordon (Grumble): I won't go, I won't go!

Edward: Don't be silly, don't be silly!

Tramp: Come on Gordon, stop being a baby, and cooperate!

Gordon tried his best, but soon he was on the turntable. Edward was uncoupled and the movement had shaken Gordon's fire, it was now burning nicely and making steam. Gordon's Driver and Fireman jumped down from the cab to turn the turntable, while Tramp stayed in the cab. Gordon was still cross and didn't what he did. He waited till the table was half way around.

Gordon (Thinking): I'll show them, I'll show them!

Gordon's Driver and Fireman forgot to put on Gordon's breaks and Gordon started to move while the turntable was still moving. Gordon was only trying to jam the turntable, as he has done so before, but he couldn't stop himself, and soon he crashed through a fence and slither into a ditch. Tramp jerk a little forward and he was so near Gordon's Firebox, luckily he didn't touch it and he was safe.

Gordon: Get me out, get me out!

Gordon's Fireman held out his hands and Tramp jumped from Gordon's cab to his arms.

Gordon: What about me!?

Gordon's Driver: What do you mean "what about you"? You're stuck you silly great engine. Don't you understand that?

Gordon: Couldn't you just hop into my cab and move me back?

Gordon's Driver: With the way you're facing right now, and where you're at, sorry that's not possible.

They went and telephone the Fat Controller

Fat Controller: I see, so Gordon didn't want to take the special train and ran into a ditch? That means the special is waiting then. Let Tramp work with Edward and have him take it. As for Gordon, leave him where he is, we'll get him out after all work has been done.

They went back and told Gordon the situation.

Gordon: Oh, dear. I shall have to stay here forever.

Tramp: I think it serves you right. Out of all the immature things you could have done, this is by far the most immature thing ever! I can't tell you how disappointed I am at you!

Gordon said nothing; he just looked at his buffers.

Tramp: Now if you'll excuse me; my wife and Edward are waiting for me. I hope you will have learned your lesson when I get back.

A family of toads crock crossly at Gordon and on the other side of the ditch some little boys were chattering.

Boys: Oh, doesn't he look silly? They'll ever get him out.

They began to sing.

Boys: Silly old Gordon fell in a ditch, fell in a ditch, fell in a ditch. Silly old Gordon fell in a ditch, all on a Monday morning!

The school bell rang, and they ran off, still singing. Gordon laid in the ditch almost all day.

Gordon (Thinking): Oh, dear. I shall never get out.

But later that evening, they lifted Gordon from the ditch with the breakdown crane. Then they made a road of sleepers under his wheels to keep him from the mud. Strong ropes were fasten to his back end, and James and Henry, pulling hard, managed to bring him back to safety.

When it was all over, Gordon crawled home, a sadder and wiser engine.