Toby the Tram Engine was feeling very happy. He had just come back from the Sodor Museum after taking some very important passengers to it's grand opening. He'd first thought that the Fat Controller intended to put HIM in the museum but was thankfully proven wrong. He was going to see his coach Henrietta and tell her about his day when he heard the voices of James and Percy.
"My paint looks more beautiful than ever!" James boasted. "I'm the most splendid engine on Sodor!"
"Careful not to ruin it this time, James." Percy advised. "Remember what happened last time you had a repaint."
"Me? Ruin my own paint. That's never going to happen. Unlike a certain little green saddle tank, I know how to look after my splendid paint." James said.
"Hey" Percy said crossly "I know how look after my paint but unlike a certain vain red tender engine, it isn't my only concern in life."
"Please, you couldn't look after your paint if your boiler depended on it. Your always filthy and unsplendid, unlike me!"
"Are we really having this argument again James?" Percy asked.
"Oh dear" sighed Toby to himself "I better intervene before it gets serious." He rushed over, ringing his bell to get their attention.
"What do you want Toby?" James said, dismissively.
"I heard you two arguing and decided to stop it, before either of you say something you regret." Toby explained.
"It's just a small argument about paint, nothing for you to be concerned about Toby." Percy said.
"I had two friends who said the same thing once, the 'small' argument eventually destroyed their friendship, and I don't the same thing to happen to you two. I know you've had arguments about paint before, and I'd say it's not worth straining your friendship over."
"Your right Toby. I'm sorry about bragging my paint a lot Percy." James said.
"And I'm sorry for for implying you'd ruin your paint."
"Excellent." Said Toby. "Now would you like to hear about my day at the museum?"
James and Percy said yes and Toby told them all about his day until they had to go back to work.