It was springtime on the Island of Sodor. There would be lots of holiday makers to keep the engines' coaches full and the line would be very busy. Chris was very busy taking a goods train to Vicarstown. When he returned to Tidmouht sheds to rest, Sir Topham Hatt came to see him. "Chris, we are in need of another engine to help pull passengers from Knapford to Brendam. Will you be willing to help us?"
"Oh, yes please!" Chris said with delight. Chris had never pulled coaches before. The next day, he arrived at Knapford Station with three shiny new coaches. The passengers boarded the train and the conductor blew his whistle, then he was off. He sped down the line, feeling the wind across his dome. He blew his whistle as he delightfully chuffed down the line. However, the passengers were not enjoying themselves as much. They were being jostled about as Chris rode rather roughly down hills and around corners. One little boy almost lost his lunch! When he arrived at the station at Crovan's gate, the passengers were relieved the ride was over.
"Have a nice day!" Chris puffed cheerfully, but the passengers were not appearing to have had a good ride. That night, Sir Topham Hatt went to speak to Chris, and was rather concerned.
"Chris, I have received some complaints from passengers from your train today. While I am aware you are not accustomed to pulling coaches, please take care! The reputation of the North Western Railway is at stake!" Sir Topham Hatt said.
"Yes sir." Chris replied. The next day, Chris returned to the station to pick up another train of passengers. When he was about to pull off with his train, Chris noticed a woman with a rather large bump on her belly. He was perplexed. "What was the matter with her?" He asked himself. The guard's whistle blew, and he started off slowly, then gradually picked up speed along the line. He braked down hills and slowed at curves and his passengers were comfortable. After he stopped at Knapford station, a man and a woman frantically got out of one of the coaches. It was the woman with the large belly bump and her husband, too.
"Please! my wife is with child! Take us to Dryaw Airfield! She'll give birth any minute." the man said.
"Right away!" Chris' driver replied. The man helped his laboring wife into Chris' cab, then he was off to the airfield. He raced as fast as he could along the line. The woman groaned and wailed as she was nearly about to give birth. She griped her husband's hand
"Quickly!" he shouted. Chris pulled into Dryaw station, where Harold the helicopter was already waiting. The expectant couple was rushed to a hospital on the mainland. A few days later, they came to see Chris with their new baby boy. Sir Topham Hatt was very pleased.
"Thanks to you, my wife delivered a healthy son. Such a splendid railway!" The man smiled to Chris.
"Indeed, your actions are quite commendable, Chris." Sir Topham Hatt.
"That's what I'll name him! I'll name our son, Chris!" the woman said, and everyone was happy.