A/N I struggled with who should narrate this, ben I decided on Gordon after checking the script.
Hey, it's me, Gordon and this is about me, along with my friend Edward, being sent down the wrong lines.
Thomas's branch line is important and so is Edward's. But their tracks and bridges are not so strong as those on the main line. Sir Topham Hatt does not allow heavier engines like me to run on them. But one day, the way I was talking, you would've thought Sir Topham Hatt had given the order for quite another reason. I know now, but I'm older now than then.
"It's not fair," I grumbled.
"What isn't fair?" asked Edward.
"Letting branch line diesels pull main line trains."
"Never mind, Gordon. I'm sure Boco will let you pull his freight cars sometimes."
"I won't pull Boco's dirty cars. I won't run on branch lines."
"Why not? It would be a nice change."
"Sir Topham Hatt would never approve," I huffed. Branch lines are vulgar.". I preferred to pull coaches, like the Express, on the main line.
I puffed away. Edward chuckled and followed me to the station. Every evening we pulled two fast trains from the station. I always left first with an express for the main line. Edward followed five minutes later with his train for the branch line. Usually everything ran like clockwork. But one night there was trouble. A lady in a green floppy hat was saying goodbye to her friend. It was nearly time for me to start. The fireman looked back toward tge conductor's van and saw something green waving.
"Right away, mate!" He was new to the job.
He thought the conductor had waved his flag. I started. leaving luggage, passengers and the conductor all standing on the platform. Everyone was very surprised and cross. To make matters worse, by the time I had been stopped and brought back, Edward was already late with his train. So now, he set off first. But the signalman at the junction wasn't told about the change. By mistake, he sent Edward along the main line. I was sent along the branch and arrived cold and cross on 1 of the sidings near the harbor. Next morning, Bill and Ben peeped into the yard. There were no cars for them, but they didn't mind that. Teasing me was much better fun. At least for them. Cheeky tank engines had teased me enough already, like when Thomas whistled rudely at me all those years ago.
"What's that?" asked Bill.
"Shush!" whispered Ben. "It's Gordon."
"It looks like Gordon, but it can't be. Gordon never comes on branch lines. He thinkd them vulgar."
I pretended I hadn't heard them.
"If it isn't Gordon," said Ben. "it's just a pile of old iron"
"Which we better take to the scrapyard." That was Bill, saying what to do with old iron. They heard so much, like me saying they're vulgar, on branch lines and maybe how Edward was called old iron when he was clanking.
"No, Bill, this lot's useless for scrap, we'll take it to the harbor and dump it in the sea."
I was alarmed.
"I am Gordon. Stop! Stop!".
When Boco suddenly arrived, I thought him the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
"Boco, my dear engine! ,save me."
Boco quickly sized up the situation and threatened to take away the cars he had brought for Bill and Ben. This made the twins behave at once. I thought Boco was wonderful.
"Those little demons. How do you do it?"
"Ah, well," said Boco. "It's just a knack"
I still believed that Boco had saved my life. But you know the twins were only teasing. Don't you? Boco knew how cheeky those twins could be, but it took me a while to find out they were just teasing, which I didn't realize until later. I still found their behavior annoying, though.
A/N I'm doing the best I can with Gordon. Unemotional characters are more of a struggle for me sometimes. I'm not British, they are, so I lapse into my English on certain words because it's more comfortable to use the word my country's dub uses.