A/N Gordon tells this one, as he's the title character of the episode.

Hey, it's me, Gordon and I shall tell about the time a very famous engine visited us.

It was an important day in the yard. Everyone was busy and excited - making notes and taking photographs. A special visitor had arrived and was now the center of attention.

"Who's that?" Thomas whispered to Duck.

"That," said Duck proudly, "is a celebrity."

"A what?" asked Percy.

"A celebrity is a very famous engine," replied Duck. "Driver says we can talk to him soon."

"Oh", said Thomas. "He's probably too famous to even notice us."

I heard about all this afterwards.

Just then, I arrived. "Pah!" I said. "Who cares? A lot of fuss about nothing if you ask me." I wasn't a fan of City Of Truro.

And I steamed away. Later that night, my fellow engines found the vistor wasn't conceited at all. He enjoyed talking to the other engines, till long after the stars came out. He left early next morning.

"Good riddance," I grumbled. "Chattering all night. Who is he, anyway?" My ally was around.

"Duck told you," said Thomas. "He's famous."

"As famous as me?" I huffed. "Nonsense!"

"He's famouser than you," replied Thomas. "He went 100 miles an hour before you were drawn or thought of."

"So, he says," I snorted. " But I didn't like his looks. He's got no dome. Never trust domeless engines- they're not respectable. I never boast, but I'd say that 100 miles an hour would be easy for me."

Duck took some cars to Edward's station.

"Hello," called Edward. "That famous engine came through this morning. He whistled to me. Wasn't he kind?"

"He's the finest engine in the world." Then he told Edward what I had said.

"Take no notice," soothed Edward. "He's just jealous. Look! He's coming now."

My wheels pounded the rails. "He did it. I'll do it. He did it. I'll do it."

My train rocketed past and I was gone.

"He'll knock himself to bits," chuckled Duck. Duck didn't believe I could go as fast the celebrity.

"Steady, Gordon," called Driver. "We aren't running a race!"

"We are then," I said, but I said it to myself. Suddenly, I began to feel a little strange.

The top of my boiler seems funny, I thought. It feels as if something is loose. I'd better go slower.

But it was too late. On the viaduct, we met the wind. It was a teasing wind which blew suddenly in hard puffs. I thought it wanted to push me off the bridge.

"No, you don't!" I said firmly. But the wind had other ideas. It curled around my boiler, crept under my loose dome and lifted it off and away into the valley below. My dome fell into the water.

I was most uncomfortable. The cold wind was whistling through the hole where my dome should be and I felt silly without it. At the big station, the cars laughed at me.

I tried to "wheesh" them away, but they crowded around no matter what I did. On the way back to the shed, I wanted Driver to stop and fetch my dome.

"We'll never find it now," said Driver. "You'll have to go to the Works for a new one."

I was very cross. I hated losing my dome, especially after the Troublesome Trucks laughed.

"I hope the shed is empty tonight," I huffed to myself.

But all the engines were waiting.

"Never trust domeless engines," said a voice from behind me. "They aren't respectable." It was probably one of the cheekier engines in that shed, repeating my words back to me.

A/N I'm not British, they are. I tried, but sometimes I feel more comfortable with my English, so respect that.