A/N This is Tender Engines in my country, so Gordon and Henry are the main characters.

Hey, it's me, Gordon and I'm telling about when The Flying Scotsman visited Sodor with 2 tenders.

One morning, I was in the yard taking on a large supply of coal.

"That's the third load of coal you had today, Gordon," said James. "Some might say you're being rather greedy."

"I'm an important engine," I replied. "Important engines need plenty of coal, but I doubt if you would understand that, James.".

James snorted and went about his work. Later, I was taking water from a stand-pipe because the water tower was under repair.

"I wouldn't drink too much of that water if I were you. It might give you boiler-ache," Duck said.

"Pah!" I said. "What's this? Educating Gordon Day? First James, now you, Duck. Big engines have big needs. Little engines are just annoying". Because of my pride, I quite disliked littler engines talking about my appetite for coal and where I got my water from. I needed a drink and that standpipe was something I could do to get it.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," laughed Duck. Later, I steamed into the yard at the big station.

"That's what I need," I explained. There, emerging out of the yard were two shiny tenders. "Now, if I had two tenders," I said. "I wouldn't need to stop so often. And I wouldn't have to listen to silly little engines.".

"Those tenders belong to a visitor," replied Driver. I later found out that was The Flying Scotsman, my brother.

Diesel sidled up alongside. "Everyone knows that tenders are a mark of distinction, but I'm afraid no amount of tenders will save you in the end. We diesels are taking over and we don't need to tenders to make us important, not even one."

I was most upset. I was feeling just the same the next day. "I'm not happy," I said.

"I know," said Duck. "It's boiler-ache."

'It's not boiler-ache," I protested. "It's..." I meant to say, "It's because of diesels taking over, which means steam engines are being scrapped, because we're not useful enough."

"Of course it is," interrupted Henry. "That water's bad. Have a good washout. You'll feel a different engine. Your boiler must be full of sludge.".

"Don't be vulgar," I huffed. I backed on my train, hissing mournfully. Boiler sludge is waste for us.

"Cheer up, Gordon," said Sir Topham Hatt.

"I can't, sir. Is it true what Diesel says, sir?"

"What does he say?"

"The diesels are taking over."

"Don't worry, Gordon. That will never happen on my railway."

"One more thing, sir. Why does the visitor have 2 tenders?"

"Because he lives on a railway with long distances between coaling depots."

Driver told me the visitor was my brother, The Flying Scotsman. Though he was the only other one of my kind left, it cheered me up to know, along with what Sir Topham Hatt said. I knew diesels were taking over on The Other Railway, but knowing I was safe and had a surviving brother lifted my mood. I felt better, especially since I could see him after my jobs were done. Now, I shall turn it over to my friend Henry.

Gordon felt better. But I started complaining. I banged some trucks angrily, jealous of The Flying Scotsman.

"I always work hard enough for two," I puffed. "I deserve another tender."

Duck whispered something to Donald. He was going to play a trick on me. I found that out later, when he did so.

"Henry?" he asked. "Would you like my tenders?"

"Yours?! What have you got to do with tenders?". He's a tank engine, so why would he have tenders? I thought.

"All right," said Duck. "The deal's off. Would you like them, Donald?"

"I wouldn't deprive you of the honor," replied Donald.

"It is a great honor," Duck continued thoughtfully. "But I'm only a tank engine. Perhaps James might..."

"I'm sorry I was rude," I said hastily. "How many tenders have you and when can I have them?'

"Uh, hmm. I have six and you can have them this evening."

"Six lovely tenders!" I chortled. "What a splendid sight I'll be!"

I was excited all day. "Do you think it'll be all right? I asked for the umpteenth time.

"Of course," said Duck. "They're all ready now."

The other engines waited where they could get a good view. But I wasn't a splendid sight at all. My six tenders were very old, dirty and filled with boiler sludge.

"Have a good washout, Henry," called a voice. "That's right. You'll feel a different engine, now.".

I was not sure, but I thought the voice belonged to Gordon. He seemed to be using the words used on him at me now.

A/N This is kind of a book/TV mash-up. Respect my Thomasverse.