A/N: Hey guys! Here's another chapter for you guys! Before I begin, I would like to address the two people who have reviewed this story so far. First off, thank you for your , on to what I have to say:
To bigyihsuan: I already know how I'm going to handle the Troublesome Trucks, which you will see soon. As for the coaches, I'm not entirely sure. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know.
To Lonedrifter213: Yeah, I can see how that does get annoying. The reason why I write the stories like that is because it's meant to be something that could be turned into a movie/tv episode. I guess that it doesn't work that well for an adaptation of a TV Series. I'll try my best to shift out of it. As for the narrator, he's an iconic piece of Thomas and Friends. Honestly, could you imagine Thomas without one? I sure couldn't. However, I suppose I could at least stop writing the word Narrator in front of all his lines. Sorry if that doesn't help, but that's all that I can think to do.
Anyway, if you guys see something that could use improvement in any of my stories, do not feel afraid to point it out. As long as the criticism is constructive I'll be fine with it. After all, if I don't know what I'm doing wrong, how can I improve? With that out of the way, let's get to the story.
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Chapter 2: Edward and Gordon
Edward is an Engine driver who works on the North Western Railway. He drives Engine #2, who I'm afraid has seen better days. Back when the railway opened, she was the pride of the line. But newer and stronger engines have come along, almost pushing #2 completely out of the way. Now she is rarely used at all, not even for shunting. One day, Edward was in the sheds when Gordon came up to him, Pompous as ever.
"Do you honestly think they'll send her out?" He asked rudely. "They want big, strong engines like mine and Henry."
"You never know, Gordon," said Edward. "Size isn't all that matters."
Before Gordon could reply, Sir Topham Hatt, the controller of the railway, pulled up to the sheds.
"Ah, Edward, just the man I want to see," he said. "An enthusiasts train has come to see the railway, and have specifically requested that your engine pull it. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes sir, please sir!" Edward replied.
"Right. On your way then."
With that, Sir Topham Hatt left as Edward got his engine steamed up. Gordon was speechless, and left to collect the express.
Edward gave the enthusiasts a lovely run. He took them through the countryside, showing them the wonderful wildlife. When the run was done, everyone came up to his engine and admired it, then thanked Edward for a lovely time.
Later that night, in the bunkhouse behind the engine sheds, Edward went on and on about his day out.
"Sir Topham Hatt said I can take her out again tomorrow," he told the others, "What do you think of that?"
But before Gordon could reply, Edward fell fast asleep.
When he woke up the next morning, he found that Gordon had not changed one bit.
"Just you wait and see me fly by today with the express, little Edward," he boasted. "That will be a splendid sight for you."
And with that, Gordon drove his engine out of the shed. Edward only laughed and went off to do some shunting.
Edward always loved biffing and bashing the trucks around. He was always careful not to break them, or damage the loads in side. He continued on until there were no trucks left.
Later around noon Edward was eating his lunch when he heard a familiar whistle. A few seconds later, Gordon and his engine came along. Instead of pulling shiny coaches, it was pulling a line of dirty trucks. Gordon could be heard complaining loudly.
"A goods train! A goods train! Oh, the shame of it. Oh, the shame of it!" He griped.
Edward only laughed and left to help Thomas in the yard.
Later in the shed the telephone started ringing. A few seconds later, the Foreman stepped out.
"Gordon's stuck on the hill just outside of Wellsworth," he said. "Please hurry!"
"Yes sir!" he said, and sprung his engine into action.
Gordon was waiting beside his engine looking very cross. He was so fed up with having to pull trucks that he refused to move another inch. Edward soon arrived and walked up along side.
"I'm here to help," he said.
"You! You couldn't push my engine with that old rust bucket of yours," Gordon said.
"Just you wait and see," Edward replied.
Edward got back into the cab and started pushing the train. The trucks were heavy, and his engine's wheels spun, but he carried on. Soon, they were over the top of the hill.
"Yes! I've done it!" Gordon proclaimed, his ego refusing him to acknowledge that he needed help, causing him to forget to thank Edward. But Edward was proud of himself.
"I ought to give old number 2 here a new coat of blue and red stripes," he thought, "Then she'll be the smartest looking engine in the shed."
A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Please let me know. I'll probably update this story faster than my other stories. Not to say that I'll devote all of my time to this one. It's just that these stories are faster to put out. Anyway, until next time, keep puffing forward!