Ringo: You know, it feels like yesterday when we started all of this.

Britt: Yeah.

Mitton: Next episode, here we go!

…

While James was recovering from his tar incident, Gordon was resting in a siding. The same siding that Thomas formerly ran up to and scared the crap out of him with his whistle. Gordon wasn't really the best at finding places to rest himself.

"Sometimes!" Gordon declared. "It's really tiring to be such a large, splendid, and proud engine! One does need to keep up appearances and such."

Henry soon came up, somehow managing to be as quiet as a mouse.

"PEEP PEEP! HELLO BLUE FATFACE!" he whistled, startling Gordon awake.

"AH! WHA-! What cheek!" spluttered Gordon angrily.

"That's because I said it with my own mouth easily, not my cheek." said Henry.

"Not literally! Ough! That Henry is just getting too big for his wheels!" said Gordon to his crew.

"Almost thought that operation fixed that." said his driver.

"Pretty fancy speaking to me like that! As I've never had an accident!" declared Gordon.

Percy, after getting Henry's train ready, came up alongside Gordon.

"Aren't jammed whistles or burst safety valves counted as accidents?" asked Percy.

"You weren't here when the latter happened!" replied Gordon. "How do you know?"

"Henry told me about it. It was the funniest crap I've ever heard!" laughed Percy.

"But well- It could happen to any engine! Even you!" protested Gordon. "Besides, going right off the rails like Henry did once! I ASK YOU. Is it right, or decent?"

"Maybe?" answered Percy, and he ran off.

…

A bit later, Henry backed down on the express, as it was his turn to pull it, and had to stay by Gordon for a bit.

"Careful Henry! You're not pulling that smelly Kipper this time! Mind you stay on the rails like Edward does!" said Gordon.

"Well, you broke your own whistle a bit more recently than me crashing." remarked Henry, and he huffed off.

Gordon then settled back to sleep. All for the grand total of… 15 seconds.

His driver woke him up.

"Wake up, Gordon!" he said. "We've got a special train to pull!"

"Are they coaches or trucks?" asked Gordon, realizing he wasn't gonna be getting any sleep right now.

"Trucks." answered the driver.

"TRUCKS?! PAH! NO WAY!" protested a furious Gordon.

Gordon's fire was slow to start, so Edward had come and push Gordon to a turntable so he wouldn't have to pull another train awkwardly.

"Come on, Gordon!" said Edward as he started off.

"I WON'T GO! I WON'T GO!" grumbled Gordon.

"Don't be silly! Don't be silly!" snapped Edward. "Besides, we're already here anyway."

While Gordon's fire was shaken up and making steam, Edward stayed and watched for a moment.

"I'll show them." muttered Gordon as the turntable swung around.

Gordon moved slowly forward to jam the turntable, except he couldn't stop himself and ended up slithering into a muddy ditch that smelled like urine.

"OOOOSSSHHH!" he hissed. "Get me out of here!"

"Not a big hope!" said the driver. "Can't you understand that you're stuck, you big idiot?!"

Gordon let out a frustrated scream, all the while, Edward laughed at Gordon.

…

They telephoned STH despite his office not being too far from this.

"Alright, so let me get this straight." said STH. "Gordon didn't want to pull a special train, and he ran into some ditch?"

The chipmunk-sounding guy on the other end said yep.

"The special's still waiting? Just get Edward to take it. And Gordon? Just leave him there." said STH.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ditch, some random little boys came by, chatting.

"Sweet! A blue submarine!"

"That's not a submarine, mates! It's an engine!"

"An idiotic engine for sure!"

Gordon groaned in frustration.

The boys began to sing.

"Silly old Gordon fell in a ditch! Fell in a ditch! Fell in a ditch! Silly old Gordon fell in a ditch! All on a Monday mooooooorrrrrnning!"

Gordon let out a frustrated scream loud enough to be heard from Elsbridge.

"I don't know how, but I feel a disturbance." said Toby.

At the ditch, poor Gordon stayed there all day.

"Oh dear!" he cried. "I shall never get out of here!"

…

Later that evening, they eventually came for Gordon, and had made a road of sleepers under his wheels to keep him from slipping any further into the mud than he already was.

Strong ropes were fastened to him, as the breakdown train had already lifted out his tender, and both James and Henry, pulling hard, managed to get Gordon back on the rails and safety.

"You don't smell half as bad!" laughed James.

Gordon was too tired for insults or comebacks, so he got on the turntable, swung around, and backed into the sheds, now a sadder, wiser engine.

"So, how was your day, Gordon?" asked Percy.

"Don't talk to me, little Percy." groaned Gordon.