Britt: Okay, Ringo, next episode is up.
Ringo: Huh, it mainly talks about someone named Edward.
Britt: Remember that medium sized blue engine with a number 2 on his tender?
Ringo: Yeah.
Britt: That's him.
Ringo: Okay.
On one nonspecific day, Edward was in the sheds, where he lived with the other engines, the other engines consisting of Thomas, Gordon, the Green Engine, Eagle, the red engine whose name began with J, 98462, and 87546.
"Why are 98462 and 87546 here? I thought they were booted off this island or something." said Thomas.
"Well we got dumped back here to populate these sets or whatever." replied 87546.
"Well, the Fat Director-" began 98462.
"We call him Fat Controller nowadays." corrected Gordon.
"I suppose we ignore Eagle's brother until he's properly introduced." said The Green Engine.
The best way to describe Tidmouth Sheds is to imagine an apartment room, where these eight engines all lived and were effective roommates.
There's the big leader, the guy who secretly stashes who-knows-what in any suitable place, the guy that actually likes to do some work, two rude and horrid brothers, the guy that almost breaks his back doing most of the work, and the guy who hadn't came out in what felt like years.
But at the end of the day, despite all of the mocking, they are all work colleagues, whether they like it or not.
Edward was one old engine, older than the other engines he lived with. He wss a mixed traffic engine just like Eagle and number 5 are, and Edward was quite wise, kind, and saw sense unlike other engines.
Most of the other engines, except Thomas, were all bigger than Edward and boasted about it.
"Driver won't choose you again, he wants big, strong engines like us." Gordon remarked.
Edward sadly stared at the ground, almost about to cry.
He soon regained some confidence, as no one liked seeing an old engine cry.
"So Thomas, how's the motion sickness?" asked Edward to Thomas.
"I wasn't even boasting this time." groaned Thomas.
"Green, how I wish I could be strong like you, if having whatever passed for damaged lungs count as being strong." said Edward to number 3 Green.
"I don't think we even have lungs." said Eagle.
Edward's driver and fireman, who were named Charlie (driver) and Sidney (fireman), felt sorry for Edward, and had been his crew for many years.
"Would you like to come out again, Edward?" asked Charlie.
"Oh yes please!" answered Edward happily.
So his crew lit his fire, made lots of steam, and Edward soon puffed away.
"SEE YOU LATER, PLONKERS and Thomas." remarked Edward.
The other engines, except for Thomas, were very cross at being left behind. They were mostly insecure about themselves.
Edward spent an enjoyable day pulling coached around and doing other stuff, such as actual work and whatnot. Edward's coaches were old and green, having not been used in a long while.
Some were still chatty just like back in the day, but some kept asking for soup for whatever reason, but Edward was too busy stretching his wheels to care.
While Edward under a bridge, Mitton and Allcroft both looked down at it.
"Now we can film an intro with this place." said Allcroft.
"Indeed." agreed Mitton.
While that bridge soon became known as Title Screen Bridge, Edward had worked hard all day, and the coaches thought he was very kind and the driver was pleased as well.
That night, in the sheds, Edward backed into the sheds happily.
"I'm going out again tomorrow!" Edward told the other engines. "What do you think of that?"
An owl hooted.
"You suck!" remarked 87546.
"Go to sleep!" said Eagle angrily from the shed.
"Yeah, you're useless!" said 98462.
Thomas slept through the noise somehow.
But Edward didn't care what they thought, and promptly fell asleep in three seconds.
"I swear he learned to do that on purpose." muttered the Green Engine.
The next morning, Edward had woken up, only to find that nothing had changed, aside from the positions of the engines for whatever reason, and 98462 was gone, having been sent away because of being too rough with the coaches to the point that the coach's coupling had come right off, but 87546 had stayed.
Gordon was also still boasting like always.
"You watch me, little Edward, as I come rushing through with express. That'll be an amazing sight for you.: said Gordon.
"Pity. I was going to pretend I was blind so I won't be able to see or care there, sorry." remarked Edward.
Gordon, of course, ignored Edward as he puffed away.
"Goodbye, little Edward, look out for me this following afternoon." said Gordon.
The Green Engine groaned. "Ohh, I don't feel so good..."
"I told you to not have that coal! It smelled like piss!" said Eagle.
Edward then rolled his eyes and went off to do some shunting, mainly to give himself something to do.
The trucks had painted on faces, as the budget didn't allow them to have gray faces like the engines do.
The trucks also acted like demons, being aggressive and quite troublesome. So it took a decent amount of bumping to keep them in order.
Edward knew that type, as it involved punching, or biffing, the living loads out of them. Except tankers, as they knew a bit better, and that they lacked faces at all.
Anyways, Edward liked shunting, it was fun as he'd come up quietly and give them a push, and then stop, and the silly trucks would go bumping into each other.
"OOH!" cried one truck.
"Whatever is happening?!" cried another truck.
While the Green Engine finally got up and moved out of the sheds to do some actual work like Edward was doing, Thomas, Eagle, 87546, and Number 5 all watched with amusement as he wheezed and strained himself.
Edward, meanwhile, played until there weren't any more trucks. He thought he either scared some away, or even killed one, and he then stopped to rest in a siding.
Like five seconds later, he heard a whistle.
The whistle belonged to Gordon, who was very cross. Instead of nice shiny coaches like the express, as it turned out to be the Green Engine's turn on pulling it, Gordon was pulling a bunch of trucks, vans, and tankers.
They didn't appreciate Gordon's racist attitude towards them.
"A GOODS TRAIN! A GOOD TRAINS!" He groaned angrily as his eye was slighty crooked for whatever reason.
"The shame of it! The shame of it! Oh the shame of it!" wailed Gordon.
Edward took the time to laugh at Gordon's karma and went to beat up more trucks.
Edward was resting, and was having nice conversation with a coach when a porter rushed up.
"Gordon can't get up the hill, for some reason! Will you take Edward and give him a push please?" The porter asked to Charlie Sand.
Edward sighed as he went to work, and vaguely wondered if mocking Gordon was a generally good idea.
They soon found Gordon halfway up the hill and very, very, VERY cross. His driver and fireman were talking to him severely.
"Come on Gordon! You're not even trying!" said the driver.
"Hmph! I can't do it!" scowled Gordon.
"What do you mean you can't do it?!" asked the driver.
"Read my freaking lips! I CAN'T DO IT! The noisy trucks hold an engine back so!" said Gordon.
"SCREW YOU, YA FATSO!" shouted the second tanker, being one of the rare tankers who spoke.
"We've come to help and push." said Charlie S.
"No use at all!" grunted Gordon.
"Just you wait and see." said Charlie.
They brought the train to the bottom of the hill, as Gordon failed at slamming the train into Edward's smug face.
Edward was coupled up almost instantly and braced himself.
"I'm ready!" said Edward The Helpful Engine.
"No good at all!" remarked Gordon.
They pulled and pushed as hard as they could. Mainly Edward, as Gordon both was and wasn't trying.
As they reached the first bend, Gordon threw in the towel.
"I CAN'T DO IT! I CAN'T DO IT!" wailed Gordon.
"I WILL DO IT! I WILL DO IT!" replied Edward, trying to block out Gordon's whining
Soon, before he realized it, Gordon was now at the top of the hill.
"I'VE DONE IT! I'VE DONE IT!" he cried arrogantly and sped up at the joy, causing Edward to be uncoupled.
Edward tried in vain to keep up.
Gordon forgot all about kind Edward as he sped down the line at a speed only someone like Flying Scotsman would be going, and didn't thank Edward.
Gordon also forgot that he had brakes.
"Wait...slow down, fatass...oh dear god..." panted Edward desperately, having been left out of breath and very far behind.
He slowly puffed into the next station, the same station that Gordon had just sped through in 1.4 seconds, and stopped in a siding.
Don't mind Edward having Number 5's sad face for whatever reason.
As Sidney gave him a long drink of water, the driver said." So I'll get out some paint tomorrow, and give you a beautiful coat of blue with red stripes. Then you'll be the smartest engine in the shed."
He paused for a moment. "Even though you already are, but even more so!"
Edward felt rather touched by this.