After Jonson and Kieron had been purchased and brought to the Josephine Railway, they have both been instrumental to goods work and shunting performance in the yards and goods trains. Jonson handled medium and heavy goods work with the big engines, Kieron helping out Max, Austin, Jane, Belle, and Liliana with shunting and light goods and passenger work.
Thanks to the two locomotives, they've improved the efficiency and performance to the railway, and it's a rather impressive piece of work to Mr. Franklin and many of the other workers.
Today, Braedey was taking his regular passenger train along the mainline. He was making express time and was going along at speed. He smiled to himself as he goes along.
But then, a loud metallic clank came from his sides, and Braedey yelled out in pain from feeling something break inside of him, his driver and fireman immediately shutting off steam and began to apply the brakes. The train soon groaned and eventually came to a stop down on the mainline.
"What happened?" Braedey groaned in pain. He's never broken down once before, so this felt rather unnatural to him. "Why have we stopped?"
Braedey's crew immediately began to look him over, the two trying to examine their engine. They made their way to the front of the red locomotive. "Something must've broken inside of you, Braedey. We can't check you over until you've cooled down." The fireman informed to Braedey.
"Now, you have to go to the works." Braedey's fireman added in.
"But we can't leave the passengers here on the mainline." Braedey said in concern, now looking back at his passenger train. "What do we do?" He asked his crew.
The driver pulled out his phone. "I'll call Mr. Franklin to see if he can get an engine out to help us." He made the call, while Braedey waited patiently for an engine to come along and collect them all. He just hoped the passengers will understand.
At the main station Marion, Mr. Franklin had just stepped out of his office with a huff. He had just been in a rather rough and annoying conversation with an eccentric man on the other end of the phone, the man wanting to purchase one of the engines, but Mr. Franklin wasn't having any of it.
'Arrogant man...' Mr. Franklin thought to himself.
Just then, the stationmaster ran up to him at once. "Sir, we've just gotten a call from Braedey's crew." The stationmaster informed. "Braedey has broken down and is stuck on the mainline. They need help and fast."
Mr. Franklin now realised he had a big problem: his own express engine was broken down, and the passengers onboard needed to get back. But there's a problem: all the other engines were working and couldn't be spared to assist. This was a problem. But then, the sound of an approaching engine got his attention, and he saw Kieron pulling up to the coal hopper, Jonson being parked up nearby.
Mr. Franklin remembered Angelise told him that Kieron ran the express from Barrow-in-Furness to her Railway. This was their best chance. "Kieron!" Mr. Franklin called as he ran up, the E2 tank engine looking over to the controller. "We need your help."
"What's wrong, sir?" Kieron asked in concern to the controller as he ran up to the teal E2 tank engine.
"Braedey has broken down and is stuck on the mainline." Me. Franklin explained. "I want you to go and find him, and bring him and his passengers home. I'm counting on you, Kieron."
Kieron now looked determined. "Yes, sir!" He replied at once, and he steamed out of the yards, heading off to the mainline.
Jonson whistled back. "Good luck, Kieron!" He called.
Kieron charged down the mainline with determination as steam shot into the air from his funnel. After a few minutes, he could see the shape of Braedey's train up ahead, so he picked up the pace to help.
Braedey sat on the line, his fire having been dropped for safety reasons. He then heard a whistle behind him as Kieron pulled up next to him. "Kieron? What are you doing out here?" He asked.
"I'm here to get you and your passengers back home." Kieron replied. "And we'd better hurry. Can you keep off your brakes?" He asked to the GWR 4900 locomotive.
"Yes. My fire has been dropped, so I could only use my brakes." Braedey replied to the teal LBSCR E2 tank engine.
Kieron smiled, then puffed ahead. He switched over to Braedey's line, and coupled up to the big engine's front buffers. Once coupled up, Kieron blew his whistle, Braedey blowing his whistle, and the two engines head off down the line. Kieron chuffed forward as fast as we can, Braedey doing his best to keep off the brakes. The two made up for lost time as they travelled along the line, Kieron giving his best and even surprising Braedey and the passengers onboard by his strength and speed despite his size.
Eventually, the two engines arrived at the station with two minutes to spare, Kieron feeling relieved, while Braedey looked on in shock and awe. The passengers got out of the coaches and congratulated Kieron for his actions and to Braedey, despite what happened. The two engines thanked them back, and the passengers left to either go travel on Penny and Benson the Buses, or get on another train, or go by their cars.
Mr. Franklin walked over to Kieron and Braedey, the former smiling at the two engines. "Kieron, well done on bringing the passengers back. Now, please take Braedey over to the work's shed, and we'll get to work on repairs at once." He said.
Kieron acknowledged, and he began to pull Braedey along to the work's shed. The big locomotive kept silent as he was shunted along, now placed outside of the work's shed for the time being.
Kieron next pulled up alongside the red engine. "Hey, don't take it too badly. You're not the only one who has suffered an accident." Kieron reassured to him.
"Yet, this is the first time in my service career that I've suffered a breakdown." Braedey said. "And that's not something to take lightly."
"Really?" Kieron asked in surprise to him. "You've never broken down before, and this is the first time?"
"Yeah. Ever since I was built in 1937, I've not once had a breakdown." Braedey admitted to Kieron. "I was even named 'indestructible' because I am so robust."
"That's impressive." Jane puffed up, pushing some trucks next to Braedey. "We'll help out however we can while you're being repaired. Don't worry, they'll fix you up just as good as they built me." She reassured to him, and she reversed away, Kieron puffing away.
Braedey watched them go, and he sighed to himself. He didn't know that something like this could happen to him, but he guessed he's not as indestructible as he thought he was. He looked down at his buffers with a sigh.
A few hours go by, Braedey having been shunted into the work's shed by Belle, and mechanics and workers have begun to take a look at the damage. Braedey sat in the shed, all the while with waiting for the verdict.
Kieron reversed up alongside Braedey. "What's the damage?" He asked.
"So far, they found part of my valve gear damaged, and also one of my wheels is broken." Braedey replied to him. "They also found one of my coupling rods had jammed up into my side."
Kieron winced. "That's not good."
"Man, that's just great." Braedey mumbled softly. "And I let everyone down."
"You know, this makes me think back to an incident I had before." Kieron said.
"What do you mean?" Braedey asked with confusion in his voice.
"It was when I headed off to Barrow once. It was the day you were on Sodor last month. I met that engine Croghan, and lets just say it didn't go well." Kieron replied, and he explained about what happened...
~(Flashback)~
Kieron was down at Barrow-in-Furness. He was very late, but it was no thanks to Croghan, who had purposely slowed him down with a heavy goods train.
Kieron was not happy. "Oi, big guy. What's the big idea? You knew I was coming." He berated the GT3 Turbine locomotive.
Croghan rolled his eyes. "You steam engines, always blaming others for your problems. You all should be scrapped."
Kieron looked angry at the brown engine. "Hey! You're the one who's at fault! You slowed me down on purpose. Now, I may be an old tank engine, but I can still get my express-"
Croghan cuts him off. "You? Pulling the express?! You should be scrapped, old timer. You're nothing but scrap metal and junk. Why your boss keeps you around, I do not know. You should be sent into a siding or better off, be thrown off a bridge into the sea! You're nothing! You shouldn't be pulling anything. You're useless, just like all steam engines. You're slow and old, and should be scrapped, just like your brothers of your class that were." He stated back.
That make Kieron sad. "H-Hey, I'm trying-"
Croghan cuts him off again. "I don't care if you do or do not. There is no trying now." He backed up, bumping hard into Kieron's front buffer beam, damaging it. "Now back off and go back into a scrapyard." Croghan said as he rolled off.
Kieron felt like he wanted to cry as he puffed off out of the yard to Barrow-in-Furness. When he got there. he saw both Gordon and Braedey at the platform. Kieron said nothing as he dropped off his passengers.
Gordon look over to see Kieron. "What is wrong, little Kieron?" He asked, but Kieron said nothing.
Braedey spoke up. "Kieron?" He asked as the two engines saw Kieron shedding a tear.
Kieron said nothing still, as the guard blew his whistle, waving his green flag. With that, Kieron puffed out the station.
Gordon look worried. "What do you think happened to him? He looks sad." He asked to Braedey.
Braedey looked over to the blue engine. "I do not know." He replied. "But it mustn't have been good."
Croghan, on the other hand, he was in the yard and he saw this. He smirked to himself as he went back in to the shadows where no one could see him.
~(Flashback ends)~
"That arrogant turbine-powered guzzler." Braedey grunted after hearing the story.
"Yeah, I know." Kieron agreed. "But you should know that you're feeling the same thing as I do then. Since then, with all the problems I've been having, I felt like he was right. But I wasn't scrapped. I was lucky." He smiled.
"Still, I'm not sure on my own future." Braedey sighed.
"Braedey, you've been working for over 75 years, and that's not something to take lightly." Kieron said to him. "Not many engines have lasted for as long we you. You've been through many tough times, even been through six years of World War 2, helping out fighting alongside the British and Americans to try and defeat Nazi Germany, and you were saved from scrap. And to this day, you have still kept going." Kieron looked to him. "You shouldn't let what others say put you down."
Braedey smile a little. "Thanks, Kieron."
Kieron looked to him. "No probs. Now take care." With that, he began to steam out of the workshop.
Kieron smiled. "Alright, I will." He sighed to himself, as he awaited repairs.
Jane shunted some small flatbeds wagons with new parts into the workshop, then began to reverse away. But as she does so, she could hear some arguing from the station office of Mr. Franklin's, which got her attention. She listened in.
"Sir, I've told you once, and I've told you- No! No matter how much- Will you just listen to me?!" Mr. Franklin's voice rose, Jane shuddering from his volume of voice. "No matter how much money you possess or how influential you might be, I'm not going to be selling any of my engines to you, and that's final!"
The clank of the phone clicking could be heard, and Jane immediately chuffed away before Mr. Franklin knew she was out there. The controller stepped out of his office, breathing out a sigh of exasperation.
"That man..." Mr. Franklin muttered, shaking his head with frustration etched into his face.
"Sir?" The controller turned to see Anna pulling up nearby. "Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, I have had to deal with some eccentric individual who wanted to purchase something, but I've told him my answer is no." Mr. Franklin replied to her. "But he wouldn't listen."
"Right. Best you get something to cool yourself down." Anna advised to her controller, now puffing away from the station to turn herself around on the turntable.
With Braedey currently out of commission until he's repaired, Mr. Franklin has had to juggle some engines around in order to try and keep the expresses running. He's had to roster Charlotte, Diana, even Jonson and Shadow, to take the express trains, with Austin, Max, Liliana, Belle, Jane, and Kieron to handle the goods and shunting.
Fortunately, the engines have been able to juggle these new responsibilities, Charlotte and Diana both enjoying the express and the long runs. Sure, they couldn't go as fast as Braedey, but they were doing their best. Jonson also performed rather well, and despite being a big tank engine, he was just as fast as tender engines. Shadow also performed his best, keeping up to time.
Austin, Max, Liliana, Belle, Jane, and Kieron all have managed and handled the shunting and goods works, with some of the heavy goods being handled by either Jonson or Shadow. Kieron took control of the shunting, and he got the others to arrange everything correctly, the coaches and trucks all in their proper sidings and ready for motion.
Over in the work's shed, Braedey sat silently by himself as he underwent repairs and awaited to be back into service. He watched to the doors outside of the sheds to see the other engines going about their business and pulling trains, while he just sits there. Feeling stuck here rather than being out and about feels like a ship not in the ocean and on dry land.
By the time of the setting sun, Mr. Franklin soon walked up to the GWR 4900 engine. "Braedey. Are you feeling alright?" He asked.
"I've... been better. They said I'll be here for three or so weeks." Braedey mumbled, looking down to his buffers. "Feels like I've let you down, sir."
"No, it's alright, Braedey." Mr. Franklin patted Braedey's buffer beam. "Everything will be alright." He then sighed to himself. "Better than what's going to happen soon..."
"What's wrong, sir?" Braedey asked.
"An eccentric man has been calling me earlier, and he's been wanting to purchase one of you engines. But I've told him multiple times that I'm not willing to sell off any of my engines." Mr. Franklin stated to him. "But, they are wanting to come over in three weeks' time to give a review and see which engine may be worth their money."
"Oh, that's not good." Braedey muttered in worry.
"Yes. I seriously don't want this, on top of what's going on." Mr. Franklin sighed, turning away as he shook his head. "There has to be a way to get him away..."
Suddenly, an idea flew into Braedey's funnel. "Sir! I have an idea." He said with a smile, Mr. Franklin now turning around to look at him with surprise in his eyes.
"What do you have in mind?" Mr. Franklin asked, now jumping up onto Braedey's buffer beam.
Braedey soon whispered into Mr. Franklin's ear about what he has in mind, the controller showing a rather devious smirk at this. He nodded to the crimson red GWR 4900 Class locomotive, thinking this plan could work, and with about a month between then and now, it should work...
Over the next three weeks, all of the engines of the Josephine Railway continued to work as normally as they can, all the while with Mr. Franklin making some phone calls to get the components needed to execute the plan that Braedey has told him about. One evening, Mr. Franklin explained to the other engines about the situation, and they were not pleased by this. But when they heard about Braedey's plan, they were all onboard with the operation to be in motion.
Over the weeks, engines like Henry, Gordon, and even Thomas would arrive on the railway with the parts and components. They'd ask what they're for, and all that Mr. Franklin would say is 'It is for something important', and that's all he could give. Once the parts were in, all of the engines were soon to be outfitted with most of the parts, each part built to make the engines look like they're 'outdated' or 'antiquated'. The other engines commented that they did feel silly, but for the sake of their controller, they were going to do whatever they can to show the eccentric man what for.
The new parts made the engines seem to burst steam out of places they shouldn't, as well as make them look worse for wear, and even struggle with pulling any of their trains, adding onto the acting. Charlotte and Diana were struggling badly with the express, and Jonson had to help double-head some of their trains. The shunting engines also had trouble to try and even shunt the trucks and coaches, leaving them all rather out of breath and almost out of water or fuel.
The night before the arrival of the eccentric man, all the engines were exhausted, tired, knackered, and then some. The extra parts and components on their forms really hampered their operations, and it wasn't good for them.
"Phew. At this rate, I'm gonna lose my wheels and might consider taking up a career as a tugboat." Liliana huffed, steam wheezing from her pistons and the double-lining valves bolted on her.
"I've struggled so much with the express, Jonson had to drag me along." Diana muttered. "Sorry about that."
"No, it's not your fault." Jonson reassured her. "We just have to keep this up until this eccentric person leaves."
"And that won't be until tomorrow." Mr. Franklin spoke as he walked in to check on his engines. "Now, I understand that the new parts aren't doing you all any good, but until this person leaves, we can't do much." He said to them. "So, we'll have to do as badly as we can."
"When does this eccentric gentleman arrive?" Kieron asked, steam wheezing from his pistons far worse then normally.
"About 9:00AM." Mr. Franklin replied. "We've already got the shunting yards and such in a messy condition, so it'll try and deter him, but I want you all to do this, which I never thought I'd have to ask you: work as badly as you can and be don't be gentle."
"As good as water and oil." Max grunted, his engine coughing and spluttering black smoke.
"I see those parts aren't doing you too well." Austin coughed, sparks coming out of his funnel.
"Look who's calling the kettle black." Max laughed, then spluttered out.
"Easy, you two. Let's save that strength for tomorrow." Belle advised, though she too felt poorly. "Sir, when will Braedey be ready?"
"By about tomorrow afternoon." Mr. Franklin replied to her. "Do your best and worse, everyone. Once this man is gone, we will return everything to normal." With that, he turned on his heel, and headed off to his car, all the engines looking to one another about their current dilemma and situation.
By the next morning, everyone was ready for when the man would arrive. The platforms were clean, except for the shunting yards, but that was the plan. All of the engines have been told to remain in the sheds and only appear when they get called in.
Me. Franklin stood by with his family, all of them in either fancy suits and dresses, and everyone of them waiting for the arrival of the eccentric gentleman. They didn't have to wait for long, for when the clock struck 9:00AM, the sound of a rumbling engine could be heard fast approaching. They all waited, and soon saw a grey Bentley Continental GT Speed driving up to them.
"Here we go." Mr. Franklin said to his wife Caitlyn.
"If Braedey's plan goes off without a hitch, we won't have to worry about folks like him coming back here." Caitlyn agreed with him.
"I just hope so." One of Mr. Franklin's daughters added in. "The sooner they're gone, the better."
The Bentley rolled up towards the carpark, coming to a stop. A butler stepped out of the driver seat, and now walked over and opened the rear passenger door.
A few seconds later, a man stepped out of the expensive Bentley, adjusting his jacket and looking over at Mr. Franklin with a smirk on his face. He has grass green eyes and semi-short and long blonde hair, while he has on smart clothing in the form of a three-piece business suit. This man goes by the name of Mr. Capone White.
The second person who got out of the car is a woman, standing 4ft 10" tall in heels, while her complexion is a pale white. Her hair went down to her waist, and was half pink and half brown, with white streaks on the pink side, resembling the colours of Neapolitan ice cream. What is unique about her eyes is that one is brown and the other is pink, giving her a case of complete heterochromia. She also has a curvaceous body shape and figure. She's wearing a pink form-fitting dress with semi-short sleeves and a while belt around her waist, accompanied with a white wide-brimmed hat that has a pink rose on it. Her name is simply Neo, Capone's monetary secretary.
'This is them.' Caitlyn thought to herself. She took a deep breath and sighed to herself, as the Bentley drove away.
"Mr. and Mrs. Franklin, what a pleasure to finally meet you." Capone said to the controller, shaking hands with Mr. Franklin, the latter gripping the man's hand rather tightly. They release their handshake, Capone shaking his hand. "My, what a grip you've got."
"Let's get to the point." Mr. Franklin spoke in a low tone of voice, one he rarely uses. "What are you here for?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Capone spoke casually with a shrug. "I'm here to see if we can make a deal regarding myself purchasing one of your engines." Jane, one of Mr. and Mrs. Franklin's daughters, gave a darkening glare at this. "So, shall we begin?" Capone now turned to the woman next to him. "Neo, get the cheque book ready." Neo nodded in acknowledgement, holding up said cheque book in her hand from her purse.
Mr. Franklin lead the two up onto the main station platform, where they could see the shunting yards and the sheds. However, with all the trucks and coaches all scattered around the area, it was a bit of a surprise for Capone to see such a state of mis-arrangement.
"So, where are the engines?" Capone asked, Neo nodding in agreement to know as well.
"They're just by the sheds." Caitlyn replied, then she gave a whistle out. "Rise and shine, engines!" She called out.
The groaning of metal and the hissing of steam could be heard from the sheds, the engines slowly rolling out of their berths. Jane, the red LBSCR E2, creaked and groaned forward onto the turntable, steam hissing from places across her form, looking like she'll break down.
"G... Good morning... sir." Jane wheezed out, her body groaning and hissing out rather painfully.
"Jane." Mr. Franklin nodded to her. "I need you to shunt some trucks and get a train ready for our guests. They would like to see how we perform for today."
Jane smiled, albeit with a groan, and she began to slowly move about the yards, Capone and Neo now watching on, Mr. Franklin and his family silently winking and snickering to one another. Jane pushed and pulled trucks out of the way, but at a slow and painful manner of speed, Max and Austin also doing their best, albeit with struggling with their jobs. Belle, Kieron, and even Liliana couldn't seem to keep their steam up.
"What is wrong with these engines?" Capone now asked to Mr. Franklin with a stern expression. "They are not working as hard as I thought they'd be."
"Well, what can we say? They're old engines." Caitlyn shrugged back innocently. "They're like this, anyway."
"Well, let's see what they can do." Capone sighed, now walking over to the coal and water tower.
Over at the coal and water towers, there was Charlotte with Kieron alongside her, with Jonson under the coal tower.
"Uh, so Jonson..." Charlotte started the conversation.
"How come you let the girls go take the trucks instead of you?" Kieron added next, Charlotte agreeing to this.
"Oh, that. Uh... Well, I-I did it on... purpose. Yes, on purpose, y'know. I was... testing- Yes, testing to see if one of the girls COULD... take the trucks." Jonson told the two engines, smiling the best he can to them. "Yes. That's what I did. I was testing."
Both engines didn't believe him. "Liar, liar. Trucks on fire." Charlotte sang.
"Does he even pull trucks?" Kieron joked.
"No. He doesn't pull trucks if he can't do the job." Charlotte spoke up.
"Oh, yeah." Kieron joked about.
Jonson now saw Capone with Mr. Franklin, so he went along with Kieron and Charlotte's playful tone, and now acted like a jerk. "All right! Playtime's over now, you two!" He growled.
"Uh-oh." Both engines muttered to one another. They knew this won't end well.
"Now it's time for lesson number two, HUH?! I call this one 'How to Stop Being Stupid'!!" Jonson growled, then looked up to the coal chute, and he blew his whistle twice and loudly.
"NOT THE COAL CHUTE-!!" Kieron and Charlotte called out. But, they were too late, as Jonson was being buried under an entire mountain of black coal, as it all poured down on top of him.
Jane, Austin, Max, Belle, as well as Mr. Franklin and his family all laughed at the misfortune, as they saw the entire calamity unfold before them nearby, while they were all getting their trains ready.
After the coal stopped and the dust settled around the coal chute, Jonson was now covered from funnel to footplate in coal dust, and he was buried up to his nose in coal dust. Charlotte and Kieron also got some coal dust on them, and they looked down at Jonson with deadpan expressions.
"Now that's gonna ruin my facial." Jonson growled out in a mumble from under the coal, and both steam engines groan out in annoyance, just as one lump of coal hits Jonson on the dome. "Ouch..."
Capone was also not happy of what had happened, since his 90,000 dollar business suit was covered in coal dust, as was Neo's dress and hat. Capone glared at Mr. Franklin, who just gave a shrug.
"That engine has been a bit temperamental since he got here." Caitlyn said to Capone, referring to Jonson. "He's always been like this."
"Moving on..." Capone pulled out a handkerchief to clean the dust off his face.
"Right. Moving on..." Mr. Franklin agreed with Capone.
Throughout the whole day, Capone and Neo were not pleased by the performance of the engines all around the yards and even on the line. The two of them even got smoke, steam, coal dust, diesel fumes, and they were not amused by the lack of dexterity from all the engines. By the end of it, both of them were covered from head to toe in dirt, dust, soaked clothes, and both Capone White and Neo were not impressed at all.
"After all that I've seen, and all the hours talking to you on the phone, and I get treated to this?" Capone finally spoke out, looking at Mr. Franklin with anger in the eyes once returning to the station. "I've seen works of art better than this dump of a railway. There has not been a single case of any of these engines performing as they should, and I'm not pleased about it."
"Well, we are actually strung-up on budget, so we've had to cut costs and such." Mr. Franklin stated. "And on the other hand-"
"Save it." Capone grunted. "This was a terrible mistake and I'll see to it that we don't come back again." He grabbed the cheque Neo had, and tore it up, letting the pieces fall to the ground. He then saw something nearby the water tower. "And what about that?" He asked.
Mr. Franklin and the others looked over to see Braedey, all steamed up and ready to mobilise. The crimson red GWR 4900 locomotive looked to Mr. Franklin, and he gave a wink. Caitlyn gave a quick thumbs-up to him.
"Oh, that would be our premier express locomotive. He's just had his valve gear fixed. Would you care for a free trip down to Barrow-in-Furness? It's the best connection where you can catch the next train to London or wherever it is you're going." Mr. Franklin offered to Capone.
Capone wasn't pleased by the performance of the other engines, but he was willing to give one more shot for this railway. Braedey got one of the coaches for the journey, and he brought them to the platform. As both Capone and Neo made their way onboard, Mr. Franklin walked up to the front of the locomotive.
"Okay, Braedey. I want you to go as fast as possible and be as rough as you can." Mr. Franklin said to Braedey. "Don't slow down until you reach Barrow."
Braedey smirked at this, as Mr. Franklin and his family all got onboard the coach. With a blast of his whistle, Braedey charged out of the station with a jerk and a start, now powering along at speed down the line.
Braedey accelerated as fast as he could, his driver and fireman actually having to try and hold him back from going too fast. Inside of the coach, Capone and Neo were being knocked about and were struggling to maintain their balance as the coach rocked and rolled about, Mr. Franklin and the others just watching on.
'Just keep it going...' Mr. Franklin thought to himself.
Eventually, Braedey arrived at Barrow-in-Furness on schedule, and with a full head of steam. Once he pulled up to the platform, Capone and Neo stormed out of the coach, and they glared at Mr. Franklin and the rest of his family, spouting out incoherent words that Braedey couldn't hear. After a little while, the sound of screeching tyres could be heard, and Braedey could see a grey Bentley driving away.
Mr. Franklin now walked up to Braedey. "Good job. He finally had enough." He informed. "He doesn't want to go ahead to purchase anyone."
"Good work, sir. You and your family should be proud." Braedey smiled.
"I'm proud of you and the engines as well." Mr. Franklin added in, gently patting Braedey's buffer beam. "And I'm proud of what you've done."
"Especially since we all worked together." Braedey added in next, Mr. Franklin and his family all laughing with the locomotive.
"Well, let's go home, and maybe we can go at a much smoother pace." Caitlyn spoke up, Braedey whistling in acknowledgement.
After hearing the news of Capone White's decline in any attempt to purchase, the Josephine Railway all rejoiced in delight and relief. With that all sorted, the parts were taken off the engines and sent back to Sodor thanks to Henry. When Sir Topham Hatt arrived on one of his trains to know what's going on, Braedey explained everything to him, and The Fat Controller couldn't help but chuckle at what he heard and fully understood the situation.
Once all the parts were taken away, everyone was now feeling much better, and they carried on with their work as per usual. Everything soon got back to normality, the shunting engines feeling much better and getting all the yards back into working order. Diana, Charlotte, Jonson, and Shadow relinquish head of the express back to Braedey, which he thanked to them.
The Josephine Railway won't be having to deal with any rather eccentric folks like Capone White anytime soon...