After delivering the passengers to Denver, Gordon had a special job that he always enjoyed doing. Once a week, he had to take a freight train, where all the cars were refrigerated box cars, and had ingredients for making pizza. He takes the train from Denver, into Cheyenne, and everypony running Italian restaurants come to buy the ingredients they need.

Gordon: *Backs engine onto freight train* Okay everypony, you may load up the train now.
Workers: *Loading train with pizza ingredients*
Gordon: We need music for a working montage.
Workers: He's right. Get some music, now!
Random Ponies: *Playing music*

Song:link

Gordon: Ah, *Sits back in chair* That's more like it.
Ponies: *Loading pizza ingredients onto train*
Engineer: *Pushing caboose onto freight train slowly*
Gordon: *Checking fuel gauge*
Ponies: *Finish loading pizza ingredients onto train*
Other Pony: *Connecting airbrakes from train onto caboose*
Conductor: *Climbs into caboose*
Gordon: *Grabs walkie talkie* Everything is all good in my end. How are things going on your end?
Conductor: Fine. We got all the ingredients, the caboose is on, and now we're waiting for a green signal.
Gordon: *Sees green signal* Signal is green, all aboard. *Blows horn twice, and drives train*
Conductor: I'm supposed to say that.
Gordon: Well, I made the job easier for you. *Continues driving train*

Along the way, he had to stop at a red signal. Nearby, was Hawkeye, and Metal Gloss.

Gordon: *Stopping train* Hm. Taking a little longer to slow down then last time. *Stops train*
Hawkeye: Hey look, it's Gordon.
Gordon: Guess what. I'm taking the Pizza Train to Cheyenne. See you losers later. *Drives train*
Metal Gloss: What was all that about?
Hawkeye: That was trouble. Trouble for Gordon. He think's he's doing a good job, but I noticed something was wrong with the brakes on his locomotive. It's a possibility they could get jammed.
Metal Gloss: That's not good. Doesn't he even notice?
Hawkeye: I don't think so. Let's get more coal in our engine, and we'll continue with our work.
Metal Gloss: Right. *Loading coal into tender*
Coffee Crème: *Passes by in a short freight train*
Hawkeye: I wonder what she's doing.
Metal Gloss: Most likely some switching. We got a full tender of coal, and we're ready to go.
Hawkeye: Fine. I wish I could see Gordon's reaction to his brakes getting jammed.
Metal Gloss: If they get jammed.
Hawkeye: Right. "If." I bet he'll get so mad.

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