Sir Tophamm Hat put posters around Sodor about the race Thomas, and Gordon were about to have. More engines wanted to join in which made Thomas, and Gordon cross.
Thomas: Clearly none of those other engines will win. It should just be the two of us.
Gordon: That's pretty much the entire point of this race. Me, versus you.
Thomas: It's supposed to be the two of us.
Sir Tophamm Hat: *Arrives* It's supposed to be fun no matter who is racing. If you don't want to participate with the other engines, I'll gladly remove you from the race.
Gordon: No!
Thomas: We're okay with the other engines.
Sir Tophamm Hat: That's more like it. Now I want you two to pull freight trains from here to Maron station.
Gordon: Freight trains?!?! You know I hate that job.
Sir Tophamm Hat: Too bad. Do as I say, or you will be removed from the race.
Gordon: *Puffs away* No matter what happens, Sir Tophamm Hat will threaten to remove me from the race .
Thomas: I guess he's just doing that to make you a really useful engine.
Gordon: I'm already useful pulling the express. I don't need to pull freight trains.
When they got to the trainyard, they saw a very long train, forty freight cars long.
Gordon: Who is pulling that train?
Thomas: *Sees the engine* It must be a new engine.
The new engine was at Maron station when Thomas, and Gordon got there.
Thomas: Whoa. You're really huge.
Sam: And because of that, I am very powerful. My name is Sam. And you two are?
Thomas: I'm Thomas.
Gordon: And I'm Gordon.
Sam: I heard there's going to be a race later next Friday. I am going to take part in it.
Thomas: I bet you're really fast.
Gordon: Not as fast as me. I am the fastest engine on Sodor.
Thomas: No. I am.
Sam: We'll see who's the fastest in the race. *Pulls his train out of the station*
Station Master: Okay Thomas, and Gordon. You may run your branchline, and pull your express.
Thomas: Thank you.
Gordon: It's about time.
They left their freight cars to be unloaded, and cheerfully went to do their next job.
To be continued
Thomas: Clearly none of those other engines will win. It should just be the two of us.
Gordon: That's pretty much the entire point of this race. Me, versus you.
Thomas: It's supposed to be the two of us.
Sir Tophamm Hat: *Arrives* It's supposed to be fun no matter who is racing. If you don't want to participate with the other engines, I'll gladly remove you from the race.
Gordon: No!
Thomas: We're okay with the other engines.
Sir Tophamm Hat: That's more like it. Now I want you two to pull freight trains from here to Maron station.
Gordon: Freight trains?!?! You know I hate that job.
Sir Tophamm Hat: Too bad. Do as I say, or you will be removed from the race.
Gordon: *Puffs away* No matter what happens, Sir Tophamm Hat will threaten to remove me from the race .
Thomas: I guess he's just doing that to make you a really useful engine.
Gordon: I'm already useful pulling the express. I don't need to pull freight trains.
When they got to the trainyard, they saw a very long train, forty freight cars long.
Gordon: Who is pulling that train?
Thomas: *Sees the engine* It must be a new engine.
The new engine was at Maron station when Thomas, and Gordon got there.
Thomas: Whoa. You're really huge.
Sam: And because of that, I am very powerful. My name is Sam. And you two are?
Thomas: I'm Thomas.
Gordon: And I'm Gordon.
Sam: I heard there's going to be a race later next Friday. I am going to take part in it.
Thomas: I bet you're really fast.
Gordon: Not as fast as me. I am the fastest engine on Sodor.
Thomas: No. I am.
Sam: We'll see who's the fastest in the race. *Pulls his train out of the station*
Station Master: Okay Thomas, and Gordon. You may run your branchline, and pull your express.
Thomas: Thank you.
Gordon: It's about time.
They left their freight cars to be unloaded, and cheerfully went to do their next job.
To be continued
Sam
