John was racing down the line, with the afternoon stopping express. He worked hard, and kept to time. He loved working hard, even with steam withdrawn, and he was a part of a special team. He stopped at a station, and he noticed some workmen, and they had many electric cables that they were putting on poles along the line. "What's going on?" asked John. "British Railways is going to make the whole railway electric," said one of the workmen, "So we'll have to close some of the railway for the time being." John was worried. His guard blew the whistle, and he headed down to King's Cross.

There, all the engines of the Steam of Britain Fleet were there, and the shed master said, "We have to close the station for the time being. You will all be relocated to another railway for the time being. It is the North Western Railway on the Island of Sodor." The engines were excited. "The North Western Railway?" asked Duchess, "I thought that was just part of a book series." "No, it's real," said Scotsman, "I should know, my brother lives there."

The engines all coupled up to one another, and headed off to the Island of Sodor. They were all excited. There, it was like the glory days of steam never left the world. The engines all puffed down to Barrow-in-Ferness, and across the Vicarstown Bridge. They stopped at the platform, and looked around.

The engines were impressed, and they heard a whistle coming from the distance. They saw a big blue engine puffing in that looked like Flying Scotsman.

"Oh my," said Silver Link, "You must be Gordon." "Yes indeed," said Gordon, "I see my reputation shows my fame." "Actually, we only heard of you through your brother, Flying Scotsman," said Duchess. "Oh," said Gordon. "But, it is good to see you brother," said Scotsman. "Scotsman! What are you doing here?" "King's Cross is being repaired, so they had all of us relocated here," said City of Truro, "You still keeping your dome on Gordon?" The engines laughed, until a voice said, "That's enough." They all looked to see a stout gentleman in a top hat.

"You must be Sir Topham Hatt," said Bertram. "Indeed I am," said Sir Topham Hatt. "I can now see why they nicknamed him the Fat Controller," Max whispered to Harold, and the tank engines laughed. "Now, first thing's first, you express engines will rotate with Gordon on each day of the week for the Wild North Western. Gordon on Sunday, City of Truro on Monday, Flying Scotsman on Tuesday, Mallard on Wednesday, Duchess of Hamilton on Thursday, Bertram on Friday, and Alison on Saturday." "I see, and what of the rest of us?" "Well, Max, Rattle, and Norvin I need you to help out at Tidmouth Station. They are in need of a pilot engine there. Perry, you and Jack will work on the Little Western. John, Steve, Silvia, I want you on local and goods work. Silver Link, I want you to take another stopping express. Arron, you'll be on goods work. Alex, Harold, I need you both to work at Brendom Docks. Barrow, Arthur, Daniel, Marcus, Morgan, I want you to help with any mainline train you can. Crovan, I want you to help on the Fharquare Branchline. And Diesel 10, I want you working to help clear the tracks of scrap and other rubbish on the rails."

That night, the engines on the mainline headed to the roundhouse, which was at Tidmouth Station. There, Gordon was quick to introduce the engines to the others.

"It's nice to see you again James," said Steve. "You too," said James. "Now," said Mallard, "is it true that you all have worked on this railway since the grand opening?" "Yes," said an engine from the corners.

"Hello there!" said Bertram, "Come on out!" The engine did, and he smiled, "Hello, I'm Edward." "A Furness Railway K2?" asked Scotsman, "I thought you'd all been scrapped!" "Well, not all of us," said Edward. "I remember the old days," said Bertram, "When I was part of the Great Northern Railway. The K2 and S69s would race down the line, as prime express locomotives. Good days." "You?!" asked Gordon, "A prime express engine? I'd like to see that! Now, if you were a pure bread Gresley Engine like-" "That is enough!!" said Silver Link, wheesing steam, "I know that being a Gresley Engine is an honor, but you must know, that we are all the same, and no engine is more important than the other. Big, small, express, goods, steam, or diesel, we all have the same goal: to be really useful engines." "But the smaller engines couldn't be more important than me," said Gordon. "Or me," said James. "Or me," said Henry. John then said, "Listen here you lot, no job is more important than another! All jobs are the same importance." The three big engines laughed. The next morning, City of Truro was due with the Wild North Western. He waited at the platform patently. Just then, Gordon came up, and said, "Hello City of Truro." "Hello Gordon," said City or Truro. "What are you doing?" "Waiting for my coaches?" "Yes, so what do you do?" "...................Is this some joke to you? I'm not gonna be a bully to the smaller engines." Gordon was shocked. Before he could reply, Norvin came with the coaches, and put them behind City of Truro. "See, with patience, comes good will." City of Truro then watched the passengers board the train. Gordon waited in a sighting, when Silver Link came, and whistled, "Come on now Gordon, show a wheel! We have work to do!" Gordon scoffed, "What cheek!" Silver Link smiled, "Oh dear, don't go falling into a ditch now!" Gordon fumed. Flying Scotsman then came, and he backed down on the local. "Now now Gordon, remember, don't let your temper get the better of you." Just then, City of Truro headed off, followed by Silver Link. Mallard meanwhile was backing down on a line of trucks. "Disgraceful!" said Gordon, "An express engine pulling trucks." "While I much rather pull passengers as well," said Mallard, "I'd much prefer goods, then just sit on a sighting, collecting rust." Gordon jumped, "WHERE!?!?" Mallard laughed, "got ya!!" Soon, the guard blew his whistle, and Mallard headed off. Gordon was not happy. Just then, Bertram came up with some trucks, and said, "I know what it's like. You know, that one day, you may be like me and Edward if you soon learn." "WHAT?!" asked Gordon indignantly, "Old and slow!?!?" "No," said Bertram, "Wise, and willing to pass it on the next generation." Gordon stopped and thought for a minute. Bertram then headed off, and Gordon watched him leave.

Soon, Gordon was put on local work, and he saw the sights more closely. "It's, nice," he said, "It's usually a blur when I pass through here." Just then, Barrow was seen talking with Boco, another Metropolitan Diesel. Gordon smiled, "I know those two will get along just fine." Soon, he saw City of Truro racing down the line, back to Tidmouth. Gordon was pleased to see the engines working hard.

Gordon then talked with Mallard, Silver Link, and Scotsman. They talked about Sir Nigel Gresley, and the engines he built. Soon, they all talked like old family.