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applauded the island of Sodor was flourishing plus the tourists many people were building their homes in the developing communities to meet the demand Sir Topham Hatt added more carriages to the express the big engines were happy everyone except James one morning James arrived at the big station to pick up a good slow tension, he looked at the Waiting Express on the next platform, it seemed to stretch on for miles, a horn interrupting his thoughts as Boca moved through the morning. James came to wish me good luck. Looks like you'll need it. James answers. Don't the extra carriages cause you problems?

I was worried they would, especially on the hill. The driver knows better, although he gives me a lot of speed beforehand and we move forward. James looked at the cultures again. A feeling of dread came over him. Everything is alright? asked BOGO, oh yes, James responded hurriedly, as the rain must have fallen on these. Freight cars don't pull themselves, you know, good luck, BOGO. James hurried away. BOGO was stunned, something wasn't right, he thought something wasn't right, as cocky as James might be. He was not blind to his own limits on flat terrain, he could pull long trains with ease, the inclines, however, proved challenging and he knew they would now be more difficult than ever.

Soon it was time for James' first race with the new Express, in which he simmered in silence. the platform was thinking nothing but the hill before he realized it the drivers whistled blue Come on, come on, he huffed determinedly at the carriages, give it all you've got, James, who did it. Bunko from a nearby turn off on the main line, the train picked up speed James began to feel better but soon Edward station appeared in the distance I can do it, I can do it, he huffed to himself James walked through the station and began the climb up Gordon's Hill , it didn't take long for him to feel the drag. of the heavy carriages and had soon slowed to a snail's pace I must do it I must do it he strove firmly on James warned the driver We can call a banker if necessary I will pass this hill if it is the last I will do it, Greta James, can you Let it be because of the way he behaves, the firefighters murmured darkly, slowly but surely.

James and the wagons reached the top of the hill. He was relieved but exhausted and struggled to get the train back up to speed when it finally hissed in. At the last station he was 10 minutes late and the passengers were in a bad mood when he returned to the sheds. His driver spoke to him. I think the express was too much for us today. He sighed and James we didn't make it over the hill either. No? "I just answered the driver sternly, you will damage yourself at this rate and if the passengers continue to complain like they did today, we won't be moving forward for long." I can shoot as well as anyone else.

James replied defiantly and I will. Tomorrow you will be on time remember my words the driver admitted defeat while Jane closed her eyes without either of them knowing Boco had heard everything the next day James was moving along the line again the cars hummed happily but he didn't hear them. He paid attention, they won't be late, he won't be late, he growled once again, the Edward station appeared and the signal was clear, give it everything you've got, old man, encourage the driver and he opened the regulator. James picked up speed and charged towards the hill, but his efforts were in vain.

Once again the cars dragged him almost to a stop, his wheels spun but he couldn't get a proper grip, then Bang James was engulfed in a cloud of steam, his driver and the fireman staggered out of the cab coughing hoarsely, that's Tornet, we'll need aid. Now help soon arrived in the form of Boko, are you okay? He asked worriedly, James didn't respond, he just looked sadly at his top. Bulko was quick to couple and pull the train to the last station despite his best efforts to compensate. By the time the express arrived late, the passengers were furious and complained bitterly to the station master.

All he had to complain about. A man I thought he was an express. That scrawny engine won't get us anywhere fast. He added a woman if that applauded. "I can't make it on time," an old man finished, pointing at James. I closed right on this railroad. The Waiting Mainland diesel laughed, but a look from Boco silenced him and he slunk away once the passengers were on board, ignoring them. Boko smiled. I know you did your best today, yes, James, but it seems like the best I did wasn't good enough. The passenger's words resonated in his smokebox for the first time, James truly felt applauded.