Edgar and Arnold were sitting in their shed. The other engines had to do their jobs, and it was causing delays. The controller came to the shed to talk to them.

“What is going on here?” He asked, “You’re laziness is causing delays!”

“Good for us then,” Arnold said, “You never took us seriously.”

“What do you mean by that?” The controller asked again.

“Some of my parts had to be replaced by steam parts,” Edgar replied, “And Arnold hasn’t been repaired for months!”

“You’re our only diesel,” The controller barked, “Why should we get you special cogs when steam engine cogs work just the same?”

“It’s the principle of it!” Arnold growled, “He should be treated with respect.”

“And I do,” the controller retorted, “I get you both the special parts you need. I repair you whenever you need it.”

“But you make us do work that is grueling sir,” Edgar said back to him, “I’m too fit to pull freight. The cars annoy me.”

“And coaches are too bossy,” Arnold added, “And so are the passengers!”

“Then I’ll change your jobs for a day,” The controller said, “Arnold, you’ll pull a freight train. Edgar, you’ll take Timothy’s passengers today.”
“Yes sir,” Arnold said.

“We won’t let you down sir,” Edgar added. The two engines then chuffed away. To work.

Arnold arrived at the coal mine later that day. He brought some gondolas down to be loaded.

“Thank you Arnold,” a worker said, “Now, can you take our old machinery down to the station? They need to be repaired.”

“I’m on it sir,” he said as he chuffed over to the siding.

Edgar arrived in the yard where Steven was shunting.  

“Steven my friend,” Edgar called, “Could you bring me Timothy’s coaches?”

“You seem to be in a chipper mood today,” Steven replied.

“I am,” Edgar said, “I get to pull coaches today. And if I’m good at it, I’ll get to pull them more often.”

“That’ll be exciting,” Steven peeped back, “You go to the platform, I’ll bring them over to you.”

Edgar then stopped at the platform, as Steven fetched the coaches. 

Arnold attached himself to a large flatbed. At the back was the caboose, it was old and had trouble disabling it’s brakes. It would sometimes feel as if the brakes were off, even though they were on. Arnold’s condutor didn’t know this however, so he turned it as much as he thought he should.

“We’re ready to go,” the conductor called.

“Yes sir,” Arnold said as he started puffing. His wheels turned and turned, however he didn’t move an inch.

“What’s wrong up there?” the condutor asked.

“We can’t move,” said the driver, “Something is wrong.”

“I’ll get a workman to come figure it out,” the conductor replied, “Turn off Arnold's speed at the moment.”

Edgar was having different troubles, but still wasn’t doing well. He thought he should have well left by now, but his coaches still haven’t arrived.

“They’re over there,” Edgar’s driver said, “We went to the wrong platform.”

Edgar went over to his coaches, and honked his horn.

“I’m sorry everyone,” Edgar said, “I went to the wrong line.”

The passengers boarded the coaches. One woman said quietly, “Some engines just don’t know what they are doing.”

Edgar then left the station, feeling poorly.

The conductor came back to the caboose with a workman.

“I see your problem here,” the workman said, “The brake is still on.”

“I’m sure I turned it off,” The condutor replied.

“You obviously didn’t,” The worker laughed, “I’ll get it for you though. They turn on easily, they’re just hard to get off.”

“I’ll remember that,” The conductor said. The brakes were turned off, the conductor blew his whistle, and Arnold started to chuff.

Edgar was stopped at a small town station, as the passengers grumbled.

“I’m going to be late for work,” said a man.

“I’m going to be late to see my family,” said another.

Edgar growled, “All these passengers do is complain.”

“People get mad if they’re late,” said his driver, “freight doesn’t.”

Arnold then slowed to a stop next to Edgar.

“These cars are so tricky,” Arnold said, “They’re too heavy, and just hold us back.”
“These passengers complain too much,” Edgar replied, “I miss doing slow goods trains.”

“And I miss my smooth passenger trains,” Arnold whined.

“I say we go back to our old jobs,” Edgar said.

“I agree,” Arnold said, “When I get to the station I’ll tell the controller.”

“By tomorrow we’ll be back to our regular work,” Edgar said, as the two of them left for a better, or at least lazier tomorrow.