Alright sir, here we are. Thank you Spencer. You've been a joy to us for many years, but we simply can't keep you any longer. Here up though, at least you'll still be useful here. I know sir. Thank you sir. Spencer's Demotion. That evening, oh, the big energies were talking to each other. They were in the middle of complaining about good string and it seemed like James came rushing in. You look upset James, what's wrong? Maybe sir, top of that, put the limit on how many wash downs you can have per day. Oh, shut up Gordon, this is important. I overheard the Duke and Duchess talking to Spencer. I think they've sold him to the railway. Oh wait, what? That's going to be right. Are you sure James? Oh yeah, he's going to take our jobs from us. Or at the very least Gordon's job. Robbysh, he's not taking my express, I've pulled that train for years. It's not just going to be taking away from me like that. Oh well, hello sir. I understand the situation has caused some... Err, Confusion. So I'm going to clear up a few things. Spencer's a part of our fleet now. Since times are changing on the mainland, coal and water are becoming scarier. It's come to the point where the Duke and Duchess could no longer keep Spencer. Oh sir, what does that mean for us? Quiet! As I was saying, he will not be taking anyone's jobs away. I want you all to be on your best behavior. Times were, in fact, changing. And the big engines didn't know how to feel. Neither did Spencer. I can't believe this. The Duke replaces me with... Whip some diesel! A diesel! I don't understand why I'm so surprised. I always knew this was going to happen. Spencer fell asleep, alone as usual. The next morning, Spencer was sent to pull the local. He was not pleased one bit about this. Driver, the local? The local? Honestly, I don't understand why I can't pull the express. I'm much faster than that galloping sausage. Look, that's Gordon's job. I can't do much about that. Sorry, old boy. Fine. But I won't like it. Woohoo! And he didn't. Spencer didn't do very well pulling the local. He wasn't used to stopping at every station. And even when he did, he'd overshoot the platform. Why are these platforms so small? Not that they're small Spencer. You just don't pay enough attention to them. Well, they're still too small. He was still making mistakes all the way until he arrived at Wellswood. There, he saw head shunting trucks. Oh, hello Spencer. Poof! Oh, you look grumpy. What's the matter? Or is that just how you always look? You always whizzed by here, whooshed. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You always whizzed by here, whooshing steam, so it's hard to tell. Very funny. Look, I don't need your teasing. I'm having a very difficult time getting used to this. With what? With everything. The Duke and Duchess just threw me out like I'm the week old cat litter. All these years, all these years of service. They just went... I'm a spencer. You're too old. We need a new Anken. In just... In just one day! Hmm. Well, I am sorry, Spencer. It does seem like a change. And a big one, too. Huh. You're telling me. But... You'll adapt. You'll get a new chance. It isn't all bad here. Yeah, it's a... Demotion. I won't sugarcoat it. But... Being an engine, that's still working and running on a railway is better than being in the scrap yards. The Duke and Duchess cared about you, Spencer. Spencer... Was silent. They kept you for as long as they could. Even through all your little... ...incidents. They still kept you. The other railway's been changing. Has been for years. Sometimes it's better to take it all in stride and adapt. It's just... So... I don't know. Different. If you ever need a place to sleep, there's always space in the Sheds here with me. Edward was surprised. He'd never heard Spencer say thank you in all the years he'd known him. The passengers soon boarded Spencer's train and he left to go to Marathon. Edward watched as he left the station. Maybe Spencer really could become the next member of the Northwestern Railway.