One evening, James puffed into the shed and began grumbling to the other engines. I'm exhausted! I'm team passenger trains, I want too many good runs! Ah, thank goodness I'm helping on Edward's branch line tomorrow. I could do with a rest. Scuff duck. Rest. Braselys are hard work, James. We were just as hard as any main oil engine. Sometimes even harder. Pa! Can't be that hard, duck. Oh, you won't see tomorrow. The next morning, James arrived at Edward's station, ready to start work on the branch line. I'll need you to shut the yard whilst I take my first passenger train. I will explain. Be mindful though, the yard can get very busy. A bit of light, shunting doesn't bother me. Huff James. He's more than light, shunting James. There's trucks of scrap metal to go to the scrap yard. Some oil tankers which need to be sent to the big station, and the empty trucks to go back to the docks. And that's before Donald arrives with a new trucks for the China clearways later. James was a gast. I can't do all that. Isn't there a tank engine who can't know? Edward interrupted. It's all apart, errone your own branch line. Edward puffed away to find his coaches, left James the shunt the yard. When Edward was shunting, he tricks the trucks fairly, and doesn't bump them unless they miss a brave. In return, they were obedient, and give him no trouble. But James bumped and banged them all around the yard. He thought he was being firm. But really, he was only aggravating them. Gordon laughed when he pulled him with the express. Oh look he teased. It's a huge tank engine. Oh I'm sorry James, I didn't realise it was you. It's not funny. He winsed. I'm gonna have to do all the shunt on my own. You don't know the route of the line like Boko and I do. Edward's only reminded us. You can familiarize yourself with it by taking the new trucks to the harbor. James let off steam furiously. First shunting. Now a good trade. Soon Donald arrive with the brown new trucks from the mainland. You can see how rough James is being with the trucks. You know how spiteful trucks can be James? But pay you out if you're not careful. They won't get a better me. Can't allow that. And you truck said to one another. He won't push us around. We'll show him. Later that day James took the new trucks along the brown sling to the harbor. Next morning Bill and Ben brought the loaded trucks back to the harbor yard. They were still determined to pay James out and waited keenly for him on the key side. But they were surprised to find their plans scoppered when they saw Edward backing down toward them. What do we do now? They twist us at one another. One engine is as good as another. Said the front truck. If we show him what we're capable of, then we'll show the red one too. Edward had grown tired of James' complaints and decided to instead do the good work himself. The rain had made the rails slippery. And Edward was having to take care to maintain grip. The truck's nose as he was slipping a little. And again their tricks. Edward had expected this to happen. They were visitors. And so wouldn't be used to him. Come along now. He called. No nonsense. That's what you think. Giggle the trucks. On, on, on. The truck's boxed him hard and Edward searched forward. The driver put on the brakes hard to slow them down. But they were no use against the heavy trucks. Edward was beginning to fret. He knew that the junction wasn't far away. And if he didn't slow down sufficiently by then, there could be a serious accident. Then he had an idea. I know how we can stop them. We call to the driver. Slow me right down for the hill. We were able to control them from there. With all the way behind me. The driver agreed. Gently braking. Edward quickly began controlling the trucks again. They climbed the hill. Try hard to keep up with the truck. But Edward was having none of it. Well, don't you clever old engine cold his driver. You've saved the day. Edward ran smoothly back into the station. Where Donald was waiting for him. Now what I thought after all the trouble James was giving those trucks just a little bit of up to Nagerd. Oh, you need a bit of patience and a bit of experience to have those trucks duttled. I'm engine like you should know that. I'm going to get the truck. I'm going to get the truck. I'm going to get the truck. I'm going to get the truck. You should know that. James felt ashamed of himself. And later I apologize to Edward. I'm sorry those trucks caused your bother Edward. I shouldn't have been so rough with them before. Just been glad it was me who was pulling them today and not you. Said it would firmly. I hope it will teach you to be more careful and a lot more respectful to us trucks and future James. A little respect goes a long way. That's why I don't have any trouble with them. I'll remember that in future. James sighed meekly. I only hope I can handle our runaway train half as well as you. You are splendid. Well, when it comes to trucks. I suppose somewhere along the line you do need a bit of experience. Smile the old engine. There's one thing I advise you about handling trucks properly. What's that? No, your route properly. Truckle there would. It might be your only hope saving the day.