Gordon, Spencer and the Flying Scotsman
Season 1, Episode 24
Air date August 24th, 2017
Written by OliverDuckandToad11
Directed by OliverDuckandToad11
Episode guide
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Gordon, Spencer and the Flying Scotsman is the twenty-fourth episode of the first season.


Gordon is a big blue engine who likes to pull the express, it's the only job he likes best, stopping at many stations on the Main Line which runs all the way from Knapford on the west coast of the island to Vicarstown on the east where Mainland trains continue from there.

One morning, Gordon pulled into Vicarstown with the express, he waited as the passengers disembarked, he looked over to find Connor had just pulled into the other platform, Gordon sniggered. "Oh it looks as if I've come earlier then you today, Connor." he puffed.

Connor was cross. "No need to react," he said solemnly. "I was just held up back at the junction, that's all."

"We can see." Gordon grinned. "Do you think I could ever beat you in a race one day?" The big blue engine asked smugly.

"Well... maybe." steamed Connor. "But I don't know, I'm faster then you anywhere." he retorted.

Now Gordon was cross. "Just because I'm not streamlined like you, that doesn't simply mean I can't go as fast as any streamliner." Gordon hissed. "Oh the indignity!" Connor had already left the station and back to the Mainland. Gordon was glad he was gone. "Thankfully..." he murmured, then he saw Spencer pull up beside him with his special carriage, he sniggered when he saw his cousin.

"Well, hello Gordon." steamed Spencer smugly. "It seems you've came much earlier then me today."

Gordon grinned. "I know." he said proudly. "I am the fastest and best, and I pull the express."

"Ha, is that all you can ever come up with?" asked Spencer sniggering quietly.

"Well no, lots of things." Gordon huffed. "But anyway, what are you doing here?"

"Well, good question." wheeshed Spencer. "I've come to help you on the Main Line, the Fat Controller said he needs another engine." Spencer explained.

Gordon gasped. "You?" he exclaimed. "Surely you won't do anything, but prove you're the fastest."

"Haha, because I am." Spencer steamed. "Now I'd best be off, got to take these passengers back to the Mainland and shunt my coach into the yard until the next day." And with that, Spencer took off. Gordon wasn't happy that his cousin was helping him on the Main Line. "The indignity!" he grumbled.

After Spencer came back to Sodor, he chuffed into the goods yard. "Could you please shunt my coach into the shed Rosie?" he asked pompously. "I'll be picking it up this evening."

"Oh uh, yes of course Spencer." said Rosie. "I do have lots of shunting to do."

"That's what little tank engines are for." Spencer rudely remarked.

Rosie was cross, but didn't say anything. "Anyway, better be off now." said Spencer and he steamed out the yards. Rosie didn't really like Spencer, she had hardly met him before, but she has heard other engines talk about him though.

Meanwhile, Spencer was resting at Boxford, the Duke and Duchess were drinking tea in their summer house.

"Isn't this lovely tea, dear?" said the Duke.

"Indeed." agreed the Duchess. "Like always."

"I knew you would say that." chuckled the Duke.

During all this, Spencer had nothing to do, but just sit there. "I'm going back to the Mainland soon, so tomorrow I'll be helping on the Main Line." he sighed.

"It's time now we should get back to the Mainland." said his driver.

"Yes, of course." whistled Spencer and he chuffed away back home.

Meanwhile, Gordon was at Vicarstown dropping off some passengers. Now that Spencer and Connor weren't there, he was glad. "Finally, peace." he muttered, but then he heard a whistle blast from the distance. Gordon knew that whistle, an engine with two tenders backed down onto a train of express coaches. Gordon saw him and just sighed. "First, Spencer and now my brother." he muttered.

The Flying Scotsman saw Gordon. "Oh, hello Gordon." he said smugly. "Busy today?"

Gordon sighed. "You can say that again." he muttered.

"I see you're busy." chuckled the Flying Scotsman. "I've been busy all day back on the Mainland, dropping off passengers at stations. It just doesn't stop." The two-tendered engine chatted.

"Anyway, what are you doing?" Gordon asked.

"Well, I'm helping you on the Main Line." said the Flying Scotsman.

"You're... what?!" Gordon's jaw dropped. "So I'm working with both Spencer and Scotsman on the Main Line?" he exclaimed.

"Indeed you do." said the Flying Scotsman overhearing Gordon. "Wait, did you say Spencer?" The Flying Scotsman asked.

"Well, yes." said Gordon. "He's working on the Mainland too."

"Oh, so it's the whole family working together, all Gresleys, something that's never happened in years." The Flying Scotsman chuffed.

"I know." muttered Gordon. "It's going to look exactly like olden times, back when I was young and green and hadn't joined Sodor yet." he steamed.

The Flying Scotsman chuckled. "Now I have to take these passengers to Barrow-in-Furness, then tomorrow I'll be helping you." he said, and he steamed away. "Flying Scotsman coming through!" he announced.

Gordon just sighed. He hated it when the Flying Scotsman started to mimic him. "This is going to be great." he sighed. "Working with both my brother and cousin. It's like I've never come to Sodor yet." he muttered to himself. Later on, he was sat in the sheds complaining to the other engines. "So now I'm working with both Spencer and the Flying Scotsman." he huffed.

"So, what's wrong with that?" asked James snootily. "You're all in one family."

"What's wrong with that is that both engines are show-offs, they act most like each other, boasting about they're the fastest." Gordon grumbled.

"Says you." whispered James.

"You boast about being the fastest all the time." said Thomas cheekily.

"Well yes, but not as much as my brother and cousin." Gordon replied.

"Couldn't you just get along for now?" asked Henry.

"Well, I could," puffed Gordon, "but then they'll just start boasting about they're the fastest." The express engine complained.

"Oh, just stop moaning all right." groaned James.

"I'll have you know little James that I can complain whenever I want." Gordon steamed.

"Maybe." James whispered. Gordon was not looking forward for this at all.

The next day, Gordon pulled into Knapford station, still worrying. "Oh, I do hope Spencer and the Flying Scotsman won't chat about who's the fastest." he grumbled to himself.

"Oh, cheer up Gordon." said his driver. "They're members of your family."

"I know, but they boast about who's the fastest." Gordon grumped.

"Like you." said his driver.

"Well, not as much as my Mainland relatives." Gordon retorted.

Meanwhile, Spencer had raced across the Vicarstown Bridge heading for Sodor, he raced past Hiro. "Hello slowcoach." he said indignantly.

Hiro just glared. "Show-off!" he remarked.

Spencer steamed through Wellsworth and startled the passengers. "What was that?" One asked.

"Some silver blur I recall." remarked another.

Spencer steamed into Knapford Station right alongside Gordon. "Well, were you looking for this day, little Gordon?" he asked smugly.

Gordon groaned. "Yes of course." he muttered sarcastically.

"Well, good to hear." Spencer responded. "Anyway, what are we doing, just sitting here?"

"No, we're collecting passengers." Gordon retorted.

"No need to be so in-dignified." Spencer retorted back.

"I'm not in-dignified." huffed Gordon crossly. "Now please..."

"Please, what?" snorted Spencer.

"Please, uh..." Gordon was lost in words. "...doesn't matter."

Soon the passengers had climbed on board their trains. "Now shall we get going?" asked Spencer.

"I'd say yes." muttered Gordon.

"Not just yet." came a voice, it was the Flying Scotsman pulling in. Gordon sighed heavily. "Hello brother." he sighed.

The Flying Scotsman looked smugly at Gordon. "Hello Gordon and Spencer." he wheeshed. "I'm here."

"Yes, I can see." groaned Gordon. "Working with the two of you is just... so memorable." he steamed.

"You've made a point there, cousin." said Spencer. "We were all built by Sir Nigel Gresley."

"I know, brings back good memories eh?" chuckled the Flying Scotsman.

"Anyway, now are we ready to go?" asked Spencer indignantly.

"Yes, we're now." steamed Gordon.

"I'll be getting to the station first." whistled the Flying Scotsman.

Spencer scoffed. "No you aren't, I will." he said.

"Let's see shall we?" The Flying Scotsman chuckled.

"Perhaps you should both stop." said Gordon crossly. "We're supposed to be delivering passengers, not arguing about who's getting to the station first." He huffed.

"Well, sorry brother." The Flying Scotsman replied. "But that's what we do on the Mainland."

"But that doesn't give you an excuse to do it here, does it?" said Gordon sternly.

"Let's just stop now, please!" huffed Spencer. "If all three of us are just going to stay here arguing, then just split up already."

The Flying Scotsman quickly became indignant again. "Who will get to the station first." he puffed snootily.

Spencer was cross, but had an idea. "I know, why don't we have a race to see who's the fastest?" he suggested.

"You're on cousin." said the Flying Scotsman, preparing to steam.

"Oh the indignity." groaned Gordon, while Spencer and Scotsman both acted pompous and smug, Gordon was the much sensible one out of the three, he hardly had races, but did on a couple of occasions with Spencer. "You know, I was thinking, but I may join in with this." admitted Gordon. "Racing with the whole family has never happened before."

"Of course it hasn't." chuckled the Flying Scotsman.

"Now all three of us are racing?" exclaimed Spencer. "Well, I don't mind really." he said smugly.

The engines' drivers agreed to race. "As long as we don't outrun any trains." warned Gordon's driver.

"Sometimes our engines can get to out of control." said Spencer's driver.

"They'll be fast enough for us to control them." added Flying Scotsman's driver.

"Wait, shall we have a word with the stationmaster?" thought Gordon's driver.

"I'd say probably yes." responded Spencer's driver, so Gordon's driver spoke with the stationmaster, he agreed.

"Okay," he said. "But please do not have any accidents, or I'll have to report this to the Fat Controller."

"Agreed." said Gordon's driver, and he climbed back into his engine.

"Where shall we race to?" asked Spencer.

"Well we do have to stop at both Maron, Kellsthorpe and Ulfstead Castle." said Gordon. "And then Vicarstown."

"We'll stop at each station and whoever's the first to get to Vicarstown will win." The Flying Scotsman chuffed.

"Okay." said Spencer. "Now we know what to do."

"Right on the count of 3..." Said the Flying Scotsman. "3..."


"1..." finished Gordon.

"GO!" cried out the Flying Scotsman. The stationmaster blew his whistle as the three Gresleys raced out of the station. At first, Spencer was far in the lead.

"Ha! Didn't I say I was the fastest?" he bragged. Then the Flying Scotsman overtook him.

"Fraid not." he smugly replied.

"Hey!" shouted Spencer.

Gordon was far behind, but his fireman shoved plenty of coal into his firebox to make him go faster. "Faster!" cried Gordon.

"Okay, okay..." said Gordon's fireman, who was red in the face, he shoved plenty of coal into the firebox.

"Perhaps we should sing a little song to encourage myself." Gordon puffed. "Oh no, I am in last place, but Spencer and Flying Scotsman are far in front of me, now I must puff... more faster. Whoosh, the shooting express is coming through! Whoosh, give up there's nothing you can do. Whoosh, 'cos or you'll ever see of me will me a blurry streak of western blue!" Gordon sang until he had overtook his brother. "My clouds today will have a silver lining. I'll teach my bossy brother and cousin my underlining, 'cos I'm the gleam, the best in steam, expressing!" Gordon was nearly in front of Spencer. "We're approaching Maron now." Gordon chuckled.

"Hmph, I'm in front now, I'll win!" snorted Spencer.

"Just you wait." replied Gordon.

"W-Wait up you two." called the Flying Scotsman. "I'm too far behind."

"Well, you shouldn't just stop in a race should you?" steamed Spencer.

"Well, no..." said the Flying Scotsman. "But-"

"Exactly!" huffed Spencer. Gordon and Spencer raced into Maron, they both pulled in together. "Who was first that time?" asked Spencer.

"Uh, it was me." said Gordon smugly.

Spencer glared at his cousin. "No, me!" he snapped.

"Actually you came in together." said Gordon's driver. "It was a draw."

"Oh, right." said Spencer, feeling a little sheepish. Gordon and Spencer's passengers soon disembarked and the two engines had raced off, Flying Scotsman stopped alongside the station to drop off his passengers.

"Quickly please!" he said swiftly. "I mustn't lose." And the Flying Scotsman steamed hurriedly away, now he was catching up to Gordon and Spencer. "Finally, I'm nearing them." Scotsman steamed. "I have the most coaches here, so that could be why I'm in last place." He thought. Gordon and Spencer constantly kept overtaking each other.

"Ha ha!" laughed Gordon as he overtook his cousin, who then overtook him.

"Ha ha to you, ya mean?" laughed Spencer.

"What? Ugh!" spluttered Gordon. Flying Scotsman had finally catched up to his two relatives.

"Who's the fastest now?" he steamed, as he chuffed even faster along the line.

Spencer and Gordon were surprised. "Hey... w-what!" Spencer stammered.

"Scotsman's in the lead now." said Gordon.

"I'm going to beat him." snorted Spencer, he pulled up alongside Scotsman. "Ha, thought you were fast, didn't you?" Spencer snootily remarked.

Now Flying Scotsman was cross. "I'll have you know that I was the first ever steam locomotive to travel at 100 mph." he huffed.

"Well, I can go faster then that!" Spencer retorted.

"Let's just settle this shall we?" The Flying Scotsman unamusingly responded.

"Well, it's a race, so you don't need to say." huffed Spencer conceited.

"That's enough now, both of you!" huffed Gordon who was catching up. "Anyway, we're approaching Kellsthorpe."

"Ha ha, see you later Scotsman!" Spencer burst out as he raced quickly into the distance and towards the station. Flying Scotsman sighed deeply.

"Never mind him, brother." said Gordon. "He's too full of himself."

"I know that." replied Scotsman. "He's always acted like this, even back when you hadn't arrived on Sodor yet." he puffed.

"Of course." muttered Gordon. Spencer steamed right into Kellsthorpe.

"Quickly now!" he shouted out to the passengers, the passengers were now confused.

"Just why are you all telling us to get out quickly?" asked one. "It makes no sense."

"We're having a ready, you see." Spencer replied. "And the two engines I'm racing with are heading this way.

"Okay, okay, let's just get out of here alright." said one of the passengers and Spencer steamed quickly away as Gordon and Scotsman had only just pulled up alongside the station.

"Where did he go?" asked the Flying Scotsman.

"Probably already gone." responded Gordon. "Ol' Silver Steam will soon get what he deserves."

"Well, if you say so little brother." chuckled the Flying Scotsman.

Gordon snorted. "Why do you call me 'little brother'?" he asked. "Don't you know that I'm the oldest out of you and Spencer?"

"Of course I do brother." said the Flying Scotsman. "I'm just teasing, besides Spencer's the youngest one here."

"He doesn't act young though." muttered Gordon. "He acts more like he's the oldest."

"Agreed." said the Flying Scotsman. "Well our passengers have disembarked, let's get going!"

"Right away!" said Gordon as he and Scotsman raced away. Spencer was faraway in the valley, he felt very proud of himself.

"Such slow engines." he remarked. "So far behind while I'm nearly at Ulfstead."

"But there's a junction up ahead." said his driver.

"What?" Spencer exclaimed. "Oh no, I'll have to stop." And Spencer stopped, he waited for the signal to green. "Come along now." he steamed impatiently.

"Be patient Spencer." warned his driver.

"But Gordon and Scotsman will beat me now." moaned Spencer.

"It's just a race, who has to win anyway?" said his driver.

"Well..." Suddenly, Spencer heard two whistles, it was Gordon and Scotsman who didn't have to stop at the junction.

"Ha, see you later cousin!" They called out. Spencer watched in shock as the two engines raced into the distance.

"Noooo!" he cried. "I've lost!"

"A race is a race, anyhow." said his driver. Finally, the signal turned green and Spencer hurried off to catch up with his cousins. Gordon and Spencer were far ahead now.

"Nearly at Ulfstead." Gordon sniggered.

"See who's quicker at winning." The Flying Scotsman chuckled.

Gordon scowled. "I've had quite enough of this." he muttered. Gordon and Flying Scotsman were nearing Ulfstead Castle, Spencer was far behind, his fireman shoved lots of coal into his firebox so he could speed up. Spencer felt warm, he panted as he raced on.

"I'm so worn out." he muttered. "I need a drink..." But he didn't want to give up, he wanted to carry on. "I won't lose to Gordon or Scotsman." he said determinedly. "I am Spencer the Grand, I know exactly what to do." And Spencer took a shortcut to get to Ulfstead Castle, he then puffed back onto the Main Line with Gordon and Spencer far behind, plus not being able to save him. "Ha ha, I will win now!" said Spencer. "Silly engines." he remarked as he raced up to the castle, he raced into the estate where Stephen was, he had just shown tourists around the estate.

"Oh, hello Spencer." Stephen whistled. "What are you doing here?"

"As you see 'Slow Stephen'" snorted Spencer.

"Slow?" exclaimed Stephen. "You know I used to be fast, I even won you in a race to prove it." he said indignantly.

"Yes, but that was only because I was diverted onto the wrong line." Spencer huffed. "Now is different, I'm racing Gordon and the Flying Scotsman." he explained.

"Racing your own cousins, wow I've never seen such a family race each other before." Stephen puffed. "And I'm guessing you're winning."

"Ha, of course, you got it right." puffed Spencer conceited. "But our last stop is at Vicarstown, you know I'm having time out while waiting for those two." Spencer puffed and he backed into a siding to rest.

"Okay Spencer." called Stephen. Spencer rested for a while. "Until those two come, I can have some peace." he sighed.

Meanwhile, Gordon and Scotsman were just approaching the hill at the castle. "Ha, Spencer won't beat us now!" Gordon chuckled.

"Indeed, brother." agreed the Flying Scotsman, Gordon and Spencer pulled up the hill. "I'm winning." said the Flying Scotsman.

"No I am." huffed Gordon, the two engines kept overtaking each other until they pulled into the estate.

"I won!" The two brothers argued.

"I've won!" came Spencer's voice.

"What?!" Gordon and Scotsman's jaws dropped when they saw Spencer already there. "But... but... how?" stammered the Flying Scotsman.

"I am very fast." boasted Spencer. "Probably fast enough for you to see me."

"That is no fair." complained Gordon.

"Now they're arguing." muttered Stephen. "Lovely..."

"Now I've had my rest." wheeshed Spencer. "Our last stop is Vicarstown."

"I'm winning this time." The Flying Scotsman huffed.

"We'll have to see won't we." puffed Gordon.

"Anyway, let's go!" And the three Gresleys were off again. Stephen was worried. "This'll be bad." he said to Millie who also agreed. The three Gresleys raced down the hill at a tremendous speed, though because of how fast they went, they almost toppled over the hill side. "Woaah!!!!" cried Spencer.

"Watch it!" cried his driver. "You could've toppled over and killed us all!"

"Sorry." muttered Spencer and the three engines slowed down a little. Spencer was in the lead. "Ha, I'm winning!" he cried out, then Flying Scotsman overtook him.

"You thought wrong." he said smugly.

Then Gordon puffed into the lead. "I am now." he steamed indignantly, the three engines constantly overtook each other. They were racing up the line towards Vicarstown. "Ha ha, I'm going to win!" cried Spencer.

"No you won't!!" shouted the Flying Scotsman who was panting severely. Gordon then overtook the two.

"I am now." he wheeshed and then, he raced into Vicarstown alongside the platform. Everyone cheered, Gordon couldn't believe he had won.

"I did it, I've won!" he cheered, Spencer pulled up alongside, he was so tired he could hardly speak. " he asked.

"I used all the coal I needed." said Gordon proudly. Flying Scotsman was the next engine to pull into the station, he was also tired.

"Well done... brother." he said. Gordon felt proud.

"Yes, well done." said Spencer, gaining some of his breath back.

"Now I'd say we should go to the water tower and get a...drink." said Gordon still panting after the race.

"I agree." said Spencer.

"Let's go then." hooted the Flying Scotsman and the three engines chuffed to the water tower. As Gordon, Spencer and the Flying Scotsman were at the water tower, they had a family conversation. "After all those years, we get together again." Panted the Flying Scotsman.

"So memorable, like Gordon said." added Spencer.

"Now we act as a Doncaster trio, I'd say let's not get this going too far anymore." Gordon suggested. Spencer and the Flying Scotsman agreed. Gordon knew that he was going to be in trouble by the Fat Controller, but he was also happy to be with his brother and cousin.




  • Several references are made in this episode, with most of these references being in real life:
    • Gordon saying to Flying Scotsman that him being with the former and Spencer is like olden times back when he was young and green is referencing to how Gordon was painted Doncaster Green before arriving on Sodor.
    • Gordon saying that he is the oldest out of his brother and cousin references to how he was built in 1922 and him saying Spencer is the youngest references how he was built somewhere in-between 1935 and 1938.
    • Flying Scotsman saying he was the first ever steam locomotive to travel 100 mph references how he was the first ever engine to travel 100 mph in real life.
    • Stephen saying to Spencer he has won him in a race before is a reference to Spencer the Show-Off.
    • Spencer mentions that he, along with Gordon and Flying Scotsman, were built by Sir Nigel Gresley, who was one of the most well-known engineers in England and made some of the most famous steam engines ever.
      • Also, they mention they were built at the Doncaster Works, which was a real place in South Yorkshire, England.

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