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Clean vs. Dirty
Season 2, Episode 8
(#28)
CleanvsDirty
Air date September 14th, 2019
Written by Semaj5nodrog4
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Clean vs. Dirty is the eighth episode of the second season of the Many Adventures on the Island of Sodor.

Plot

Early one morning, Arthur the big tank engine was happily taking a load of fish to the wharf. Ever since Sir Topham Hatt had extended his branchline to there, he's been a very happy engine indeed. He's had a lot more work, more friends to talk and work with, and is kept very busy as well. He might be the only engine on his branchline, but he doesn't mind a bit. All he cares about is being really useful and nothing else.

Soon Arthur arrived at the wharf. It was bustling everywhere with cranes swinging and loading, engines puffing to and fro, and boats and barges moving all around. Arthur could tell he was going to have a busy day.

When he arrived at the main wharf station, there was Peter Sam. He was waiting to collect Arthur's fish.

"Good morning, Arthur," he chuffed.

"Good morning, Peter Sam," replied Arthur.

"I believe you've brought me a little present, haven't you?" chuckled Peter Sam.

Arthur laughed. "Yes, I guess you could say that," he replied. "All fresh straight from the Fishing Village and ready for you to take into the hills."

"Why thank you, Arthur," replied Peter Sam. "I'm sure the villagers will be most pleased with their fresh dinners for this evening. It'll go…swimmingly, so to speak." He and Arthur laughed.

Just then they heard a whistle and looked and saw Duncan chuffing into view, looking cross, as usual. "Oh botheration," he grumbled. "It's not even noon yet, and it still happened to me. Honestly, why can't things ever go right for me?"

"What on earth are you talking about Duncan?" asked Peter Sam.

"I'm talking about Mr. Percival giving me another dirty, hardworking job and my paintwork is already ruined," huffed Duncan. "I can't go one day without getting it dirty, you know, and I'm sick of it."

"Well it doesn't look that bad to me," chuffed Arthur. "Seems like you have just a few smudges, that's all. Also, based on what you're saying, Duncan, it sounds like you're bringing it upon yourself to get dirty."

Duncan scoffed. "I never do that, thank you Arthur. It's Mr. Percival's fault for making me do these jobs. If he would just give me the jobs I like to do, then I could be a cleaner and a happier engine."

Peter Sam chuckled. "Relax, Duncan. It's not like Mr. Percival is doing this to you on purpose. You just need to forget about being dirty and focus on being really useful."

"Peter Sam's right, you know," agreed Arthur. "Worrying about getting dirty isn't going to help with your situation, so you might as well try to forget about it and just do your work."

"Pah! Easy for you to say," Duncan huffed to Arthur. "You never get dirty and you're always clean because of that spotless record of yours. You don't know what it's like to get dirty."

Arthur frowned. "You know just because I'm known for having a spotless record doesn't mean I don't get dirty, Duncan. I've gotten dirty and messy a few times, but not as much as other engines because I just happen to be very careful with my work and I don't make a mess while I'm doing it. So I know what it's like to get dirty, but I always try to avoid getting it by being careful; something you ought to take into consideration…for once, Duncan."

Duncan was cross, but before he could say anything, James came puffing up alongside Arthur.

"Oh please, you're not bragging about your silly spotless record again, are you Arthur?" he moaned. "We get it: you're good at staying clean, now stop talking about it and making everyone jealous."

"I wasn't bragging about anything like that, James," snorted Arthur.

"We were just telling Duncan that he needs to be more careful when he's working in order to stay clean since he's complaining about being dirty again," added Peter Sam. "We were just trying to help him."

"Hmm, well seems funny that you're trying to give Duncan advice about staying clean when you rarely get dirty, Arthur," puffed James. "What would you know about that anyway?"

Arthur rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I know it's not fun for one thing," he huffed, "and for another, worrying about it isn't going to help either. So as I just told Duncan, James, I avoid getting dirty by being careful and just doing my work."

James chuckled. "You think it's that easy staying clean? Huh! Oh do you have a lot to learn, my friend. I mean, no offense, Arthur, but I don't think you quite understand what you're talking about. Staying clean is one of the hardest things to do, especially if you're working in a busy environment. It may not be like that on your fishing branchline, but just wait until you work in much busier places. It'll be a struggle to keep your paint clean and you'll be dirty and grimy in no time. I don't have that problem because Sir Topham Hatt doesn't usually give me those sort of jobs since I'm such a splendid engine and too good for them."

"Really?" chortled Peter Sam. "Then how come most times I see you, you're pulling trucks, your paint is filthy, and you seem to be crying about it?"

James snorted. "Okay, so a few times, it's happened!" he admitted grudgingly. "But all the same, considering you rarely get dirty and work in busy areas, Arthur, I wouldn't be surprised if you're secretly worried about getting dirty." Arthur squirmed.

"You know, that's what I was thinking too, James," added Duncan. "Maybe he should try working in busier places and then he will know what it's like to get messy and dirty and how hard it is to stay clean all the time." He and James sniggered quietly. Arthur frowned.

Peter Sam broke it up. "Alright, that's enough both of you," he scolded. "There's no need to make fun of Arthur like that and this is none of your business, so why don't you two get back to work and leave him alone."

James and Duncan rolled their eyes. "Fine, whatever you say, Peter Sam," huffed Duncan.

"Sheesh, we were just having a little fun, that's all," muttered James, "but you may want to keep in my mind what I said, Arthur, or else, it might happen to you." Then he and Duncan puffed away.

Arthur was a little worried, Peter Sam noticed. "Don't listen to them, Arthur," he advised soothingly. "They're full of themselves and are just trying to bother you. They're probably jealous that they can't keep a spotless record like you can. Don't let their words get to you and be yourself. What matters most is what you do best and not what you're trying to be."

Arthur smiled slightly. "Yeah, I guess your right," he puffed. "Those two are just jealous and wish they could stay as clean as me, so yes I'll just be myself and not listen to them."

"That's the spirit," smiled Peter Sam. "Well, I must deliver these fish now, so you have a good rest of your day, Arthur, and I'll see you later." Then Peter Sam whistled good-bye and puffed away.

"Good bye," called Arthur, but secretly deep down in his boiler, he was a little worried about getting dirty. "That hasn't happened to me in years," he thought. "I don't want to ruin it now or else it would ruin my spotless record again. I guess I'll have to be extra careful now so that doesn't happen." But that was going to be easier said than done.

As Arthur was working at the wharf, he was trying hard to stay clean without making it look obvious that he was, which wasn't that easy.

First, as he was moving a train of trucks along the canal, he saw a ship with a barge coming in towards him, but much too fast. Then Arthur could see that the ship's speed was causing waves to form in front of it and splashing up on the rails. Arthur was nervous, then suddenly a huge wave came up towards him.

"Whoa!" he cried, and stopped suddenly just before the wave crashed on top of him, narrowly missing him.

"Ow! Hey! What was that for?" cried the trucks. "We were being good, mind you, so no need for bumping!"

"Oops, sorry," said Arthur meekly, but was glad he didn't get wet or dirty.

Next, Arthur was working with Colin the crane loading pallets of slate slabs onto a barge. Colin was loading them nice and carefully.

"Alright, there you go," he said to the pallet he just loaded. "Now onto the next one." He then started picking up the next pallet, but just as he was turning to put it on the barge, Rusty came moving by and honked his horn loudly.

"Whaa!" exclaimed Colin, and he jumped and accidentally tipped the pallet over causing the slabs to fall off onto the quay and dust to fly everywhere. Arthur lurched back suddenly to avoid getting covered.

"Oops, ha ha, sorry there Arthur," chuffed Colin. "Didn't mean to give you a bit of a jump there. Just a little slip up, that's all."

"That's alright, Colin," replied Arthur. "At least no one's hurt…or dirty." But he added that last part to himself.

Later, as Arthur was puffing to another area of the wharf, he came to an intersection and a workman flagged him down. Then he looked over and saw Sir Handel was chuffing towards him, coughing and spluttering.

"Hello Arthur," Sir Handel coughed. "Nice to see you cough cough. Sorry for all the noise cough. Been having some issues all morning. Must have been the coal or water I had earlier today." Sir Handel then started heaving and puffing hard now. Arthur could tell he was about to sneeze. Then right when Sir Handel was in front of him…"Achoo!"…he sneezed so hard coal dust flew everywhere. Arthur shot backwards rapidly, bashing into some trucks.

"Oh dear, sorry Arthur," sighed Sir Handel. "I hope I didn't get you, did I?"

"No don't worry, Sir Handel," puffed Arthur. "You missed. I'm fine."

"Oh good, I wouldn't want to ruin your spotless record," replied Sir Handel. "Well, have a good day."

"Yes you too," chuffed Arthur, who felt relieved that he didn't get dirty, but also a little embarrassed.

Throughout the day, Arthur tried his best to avoid getting dirty, but for some reason, almost every time he was around someone or something, he narrowly missed getting dirty and managed get out of the way just in time. The more it happened, the more Arthur was getting paranoid, which was greatly upsetting him.

Later Arthur was having a rest and taking on water, feeling relieved that he could take a break from all the chaos that had been happening today. Then he saw Sir Topham Hatt arrive.

"Hello Arthur," he said.

"Hello sir," replied Arthur.

"I heard all about your hard work today and I'm pleased to hear it," said Sir Topham Hatt, "but I've also heard that you've been rather jumpy today as well. Is everything alright with you?"

"Oh yes, everything's fine sir," replied Arthur shyly. "There's no problems with me. Just a little anxious to work, that's all."

"Hmm, well if you say so, Arthur," said Sir Topham Hatt. "I just want to make sure that…" Then they suddenly heard coughing and growling noises and then they looked forward and saw Paxton coming into the wharf, his face looking as green as his paintwork.

"Oh hello…everyone," he panted. "Nice to see you, sir, and to see you again Arthur."

"Oh my, Paxton," exclaimed Sir Topham Hatt. "What on earth happened to you?"

"Um, I'm not really sure to tell you the truth sir," replied Paxton. "Cough But I'm sure it's nothing. Water probably got into my fuel, that's all. Just need a fresh can when I get the chance." Then Paxton coughed harder than ever and suddenly there was a loud growling and splutter, and then Paxton came to a complete stop.

"Oh dear, oh dear," sighed Sir Topham Hatt. "I'm afraid that sounds more than just water in your fuel, Paxton. You sound like you've broken down. You must go to the Dieselworks to be repaired."

"What? Aw, but sir," chuffed Paxton. "I still have work to do at the Blue Mountain Quarry. Who's going to take over my jobs there?"

Sir Topham Hatt paused. Then he slowly turned his attention to Arthur, who squirmed slightly. "Arthur, since you don't have any other jobs right now, how would you like to take over Paxton's work at the Blue Mountain Quarry for the rest of the afternoon?"

Arthur was nervous. He never been to the quarry before, but he knew from what the narrow gauge engines told him that it's a busy and dirty place and he really didn't want to go there. However, he didn't want to disappoint Paxton and Sir Topham Hatt either, so he took a deep breath and answered. "Yes sir, I would be happy to do that."

"Excellent, that's what I like to hear. I knew I could rely on you, Arthur," said Sir Topham Hatt proudly. "The quarry master should have all of Paxton's duties ready for you when you get there, so good luck and Paxton, I'll send for help to get you to the Dieselworks."

"Yes sir," said Paxton.

"Yes sir," said Arthur, then Sir Topham Hatt drove away.

Arthur was worried, Paxton noticed. "Oh don't you worry, Arthur," he soothed. "You'll love working at the Blue Mountain Quarry. There's plenty of work to keep you busy and there's loads of trucks for you to load and shunt. It'll be a dirty job though, but a careful engine like you should have no problem with that."

"That's what I'm afraid of," said Arthur quietly to himself.

"Huh? What was that?" asked Paxton.

"Oh nothing, just thinking to myself that's all," replied Arthur.

"Oh…okay then," said Paxton cheerfully. Then he coughed hard and a glob of oil squirted out and landed by Arthur.

"Aaah!" cried Arthur as he jumped.

Paxton was puzzled. "Are you okay, Arthur,?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," replied Arthur. "I, uh…thought I saw a bug, but i-it’s gone now." He smiled meekly, as Paxton just stared.

In a little while, Arthur was making his way to the Blue Mountain Quarry, not looking forward to what was in store for him there.

"Oh I'm sure to get dirty now," he thought. "I just hope it's not too busy and my work won't involve my paint getting messy." But he really had doubts of that.

Soon he arrived at the quarry and it was definitely busy and bustling everywhere and dust and rocks flew everywhere. Arthur was not forward to this at all.

Just then Luke came puffing up to him. "Oh hello there," he puffed. "Haven't seen you before. What's your name? And have you come to take Paxton's duties?"

"Uh yes, I have," replied Arthur, "and my name is Arthur, by the way."

"Ah so you're the Arthur the other engines have been talking about," exclaimed Luke. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you. I heard all about your spotless record and how you're so good at staying clean. That sounds very impressive. Don't know if you'll be able to keep it here since this is a rather dirty place, but maybe you can do it anyway."

Arthur tried to give a chuckle. "Well, I'm hoping I can," he said meekly.

Luke chuckled. "Don't you worry. I'm sure once you get started, you won't even be thinking about it and you’ll enjoy yourself here."

Then Duncan puffed up. "Oh what's this now?" chuffed Duncan cheekily. "Has someone come to sacrifice his spotless record to the dreaded filthiness of the Blue Mountain Quarry?"

Arthur glared. "No, I haven’t come to sacrifice anything, thank you Duncan," he scoffed. "I've come to take over Paxton's duties here, that's all."

"Huh, well if you're expecting to stay clean here, then think again," Duncan said, "because working here will get your paintwork dirty in no time, then your spotless record will be ruined once again." Duncan chuckled.

Then Skarloey came up. "Alright that's enough Duncan," he huffed. "You've already talked enough about Arthur today, now how about you get back to your jobs and actually do some work for a change?"

Duncan scoffed. "Fine Skarloey, I'll do that. Just having a wee bit of fun, that's all." Then he went back to work.

"I'm sorry about him," Skarloey said to Arthur. "He's been complaining all day about being clean and it's been rather annoying, but anyway, we're glad you're here, Arthur. Paxton still had quite a bit of work left to do here before he broke down, and we know we can rely on you to get them done."

"Well, I'm glad to help out, Skarloey," chuffed Arthur, who was trying not to reveal that he was nervous.

"That's good," said Skarloey, "and don't you worry. It's not hard work and you'll do splendidly, I'm sure. Now let's get back to work before any else happens." Then with that, he, Luke, and Arthur set to work at once.

Arthur was still feeling nervous as he worked and shunted, but he was determined to keep his paint clean no matter what. However, just like at the wharf, he found it difficult to do it at the quarry as well.

First as he was getting a train of empty trucks ready in a siding, he heard a rumbling coming from the tunnel beside him. Then suddenly, Luke came racing out with a train of rocks. Dust flew out everywhere.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Arthur, as he jumped.

"Oops, sorry Arthur," called Luke. "Didn't mean to surprise you."

"That's alright," chuffed Arthur, though he was feeling nervous still. Skarloey who was nearby saw this and was curious.

Next, Arthur was having his trucks loaded at Owen's platform. Owen lowered the trucks down to him and the workmen started moving the trucks into position to load Arthur's trucks. Arthur noticed that they were starting to load the trucks at the front of the train, right behind him. He became nervous again. Then as the workmen started tipping the trucks to load him up, the rocks started pouring out and dust flew out. Arthur lurched forward to avoid the dust and the rocks, but only manage to cause the rocks to fall out of the trucks and onto the rails.

"Oy! What was that for?" grumbled the workmen.

"You were supposed to wait until we were done loading to start moving again!" hissed another.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry," sighed Arthur. He felt most embarrassed.

Skarloey and Duncan witnessed this nearby. "Why is he being so jumpy today?" he asked Duncan. "It's not like him to behave like this. Is something bothering him?"

"Hmm, maybe he's just feeling paranoid about ruining his spotless record and getting a taste of what it's like to get dirty," suggested Duncan slyly. "He probably didn't know what he was getting into when he first arrived here and now he's learning the hard way of keeping his paint clean."

Skarloey scoffed. "Alright, you could have worded that better without sounded sinister, thank you Duncan," he huffed. "But all the same, you might be right about him feeling nervous about his paintwork. Maybe I'll try talking to him and see if I can calm him down." Then Skarloey puffed away.

Later, after having a train of trucks loaded, Arthur was moving them into a siding. Then he saw Skarloey puffing up to him.

"Say Arthur," chuffed Skarloey. "Your doing well so far, but I couldn't help and notice you seem to be rather jumpy today. Is everything alright with you?"

"Huh? Oh yes, I'm fine, thanks for asking Skarloey," replied Arthur. "I'm just…uh, a little anxious to work here, that's all."

"Hmm, well I'm glad to hear that," said Skarloey, "but are you sure that's it? Because I noticed every time you get near dust and rocks, you tend to move quickly and out of the way. Are you afraid of getting dirty?"

"What? No of course not," chuckled Arthur nervously, as he started backing up faster. "Why would I be worried about that? Yes I'm famous for having a spotless record, but I don't mind getting dirty. If dust gets me, then that's okay."

"Um Arthur," chuffed Skarloey slowly.

"No, no really," interrupted Arthur. "Dust and dirt is fine with me."

"Arthur," said Skarloey again, a little louder.

"No now listen to me, Skarloey," huffed Arthur. "I-am…"

"Arthur! Stop!" exclaimed Skarloey. "You're going to crash!"

Arthur looked behind him and saw he was coming to the loading shed. He braked hard, but the trucks surged into him and pushed him into the buffers and he stopped. Luckily he was okay, but then there was trouble. Arthur looked up and saw he was right underneath the chute, then he and Skarloey heard deep rumbling sound.

"Oh no!!!" cried Arthur, but it was too late. Rocks and gravel poured out everywhere, covering the big tank engine from roof to axle in rock dust. His paintwork was ruined once again.

"No!! My paintwork!" cried Arthur. "Oh I knew this was going to happen sooner or later, and now it's finally happened."

Skarloey chuffed up and Duncan came alongside. "Oh my, are you alright, Arthur?" asked Skarloey.

"Yes I'm fine," sighed Arthur, "but now my paintwork's all dirty and ruined again, and so is my spotless record. I'm sorry Skarloey, I was wrong: I was afraid of getting dirty again and now, it's gotten the best of me."

Duncan chuckled. "See? Didn't James and I tell you it's hard keeping your paintwork clean all the time? Especially in a busy, dirty area like this?" he teased. "Well it serves you right for thinking you could go all day doing that and maybe this will teach you…"

"Alright that's enough!" thundered Skarloey to Duncan. Duncan stopped talking immediately. Then Skarloey turned to Arthur. "Now Arthur, I'm glad to hear you're okay, and I'm sorry that you're paint got dirty again, but what's more important is that you're still able to work. Also in a way, Duncan is right. Working in a place like the quarry does make it difficult for an engine to keep its paint clean and they'll get dirty and filthy for sure. Didn't you know that before you came here?"

"Yes I did," puffed Arthur. "I just thought since I've always been good about staying clean that I could do it here as well, but I know now that staying clean is not always possible and getting dirty is an inevitable thing. Now I've ruined my spotless record again too. Huh, what a silly engine I am."

Skarloey smiled. "Cheer up, Arthur. It's not that bad. Yes, staying clean all the time is hard, but no one said it's impossible to get clean again." Arthur looked at Skarloey. "Arthur, I know you're upset about your record, but when we first met, I believe you were the one who told me after your first accident, that you and Thomas agreed that 'spotless records are made to be broken and then mended again'. Does that sound correct?"

Arthur paused for a moment, then smiled. "Yes that's true I did say that."

"And after that, you were cleaned again, right?" added Skarloey.

"I was," replied Arthur.

"And your record was mended again too…so to speak, right?" added Skarloey.

"It was indeed," agreed Arthur.

"And it wasn't so bad after all, was it?" finished Skarloey.

"No it wasn't," replied Arthur.

"So, there you see? You get dirty once in a while, but that's by no means a bad thing," explained Skarloey. "It can always be fixed afterwards and then you just start over again. All of us go through this, Arthur, and we just live on and move on from it. Even Duncan here has, right?"

Duncan paused for a moment and answered. "Yes I have," he sighed.

"See?" added Skarloey. "Also, when we try not to get dirty, then chances are we will get dirty, and I believe that's what Peter Sam told me you said earlier today, right Arthur?"

Arthur paused and blushed. "Yes, I did say that, and I was silly for not listening to my advice. I should have realized that as I was working today."

Skarloey smiled, just Peter Sam, who had managed to hear the last part of the conversation, came up. "And what was the piece of advice that I gave you too, Arthur?"

Arthur thought for a moment, then he answered. "What matters most is what you do best and not what you're trying to be, and in this case, I wasn't being myself and I was being too careful as I worked and then it led me to trouble. I should have carried on with my work regardless of everything and just been myself."

"That's right, Arthur," said Peter Sam.

"And the good thing is there's still time to make that happen," added Luke who came up behind them too, revealing he heard the conversation as well. "So what do you say, Arthur? Ready to start over again and be a really useful engine?"

Arthur smiled. "Yes Luke, I'm ready. I'm ready to work hard, be myself, and not worry about getting dirty." The little engines cheered.

Soon they were back at work and this time, Arthur didn't worry about getting his paint dirty again, not once. He just did his work correctly, while still being careful and didn't have another accident. He still got dirty a few times, but he didn't care. He just cared about getting his jobs done on time and being a really useful engine.

At last, evening came and all of the work at the quarry was finished. Arthur and the engines felt exhausted, but were pleased that the work was done.

"Phew," sighed Arthur. "I haven't worked that hard in years. This was actually quite exhilarating and fun."

Skarloey chuckled. "Happy to hear that, Arthur," he chuffed, "and getting dirty wasn't so bad after all, was it?"

"Not at all," smiled Arthur. "Getting dirty was worth it for this job and I have to admit, it is hard staying clean all the time, but hey, in the end what matters most is being a really useful engine."

"Quite right, Arthur," agreed Peter Sam. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

Duncan was silent for a moment, then he spoke. "Um Arthur, there's something I've been meaning to say to you."

"Yes Duncan?" chuffed Arthur.

"Well, earlier today when I was making fun of you about being afraid of getting dirty…I'm sorry," chuffed Duncan. "That was very rude of me and to be honest, I was jealous of your spotless record. I just wished that I was able to keep my paintwork as clean as yours since you always did such a good job of keeping it that way."

"That's alright Duncan," smiled Arthur. "I had a feeling that's why you and James behaved that way, and I'm sorry for saying you're not careful as well. I wasn't very careful myself today and I felt silly for that. No engine can be too careful or else they'll get into trouble, but the important thing is our work is done and there were no further delays."

"That's right," agreed Duncan.

"And do you know what also feels good at the end of the day of hard work?" added Peter Sam.

"What?" asked Arthur and Duncan.

"A good washdown too," chuckled Peter Sam. "What do you all say?"

The other engines agreed. "Superb idea, Peter Sam," agreed Skarloey. "Let's all head to the wharf together and get that washdown." The others agreed and then they started making their way to the wharf.

At the wharf, all them were soon being washed and polished and getting a good cleaning. Arthur felt particularly happy.

"Ah yes," he puffed. "Now this feels good."

"Indeed," agreed Skarloey. "Simply rewarding."

"And quite deserving," added Duncan.

"Best part of the day," Luke chimed in.

Just then they heard a whistle, and they all looked and saw a very dirty and grimy James puffing into the wharf and he did not look happy.

"Wow, what happened to you James," asked Peter Sam.

"Oh those silly trucks got me again," grumbled James. "All I was doing was trying to deliver a train of coal and then they had to go and push me and caused coal dust to fly all over me. Grr, why does Sir Topham Hatt always do this to me? Doesn't he know I'm too good for these jobs? Now my paintwork is all ruined again." Then he saw Arthur being cleaned. "Ha! And I see a certain spotless record engine's paintwork has been ruined as well. What happened Arthur? Worked in a dirty place for once and got a taste of your own medicine?"

"Yes I did James," retorted Arthur firmly.

James was surprised. "Um…what? Aren't you going to defend yourself?"

"Mmm, no don't have to," puffed Arthur. James was confused. "I'll admit I got a taste of my own medicine, James, but in this case, it was a good thing because I realize now that staying clean is hard to do no matter who you. In the end, what matters more than being clean or dirty or even having a spotless record is being a really useful engine, and I think even you know that, right James?"

James was speechless. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and didn't know what to say, then he gave up and answered. "Yes I know that," he sighed. "I just hate getting my nice red paint dirty that's all."

"Well the best thing to get over that, James," smiled Skarloey, "is getting a nice washdown."

"That's true," puffed James. "In that case, is there enough room for one more engine?"

The others laughed. "Of course, James," smiled Arthur. "Come right over and join in."

"Oh thank you," puffed James, and he went over to the other engines. "So Arthur, what exactly happened today that made you change your mind about your spotless record?"

Arthur chuckled. "Oh it's a long story, James my friend, and I'm happy to tell you all about it." So for the rest of the evening, Arthur told James all about his day and how he realized that being yourself is more important than being clean or dirty and having a spotless record can be ruined, but always mended again…until next time!

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  • A few references to the seventh season television series episode, The Spotless Record, are made in this episode.
  • A few references to the previous episode are made as well.
  • This is the first episode of The Many Adventures on the Island of Sodor series in which Rheneas appears, but does not speak.
    • This is also the first time in which Thomas and Mr. Percival are only mentioned and do not physically appear in an episode.

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