Thomas is a tank engine, who lives at a big station, on The Island Of Sodor. He's a cheeky engine with six small wheels, a short stumpy funnel, a short stumpy boiler and a short stumpy dome. He's a fussy little engine too, always pulling coaches about ready for the big engines to take on long journey. And when trains come in, he pulls the empty coaches away so that the big engines could go and rest. Thomas thinks no engine works as hard as he does. He loves playing tricks on them, including Gordon, the biggest and proudest engine of all. Thomas likes teasing  Gordon with his whistle.

The 1920s. Bigg City Port was the biggest harbour in the world. It was a time of change and great opportunity. Nobody knew it better than the hard working tugs, who's strength and big hearts made them popular with everybody from tramp steamers to ocean liners. Important jobs in the port often kept them working night and day. My tugs, The Starfleet, were no exception. I had three harbor tugs : O.J., a paddle steamer, Warrior and Big Mac. A railway tug, Top Hat. One little switcher, (chuckle) Ten Cents. And Hercules, my ocean going tug. They were a good crew, striving to be the best in the port, not always succeeding but proud of their work. I remember the day we got our first big break. It started like most......at dawn.

Theodore was promising young tug from a small harbor up the coast when he first putted into port : bright eyed and bushy bumpered.  Everything was new and exciting to the little tug. The Big Harbour was so.....well....big......and noisy. Theodore knew everybody would be waiting for him to get to work, so he hurried along to The Ocean Tug and Salvage Company, where he had been told to meet The Dispatcher. The Dispatcher was the one who gave the tugs their jobs.