Jim Button and Luke the Engine Driver

Portside.

There is something in the water!

Pull it up, you lazy dogs! Come on!

Come on, pull it up!

Be careful.

What do we have here?

Hey, Captain, look at this!

Where are you coming from?

That old boat will definitely pay us a fortune for you,

right, boys?

JIM BUTTON AND LUKE THE ENGINE DRIVER

The land where Luke the engine driver lived

was called Morrowland.

It was tiny.

It consisted mainly of two mountain tops.

A tall one and a smaller one.

Of course, there were houses in Morrowland, as well.

A normal one, and one with a shop.

Furthermore, there was a little train station at the foot of the mountain.

And high above, between the two peaks,

there was a castle.

Life was peaceful on the small island of Morrowland

until one day...

Yes, and this is how our story begins.

A package from the Wild 13.

Does a certain Mrs. Grindtooth live here?

Mrs. what? - Mrs. Whaat? That's me.

You are Mrs. Grindtooth? - I am Mrs. Whaat.

Mrs. Grindtooth? - Make way for His Majesty!

Could it be a subject

who doesn't pay taxes?

We'll never know what's inside

or to whom it belongs if we don't open it.

Holy cow!

What is that, Your Majesty?

Indeed, what is it?

This might as well be

the prettiest parcel I have seen in my entire life!

How mean!

If I find the guy who did this,

I'll give him a beating he'll never forget.

Mrs. Whaat, I hereby order you

to take care of the contents of this package.

I would love to, Your Highness! - But what should we call it?

The child needs a name.

Is it a male or a female subject?

Maybe we could...

I will check, Your Majesty.

A boy!

And what are we going to call him?

Pip...

I would call him Jim.

What do you think?

Jim? Yes?

Cake!

I want it!

You can't do that, this is the king.

Good day, Mrs. Whaat! - Mr. Sleeve, a good day to you!

...and pull.

We're about to go in!

Into the tunnel.

Here you go, Jim...

The next time it rips, you just button it up.

Oh,

a button.

Jim Button.

That is a nice name.

Thank you, Mom.

Good day, Mrs. Whaat!

Good day, Mr. Sleeve!

What can I do for you on this beautiful summer morning?

My dear, you were so friendly to offer me help.

Oh, right. You wanted me to mend and iron something for you.

Where is the piece?

A Sunday suit, two silken frock-coats,

three belly bands, four bow-ties,

and five pairs of woolen socks.

Woolen...

Underpants? - Yes.

How charming. Jim!

Be a dear and bring this into the storeroom.

But I have to help Luke.

Luke can wait another two minutes.

And please be careful, okay?

Sure, Mr. Sleeve.

This boy.

If he spent some more time reading and writing

and less time with engines...

He wouldn't be our Jim. Right, Mr. Sleeve?

You have a point there. Good day, Mrs. Whaat.

Good day, Mr. Sleeve.

The Wild 13...

Alright, Emma...

This will do you good.

Morning, Jim!

Can you hand me the bolt?

Hammer?

Screwdriver!

Right then, my girl.

I guess I needed that shower.

Why am I black and you, Mrs. Whaat, Mr. Sleeve

and King Alfons are not?

That's how we were born, son.

Oil can...

It's just pretend, isn't it?

What? - That Mrs. Whaat is my mother.

Who knows, maybe everything is pretend, Jim.

Maybe you and I and Emma are not really here.

But the fact that Mrs. Whaat loves you is not pretend.

Luke, where am I from?

Good morning. - Luke, this is your King

Alfons the Quarter to 12th - Oh, Your Highness.

I would like to have a word with you, if possible.

Yes, right away.

I have a personal audience with the king.

I better get going.

Yes, they are absolutely right!

My rear... Dear colleague.

Granting people the right to vote

was a hefty blow to us monarchs. Yes...

My audience.

I have to go.

Come in!

You wanted to see me, Your Highness.

My dear Luke.

Yes, indeed. Please, kneel.

Forget about that, no time for formalities. Please sit down.

Dear Luke.

Listen! I mean... Stop!

Morrowland may be tiny,

but it has the same problems as every other place.

Pollution, traffic jams and overpopulation.

And there is no way around it. We just have to do it.

What do we have to do?

I didn't mention it?

Emma has to go.

But as a sign of our appreciation of her many years of loyal service,

we will honor her with this award.

The Morrowland Medal.

Emma has to go?

That's what I said.

Never!

Luke?

It's either Emma or Jim.

But Jim is just a boy! - Yes, but how much longer?

Maybe one day he will want to marry and own a house and...

Where are we supposed to put that, Luke?

Once the train station and the train tracks are gone,

there will be enough space

that Jim can respite... I mean, reside there.

Yes, but... - We will find a quiet place for Emma,

a nice spot in the junkyard and...

There she can enjoy the rest of her life in peace and quiet.

After all, she is quite old.

And I mean, my existence, or excellence...

I mean, my humble self...

Well, whatever. Luke?

Luke?

He wants to throw her out, like garbage.

He thinks just because he's king,

he can do as he pleases.

It's about time we taught him a lesson.

What kind of lesson, Luke?

Do you know why trains travel on tracks?

So they stay on course.

If we leave, there'll be no more tracks.

Then Emma and I decide where we go.

and nobody can tell us what to do or just get rid of us.

Leave? Luke!

You don't mean that.

What am I supposed to do? Resist royal orders?

That would be high treason.

There must be a way.

There has to be a way.

Maybe he is right, Emma.

Morrowland is just too small for all of us.

No, old girl. They will not separate us.

Never.

We are leaving. You and I. The two of us.

And I'm coming, too!

What?

No way. - But I can help you.

We don't have enough room. - I don't need much room.

Way too dangerous! - I love danger!

Think about it, Jim.

Emma has to go so there is more room for you.

If you leave, Emma might as well stay here. It makes no sense!

But you and Emma are my best friends.

And if you think I'll just watch you leave Morrowland,

you've got another thing coming.

Besides, if we're already heading out into the world,

we might find out where I'm from.

It could be dangerous.

Nobody knows what awaits us out there.

Don't worry!

I'll watch out for you.

All right, girl.

Wait for me, Luke! I'm coming.

I thought you changed your mind.

There was something I needed to do first.