Horrid Henry: The Movie Page #3

in Brickhouse.

Why don't you take a look?

We'll think about it, Ruby. I promise.

I'm not going to that

mouldy old Brickhouse.

Ha! Think they'd have a horrid boy like you?

Shut up! Do you know

how stuck-up you sound?

Oh, sorry.

Not again.

It doesn't matter. Don't be silly.

Ooh, I am starving.

Anything left for me?

Ah.

O- o-oh.

Ugh...

Er... Ooh.

Eugh-yuk.

What?

Bed, Henry. Now.

Hello. Ashton 5-8-6.

Oh, how lovely to hear from you,

Great Aunt Greta.

Great Aunt Greta? She thinks I'm a girl.

Yes, yes. Henrietta is fine.

See?

Well, yes, it does seem as though

Ashton Primary School is in trouble.

Oh.

Oh. Right.

OK. Goodbye, then.

Bad news?

No. Rather good news, actually.

Great Aunt Greta

heard about Ashton Primary,

so she's booked Peter in

for the Brickhouse try-out day.

We can't afford to send the boys there.

She says she'll pay for him to go.

Oh. What about Henry?

Great Aunt Greta has something else in

mind for Henry to try out.

No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

So spirited, just like in my day.

Go Giddiantus!

- They're all girls!

- That's right, dear. Lots of curls.

I found this in my attic.

It's yours now, Henrietta.

Just what I always wanted.

Om you go, Henrietta,

and show them what you're made of.

Agh!

Eugh! It's a boy!

Yuk. Shall we put it out of its misery?

Later, loser.

- Enter at your peril, boy.

- Yeah, watch out.

Stuck in a girls' school.

Could life get any worse?

I said we would be late

and now we are late.

We're always late

and it's always your fault.

But, sweetness...

Don't you sweetness me.

Just give me my stuff.

Oh, sorry, my precious.

At least there won't be any smelly boys...

Oh, great! What's he doing?

Well... bird brain.

I asked you a question.

Erm... my Great Aunt Greta

thinks I'm a girl.

That figures.

Just don't expect me to sit next to you,

toad breath.

Oh, my goodness.

They know there's a boy here.

What? What did you say?

I can't hear you.

I think they're after you.

Run away!

Huh?

Miss Battle-Axe?

Oh, Henry, you horrid boy.

Margaret?

Margaret?

Margaret?

Margaret?

Is this your idea of a joke?

Ssh.

Don't even think about laughing.

Why is there a boy?

Get the boy.

Get the boy!

Quickly! Run!

Yes, of course, school inspectors,

I've got all your money.

Must go now. Have to welcome

new pupils from Ashton Primary.

Welcome one, welcome all.

OK, here we are.

Right. Ready to go, then, Peter?

Yes, Dad. It looks... very big, though.

Don't worry.

You'll be OK once you get in there.

OK.

Miss Lovely!

Peter. What a lovely surprise.

What are you doing here, Miss Lovely?

I've come to see the headmaster.

- About getting a job here?

- Well, yes.

That would be oh, so lovely.

I'm having a try-out day today.

Well, how lovely is that?

Shall we, Peter?

Bye, then.

Welcome to Brickhouse School.

Here at Brickhouse, we pride ourselves on

tradition and accomplishment.

And we also encourage every child

to make a contribution

to the glory of our school.

Yah, we do.

Get Down

# Whoa ah oh

# I can't slow down,

slow down, slow down

# You're making my heart stop beating

# Please don't let me down

# Don't let me down

# So let's stop pretending

# And drop the small talk now

# Whoa ah oh

# Can we get down,

get down, get down

# And drop the small talk

# Whoa ah oh

# I can't slow down,

slow down, slow down

# You're making my heart stop beating

# Please don't let me down

# Don't let me down

# So let's stop pretending

# And drop the small talk now

Thank you.

Thank you.

Right. Peter.

Why don't you show us what you can do?

Come along.

Come along, don't be shy.

Good boy.

Sing something, Peter.

Something lovely.

# Frre Jacques

# Frre Jacques

# Dormez-vous

# Dormez-vous...

How dare you show up here?

# Sonnez les matines

# Ding dang dong

# Ding dang dong

Close the door!

Finished, Peter?

No, there's another verse.

# Frre Jacques

# Frre Jacques

# Mama's callin', Mama's callin'

# Come a-home to Nashville,

come a-home to Nashville

# Yee hi yay

# Yee hi yay

...Ashton closes down with the worst school

report ever - the rest of your money.

It's perfectly simple. I've explained it

to you a hundred times.

A series of disasters occurs at the school.

The authorities give it such a low rating

Miss Oddbod will have to close it down.

Ah, Miss Lovely.

# Frre Jacques

# Frre Jacques

# Where are you?

# Where are you?

# Bedtime is for babies

# Bedtime is for babies

# Get up now

# Get up now

# Jack my brother, Jack my brother

# Do you sleep? Do you sleep?

# For it is the morning,

for it is the morning

# 'Tis my song, 'tis my song

# Oh, oh, oh

# Oh

Bravo!

Well, well, Peter, you seem to have

impressed us all.

Is it time to go now, Miss Lovely?

Miss Lovely and I will have a chat

while you tour the school.

Your Good As Gold book, Peter.

My Good As Gold book?

- Take care of it, Peter.

- I will, Miss Lovely.

Aaaaagh!

I am never, ever going to that school,

even if my dad pays double

for them to have me. I mean...

Er... Henry.

You can let go of my hand now.

Eugh!

Things were getting really serious.

It was time for an emergency meeting of

the Purple Hand Gang.

Why have we got to save the school?

What are we gonna do, Henry?

If our school closes down,

we're all in trouble.

I thought you'd be happy

ifthe school closed.

Normally I would be. Very happy.

Exactly. Cos Ashton Primary's mega-horrible.

I dunno.

Miss Oddbod confiscates

everything in sight.

And Soggy Sid always makes you do

- Yeah, he does.

- When it's snowing.

You're missing the point.

The Demon Dinner lady

confiscates our snacks.

I know!

So why do you wanna save it, then, Henry?

Because...

...because...

...because... it's not Brickhouse

or Our Lady Giddiantus.

And that means, it's ours.

Yeah, it's ours.

It may be all the things you said

and way more, too,

but it's our school and we can't let

anyone take that away from us.

He's right.

Remember our school motto?

Ad...

Ad solum esperanto.

Ad solum esperanto!

So how are we gonna save the school, Henry?

Er... Oh, I dunno.

You are such a dingbat, Henry.

What's she doing here?

To help you come up with a plan

to save the school.

I thought we were supposed

to be coming up with a plan

to get back into the talent contest, Henry.

Yeah, we were.

Eureka! That's it!

- That's what, Henry?

- That's it! The talent contest.

You know what?

Here's what we're gonna do.

We'll get back into the talent contest,

we win it, and then we'll be famous!

What? So famous that

they can't close the school down?

Well, it might just work.

And no-one has to go

to that Brickhouse.

Or Our Lady Giddiantus.

So we just have to win

the talent contest?

That's right.

But you're not

in the talent contest, Henry.

You leave that bit to me,

Lord High Majesty ofthe Purple Hand Gang.

Yeah. Go Zero Zombies!

- All clear, Brian.

- Oh, good.

Good luck, Brian.

Thank you.

Brian's in.

Amazing.

In we go. That's it. Show your tickets.

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