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| - This is a transcript of the second episode in the Horrid Henry first series: "Moody Margaret Moves In" The synopsis, plot, characters and trivia could be found in this link: Moody Margaret Moves In (episode) Peter: [in a dust bin] It-it would be easy to find your twenty pence, Henry. There must be a billion chance in here. [Henry bangs the lid on Peter's head] Ouch! Henry: Make that a billion and one. Henry's mother: Henry! Have you seen Peter? [walks towards him] Henry: Peter? Errmm... [looked thoughtful] Let me think. Henry's mother: I need to talk to you both. Margaret's coming to stay. Henry: [shocked] Moody Margaret? Coming to stay here? Henry's mother: Yes. While her parents are on a holiday. Peter: Ooh, goody! [he popped out of the garbage can, much to his mother's surprise] I love having guests! Henry's mother: [gasps] Henry! How could you be... [takes Peter out of the garbage can] so horrid? Henry: I was just tidying up. Henry's mother: But... [swept dust from Peter's clothes] but... [Peter took a banana peel and dropped it on the floor] No pocket money for a month. And as you were so horrid to Peter, Margaret... [pointed at Henry] ...can have your room. Henry: My room? NOOOOOOOOOO! Henry's father: Now, I expect both of you to make Margaret's stay a pleasant one. [Henry scoffs] Shall I run through the basics of hospitality again, Henry? Peter: [the doorbell rings] Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo! [stands up and runs to the door] She's here! [Their parents ran to the door but Henry stayed on the sofa] Henry: There should be a law about who gets to stay in your room. She's gonna spy my things! Play with my toys! Read my comics! Margaret's mother: Thanks so much for having Margaret to stay. [puts down Margaret's trumpet then her pillows] She's such a little angel. [looked dotingly at Margaret and rubbed her face] Isn't that right, precious? Margaret: Yes, Mum. Peter: Welcome to our home! [speaking to Margaret's father] May I take those? [Margaret's father handed the three cardboard boxes to Peter and Peter grunted] [speaking to Margaret] You're sleeping in... Henry's room. [as he walks out] But don't worry... I've cleaned it. Margaret's father: She'll be no trouble. [walks towards Margaret] Margaret's polite, eats everything and never complains. [rubs Margaret's nose] Good as gold, aren't you, precious? [Margaret giggles] Margaret's mother: [waves] See you in a week's time! [walks out, followed by Margaret's father] Margaret: [looked triumphantly at Henry] Henry. Henry: [glares at her and grits his teeth] Margaret. Margaret: [haughtily] I'm the guest. So you better be polite. [drops her bags on Henry's feet] Henry: Ouch! Margaret: Aaah! [claps her hands together, then pick up her pillows] Show me to my room. Henry: [angrily] It's my room. Henry's mother: [as her husband shuts the door] We hope that you will be very comfortable here, Margaret. Margaret: [with her eyes closed] There's too much dust. I'm allergic to dust. A-choo. Henry's mother: Oh, dear. But don't worry; we'll vacuum. Henry and his father: [in unison] We will? [looked at each other, then Henry continued heaving the bags up the stairs] Margaret: Er, I always eat at 6 o' clock at my house. [looks at her watch] It's 6 o' clock. I'm hungry. Henry's mother: [looked at her husband] Fine. We'll eat early. Peter: Watch out! Henry: Peter! Those things belong to our guest. You should be more careful. [sniggers] Henry's father: For you, Margaret. [about to give Margaret a spoonful of sprouts] Margaret: I don't like sprouts. And I like my corn off the cob. Henry's mother: Fine. Give it to me. Margaret: And put the corn... [passes the plate to Peter] ... on a separate plate. I don't like vegetables touching my meat. Henry: [puts his fork down] Yeah! [pointed at Margaret] Put Margaret in a separate room. I don't like looking at her. Margaret: [gasps] Ouch! Henry kicked me! [started fake crying] Henry: [bangs on the table] No, I didn't! Peter: [with his eyes closed] This is so embarrassing. Henry's mother: [puts Margaret's plate on the table] Oh, don't be horrid, Henry. Henry: When I'm king, I'll... [scene cuts to "King Henry" jumping on Margaret, who happens to be a trampoline] ...show her who's... who's... King... [scene fades back to show Henry bouncing a sprout on his spoon] Henry's mother: Henry! Stop playing with your food! Henry's mother: Henry... Henry's father: You've already lost your pocket money for one month already, Henry. We can make it two if you don't stop behaving now. Henry: [as Margaret blew off smoke on her spoon and twirled it] Grrr!! Peter: Good night, Bunny. [kisses the soft toy] Henry: Augh! [mimicking] Good night, Bunny! Oh, yuck! [He puts down his radio then pulled up the blanket. There, he saw a spider.] AAAAHHH!! [Peter was startled and stared at Henry and Henry looked at the door. The door closed abruptly and Margaret's laughter was heard.] Margaret! [picked up the toy spider and dangled it in front of Peter] Peter: AAAAHHH!! Get it off! [flailed his arms about] Henry: Margaret did this, Peter. Why don't you tell Mum and get Margaret into trouble for a change? Peter: Tell on the guest? I-I couldn't. It's bad manners. Henry: Bad manners? You're a wormy worm. She's in there, snooping through all my stuff! [his 'Eureka' moment strikes] EUREKA! THAT'S IT! Yes! Margaret is our guest. If she wants to snoop, then it's my duty to make it easier for her. [took off his slippers and climbed into bed] Tomorrow is going to be The Return Of Henry. [snickers] Henry's father: What? Henry's mother: Stop it! Stop it at once! [Henry switched off his radio, and Margaret stopped playing] Oh, for goodness sake! It's 6 o' clock in the morning! Margaret: I always wake up 6 o' clock. And I always practise before breakfast. [blew yet another chord] Henry's mother: Fine. Then let's go downstairs and make you breakfast right now. Henry: All clear! Operation Bye-bye Margaret is a go! [somersaults towards 'now Margaret's room', then looked at the staircase for the last time. He walked into the room] Eww... Girl stuff! In my room! [From under his bed, Henry grabbed the black box with a skull marked on it and put it on his bed. He opened it, then took out a red notebook. Meanwhile, Margaret had had her breakfast and about to go up. Then, Henry was scribbling away in the book. Margaret took a few more steps while Henry was almost finished. Margaret finally reached the second floor, and opened the door.] Margaret: Hey! What are you doing? Henry: Nothing! Err... nothing. I'm err... just writing in my diary. [pointed at the book] Margaret: Diary? Ooh! [walked towards Henry] I didn't know you had a diary. [started to read] Henry: [closes the book] It's secret. My secret thoughts. Not to be written by the lights of you. [puts the diary in the box] Which is why I keep it in this box, [holds the key up] which I lock with this key. [kicks the box under the bed] And that's where it stays! Now, if you'd excuse me, I have teeth to clean. [intentionally misses the key and drops it on the floor and walks out. Margaret saw the key, then made sure that Henry closed the door before picking it up.] Henry: [peeks through the keyhole] Once a snoop, always a snoop. [snickers] Margaret: [having taken the diary out] Dear Diary, I really really wonder that she's gonna put Peter into the rubbish bin. [emerges from under the bed] Ooh! Peter will never tell on a guest! So I'll be blamed, and really, really punished! My life would be over, and it'd be all Margaret's fault! [sniggers] Peter: When I said your wish is my command, this wasn't exactly what I have in mind. Margaret: What are you going to do? Tell? Peter: I would never tell on a guest! Margaret: Ah! Good! Watch your fingers. [slams the lid on the bin] Oh! [to the garbage man] Over here! Don't forget this one! [points to the bin] [The garbage men came down to get ready to empty the bin] Na-na-na-na-na, Henry's gonna get it! [chuckles] Henry: [watching at the window. He snickered then went to the computer] Operation Bye-bye Margaret: Phase 2! [starts typing] Email... send! [taps on a button. Just then, his mother walked past.] Henry's mother: Henry? Have you seen Peter? Henry: Yes! [turns around] He's gone to the dump, because he's rubbish. Henry's mother: [as her husband follows] Peter! Peter! Peter! Henry: [claps his hands together, then took both sides of the cloth. He tied it, then dumped it on the table] Operation Bye-bye Margaret:... [pushes the cloth out the window] ...Phase 3! Henry's mother: Henry. I warned you what would happen if you did this again. Henry: I didn't do it! Ask Peter who did it! Henry's father: Well? Peter: Errmm... Margaret: Remember: Never tell on a guest! Henry: Remember: Never tell a lie! Peter: [faces Henry] You were right. I have to tell the truth. It was... Margaret! Henry's mother: [shocked] Margaret! How could you be so horrid? Margaret: [groans and points at Henry] You set me up. Henry: And why did you throw my stuff out the window? Margaret: I did what? Henry's father: You did what? Henry's mother: This is disgraceful behavior, young lady. If your parents were here,... [points to the door] ...you would be on your way home. [the doorbell rings] Henry: Hold that thought! Henry's father: Oh, who can that be? [Margaret hopped off the chair and her hosts walked towards the door] Margaret's father: We're so sorry Margaret's been causing trouble! Margaret's mother: We came as soon as we got your email. Henry's father: [turns to his wife] What email? [they glanced at Henry who was whistling] Margaret's father: Don't think you wouldn't be punished, young lady! Margaret: But... Margaret's mother: You're coming home with us right now! Henry: [waves] I'll have your stuff sent over. [Margaret growls as the door closes] Henry's father: She's... gone! Henry's mother: Yes! Henry's father: [to Henry] You sent that email, didn't you? Henry: You know what this means, don't you? No sweets for 10 years! No TV until I can drive! But it was worth it. Yes, I sent the email. Henry's mother: [clears her throat] Well... that was... a really horrid thing to do Henry, so... erm... [looks at her husband then back at Henry] ... Go to your room. Henry: Go to my room? That's it? Henry's father: Yes. Go to your room. Henry: My room! [He ran up the stairs two at a time, and his parents chuckled] Sweetest words are never spoken. [He entered the room, then slams the door. The screen then fades to black]
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