Original subtitles

[theme song playing]

♪ It's not easy being me ♪

♪ Wash your face And brush your hair ♪

♪ Nag, nag, nag It's just not fair ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

♪ So down with school I'm gonna rule ♪

♪ And when I'm king I'll do my thing ♪

♪ And then my life Would be so sweet ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

♪ Nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, ney ♪

♪ The Purple Hand Gang Rules, okay ♪

♪ It's so easy being me ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

[doorbell rings]

It's for me!

It's the postman.

He's got my special delivery DVD of Gross Class Zero Tops the Pops.

[Peter] Hello, Great-Aunt Greta. How nice to see you.

What? Where's my DVD?

Hello, Henrietta!

All ready for our trip to the park?

Oh, this isn't happening!

Have you forgotten my birthday treat?

A girls' afternoon out. Just you and me.

Please tell me this isn't happening!

I've brought my skipping rope. Nothing like a good old skip, eh, Henrietta?

[screams] No!

How not fair is this?

Peter gets to stay home and watch TV.

And I get to go to the park with my seriously weird aunt,

who thinks I'm a girl!

Hang on a minute. That's my package.

There you go, Peter dear.

Have fun watching your teenage DVD.

Oh, thank you, Great-Aunt Greta.

Come along, Henrietta.

[sighs] It's going to be a long day.

Uh, have we forgotten something, Henrietta?

Uh, yes. You've forgotten that I'm not a girl,

I'm a boy.

No, no. I meant my bag.

[grunting]

Oh, come on, Henrietta.

It's only got a few of my special rock cakes in it.

Not a very strong girly, are you, Henrietta?

No, Great-Aunt Greta, I am not a very strong girly.

Off we go!

Hey, wait for me!

-That's my girl, Henrietta. -[panting]

Keep up.

Hey! It's gone all dark!

[Margaret laughing] Well, well, well. Look what we've got here.

[laughing] Yeah, got here!

Ha! Need some help, Henry?

Yeah, help, Henry?

I'm asking the questions, Susan.

Yeah, I'm asking the questions... Uh...

Oh. Sorry, Margaret.

Ha! What a snot slime you are, Henry.

Can't even find your way out from under a blanket.

Yeah, under a blanket. [snorts]

What are you doing under there anyway, beetle buns?

Henrietta!

Is that your seriously weird Great-Aunt Greta?

Yeah. Uh, I mean no! She's not seriously weird.

Time for a rock cake, Henrietta.

She's seriously weird.

Get lost, bogey-brain.

Oh, come on, Susan. Not worth wasting any more brain cells on this loser.

Yeah, not worth wasting.

Come on, Susan. We haven't got time for all that.

Good riddance!

Ah. That's where I put the sandwiches. [chuckles]

Want one, Henrietta?

[sighs wearily] Here goes.

What's in these sandwiches?

Sand, of course. That's why they are called sandwiches.

Seriously weird.

Do you like skipping, Henrietta?

Oh, I used to love it when I was a girl.

Um...

Oh, come on, Henrietta. You can go faster than that!

[laughing] Faster. Faster!

[panting]

All right, all right.

[Henry] Sorry. Can't stop now. I'm turning the rope for my seriously weird aunt!

Hmm, who would that be then?

Wha--Oh. You made me jump!

[laughing] So, you think I'm seriously weird, do you?

Well, I, uh...

Come on, Henrietta. Your turn.

What? You mean me, jump over that?

Oh, yes. Don't you worry. I'll turn the rope very slowly.

Oh, okay then.

To start with. [laughs slyly]

Oh, no. I see Bill. I can't let him see me skipping.

Oh, look, Great-Aunt Greta, a-a pterodactyl.

What was that?

That was a pterodactyl.

A pterodactyl, you mad old lady.

Oh, yes. it was definitely a pterodactyl.

[imitating]

Did you see it go?

[imitating]

Er, uh, come on, Bill. Uh, we got an appointment with, er, your school headmaster.

[continues imitating]

Phew, that was close.

It's all right, Henrietta. You can come out now.

Well, I can't say I blame you for trying to avoid that horrid boy.

Now, let's see you jump, Henrietta.

[sighs]

Hmm. That's my girl.

Now, let's try it a little bit faster, shall we?

[grunting]

This is actually quite fun!

Whoa!

[giggling] Isn't this fun, Henrietta?

[groaning] Help!

Oh, Great-Aunt Greta, stop!

Stop? Oh, no, Henrietta. You're doing so well!

I'm finding it, oh, so fun...

What's that, Henrietta? You'd like something to drink?

-Oh. -Of course you could have something to drink.

I've got some of my favorite homemade lemonade in the basket.

I'll just get it.

[Henry screaming]

[dog yelps]

Henry. Is that you?

Uh, yeah. I'm just out for a little walk.

A little fly more like. You came out of nowhere.

[lisping] I love you, Henry.

Uh, yeah. Thank you.

[Lily kissing]

[laughing] She's just like a little dog.

-[Lily continues kissing] -Yes, thank you, Nick.

Talking of dogs...

Where's wittle Wagner?

[dog whimpering]

Uh, I think I found him.

I didn't mean to land on Wittle Wagner, honest.

Oh, I shouldn't worry about that, Henrietta.

He'll be right as rain once they've got his paw out of his ear.

[slurping] Hmm,

This lemonade's really nice, Great-Aunt Greta.

Time for a rock cake.

No, thanks. Not just yet, Great-Aunt Greta.

My, my. Look at the time.

Time flies when you're having fun,

[slurping]

-Shall we go then? -Not so fast, Henrietta!

There's something we haven't done yet.

What's that?

Your skipping lesson.

My skipping lesson?

I give up.

That's my girl.

Well, then, legs lift and sideways jump and up, down and all around.

So I said to her, I said, "If you think that gives you the right to be

sub-junior lieutenant commander, then you've got another think..."

Ah! What is that?

And spin, Henrietta.

Hey snot slime!

[Great-Aunt Greta] Try a train through the tunnel, now, Henrietta.

Choo-choo!

Ha! Bet you can't do that, bogey-brain.

Wouldn't want to. That is seriously weird.

Come on, Gurinder. We're leaving.

[giggles]

Ready for a rock cake now, Henrietta?

Hmm, I don't mind if I do, Great-Aunt Greta

Uh, what's in it?

Flour, butter, sugar, raisins...

[laughs] All right.

[crunching]

Still think I'm seriously weird, Henrietta?

Hmm, yes. But I like it that way.

...and then when the water reaches 100 degrees Celsius,

you can make a nice cup of tea.

[children clamoring]

[softly] Meet you at the climbing frame at break time.

[softly] Meet you at the climbing frame at break time.

Get lost, snail-brain. The climbing frame is ours.

And then you can dunk your biscuits in it.

No, it's not. It's ours.

-Ours. -Ours.

Ours, ours, ours.

Ours, ours, ours.

Margaret, Henry, straight to Miss Oddbod's office after class.

No!

Oh, come on, come on!

I've got a climbing frame to get to.

[scoffs] Not if I have anything to do with it.

Oh, yeah. You and whose army?

Me and my army, Mr. Bossy Big Boots.

My girl power army. AKA the Secret Club.

Oh, yeah? The Purple Hand Gang

could beat the Secret Club anytime.

That's what you think, Henry.

It's covered in girls!

So, Henry, you were saying...

We can't let them get away with this.

[blowing raspberries]

What are we gonna do now, Henry?

We're going to reclaim our climbing frame.

Come on, Henry. Let's play football.

They're not worth it.

Today, the climbing frame, tomorrow, the world!

-What does that mean? -I don't know.

We will fight them on the playground.

We will fight them on the playing field!

We will fight them on the...

[all sniggering]

Oye, you lot!

Oh, sorry, Henry. Didn't know how long you'd be.

See what I have to put up with?

What you gonna do now, Henry?

We'll be back.

This ain't over, till it's over.

[bell ringing]

Lunchtime, girls.

What do we want?

[all] Our climbing frame back.

When do we want it?

[all] Er, um...

[gasps] Where have they all gone?

Who cares? Victory is ours!

I know where they've gone. Look, it's lunchtime.

[children clamoring]

Hey, come on!

If we go to lunch now, we'll never get the climbing frame back!

Don't let them get the better of you now.

[Graham] Oh, I can see stew. Lots of it.

Oh, I'm so hungry, I could even eat stew today.

What's for pudding, Graham?

More stew.

Stew?

Stew!

Oh, all right then. We'll go to lunch.

[Henry] Bert, you're in charge while we're gone.

Erm...

Any reason why not?

I don't know.

Exactly.

It's just till we get back.

And remember, don't let anyone on the climbing frame while we're gone,

especially girls.

Are you saying we can't go on there?

Why not?

Er, I don't know.

It's lunchtime, Bert.

Aren't you going to have any lunch?

Er, I don't know.

Er, I don't know.

Come on, we've got to hurry!

Hey, Bert, enjoy the stew.

Hold a minute.

If Bert's going to lunch, then who's guarding the climbing frame?

I don't know!

[girls giggling]

Na, na, na, na, na.

[grunting] This time, it's personal.

This is just a small setback, Leader of the Purple Hand Gang.

Look!

The climbing frame is here.

The girls have viewpoints from here, here and here.

But, there's a small gap here, which leaves them vulnerable to attack.

Then, let's do it.

[sniggering]

Ambush!

Run away!

When the going gets tough...

The tough get going.

[squeaking]

Hey!

Oye!

Come back with that, you horrible little boy!

[squeaks]

Ah-ha! Way to go!

[boys gasping]

[all groaning]

The Stinkinator 5000, a mix of skunk, cow pat and sweaty socks.

If this doesn't shift them, nothing will.

[hissing]

I love the smell of stink bombs in the playground

Hmm, don't you just love the smell of perfume in the playground, Henry?

Yeah, Henry.

[coughing]

I'll get you off our climbing frame

if it's the last thing I do, you mealy old maggot!

[laughing] Oh, this is so much fun.

We all love the climbing frame. It's just for us.

Yeah, just for us.

Time to give up, Henry.

Never!

Then come and see what Brian's got in store for the enemy next,

Lord High Majesty of the Purple Hand Gang.

Your beat box?

What are you going to do? Dance with them?

Um, I've made just a few adjustments.

One thousand gigawatts of power,

super sub-woofer, bone crushing bass

and a treble range that only animals can hear.

This is no ordinary beat box,

this is the 500 decibels sonic defense system.

The deci soni what?

It goes all the way up to 11. Listen to this!

[loud music playing]

This is brilliant!

[shouting] What?

This is brilliant!

I can't hear you!

[louder music playing]

[all screaming]

[Miss Oddbod] Henry!

Margaret!

I understand you two are here because you've been arguing again.

[both] Yes, Miss Oddbod.

And let me guess what you have been arguing about.

Could it possibly have been who gets to go on the climbing frame?

[both] Yes, Miss Oddbod.

Into my office. Now!

She started it.

It was all his fault.

-It's our climbing frame! -No, it's not!

-It's ours! -Isn't!

-Is! -Isn't, isn't, isn't!

Is, is, is!

Be quiet!

I shall decide who gets to go on the climbing frame and when.

[both gasping]

[Miss Oddbod] The rota will go like this.

-Rota? -What rota?

This rota.

The girls will have Mondays and Wednesdays...

Yay!

...and the boys will have Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Ah-ha! Way to go!

Wait a minute. What about Fridays?

[gasps] Today's Friday.

[both scream] No!

Oh, I haven't got time for that now.

You can carry on outside.

There's always the weekend.

[screams] No!

[theme music playing]