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[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 ♪

[mum] Henry...

[gasps]

Oh, Henry!

[TV playing]

[chomping]

Right!

[clicking TV off]

Hey! I was watching that.

Not any more, you're not. Just look at this mess.

It's just a few crumbs.

Right, that's it! No more TV for the whole weekend.

But it's the wacky and wild Gross Class Zero weekend.

All weekend.

Well, now it's the wacky and wild

clean-up weekend instead.

[screaming]

Maybe I can sneak in a bit of Gross Class Zero while mom's upstairs.

And where do you think you're going?

-Um... -If you've finished cleaning the kitchen,

which I very much doubt,

then you can go up and tidy your bedroom.

Oh...

Hang on a minute. Where are you going?

To tidy my bedroom.

Oh, it's just not fair.

Why do grownups always boss us kids around?

Mm, yum. Vegetable stew.

Come on, Henry.

Eat your vegetables.

-Why? -Because...

Well, it's not fair.

You grownups get to eat whatever you like but we don't.

I like vegetable stew.

Who asked you, worm?

Don't be horrid, Henry.

See what I mean?

Hello and welcome to the big day.

Today, Lonely Ro will be taking you, down under.

Oh, please, please, can we turn on the--

[yawning]

I'm going up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire now.

Come on, Henry, it's your bedtime too.

But that's not fair.

I shouldn't be going to bed at the same time as the worm.

Says who?

Says me, that's who.

I suppose what I say doesn't matter, 'cause I'm just a kid.

Luckily Mom and Dad don't know about Gross Class Zero Capture.

[TV playing]

...that he was never gonna get away unless he swapped lives with Barbara...

[Dad] Wake up. Wake up, now.

What is it?

I can't find my work shoes,

and my Tingly Toothbrush annual report's gone missing too.

What? What are you asking me for?

'Cause you're supposed to know where they are.

And I spilled tickle-treats all over the floor in the kitchen.

Why don't you clean them up then?

Not my job. You're the grown-up.

I am?

Um, what do I do now?

You're supposed to be getting me my breakfast.

Oh, right!

Oh, slow down.

You're making a real mess.

Do I have to go to work today?

Yes, of course you have to go to work today

otherwise, how will you have enough money to buy me things.

[humming]

Oh, at last.

Maybe the worm could work out what's going on?

Morning, Dad.

[slurping]

Got out of bed the wrong side as usual, I see.

-Peter? -Yes, Henry.

Have you noticed anything different, about today?

No. Oh, yes. Mom's not up yet.

And she needs to leave for work in precisely three minutes.

What? I'd better tell her.

Good luck with that, Henry.

Time to get up.

[mom moaning]

Mom, it's time to get up.

[more moaning]

I don't believe I'm going to have to do this.

[screaming] No!

Whoa.

So you found your shoes, then?

Yes. They were in the bin.

Typical.

Can you help me tie my tie?

But I've got to get myself ready for school.

Oh, go on.

It won't take you long, and you know, I can't do it.

And anyway, if you don't do it,

I'll throw a tantrum and scream and scream and...

All right, all right, I'll have a go.

Thanks for breakfast, Henry.

Um? I didn't make you any breakfast.

I know. But thank you anyway.

There. Finished.

Oh, thanks, Henry.

You have to tidy up your things, Dad.

Otherwise, you'll fall over again.

Don't want to. Won't!

Oh, then I'll do it for you.

Hey, where are you going?

To school, of course.

But you can't go without me.

Oh, you'll be ages, getting these two off to work.

I can't be late for school, you know that.

Bye.

Thanks, worm.

Right. I think I'm ready to go to work now.

Are you sure, Dad?

Yeah.

Well, I don't really want to go, of course.

'Cause bossy Bob's always picking on me.

And I never get first in the queue for donuts at tea break.

And those toothbrushes can be really rough on your hands.

I know. It's really horrible, isn't it?

Now off you go. See you this evening.

[Henry sighs]

I'm hungry.

Mom, you're going to be really late for work.

Don't care!

I'm hungry.

[sighing] Oh, then let's get you some breakfast.

Eggs?

Hot dogs?

Pasta?

Toast?

Ugh, what's this green thing?

Mm. It's goody, goody, green stuff, of course.

Oh yeah. Do you want some of that then?

No.

But you love goody, goody green stuff.

You eat it all the time.

Not anymore, I don't.

Now, I eat crisps.

You can't just eat crisps for breakfast.

-Why not? -Because...

Because you're a mom.

Moms don't eat crisps for breakfast.

Watch me.

Oh, so that's where she hides the crisps.

-I'm off. -Where to?

Duh. Work.

At last. Come on then.

Wait, don't you want your coat?

Don't need it.

Well, you're always telling me to wear a coat.

I don't care.

I am not wearing a smelly coat.

Well, how about these?

Nope. Not wearing those smelly things, neither.

Where are you going now?

Ugh. I forgot my stuff.

Hold on.

Those are my Gross Class Zero comics.

No, they're not.

Don't do that.

Oh! Don't do that either.

Oh, at last!

[teasing] Nyah ne ne ne ne.

Grown-ups today, they're so rude.

School's going to seem quite normal after all that.

Give me that back.

It's not fair.

It's mine. I had it first. You took it.

-Did not. -Hey, stop that.

Mine!

No, mine.

I don't think I could take much more of this.

[TV playing]

...restored to their rightful bodies and all was well with the world again.

[yawning]

Henry, just what do you think you're doing?

Oh, I stayed up all night watching

Gross Class Zero Capture on the computer.

-What? -Are you mad with me?

Mad doesn't even begin to describe it.

Get upstairs right now.

You know, I like things just the way they are.

Kids rule, okay? [laughs]

[mum sighs]

[children squabbling]

Right then, let's try that again, shall we?

I'm going to turn around right now and leave this classroom.

And then I'm going to come back in

and you'd better all be in your places, or else.

[children chattering]

-Henry! -Oops.

Oops indeed, Henry.

[yelling] No!

Oh, enter.

I need a word with you, Cynthia.

Of course, Boudica.

What can I do for you?

Those children. I think I may be losing my grip.

Sit down, Boudica. I'm sure we can work something out.

...and then the cat sat on the mat.

Oh, Miss Battle-Axe!

I thought I was taking reading time for you today.

You are? Thank you, Miss Lovely.

I've just come to tell my class something.

[fake coughing] I am going away.

And I may be away for some time.

I'm going on holiday.

A holiday, Miss Battle-Axe?

Yes William, a holiday.

But we'll miss you, Miss Battle-Axe.

Won't we, everyone?

Thank you, William.

However, I can assure you that I won't miss you.

Yes, Henry?

Does that mean we get a holiday too, Miss?

No, it certainly does not.

Your temporary teacher will be with you,

first thing tomorrow.

[children chattering]

[indistinct voice on phone]

I see. Well, thank you very much, anyhow.

-[cat purring] -Yes Tiddles, I know it's time to go home.

But I've still got to find a temporary teacher

to cover Miss Battle-Axe's class.

Um, Mr. Nurgen.

I wonder if he'd consider coming back

just for a little while.

[indistinct voice on phone]

Ah, Mr. Nurgen.

It's Miss Oddbod here, from Ashton Primary. I wonder...

[yelling on other side of phone]

I'll take that as a no, then.

Hm. Might have to try a trainee instead.

Let's see who we've got.

Ooh, let's try this one.

Fingers crossed, eh, Tiddles?

[Miss Rancid grunting heavily]

Well, Miss Rancid,

thank you so much for coming in at such short notice.

[snorting and sniffling]

Oh, yes.

Let me show you to your class.

It's all right. I know the way.

[kids squabbling]

[snorting]

It's Rancid Rebecca.

No. Oh no.

So, Henry.

We meet again.

Hello Rebecca.

I don't believe you've met Archie, my pet spider.

I don't believe I have.

-But... -No buts, Henry.

Sit down.

Anyone else thinking of misbehaving?

-No, no -No what?

No, Miss uh...

Miss Rancid.

No, Miss Rancid.

[breaking into tears]

[bell ringing]

And where do you think you're going?

You. Go!

You. Go.

You, you and you. Go!

Go! Now!

What are you doing down there, Henry?

I'm cleaning the floor.

What does it look like, worm?

Let me help you, Henry.

Maybe you'll get a 'good as gold' badge from your new teacher.

That's what you think, smelly nappy baby.

Well, if you don't want my help

then I'll carry on with what I was doing.

[humming nursery rhyme]

So, Henry, what're you going to do about it?

-About what? -The boogey baby-sitter.

The bogey teacher, more like.

Why's it me that's got to do something?

-Because! -Because why?

Because it's all your fault that Miss Battle-Axe has gone away on holiday

and left us alone with that monster.

Yeah. Well, it's not my fault if Rebecca's not frightened of spiders any more.

I thought Archie would scare her away.

Well, it didn't, did it?

So you'd better figure out how get rid of her, or else!

Or else what?

Or else it will be even more your fault.

[sighing] Why is it always my fault?

'Cause it always is.

Um, please Miss...

Please Miss...

Um, please Miss, are you going to teach us anything?

You are a creep.

And I don't like creeps.

Because Miss, if you're not going to teach us anything

I'd like to be excused to go to the library, please.

You're all creeps.

Now, go!

Scary creeps.

[snorting and sniffling]

So how you getting on with that bunch of snotty-nosed kids, eh?

[sniffling] All right.

They can be pretty scary sometimes, can't they?

Don't frighten me.

Nothing frightens me.

-Really? -Really.

-Ah. -Oh.

Only joking.

Ha, ha.

[knock at door]

Come in.

I finished tidying the book shelves

and brushing the story carpet, Miss Lovely.

Oh Peter, thank you.

You are most certainly my 'good as gold' boy today.

[Peter humming nursery rhyme]

Miss Rancid, are you all right?

I am, now.

What are you two doing there?

Go away slug-slime, we've got a plan.

What do you mean, a plan?

A plan to scare the terrible teacher away.

But...

-Boo. -Nyah.

-[violin playing] -Woo hoo hoo hoo.

[Peter humming outside]

-[Miss Rancid growling] -Run!

Help!

Miss Rancid!

Whatever do you think you're doing?

Miss Rancid, I'm afraid I simply can't permit

behavior like this in my school.

You will have to leave. Now!

[cheering]

[laughing] Way to go, little bug.

And you can all sit back down at your desks

and wait for Mr. Soggington

who will be with you, shortly.

Yes, Miss Oddbod, anything you say, Miss Oddbod.

[singing nursery rhyme]

No!

[theme music playing]