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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 ♪

Where are you going, Henry?

Oh, I'm just off to the fort

to attend to, um, important Purple Hand Gang business.

-Really? -Yes.

Now, your dad's on the phone upstairs

sorting out a very important business appointment.

Right.

Well, his next game of golf.

[Henry chuckles]

And I've got to pop Peter round to his cello lesson in a minute.

Worm.

Don't be horrid, Henry.

Bye, mum. See you later.

See you later, Henry.

Off we go, then. [chuckles]

[sighs]

[Margaret] No, I said, no.

And I mean, no.

Ugh, tell her, Susan.

Tell her that when I say no--

[Susan] Yeah, Margaret.

[Margaret] Yeah, what, Susan?

[Susan] Yeah. You mean "no," Margaret.

[grunting]

[Vicky grunting]

[chuckles]

They don't call her Vicious Vicky for nothing.

And stay there.

[Vicky grunting]

Henry!

Hello.

No!

This is not happening.

[creaking]

Henry...

[Henry] Go away. I'm not here.

Ha, good. Henry can babysit her for a bit.

Time for a spot of R and R, me thinks.

Yeah, Margaret.

Uh, what's R and R, Margaret?

Ugh, what do you think it is?

Rest and relaxation, of course.

Now, sit down and relax!

Ladies first.

Yeah, sorry, Margaret.

Just take what you want and go.

No.

What do you mean "no"?

I'm giving you my entire collection of Gross Class Zero comics,

all my biscuits,

and a whole bottle of lemonade.

Well, nearly full.

Isn't that enough?

Henry, play.

Henry, what?

Henry, play...

hide and seek.

-Henry? -Shh.

Yes, mum?

-I'm popping out now. -Shh.

Won't be long.

Um, okay, mum.

Oh, and, Henry.

Yes, mum?

I don't want you helping yourself

to the contents of the fridge.

Like you did last week.

No, mum.

[Mum] Or eating all the Trickly Treats.

No, mum.

[Mum] And no raiding my secret chocolate store.

Definitely, no, mum.

[Mum] See you later, then.

[grunting excitedly]

No, Vicky.

[chuckles]

Chocolate.

Treats.

Fridge.

Um, Henry play hide and seek?

No.

Henry play find and eat.

Find and eat?

Oh, no!

No.

[slurping]

Oh!

Look at the wings on that.

Yeah, wings on that.

Vicky?

[chomping]

Hey, I'm going to get the blame for eating those.

Come on. Got to get you out of here.

Oh, no, you don't.

[Vicky grunting]

-[door creaks] -[Henry groans]

Well, thanks. I'm gonna get the blame for that too.

[burping]

Tell, Vicky.

Tell Vicky what?

Oh, no. Not mum's secret chocolate store.

Yes.

Chocolate.

No way.

That's more than my life's worth.

I wonder how Henry's getting on with his babysitting.

[giggling]

Yeah, Babysitter Henry.

[snorts]

Ha, bogus babysitter more like.

Yeah, bogus babysitter. [snorts]

That's my line, Susan.

Yeah, my line.

I mean, your line.

No, no.

I'm never telling.

Not in a billion trillion years.

[gutturals]

Oh!

Did you hear something?

[Henry screams]

Nope!

Yeah, nope.

[slurping]

Oh!

[Vicky] Yum, yum.

No.

Not Mr. Kill.

Yum, yum.

Mr. Kill.

All right, all right. I'll tell you.

It's in the bottom cupboard. Behind the tins of carrots.

Gotcha.

[cat meows]

[laughs exultantly]

No!

Hear anything that time?

-Nope. -No, me neither.

That's so not fair.

I'm gonna get all the blame

and I didn't even get to eat any of the chocolate.

[chomping]

[burping]

Well, thanks a lot.

Oopsa daisy.

Yes, oopsa daisy.

Now play hide and seek.

No, thanks. I don't feel like it.

Henry, wait there.

[Vicky grunting]

What?

Yeah, what?

And good riddance.

Yeah, good riddance.

[Margaret screams] My big rocked.

[panting]

Henry, have these.

[Mum] Henry!

Uh-oh. Now wait for it.

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

Oh, hello, Vicky.

Ga-ga.

Well, Henry, I asked you a question.

Looking after Vicky till her mum and dad get back?

Oh. Right.

Did you eat the contents of the fridge, Henry?

No.

Then, whose is this?

That's Moody... I mean, that's Margaret's crimson cutlass.

Really?

Yes.

Margaret's.

Right.

That's it.

[Mum] Margaret!

Hmm. Too small.

Not groovy enough.

Oh, too groovy.

Mum.

Mum's downstairs, Henry.

Yes, I know she's downstairs,

but I need to ask her something.

Well, you'd better come downstairs then.

I haven't got anything to wear.

Looks like you've got plenty to wear.

Ha, very funny, worm.

Huh! Could I have that if you don't want it anymore?

-No. -Why not?

'Cause you're a worm.

Now go and tell mother I need her upstairs.

No. 'Cause you're horrid.

And anyway, I can't.

Why not?

Because my head's full of sums.

Mum, I need a top.

[Mum] Look in your wardrobe.

I have. There aren't any up here.

[Mum] Then you'll have to come downstairs.

No!

[imitating planes flying]

[Mum] Henry.

Ralph's here.

Hey, Henry, whatchu doing?

Commando number one reign on enemy headquarters.

This is nice, Henry.

Just your color.

I don't like it.

Actually, it's more my color.

Mm, you can have it.

-Really? -For 50 pence.

Done.

Can I have this one too?

Yeah. One pound fifty for the two.

Deal.

I'd have paid a lot more for these.

I bet someone would pay for the rest of this lot too.

Do you think so?

Yeah.

I know.

Let's have a fashion show.

A fashion show?

Mm. And then we can sell them all off to the highest bidders.

Cool.

My commission is 50 percent.

Hmm... Okay.

We better get this stuff out of here

before Mum realizes what we're doing.

Left a bit... No, right a bit.

[Margaret] And just what do you think you're doing?

Oh, Margaret.

You made me jump.

That was the general idea, bird brain.

I asked you a question.

Um, we're just, uh... taking something somewhere.

Really?

What?

Just a few of Henry's old clothes.

Clothes? Let me see.

Ralph, I can't hold this for much longer.

Oi!

Oh. Some of this stuff's in quite good nick.

You should try selling it.

Duh, that's exactly what we're going to do,

clever clocks.

Oh, sorry, Henry.

You should have a fashion show.

Yes, we were gonna do that too.

You'll be wanting me as a supermodel, then, won't you?

-Um. -Good.

That's sorted.

And we can have it at my house tomorrow.

Oh, and bring this stuff over now.

It'll need to be washed at least twenty times

if he's been wearing it.

Sorry, Henry.

I think this could get a bit out of hand.

I agree.

Yeah. It's got out of hand.

Welcome to the fashion show of the century.

Whoa!

All this just to sell my old clothes?

Yeah, the ones you don't want.

This is my show. Don't ruin it.

[indistinct chatter]

How do they all know about it?

It's called publicity, dingbat.

Now, let's get this show on the road.

[indistinct chatter]

[clearing throat]

Welcome and thank you all for coming.

We've got a fabulous fashion show lined up for you,

starring Margaret.

[Margaret] Magnificent Margaret.

Oh. And Magnificent Margaret.

[clears throat] Announcing Magnificent Margaret.

She's not coming out.

What do you mean "she's not coming out"?

She's not coming out.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

I'm here.

Yes, well, here we have the ultimate fashion piece.

A T-shirt of priceless proportions.

And what am I bid for it?

I'll give you ten pence.

Come on. This is good vintage clothing.

Ten pence. Take it or leave it.

We'll take it. Thank you very much.

I don't believe it.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you for waiting.

So, what am I bid for this fabulous outfit?

Hey, that's not mine.

[Ralph] Sold.

Sold to the lady with the big baby.

Sold to the man in the silly hat.

And sold to the guy who thinks he's a famous movie star,

but isn't that famous, really.

Is it time yet, Peter?

Patience, Gordon.

It's nearly time.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls, it's time for our very last piece.

What am I bid for this?

[everyone gasps]

Ten.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

Uh, is that 25?

Who is that?

No idea.

But they want your Happy Hippo T-shirt and that's all that matters.

Two thousand pounds.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the bidding has reached two thousand pounds,

am I bid two thousand and one pounds

for this priceless T-shirt?

Have you offer any more?

Going, going, gone.

Oh, sold to the white flag at the back.

[camera clicks]

Look at all that money.

We're rich.

There's your half, Henry.

Hmm, doesn't look quite so impressive now.

It's still a lot of money, Henry.

Yep, and some of it's mine.

-What? -Uh, modeling fees.

Refreshments, commission, expenses.

Expenses?

Is there an echo in here?

Yeah, expenses.

My dad had to buy all the chairs

and he paid for all the pink stuff too.

So, that will do nicely.

Thank you.

Don't worry, Henry.

You still got the money from the Happy Hippo T-shirt mystery bidder.

Oh, yeah, who was that anyway?

It was me.

-You? -Yes.

You were the mystery bidder?

Yes. [laughs exultantly]

I knew you'd never sell it to me

so I got Gordon to bid for it with his white flag.

Where did you get the money from?

I haven't got it.

What?

So, I'm going to pay you a deposit now

and then I'll pay you in installments each month

using my pocket money.

It'll only take...

Hmm... Ten years to pay it off.

Ten years?

Come on, Henry. it's better than nothing.

Mm. I suppose so.

Deal?

Hmm, deal.

But you can only wear it on Sundays till you pay the whole lot.

Aw, that's nice of you, Henry.

Hmm, what?

To give Peter your old Happy Hippo T-shirt.

It's only his on Sundays.

Actually, technically,

it's all mine now, Henry.

What do you mean?

We agreed the higher purchase payment terms for the full amount.

Don't you remember?

What do you mean "higher purchase," Peter?

How much is the full amount?

Two thousand one pounds.

That's how much.

"Schoolboy Henry sets fashion show record

by auctioning off old T-shirt."

Henry, you made Peter pay for your old T-shirt?

Yeah, he could afford it.

No, he cannot.

But you can.

Starting with this week's pocket money.

No!

[theme music playing]