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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 ♪

[birds chirping]

Oh! Hello, there.

You didn't expect to see me, did you?

Well, get used to it because I'm going to have my ten minutes of fame,

and I'm going to have it now.

Aren't I, Fluffy Fairy?

Yes, Margaret, 'cause you're a superstar.

Yes, I am.

I am a superstar and no one can take that away from me.

Especially not that beetle brain bugs next door.

[Henry] Come on, get a hold of it.

[Ralph] Hold it still then.

Well, if that doesn't look suspicious

then my name's not Margaret Magnecia, the Magnificent.

Let's see if we can give them a hand, shall we?

[laughing evilly] Haha!

Watch and learn, my friend.

Watch and learn.

[Ralph] Left a bit. No, right a bit.

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.

I, 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.

[Henry] 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.

Uh, yes. We were going to do that, too.

Well, 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 all needs to be washed at least 20 times if he's been wearing it.

Well, that's sorted then.

It's so easy when you're a superstar,

people just want to work with you all the time.

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

[yelling] Mum! Dad!

So we'll start with our elite guest list

then we'll expand to the non-elite guest list.

Then we'll run our PR and marketing campaign.

PR and marketing. Right, got it.

I'm speaking.

Oh, uh, yes. Sorry, my precious.

Then we will launch our digital strategy.

-Which is? -Oh, I don't know.

We'll make it up as we go along.

Oh, uh, right, poppet.

And we'll book a slot for the promo on Everest TV,

right next to Too Cool for School.

Mm, won't that be very expensive?

Of course, it will be expensive.

That's the whole point.

[sadly] Are you saying I'm not worth it?

Oh, no, no. Of course not.

And we'll need a catalog.

-Of course, sweetness. -And don't sweetness me.

Henceforth, you will address me as Margaret the Magnificent.

Oh, uh, all right, sweet...

I... I mean Margaret.

The Magnificent.

Yes. Margaret the Magnificent.

Now, touch up.

Let's get this show on the rocking and rolling road.

Now would be good.

[sighs] Oh!

I'm going to have to have a lie down.

It's exhausting being a superstar.

[man on TV] And now, the moment you've all been waiting for.

The moment when we ask,

"Are you ready for Magnificent Margaret?"

[excitedly] Ooh! That's me!

Yeah, that's me.

Uh, I mean, that's you.

I'm Magnificent Margaret,

and I'm here to tell you about my career as a supermodel

which is being launched tomorrow at my house.

Be there, or else...

Now if you're really nice to me,

maybe I'll let you be a model, too.

Ah, we're going to be supermodels.

Uh, no. I said, "model", not "supermodel".

I'm the only supermodel 'round here.

But, Margaret, I thought we were just selling Henry's old clothes for him.

Where did you hear that?

Henry told us.

Well, he's wrong.

It's my show and no one's going to take that away from me.

Do you hear me? No one! No one!

[yelling] No one!

[yawning]

Is it like... Time for Too Cool for School?

Ah! No.

Now, chop-chop. Let's get this show on the road.

-[snoring] -[yelling] Now!

[yawning]

Everything's ready, my precious.

-Everything? -Yes, everything.

-Foods? -Food, check.

-Drinks? -Drinks, check.

Good-looking waiter?

Oh, good-looking waiter?

Uh, no, my precious.

What? You forgot the good-looking waiter.

[angrily] Argh! Do I have to remember everything?

Here, now put this on.

Your... Of course, my precious. Right away.

Now take these out and mingle.

Whoa!

Al this just to sell my old clothes?

Yeah, the ones you don't want.

This is my show. Don't ruin it.

I told him. I said, "I only wear pink."

Yeah, and I only wear lemon.

Yeah, suits you.

I can't do a thing with my hair.

Your hair looks fine.

Mirror, mirror...

Oi, that's my line.

Soraya, I have no idea what you're trying to say to me.

[faintly] I've lost my voice.

No, you haven't. You're talking to me now.

Oh!

Where are my gross gummy goo balls?

Are you sitting on them?

Ah, they're in my contract.

Look, here it is.

Special stipulation number one...

All the gross gummy goo balls I can eat.

Number two... Spring water,

from the most distant spring in the whole wide world.

Number three...

Ballet lessons from a master ballerina.

Ah, some chums.

I can't even find my gross gummy goo balls.

Uh, like... Is this like what you're looking for?

You were sitting on them?

I don't believe it.

Now, where's my water?

Here it is, Margaret.

Ah, and the master ballerina?

Great. No master ballerina.

That's it. I'm not going on.

[sobbing]

[clearing throat] Ahem!

Welcome, and thank you all for coming.

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

Starring, Margaret.

[Margaret whispering] Magnificent Margaret.

Oh, um, Magnificent Margaret.

[clearing throat] Announcing, Magnificent Margaret.

She's not coming out.

What you mean, she's not coming out?

She's not coming out.

Um, Margaret?

That's Magnificent Margaret to you.

Um, Magnificent Margaret?

What?

Your public are waiting, Magnificent Margaret.

Yes, my public are waiting.

[breathes deeply] I'm going on.

I'm here!

[Margaret] I don't believe it.

Susan, phone.

Real phone.

Oh, yeah. Real phone.

Sorry.

Oh, I always have to do everything myself.

Is that Really Fashion Fun Incorporated?

Good.

I want you to send me everything you've got

in pink.

[cameras clicking]

[Ralph] So, what am I bid?

[camera clicking]

[camera clicking]

[camera clicking]

299.

300.

Ah, not bad for a days work.

[yawning]

It's hard work being a supermodel.

But it doesn't matter. None of it matters now.

Now I'm famous

I've played the fame game,

and now fame is my middle name.

And you know what?

Nothing tastes as good as fame.

[laughing evilly] Haha!

[indistinct chattering]

[Margaret] Oh, don't all grab at once.

Yes, it's true. I'm having one of my legendary BGL sleepovers.

And as you can see, tickets are strictly limited.

Hey, Margaret, what does BGL stand for?

Boys Get Lost!

And that means you.

Life would be so much better without boys, don't you think?

Ha! That's better.

Now let's get this party started.

Oi. Walk, don't run.

Ooh, you horrid boy.

Hey, Henry, two things to say to you.

Yeah?

You're in big trouble for being late.

Oh, tell me something new, Ralph.

And, uh, is it true you're going to bogey brains' sleepover?

What? No.

Well, it's not what I heard.

Catch you later.

I'm going to Moody Margaret's sleepover?

[screams] No!

[clearing throat] Ahem!

Ah, Henry. How nice of you to join us.

Get out your reading book, Henry.

[reading to self] You are lucky enough to be invited

to Margaret's extra special VIP sleepover.

My house tonight.

PS, no boys allowed.

-What? -Did you say something, Henry?

Uh, no, Miss Battle-Axe.

[yelling] Ouch!

Stop it, Henry.

And what, may I ask, is this?

So, Henry, it seems you've been invited to Margaret's sleepover.

[shrieking] Um, yes. I mean, no, Miss Battle-Axe.

Well, Henry, I would be inclined to believe you,

as it does say here, "No boys allowed."

Phew!

But on the other hand, you were in possession of this invitation.

And that means you are invited.

[Margaret] What? [Henry] No.

[Miss Battle-Axe] Think of it as your homework, Henry.

What do you mean?

Well, tonight, Henry, you're going to be an honorary girl.

[all exclaim in shock] Ah!

And you can tell us all about it tomorrow.

If you survive that long, Henry.

[laughing]

[screams] No!

Oh, I think it's so nice you're going to Margaret's sleepover.

Sleepovers are such fun.

Yeah, they are. The ones without girls.

Oh, don't be silly, Henry.

You're going to have a great time.

Now let's see what we've got.

Cool, are they all for me?

Not so fast, Henry.

These are for you to share with the girls.

Great, I knew it was too good to be true.

There. Now then, ready to go?

Oh, this is so exciting.

If you're so excited, why don't you go then?

Don't be horrid, Henry.

Now off you go, and enjoy yourself.

Or else...

This could be the worst night of my life.

The more observant of you would've noticed that I left the house with two bags

but now I only have one.

Well, you didn't think I was going to waste good snacks on that beetle brain, did you?

This could be the last time you'll ever see me,

so perhaps I should say goodbye now.

After all we've been together for a long time.

Come in, Henry. We've been waiting for you.

Oh, uh, right.

It's been nice knowing you.

Well, have fun everyone.

Brought any snacks, bogey brain?

Yeah, any snacks, bogey brain?

No, bogey brain.

Why not, bogey brain?

Yeah. Why not, bogey brain?

Because, bogey brain...

[sighs]

Well, get on with it, bogey brain.

Get on with what, bogey brain?

Yeah. With what, bogey brain?

Your VIP sleepover, bogey brain.

Yeah. Your VIP sleepover, bogey brain.

Ah, uh, oops.

[knocking on door]

Just wondered if you needed us to do anything for you, sweetness.

Yes, we need you to get rid of this horrid boy.

Oh... but sweetness.

Look, it's your fault I'm here in the first place.

What do you mean, bogey brain?

Yeah. What do you mean...

Susan, if you do not stop doing that right now...

How about something nice to eat?

[both] Ooh, yes, please.

Lovely, lovely... What would you girlies like?

We'll have one of everything.

One of everything what, honey-bun?

One of everything on the Ring-a-Ding Pizza menu.

Now!

And don't you sweetness me.

Let's dance.

[ballet music playing]

This is not good music for a sleepover.

This is good music for a sleepover.

No, it's not.

What's wrong with it then?

Well, it's not loud enough for a start.

[music blares]

That loud enough for you, bogey brain?

[music blaring]

What?

[inaudible dialog]

What? Can't hear you.

[all] Yo, Henry! Yeah!

[laughing] Looks like it's time to eat.

Hands off. That's mine.

What's in it?

Double happy Hawaiian cream of mushrooms and onion,

raisins and extra hot pepperoni

with sticky toffee and melty marshmallows,

and some pink stuff on top.

Oh, right.

That's mine, too.

And that one. And that one.

[both laughing]

[both] You can share our pizza, Henry.

Thanks.

Could be worse!

[snoring]

Right, what's next?

What do you mean, Henry?

Well, this can't be it.

A bit of twirly dancing and eating a pizza...

[Henry] How about some proper music?

Oh, the Killer Boy Rats.

I love the Killer Boy Rats.

Yeah, they're great, aren't they? Who's your favorite?

I like the one that plays the guitar.

Ah, that'll be Frankie Fast Fingers.

Oh, please.

Everyone knows that Ziggy played guitar.

At least he did on that album.

Phew, you like the Killer Boy Rats?

Sometimes.

[Henry] Then let's rock.

[rock music playing]

-[air horn blasts] -[girls screaming]

[laughing]

Works every time.

How was your VIP sleepover, Henry?

Oh, it was okay.

Okay? You mean you enjoyed it.

What? No. It was really terrible.

I knew it would be.

There's just one thing I don't understand, Ralph.

What is that, Henry?

Who put the invitation in my book in the first place?

You mean you really can't guess?

You! It was you, wasn't it?

[laughing]

Yeah, it was me.

Come back here, you.

[theme music playing]