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 ♪

[school bell ringing]

Come on you horrid lot, off you go. Into the fresh air.

Ah, the most horrid of the lot.

-What do you mean sir? -You know what I mean.

Get out there, now!

[giggles]

Walking the dog, way to go Henry.

Ha! That's easy. I can do that.

-That's not walking the dog. -That's walking the pink poodle.

[Chuckles]

Yeah, walking the Pink Poodle.

All right then, it's 'Walking the Pink Poodle'.

-Want to make something of it? -Not really.

Come on Susan, we've got better things to do than hang around with this lot.

[laughs hysterically]

-You're really good at the yo-yo, Henry. -Oh, thanks Ralph.

You say the nicest things... Hey, what's up?

Oh, nothing really.

It just seems like everyone's good at something.

What do you mean?

Well, you're really good at the yo-yo.

-Aerobic Al's really good at sport. -Yeah...

-Brainy Brian is really good at reading. -Well, yeah.

And Weepy William is really good at crying.

I suppose you could say that.

Even Moody Margaret is good at something.

-Oh yeah? What's that? -Well, being moody I suppose.

I just wish I was really good at something.

You are good at something Ralph. You're good at being rude!

Well, yeah...But I want to be able to do something real.

Something I can stand up and say, "Look, I did that. All by myself. And it was good!"

-Well, right. -Do you understand what I'm talking about, Henry?

Well, yeah. Uh, I mean no. I mean, run it by me one more time.

-Oi, you two! -Uh-oh!

Mum said if I get another late mark, that's it on the pocket money front.

Come back you horrid boy!

[screeches]

Oh Henry, how nice of you to join us.

[gasping]

Ah, and Mr. Soggington too.

Ah, Boudica. I mean Miss Battle-Axe

Can I help you, Mr. Soggington?

[gasping] He...horrid...boy...

Ah? Double detention did you say, Mr. Soggington?

Well, don't just stand there, Henry, off you go.

[screams] No!

[jazz music playing]

-Hey Henry! -Hi Ralph.

-How was it? -Oh you know, another day, another double detention.

And no pocket money for another month.

-Yeah, well I've got something I want to show you. -Cool! What's that?

I finally found something I can be good at.

Check this out!

The meanest, most mega-cool air-guitar competition in the whole wide world.

Cool! I bet I can win that, no contest.

[rock music playing]

Yeah, right. See you Henry.

Hey Ralph, wait. Did you say it was something you could be good at?

Well, yeah. I thought maybe I could, but you're right...

You're the meanest air-guitarist around here.

You're bound to win.

Well yeah maybe I would, if I was in the contest.

-But see, I'm not going to be in the contest, am I? -What do you mean?

I'm going to be coaching you, aren't I?

Really? You'd do that for me Henry?

-What are friends for, Ralph? -Cool! Thanks Henry.

Trust me, Ralph, you're going to be the meanest air-guitarist in the whole wide world.

[laughing]

That's what you think.

[laughs mischievously]

[air guitar]

-How did I do? -Not bad Ralph, but we're going to have to do some work.

Okay, where do we begin?

We'll begin with the big one, the air cracker.

Wow, you are good. I'll never be that good...

Now, listen to me, Ralph. You will be this good and better.

You just got to believe in yourself.

And when you believe in yourself nothing can stop you.

Nothing, except the Triple G.

[laughs mischievously]

What do you mean the Triple G is going to win the meanest, most mega cool air guitar competition

in the whole wide world?

I mean, the Triple G is going to win the meanest, most mega cool air guitar competition.

in the whole wide world.

-No, he's not. -Yes, he is.

-Isn't! -Is!

Isn't, isn't, isn't.

-Whose the Triple G, Margaret? -Yeah who is the Triple G anyway, Margaret?

Only the most talented artist I've ever had the pleasure of working with.

And he's the meanest, most mega- cool air-guitarist in the whole wide world.

Is he?

Don't listen to her Ralph. She's trying undermine you to break your confidence.

But if he really is the meanest most mega-cool air-guitarist in the whole wide world...

-Listen to me Ralph, he isn't! -How do you know Henry?

-You don't even know who he is. -True, but I know how good you could be Ralph.

So, don't give up now!

I'm sorry, Henry.

-OK slug bolts, this time it's personal! -You bet it is turtle toad!

I've got to come up with something, Fang, something to get Ralph's confidence back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Fang farts]

[air guitar]

Eureka!

That's it!

Ready?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Ralph farts loudly]

Ready, Henry!

♪ So I'm walking down the street No guesses who I meet? ♪

♪ My old mate Ralph, and I'm with my Mum and Dad ♪

♪ And he does know more, he starts to snore ♪

♪ Cuz that's how he is, he's rude... He's rude! ♪

♪ Oh, I'm rude! I'm really, really rude! ♪

♪ Rude Ralph! ♪

♪ I'm ruder than a bee that's buzzing! ♪

♪ -Rude Ralph! -Ruder than your Auntie's cousin ♪

♪ -Rude Ralph -Ruder than a mountain goat ♪

♪ -Rude Ralph! -Ruder than a Henry thank-you note ♪

[rock 'n' roll music playing]

[air guitar]

[Henry] Go, Ralph! Hit the air cracker hard!

How is that?

Awesome is not the word for it.

You're going to rock the world, And nothing's going to stop you now, my friend.

And our next mega-cool air-guitarist is Triple G.

This is it, I can't look.

-Hello everyone. -That sounds like...

-Goody Goody Gordon? -Goody Goody Gordon's Triple G?

I... I can't do this.

Ha! This is your big chance, Ralph, go!

Introducing Rude Ralph, the meanest, most mega-cool air guitarist in the whole world!

♪ So I'm walking down the street no guesses who I meet? ♪

♪ My old mate Henry, he's with his Mum and Dad ♪

♪ So I do no more, I start to snore! ♪

♪ Cos that's how I am, I'm rude! ♪

♪ Oh he's rude! Rude! He's really, really rude! ♪

♪ Rude Ralph! Ruder than a bee that's buzzing, Rude Ralph! ♪

♪ Ruder than your Auntie's cousin, Rude Ralph, ruder than a mountain goat, rude Ralph! ♪

♪ Ruder than a Henry thank-you note! ♪

[air guitar]

See, you just got to believe in yourself.

[rock music playing]

♪ It's not fair, it's just not fair ♪

♪ It's Horrid Homework Day ♪

♪ It's not fair, it's just not fair ♪

♪ I'm in a horrid ♪

[screaming]

Hey... I was listening to that!

We were all having to listen to it, Henry.

-Yeah. Well, it is good music. -It is not good music.

-It's pop music. -It is not pop music, it's rock music.

Played by rock stars.

Well, we don't like it, do we Fluffy-wuffy?

So, if you wouldn't mind keeping it down as Fluffy and me have better things to do

than listening to pop music.

What a wormy worm.

♪ What I really want to do ♪

[screams] No!

Sometimes Henry makes me so cross...

I feel like I could do something really, really horrid to him.

Like... Throw all my Number Gnomes at him.

But, that wouldn't be nice for my Number Gnomes.

I've tried hiding all his favourite things...

But his room was so messy, I didn't know where to begin.

[Fang] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Fang farts]

[Peter squeaks]

Oh...It's just not fair

I try so hard to be perfect in every way.

I get at least three good as gold stars every single day.

I try really hard to be the best boy ever at school.

That's my lovely class. Well... Miss Lovely's lovely class, I should say.

That's me of course, with the other Best Boys.

Henry calls them Spotless Sam, Goody Goody Gordon, and Tidy Ted.

He thinks he's being horrid, but actually I think their names really suit them.

I got names for all my other friends too.

There's Happy Hillary and Kind Kelly and Lucky Louisa and Brilliant Bella.

And that's Amazing Aiden, Beautiful Bee and over there is Wonderful Wayne.

That's Super Sue, there's Terrific Tamzin and Energetic Emma.

Oh, and that's Jolly Joe and that's Lovely Lizzy.

And that's Clever Clare. She says Henry's not so bad when you get to know him.

But I say, he's just horrid. All the time!

And so do Mum and Dad.

Don't be horrid, Henry!

Don't be horrid, Henry!

Don't be horrid, Henry!

Don't be horrid, Henry!

But, I don't think they know how horrid he really is.

They don't know all the horrid things he's done, they don't know about...

And if they did.

Eureka!

That's it.

I'm going to write a story about all the horrid things Henry's done.

And then I'm going to get it made into a book. And then it will be published

And then I'll be a really, really famous writer.

And then, and then Henry will really be in trouble.

Horrid Henry, The True Story.

This is the story of a boy who is horrid.

So horrid, that he sometimes sleeps in his clothes.

So he can get up at the last possible minute.

A boy who is always horrid to his perfect little brother.

Not bad... for a smelly-nappy baby.

A boy who is so horrid, he eats crisps for breakfast.

-Hey! -Oh, all right then. He only did it once.

Mum was having one of her off days and she put the crisps in the fridge.

And the ice-cream in the cupboard.

We had ice-cream on toast for breakfast that day.

Everyone knows that this horrid boy never ever does his homework.

But no one knows, except me that

It's no accident that his homework often ends up shredded.

This horrid boy has friends, rude friends, like Ralph.

Aerobic friends, like Al. Brainy and beefy friends like Brian and Bert.

But even they don't know how horrid this boy can really be.

This horrid boy's crimes are well documented.

But there are some crimes which have never been revealed.

Until now.

I've got to think of some really horrid things that Henry's done

That no one else knows about.

I know! How about the time Henry won the book report competition?

What Miss Oddbod didn't know was that Henry faked the whole lot.

They never knew it was Henry who let the worms out.

Or, that Henry lost his recorder on the very first day of term.

So he'd always pretended he was playing it.

[making recorder sounds]

What a horrid boy.

Little does he know what's in store for him.

No longer will I be the worm, the smelly-nappy baby, the Duke of poop.

I'm going to spill the beans, blow the gaff, let the cat out of the bag!

In short, I'm going to tell on Henry, big time.

And so the question is, can she survive the swing of terror?

Oh no! Not the swing of terror!

Henry, prepare to meet thy doom.

[laughs mischievously]

And the answer is, no one can survive the swing of terror!

[laughs mischievously]

-I said-- -Yes, yes I heard what you said. Now move, smelly-nappy baby.

I want to see what happens on the swing of terror!

Never mind the swing of terror, soon you will have more than that to worry about.

Now listen worm, I've got no idea what you're talking about, and I want to watch my show.

Now, could you please just move out of the way!

Please-ity please?

Oh, you are so horrid!

This, this is what I am talking about.

[gasping]

-I did that. -I tried to catch it, really I did.

I know, but I made it fall off because I was getting so cross.

And now its smashed to smithereens.

Come on worm, it's not the end of the world.

Oh, but it is...

Mum will be so cross with me, she'll never speak to me again.

She'll banish me from the house never to darken her door again.

-No, she won't. -Oh, she will.

-She will. -No, she won't.

Because I'll tell her I broke it!

You'd do that for me?

-Yeah! Of course. -You'd really do that for me?

Look at it this way, worm. Who am I going to call smelly-nappy baby if you're not around?

Thank you, Henry.

Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about, Peter?

Something about preparing to meet my doom?

Oh, it's nothing really.

OK, we'll tell Mum about the vase in a minute.

First, let's see what's happening with the swing of terror!

Face it, it's going to be less scary than Mom's going to be,

when she finds out about the vase.

Only joking smelly-nappy baby!

[screams]

No one can survive the swing of terror.

[theme music playing]