Original subtitles

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Then my life would be so sweet ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, ney ♪

♪ The Purple Hand Gang rules, OK ♪

♪ It's so easy being me ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

FANG: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey! You shouldn't go creeping up on people, you know.

(chuckles)

Yep, you guessed it.

On an afternoon when I could be raiding the Secret Club biscuit tin,

or playing Purple Hand Gang pirates with Rude Ralph,

here I am sorting socks.

Well, they're nearly the same.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Nice catch, Fang!

Huh! I don't think this'll catch on as a hobby: sock sorting.

And he's off! Henry, the champion sock sorter of all time!

He can sort socks like Ed Banger can play guitar.

Or like Fearless Phantom can walk through walls.

The all-time sock sorter who gets what he wants,

all the time, every time!

Huh! Yeah, right!

What do you think? Could it work?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(chuckles) It's a deal! Henry does it again!

Big time!

- Nice catch, Fang! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Ugh! - Hey! Ugh!

(groans)

Oops. Sorry, Fang. Let's put these where they belong.

- (chuckles) - (laughs)

Nearly there, Fang, and then it's time to watch Gross Class Breakout.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

HENRY: Uh-oh.

- We've got a loner. - Oh!

For those of you who may not know about the significance of a loner,

this apparently innocent solo sock

means that we will not find happiness after all.

It means that we are doomed to spending the rest of the afternoon

looking for the sock which goes with this one.

Or even a sock which doesn't go with this one.

An impossible task,

for as we all know, there is always one sock left over,

and that means...

(yells) No!

No Gross Class Breakout.

(grunts) Why does this always happen to me, Fang?

(sighs) I suppose it's not the sock's fault.

Or is it?

No. Nothing.

Come on, Fang. We're done here.

(hums)

All done!

Henry!

What? Aren't you happy that I've sorted all the socks?

Well...

I can stop sorting if I'm not doing it properly.

(sighs) Alright, then, Henry. Thank you very much.

- Can I...? - Yes. I'll call you when tea's ready.

- Hey! - (changes channel)

Look, no hands!

(yells) Mum!

MUM: Henry!

- Henry, what's this? - It's a sock.

That's right, Henry. A sock. And where do you think I found it?

Um, at the bottom of the laundry basket? Underneath all the other socks?

That's right, Henry.

TV: Gross!

- So? - So where's the other one?

The other what?

The other sock, Henry.

Oh, for goodness' sake!

- (turns TV off) - I was watching that!

Not anymore you're not!

No more TV for you until you find the other sock.

Oh, it's not fair!

TV: And now it's time for Number Gnomes Detectives.

- Ooh! Goody! - Hm!

- (snores) - (doorbell)

- Huh? What was that? - The doorbell.

- Who is it? - How should I know?

You're not much of a detective, are you?

WOMAN: Oh, so sorry to disturb you.

Chrissie Polly, Vomiting Vera and the Number Gnomes.

Could things get any worse?

Apparently, they can.

Turns out Pretty Polly had an emergency situation.

(gasps) It's an emergency situation. Really it is.

The beauty salon said they could fit me in if I went right away.

And Mum said I could do with a little helper.

(Mum sighs)

(Vera hiccups)

(burps)

MUM: Henry?

I ask you, is that fair?

So, here I am again, sorting socks.

Ah. Dock.

No, Vera. We've got to find the other one.

(sniffs)

(sniffs)

Ah!

- Hey! Good job! - (gasps)

- (chuckles) - Ooh! Are you playing a game?

No. Very impressive, Vera.

But we've still got to find the matching one to this sock.

(sniffs)

Oh! Can I play the game?

We are not playing a game. We are trying to find a sock!

(grunts)

Ooh, I can help you find it.

How?

With my trusting magnifying glass and my Number Gnome detective skills.

Hm, very interesting.

- It's a clean sock. - Yes, we know that already.

- And that's dirty washing. - Yes, genius! We know that, too.

The art of being a Number Gnome detective

is knowing when things add up,

and when they don't.

(Vera coughs)

Sorry.

I have calculated the percentage of probability in this case to be 95.

The probability being that the other sock is still dirty, which means...

- Which means... - No. Still not getting it.

(gasps)

Now I'm really confused.

(pants) Washing!

Eureka!

That's it!

Wash everything, and then they'll all smell the same.

- Yes, Henry, and-- - Don't stand there. Help us load up.

No, thank you. I'm going to find another mystery to solve.

But we haven't solved this one yet.

I'm sure you will. It's elementary after all, dear Henry.

Hmm. Yeah, thanks, worm.

- Ooh, and Henry... - What now?

You might like to wash those, too.

Ugh!

Oh, thanks, Vera. At least you're not abandoning me in my hour of need.

Fluffy Wuffy!

No, wait. I need you to help me find the other sock.

No. Henry play.

(sighs) Alright, then. What do you want to play?

(chuckles)

Giddy up, Henry.

I can't take much more of this.

(chuckles)

Oh, no, you don't.

(chuckles)

Great.

Off you go, Vera.

I just have to have a little lie-down.

- (Vera grunts) - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What is it, Vera? Have you found something?

(sniffs)

Fang, do you know anything about the missing sock?

(Vera sniffs)

What are you doing?

Carpet dung beetle, otherwise known as...

- What are you doing? - Looking for a sock!

Wait for me!

- PETER: What's going on? - I'm not quite sure.

Vera, what are you doing?

Ah.

Fang, it was you!

You had the missing sock all the time!

(groans)

Come on, Fang. You can tell me all about it.

So, you see, Fang just wanted something cozy to use as a bed.

So, he took one of your socks.

Well, yeah. At least it was a clean one.

PETER: I think that's really sweet.

A bit weird, too.

Fang must really love you, Henry.

- (purrs) - Ooh, Fluffy really loves me.

Only because we're having fish fingers for tea.

No, she really, really loves me.

And come to think of it, I haven't seen my favorite Happy Hippo pants for ages.

(meows)

Fluffy, you haven't taken them, have you?

(shrieks)

I bet she has!

Naughty Fluffy Wuffy. (chuckles)

So, this is a unique opportunity for anyone who feels they have the power...

The power to be a slime ball!

Ah, Henry, thank you.

For what?

(class laughs)

Can anyone tell Henry why he deserves our gratitude?

Yes, miss.

I'd like to thank Henry for being so horrid

that the dinner ladies give me all his chips at lunchtime.

- You what? - (class laughs)

I'd like to thank Henry for sharing his yummy gummy fizz balls with me

when mine were confiscated by Miss Oddbod.

Uh, I'd like to thank Henry for hiding out with me

when we're supposed to be at games.

(sobs)

(sighs)

Uh, I'd like to, uh, like, thank Henry...

(snores)

Well, it seems we all have something to be grateful to you for, Henry.

You can put your hand down now, Henry.

And then you can go to Miss Oddbod's office.

(yells) No!

- Henry. - Yes, Miss Oddbod.

Well, I must confess I did not expect to see you here.

Uh, yes, Miss Oddbod.

- You have come about... - Yes, Miss Oddbod.

Well, I must say I'm rather pleased to see you here, Henry.

Yes, Miss Oddbod. You are, Miss Oddbod?

Yes, I mean, I know they do say never judge a book by its cover,

but your volumes have been, shall we say, remarkably consistent

in their presentation.

- You what, Miss Oddbod? - I haven't finished, Henry.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes, remarkably consistent in their presentation,

and would never have led one to believe that there were such hidden depths.

Well, what do you have to say to that, Henry?

Uh, yes, Miss Oddbod?

Right, well, it's early days.

Now, let's get on with the matter in hand, shall we?

Yes, Miss Oddbod.

- Take these. - Yes, Miss Oddbod.

And report back to my office same time tomorrow morning.

Yes, Miss Oddbod.

- Well, off you go, then. - Yes, Miss Oddbod.

Hey, Henry. Whatcha doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

"Hello, my name is... and I am an ambassador."

Weird lines.

That's enough!

No, he's got another page to do after this one.

Thanks, Al.

How could you, Henry?

How could I what?

Steal what is rightfully mine!

I don't know what you're talking about.

That was my job.

I was born to do it!

Then go ahead and finish it!

(grunts) I'm not playing your little game anymore, Henry!

(French accent) Boys, you are making ze noise.

Oh. Henri Le Horrid.

Yes, Madame Tutu.

What are you doing, Henri Le Horrid?

Well, I'm doing my lines, Madame Tutu.

- (Peter grunts) - And we're watching him.

I think, little boys, that perhaps you would be 'appier on the story carpet.

This isn't over till it's over, Ambassador.

(growls)

What was that all about?

Search me.

Greetings, Lord High Majesty and Ambassador.

Oh, don't you start, Brian. Maybe you'd like to do my lines for me?

- (laughs) - What's so funny?

- You! You thought these were lines. - And?

You don't know, do you?

Know what?

- That you're an ambassador. - Am I?

That's what it says here. Look, there's a space for your name.

"My name's Henry and I'm an ambassador."

I'm an ambassador!

Ambassador Henry!

Cool! Um, is it cool?

It's very cool.

That's why Peter was so upset.

He wants to be an ambassador.

"Ambassador."

"A high-ranking official who represents his or her country."

But Henry doesn't have a country.

Doesn't matter. I'm an ambassador.

Come on, then, Ambassador Henry. Let's go and tell the others.

Finished your lines, Henri Le Horrid?

Don't have to, Madame Tutu.

I'm an ambassador.

Zut alors! You boys.

Watch it, beetle bonce!

Watch it, "Ambassador," I think you mean.

(guffaws)

Ambassador? Ambassador?!

Ambassador of what, might I ask?

Just Ambassador.

Oh, come on, Henry!

Everyone knows you have to be an ambassador of something.

Maybe you're the ambassador of beetle bonces.

- Or the ambassador of bogey brains. - Uh...

How about the ambassador of snot bouncers?

- (yawns) - Quiet, Linda! I'm thinking.

The ambassador of stupid boys who don't know what they're ambassador of!

Yeah, that's quite a good one, Margaret.

Yeah, like, yeah, Margaret.

Brian, do you know what I'm ambassador of?

No idea, but let's see if it works in here.

(indistinct chatter)

(burps) Those chips were good.

Yeah, can't believe we all got second helpings.

Thank the ambassador.

Ah, there you are, Henry.

Uh, yes, Miss Battle-Axe.

How are you getting on with your ambassadorship?

Uh, good, Miss Battle-Axe.

Any good recycling ideas yet, Henry?

Uh, recycling, Miss Battle-Axe?

Recycling. That is today's theme, is it not?

- Ah. - Recycling.

- Well... - Recycling? Cool!

Uh, is it cool?

Recycling? (sobs)

Yes. Recycling. Is there an echo in here?

Really, I fail to see how you can be an Ambassador of Recycling

without thinking about recycling.

(bell rings)

That's what Miss Oddbod meant!

- Eh? - When she gave me the lines.

I mean, the clipboard. She said I had to report back same time tomorrow.

(laughs)

Well, you'd better come up with some recycling ideas, hadn't you?

- I guess. - (bell rings)

Come on! We'll be late for games.

(panting)

(whispers) He'll never find us here.

Who will never find you here, Henry?

Oh, uh, hello, sir.

Might I ask why you are here,

and not on the sports field where you belong?

(whimpers) He's an ambassador, sir.

Ah, yes, of course you are.

Remind me what you are an ambassador of, Henry?

Recycling, sir.

And you are here behind the bins because?

We're recycling Henry's sweets, sir.

Hey!

I-I mean, hey. That's right.

Thank you, ambassador. As you were.

It's tough, this recycling business.

How do you get on with your recycling ideas, Henry?

Oh, I forgot all about it.

Mum said I should never have put my Gross Goo pots in the washing machine.

- (shouts) Bed now, Henry! - But...

Now, Henry! You can have your tea in the morning.

So I never got round to having any recycling ideas.

- We could recycle our farts. - (farts)

Not funny.

- Good luck! - Yeah, thanks, Ralph.

So Henry, how did you get on?

- I... - (knock on door)

Enter.

Oh. Peter.

We thought we'd help Henry be a really good Ambassador of Recycling.

- How thoughtful of you, Peter. - (clicks fingers)

Well done, Henry!

I always say recycling should begin at home.

(yells) No!