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♪ 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 ♪

Come on, Fluffy. Time to get off the sofa.

(yawns)

Oh, look at this mess, Fluffy.

(chuckles) She's not called Fluffy for nothing!

No, she's not.

I'm sick and tired of having to clean her hairs off the sofa all the time.

It's not Fluffy Wuffy's fault, is it, Fluffy Wuffy?

(purrs and meows)

I don't know, Fluffy.

I think you're going to have to start sleeping outside.

(gasps) You can't do that, Mum.

I don't see why not.

Fluffy is a cat, Peter, and lots of cats sleep outside.

Not Fluffy. Fluffy is a very special cat.

Aren't you, Fluffy Wuffy?

Of course Fluffy Wuffy's special, Peter,

but that doesn't mean she can't sleep outside.

Please, Mum. Don't make her sleep outside.

Don't be a silly boy, Peter.

You would be a cruel and heartless Mummy Wummy,

if you made Fluffy Wuffy sleep outside.

And you're not a cruel and heartless Mummy Wummy, are you?

(chuckles) No, Peter. I'm not.

So she doesn't have to sleep outside?

She doesn't have to sleep outside. But she can't sleep on the sofa.

Alright, then. How about she sleeps on a cushion on the floor?

Alright, then.

Come on, Fluffy Wuffy. Bedtime.

(sniffs)

(chuckles) Lucky Fluffy Wuffy.

A brand-new bed for you.

Come on, Peter. It's your bedtime, too.

Night-night, Fluffy Wuffy.

(purrs)

Last one there has to watch Number Gnomes!

No. Oh, no.

But I want to watch Number Gnomes.

Tell me I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing.

PETER: Um, that's Fluffy Wuffy. Asleep on her new bed.

No. That's not Fluffy Wuffy's new bed.

Yes, it is, isn't it Fluffy Wuffy?

No, it's not. That's my most favorite cushion in the whole world.

And I want it...

(yells) ...back!

(yells) Back!

But it's just an old cushion, Henry.

No, it's not. It's my cushion. It's my favorite cushion.

The one I watch Too Cool For School behind.

Don't you mean with, or on?

No, I mean behind.

Too Cool For School is quite scary sometimes.

And I want it back.

(yawns)

Here. You can have it back, Henry.

I'll get Fluffy another cushion to sleep on.

- Changed my mind. I don't want it back. - Why not?

HENRY: It's covered in cat hairs. Fluffy's been sleeping on it.

It's only a bit covered in cat hairs, and Fluffy's not sleeping on it now.

I don't care. I'm not sharing my cushion with a cat.

Have it your own way, Henry.

I'm going to tell Mum.

Suit yourself, worm. I'm going to watch Number Gnomes.

Only joking.

(shouts) Mum!

Worm.

- Too cool for school! - Don't be horrid, Henry.

Mum says we can buy Fluffy a new bed.

Well, whoop-a-doo.

Don't be horrid, Henry.

Hey, if Fluffy's getting a new bed, then I want a new cushion.

Oh, don't be horrid, Henry.

HENRY: And I know which cushion I want.

Who put that in there?

You did, when you were spring-cleaning the kitchen.

Don't be horrid, Henry.

This is the cushion I want!

Look at that!

Is that not a thing of beauty?!

Ooh, this one is perfect for Fluffy Wuffy.

And this one is perfect for Horrid Henry.

(doorbell rings)

BOTH: It's for me!

Delivery for Fluffy Wuffy. That's me!

Oh.

Well, no, that's not really me, that's my cat, but I'll take that.

Fluffy Wuffy, it's arrived!

PETER: Ooh, Fluffy, that looks so comfy!

I'm really jealous of you.

I wish I could be all snuggly-wuggly like you.

(chuckles)

Oh, thank you, Henry.

I'm going to take your picture, Fluffy Wuffy.

Mum told me to plug it in.

Well, I'll plug it in.

After I've taken Fluffy Wuffy's picture. Won't I, Fluffy Wuffy?

Well, you'd better. Otherwise I'll be the one who gets into trouble.

Say cheese, Fluffy Wuffy.

(camera clicks)

(Fang snores)

- MUM: Henry! - (gasps)

- Is it here? - Is what here?

My cushion. It's been ages since I ordered it.

It's been two days, Henry.

Henry, what did I say about plugging the computer thingy in?

But I... It's not my fault.

Oh, don't be horrid, Henry.

Justice must be done.

I said it's not my fault, Mum.

I heard what you said, Henry.

- HENRY: So why won't you believe me? - Why should I believe you, Henry?

(doorbell rings)

- Because I'm telling the truth! - I don't believe you, Henry.

- But that's not fair. - Life's not fair, Henry.

The doorbell's ringing.

HENRY: Huh! Typical!

Even bogey brain's getting a parcel delivered, and mine's still not here.

"We tried to deliver to your house today."

My cushion!

- Why didn't you answer the door, worm? - Don't be horrid, Henry.

Because I didn't need to.

What do you mean you didn't need to?

We've had our delivery today, haven't we, Fluffy Wuffy?

Say soya yoghurt, Fluffy Wuffy.

Come on! I haven't got all day to hang around here.

Horrid boy.

HENRY: No, you don't.

Great.

ALL: Horrid boy.

(snores)

- Hey! - ADULTS: Horrid boy.

- Oi, Linda! - Huh?

- Oh, like, Henry. - What are you doing here?

(groans) Like, I work here.

You work here?

With my dad.

Saturday job.

(snores)

Linda, wake up!

Oh, um, like, sorry, Henry. What was it you wanted?

I want my cushion.

- Like, um, your cushion? - (snores)

Yes, you see, it's a very long story, but..

So it hasn't come yet, and I thought you might know where it is.

Huh?

Hmm, yeah, well, like, we haven't got it.

You what? You haven't got it?

Nah, like.

Then who has got it?

Hmm, looks like...

Looks like... (yawns)

Looks like... it was delivered to Margaret.

- (snores) - Margaret?!

Margaret?

Margaret!

Margaret, are you in there?

MARGARET: Might be.

- You've got my cushion! - Have I?

Yes. And I want it back. Now.

Finders keepers, Henry.

Oh!

Sometimes a boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do.

Specially when there's a cushion involved.

Ready for bed, Peter?

Yes Mum, and Fluffy Wuffy's ready for bed too, aren't you, Fluffy Wuffy?

Good. Don't forget to plug in the computer thingy, will you, sweetie pie?

I won't, Mum.

(chuckles)

It's funny how we tried all those different beds for you, Fluffy Wuffy,

and in the end you just wanted a simple cushion, didn't you?

(meows)

Say, "I love my new bed," Fluffy Wuffy.

- (meows) - (camera clicks)

HENRY: No!

Psst! Shh!

(chuckles)

Today is a very special day.

For a very special boy.

Let's go and find that very special boy, shall we?

Wait here. I'll be one second.

Ready.

(both snore)

Ta-da! Time to wakey-wakey, very special boy.

(blows kazoo)

(groans) Enemy attack!

(blows kazoo and chuckles)

Peter?

Happy birthday, Henry!

Happy, happy birthday!

(yells) No!

I only wanted to give him a really special surprise.

I know you did, honey bundle.

And it was a really special surprise.

I think you just took him by, well, surprise.

(chuckles)

He did have a funny look on his face.

What sort of a look?

Oh, a surprised sort of a look.

Right. Well, hopefully he'll come down for breakfast soon.

What are you looking for?

A present for Henry.

- But that's... - Yes.

It's a cleaning item.

I think it's about time Henry started to do the washing-up, don't you?

Well, uh, yes, but...

Back in a roly mo!

Uh, Henry?

Doing the washing-up?

I know you're going to be asking

why I'm not pleased about having another birthday.

And the thing is, I am pleased, really.

'Cause I know Mum and Dad have got me a present.

It's hidden in their wardrobe.

And I'm guessing that the worm's got me something.

- Something I probably don't want. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And Great Aunt Greta'll give me something girly.

And I do like the fuss, really,

even if it's only the worm throwing bits of paper at me.

I know that's all part of the birthday fun.

(sighs) But I also know that I'm getting older.

One year older, to be precise.

And that means one year closer to having to go to work.

(camera shutter clicks)

Getting married.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

Why does that always happen?

And generally realizing life doesn't always get better as you get bigger.

(camera shutter clicks)

Ready for some more birthday fun, Henry?

Are we ready for some more birthday fun? Hmm?

PETER: Awe! Look at that, Henry.

You were such a cutey-wutey little baby waby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Alright, alright, so I was cute. Once.

PETER: More than once, Henry.

I was cute, too.

A cute worm, yeah.

(sighs) We were so young, Henry.

Huh! Speak for yourself, worm.

- I'm feeling pretty old, actually. - Old enough to do the washing-up?

Washing-up? Are you joking?

Thought not.

HENRY: Pancakes! We always used to have pancakes on our birthdays.

You did, Henry. I preferred brioche au chocolat with saucisson à la mode.

Yeah, you did. But it's my birthday today.

So tell me Mum's making me pancakes.

How should I know?

You haven't put in a special request for that fancy French stuff, have you?

You'll have to come downstairs to find out.

Oh, it's not fair.

All I want is pancakes on my birthday, and I can't even get that.

My life is so bad, it's, um, bad.

Henry, can I say something?

I guess. As long as it's, "Yes, there will be pancakes."

The bad news is that time flies.

Oh, yeah?

The good news is that you are the pilot!

Where do you get this stuff?

Which means?

You're a worm?

Which means, Henry?

You've bought me a plane for my birthday?

No, Henry. It means that you are master of your own destiny.

It means that you can do anything, go anywhere,

be anyone you want to be.

Bit deep for this time of the morning Peter?

It's deep for any time of the day, Henry.

Now get up and be a man.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life!

Well, I guess that bit's true.

But isn't every day the first day of the rest of your life?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(both sniff the air)

Do you smell what I smell, Fang?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Pancakes!

Come on! What are you waiting for?

(burps)

That's how good they were.

You make the best pancakes in the world, Mum.

And you don't make me wash up on my birthday.

That's right, Henry, because...

♪ It's your birthday today ♪

♪ Hip, hip, hip, hip hooray(!) ♪

Oh, but, Henry...

Yeah, I know, it's my birthday today.

♪ Hip, hip, hip, hip hooray ♪

Why are we doing this, Peter?

Remember when we were young?

We had joy. We had fun. We had--

And your point is?

The Birthday Song.

We always used to sing it to each other.

- When we were young. - You were never young.

Don't be horrid, Henry.

♪ It's your birthday today ♪

- (grunts) - Come on, Henry.

Don't be horrid, Henry.

♪ Hip, hip, hip, hip hooray(!) ♪

♪ It's your birthday today ♪

♪ Hip, hip, hip, hip hooray(!) ♪

♪ It's your birthday today ♪

♪ And we just came to say ♪

I dunno!

♪ Happy birthday to you today ♪

♪ It's your birthday today ♪

♪ Hip, hip, hip, hip hooray ♪

♪ It's your birthday today ♪

♪ Hip, hip, hip, hip hooray ♪

♪ It's your birthday today ♪

♪ And we just came to say ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you today ♪

(doorbell rings)

It couldn't be!

Could it?

- Yugo! - Migo!

We go.

BOTH: Amigo!

I suppose you'd better come in. Everyone else has.

RALPH: Come on, Henry!

You only live once!

Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

♪ It's my birthday today ♪

ALL: ♪ Hip, hip, hip, hip hooray ♪

♪ It's my birthday today ♪

ALL: ♪ Hip, hip, hip, hip hooray ♪

♪ It's my birthday today ♪

♪ And we just came to say ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you today ♪

♪ Happy birthday to me today ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to me... ♪ - ♪ Happy Birthday to you... ♪

ALL: ♪ Today ♪

Oh, please! Another birthday?