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 ♪

Greetings, honorary members of the Purple Hand Gang.

Ready for some fun?

(flicks through TV channels)

I can't decide whether I want to watch in the past, the present or the future.

Henry? Isn't it your bedtime?

Nope! Mum said I could stay up all night watching Gross Class Zero reruns.

Did she? That's odd.

That'll work for about... ten seconds?

- Henry, Mum says... - (TV blares)

Sorry! Can't hear you!

Henry, look...

Oh, I give up.

Just bought us another 20 seconds.

Time for the titles at least.

Snot, bogey, fart, poo, we're all gross and so are you!

Alright, alright. Coming.

- (switches channel) - Welcome to "Catch Them If You Can".

The show where we share mouse tails, and we don't mean stories. Meow.

(meows)

(birds chirp)

(coos)

MUM: Henry! Will you hurry up?

(meows)

(purrs)

(indistinct chatter)

- (meows) - DAD: Not now, Fluffy. I'm busy.

(groans)

PETER: Good morning, Fluffy Wuffy!

- (meows) - Did you sleep well, Fluffy Wuffy?

(purrs)

Aw. Are you ready for some brekky-wekky, Fluffy Wuffy?

(purrs)

There you go, Fluffy Wuffy.

(meows)

What is it, Fluffy Wuffy?

- (meows) - (chuckles)

Do you want some more, Fluffy Wuffy?

There you go, Fluffy Wuffy.

(chomps)

- HENRY: Mum, have you seen my...? - MUM: In the sitting room.

- HENRY: And my... - MUM: Under the settee.

- DAD: We're going to be late. - MUM: Just have a banana, Henry.

(burps)

HENRY: Yuck! Fruit? You're asking me to take a piece of fruit to school?

- PETER: I'll have a banana, Mum. - HENRY: Worm.

PETER: Mum!

DAD: Will you hurry up? We're going to be late!

- PETER: Bye, Mum. - MUM: Bye, sweetie bun! Bye, Henry.

HENRY: Bye, Mum.

(sighs) Peace at last.

Come on, Fluffy. Let's get the ball rolling.

(purrs)

MUM: No sleeping on Peter's bed, Fluffy.

(yawns)

(purrs)

(horn honks)

(meows)

(horn honks)

(horn honks)

(horn honks)

FANG: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Fang groans)

(Fang groans)

MUM: No sleeping on the bed, Fluffy.

- (meows) - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Whee! Whee! - (chuckles)

(funk music plays)

(pants)

(they bark)

(music continues)

(barking)

(music stops)

(music starts)

(squealing and snorting)

- It's not pink enough. - But, Princess...

Don't you "princess" me. It's not pink enough!

Open it! Page 27! Now look at it.

Oh, uh, yes, of course, my princess. I-I mean, my pearl.

(shouts) Look! It's not pink enough!

It's quite pink, sweetness.

But not pink enough. Get rid of it.

But I, uh, Margaret...

What do you mean, you can't get another one?

Well, you see, precious plumcake, they don't have any more pink ones stock.

It seems that the pink ones are the most popular, and so...

Yeah, yeah, the law of supply and demand and online ordering

being one step ahead of the retail stock.

Well, to be fair, I didn't actually order it online.

What? You didn't order it online. Well, there you go, then.

If you didn't order it online,

you wouldn't have been one step ahead of the curve.

Well, I suppose not, sweetpea, but...

I suppose it's not that bad a pink, really.

Well, yes. If you like pink.

I do. Pink makes me look pretty.

Well, yes, my little pinklington, you do look pretty in pink.

- If everyone else wants a pink one... - Yes?

- And I've got a pink one... - Yes?

Then that's not a bad thing, is it?

Well, no. I suppose it isn't.

It can stay.

Good decision, my pink pumpkin.

(beeps)

WOMAN: Boodle Poodles Are We. Can we help you?

(beeps)

(camera clicks)

(snores)

MUM: Don't be horrid, Henry.

PETER: Mum, he's doing it again!

DAD: N-O spells "no," Henry.

(snores)

(dogs bark and yap)

HENRY: Yuck! I can't believe you keep asking me to take fruit into school.

DAD: See ya later, snootagator.

- Good morning. - Horrid man.

(horn honks)

- (purrs) - (horn honks)

MARGARET: One day! One day!

That's not enough time to get to know each other.

Don't go. Don't leave me.

I can't live if living is without you.

No! No, no, no! No, no, no!

(grunts)

Ta-da!

- (meows) - (beeps)

(funk music plays)

No, no, no!

What you looking at?

RALPH: That's gross, Henry.

AL: That's really gross, Henry.

I dunno.

Look at him. He thinks he's so horrid.

Yeah, horrid.

(all laugh)

Wonder what he's up to now.

Yeah, what he's up to now?

What he's up to now what, Susan?

Um, yeah, what he's up to now what? Uh, you what, Margaret?

Precisely!

Yeah, Mr I'm So Horrid I'm Just Cool All The Time Snot-For-Brains.

Yeah, Mr, uh... You what, Margaret?

The Purple Hand Gang. I should be in it.

- Yeah. Why? - Why? Why?

Why shouldn't I be in the Purple Hand Gang?

Practically everyone else is.

Yeah. Everyone else is. Everyone else is what, Margaret?

Everyone else is... Oh, what's the point, Susan?

- Yeah, what's the point, Susan? - Precisely.

(bell rings)

(cackles)

Do you think I should be in the Purple Hand Gang, Susan?

- Uh, don't know. - You don't know?

I mean, yeah, yeah, I-I definitely do.

Because if you don't think I should, and you're meant to be my best friend?

Yeah, my best friend.

No, not my best friend. Your best friend.

(both chuckle)

- We'll be your best friends, Margaret. - We like being best friends.

No chance!

- Oh. - Yeah, uh, sorry.

MARGARET: Susan!

- Margaret? - What is it?

Can I ask you a question, Margaret?

Course you can. You're my best friend.

Am I, Margaret?

What do you mean? Course you are. I'm your best friend, aren't I?

- Well, yeah, but... - But what?

Why are you so horrid all the time, Margaret?

Horrid? Horrid? I'm not horrid.

Yes, you are. You're horrid. And bossy.

Bossy is the new black, Susan. Nothing feels as good as bossy.

Yeah. Well, then, you're moody.

That's the way I was made. Not much I can do about that.

Well, I still think you're horrid.

I'm not horrid. Don't you see? That's the problem.

What do you mean?

I'm not horrid. And I want to be horrid. Just like Henry.

Are you jealous of Henry?

(laughter)

No. And anyway, there's nothing wrong with jealousy.

I think you're jealous, Margaret.

I am not jealous, Susan.

You are horrid, Margaret.

Alright, then. Have it your own way. Let's get in there and tell them, then.

(trumpet fanfare)

Go on, then.

"This proclamation hereby proclaims

that I, Margaret Millicent Maudita Smythe, am most horrid."

(class gasps)

(sighs)

Carry on.

Yeah. "Because I am horrid through and through."

(class gasps)

Yeah. "Watch me being horrid."

- Boo! - (sobs)

Hey!

Double hey!

Deten...

Don't worry, miss. I'm going.

Huh?

(whispers) Go away.

Feeling pretty stupid, huh?

I said, go away.

You know, it doesn't have to be like this.

If you don't go away right now, I'm going to tell on you.

Alright, alright! Don't shout my ears off.

- That's my line. - It's quite a good one.

I know.

- I can show you how to be horrid. - What do you mean?

I can show you how to be horrid. It's not that difficult.

Rolling your eyebrows isn't horrid.

Look, Mr Snot-For-Brains, if you think for one minute...

(clears throat) If you think for one minute,

that I can't hear you, young lady, you've got another think coming.

- Please, sir. - What is it, you horrid boy?

Miss Lovely said could you please give her a hand

with sorting out the Good As Gold Stars cupboard?

She said it's a terrible mess, and...

Yes, alright. I heard you.

Hmm, yes, well, then, carry on as you were till I get back.

BOTH: Yes, sir.

That was horrid.

Yep. And there's more where that came from.

- I know there is. - Would you like me to show you how?

What do you think, slugsnot?

You see, that's a perfect example.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

If you wanna be really horrid,

then you've got to learn to sometimes not be horrid.

Yeah. You what?

Time for the serious stuff.

(guitar riff)

♪ So you feel like being horrid ♪

♪ Horrid's what you wanna be ♪

Well, get on with it.

♪ Not bossy or mean or moody ♪

♪ Horrid just like me ♪

♪ Yeah, you feel like being horrid ♪

♪ Horrid's what you wanna be ♪

♪ Not bossy or mean or moody ♪

♪ Horrid just like me ♪

♪ Yes, I feel like being horrid ♪

♪ Horrid's what I wanna be ♪

♪ Not bossy or mean or moody ♪

♪ Yeah, horrid's what I wanna be ♪

It's so easy, it's so easy!

Horrid is a state of mind!

It's not easy, it's not easy!

It just ain't my state of mind.

Go on, then. You first.

- Me first what? - You go first.

Go on. Be horrid.

I...

I can't.

Alright, then. I'll go first, shall I?

Go on, then, Mr I'm So Sure I'm The Horridest Person In The World.

Alright, then. Take bogeys, for example.

Huh, yeah! I knew there'd be a bogey in there somewhere.

Bogeys are great for being horrid.

Like when I had a really bad cold.

(sneezes)

(blows nose)

AL: Eugh. Show me the bogey, Henry.

(girls yelp)

(giggles)

My turn now.

So, what you're going to do today...

(girls groan)

...is watch me eating my best Easter egg.

(girls sigh)

- Nope. - What do you mean, nope?

Not horrid. Just mean.

Watch this. This is horrid.

Watch me eating my best Easter egg.

What?!

HENRY: Nah, nah, ne, nah, nah.

(growls) I'll get you, Henry!

- Now that's horrid. - (door opens)

Like, uh, we was wondering if you were done yet, Margaret.

(yawns)

Yep. I'm done. Just don't expect me to share my best Easter egg with you.

Yeah, like, what Easter egg, Margaret?

(music starts)

♪ So if you feel like being horrid ♪

♪ Horrid's what you wanna be ♪

♪ Not bossy or mean or moody ♪

♪ Horrid just like me ♪

♪ It's so easy, it's so easy ♪

♪ Horrid is a state of mind ♪

♪ Yes I feel like being horrid ♪

♪ Horrid's what I wanna be ♪

♪ Not bossy or mean or moody ♪

♪ Yes, horrid's what I wanna be ♪

♪ It's so easy, it's so easy ♪

♪ Horrid is a state of mind ♪

Remember, be horrid.

Be very horrid.

(both laugh)