Boxes 4 O'Clock Club

# Where do you go when you know nobody can understand you?

# When it's just too much to handle

# What do you do when you went out somewhere you never planned to?

# Washed out, stressed out like it was shampoo

# You should stay

# It can change

# There's good days and bad days

# But one day down the line

# This time is sure to stop

# So the only time is now, four o'clock. #

-# It's a new term

-New school

-# New year

-New start

-# Fresh fun

-# New laughs

# New adventures

# New surprises

# New detentions

# But we don't mind It's OK

# Usually the price made it worth it

# There's room for more

# With new horizons

# What happens next?

# We're not sure but we're eager to see what is around the corner

# New start

# New start

# My brand-new start

# New page in our lives

# New chapter for us

# New gang of mates

# Fell in love with this crowd last year

# At first I was feeling drowned out

# But then they accepted me for me

# Even though they've got me into trouble recently

# Yet they can be distracting but I wouldn't change a thing

# They're friends for life

# And that's it

# New school

# New buildings Same riffraff

# Awful children

# Substandard staff

# At least it's a new place

# Could a new me now take charge again?

# A whole new kingdom for his Excellency

# Emperor Nero, yeah, that's me

# A chance to knuckle down

# A chance to eat chips in our new canteen

# Served with a pickle now

# Maybe they'll invent a new subject we like

# Where we don't need a book and you do it outside

# Sounds cool

# Whatever happens We'll do it with pride

# Whatever happens We'll go with the vibe, yeah!

# Start this year with our heads held high

# New start New start

# A brand-new start

# New page in our lives Yeah!

# And a brand-new chapter for us. #

-ALL:

-Ugh.

-What is going on?

-This is chaos!

Have we wandered into a dump by mistake?

You can't build a new school at short notice.

They probably just took what they could get.

I heard the other place was built on a Roman burial site.

Apparently, it was extremely haunted.

Ridiculous. I was told it was swallowed up by a sinkhole.

I wish a sinkhole would swallow me.

Owen, you ain't still pining after Katie, are you?

Be glad you don't share a room with him.

He calls her name out in his sleep.

-Hiya.

-Hi, um, ladies, would you mind giving this to Katie for me?

Ugh! Why does it smell funny? Did you spill vinegar on it?

It's cologne. He thinks it makes him more attractive.

-Uh, I suddenly got a craving for chips.

-Ah! No, no, no!

Why would you...? Why would you do that?

For our sanity, you need to get over her!

Yeah, yeah, snap out of it, man. Grab the opportunity.

New school.

New term. New us!

New demo.

So that's the magic demo

that you have been working on all summer?

This is it, kids. The year of Nero Johnson. Hyper star!

Whoo! Whoo!

If you want someone to give you change,

you should probably put down a hat or something.

I wasn't busking. I wasn't busking, Polly... Polly!

Wait!

Still remember our first day here. Seems so...

-Big and scary.

-I'd be sad if I actually cared.

-Know what I miss the most about the old Elmsmere?

-What?

I don't know, that's why I'm asking you.

Who are these? Is that the old school?

No, it's another building that was underneath the old school.

Yeah, they dug up the rooms over the summer.

Yeah, I ain't a complete dimbleoid,

I went on holiday to Turkey this summer

to a well-load of ruins, actually.

Sure you weren't just at your local kebab shop?

Shut up, Harry Potter, FYI, it had loads of falling-down columns

and I had a go on an actual donkey, bet you lot did nothing like that.

-I saw a funny cloud.

-And I went to, um, Spy School.

-Spy School?

-Shut up.

-Yeah. For our final exam, they sent us on a mission.

Stop Doctor Destructor.

And long story short, Elmsmere got infected by evil robots.

-That is why they had to shut it down.

-No, they didn't.

There ain't even no such thing as robots.

Well, I'd love to tell you more, but it's all a bit top-secret.

You are such a liar, Spamber.

When you said we was moving,

you never said it would be to another caravan.

-Why can't we have a house?

-Ask your mother.

-I did.

And she said it was because your life

is a depressing showcase of failure.

CJ, I have to help Mrs Goodman oversee the school move.

-I don't have time to debate this.

-You never have time.

And stop slamming the door!

I can't afford a new caravan.

What if the new classroom doesn't have enough space?

Where will I put my things?

At least you haven't got to get the choir ready

for a last-minute performance.

Of course I don't, Dexter, I teach science,

why would they ask me to take choir?

What if the Bunsen burners haven't been connected?

-Deep breath, one, two...

-HE BREATHES OUT

Have you seen these maps? Did Goodman get a chimp to design them?

The gym's not even on here!

Breathe!

Oh! Isn't this exciting? Oh, look at this place.

It's paradise!

You've got a funny idea of paradise, love.

Clearly, she has never been to Magaluf.

Magaluf?! SHE GIGGLES

Anyway, if you make your way to the hall,

I'll be giving updates in morning assembly. Woohoo!

Where is the hall?

-Probably in one of these boxes.

-Yeah, along with Goodman's marbles.

-Stop stroking Katie's locker.

-Lockers, lockers... Aha! Lockers!

Someone is in a good mood for the first day of term.

I'm singing on the radio today.

-What?!

-The school choir won a competition.

SHE HUMS

Did you hear that? That voice is the sound of opportunity knocking.

-Except you are not in the choir.

-Yet.

And anyhow, why would they let someone like you into Spy School?

-Spies aren't liars.

-They sort of are.

Anyway, I'd make a well better spy than you...

-What is with all these boxes?

-Can you believe my dad?

He always puts work before his own son.

Perhaps he hates you like my goldfish hates me.

-Oi, who would make a proper spy, me or Spamboid?

-Neither.

You have got a gob the size of the Channel Tunnel.

And she doesn't take nothing seriously.

If anyone would make a good spy...

-It's me.

-Well, tough.

Apparently, to be a spy, you've got to go to a non-existent Spy School.

Right. Liar.

# Typical Ingrid

# Can't let anything go

# I was sailing smooth seas

# And she comes to rock the boat

# Typical Spamber

# Amber the spanner

# Acting like a big shot

# Pretty bad acting

# OK-doke to expose

# Pinocchio's nose

# Every lie that she tells

# See how it grows?

# A million miles long

# All the fibs that she tells

# But I didn't believe her stupid little tales

# Lies, lies, lies

# Can't let it go

# I know her lies, lies, lies

# Don't sweat it, yo Little white lies

# Can't let it go Little white lies

# Won't let it go

# Typical day, we've only been here five minutes

# Amber is weaving a story as bad as my gran's knitting

# And I know how this will go

# We'll all have to play along

# Like when Darnesh pretended he was an astronaut

# Or when we acted like Amber's arms were six feet long

# Or that time we said a tail was growing out my bum

# I really am tired of this stupid stuff

# The lies, lies, lies Can't she just grow up?

# OK, I've told a lie

# And it might get out of hand

# Guess the best thing to do is tell the truth while I can

# Or double down

# Although life is short

# I could trick Ingrid,

# Have her gasping for more

# Double O is my title

# They gave me in Spy School

# Complete the mission and get away with the lie

# It's vital

# Lies, lies, lies

# Can't let it go

# I know her lies, lies, lies

# Don't sweat it, yo

# Little white lies

# Can't let it go Little white lies

# Won't let it go. #

OK, then, let's see who the best spy is.

-Everyone into a box.

-Aye, aye, boss.

Good morning, everybody, and welcome to our...

-Sorry, couldn't find the hall.

-Sit down!

So, good mor...

Sorry, got a bit lost trying to round up the choir.

Well, at least you're here now.

Hey, Dex, don't suppose you need any more bodies for the choir?

You can't join the choir. You'll just mess around and ruin it.

Well, we are missing a few members.

At the moment, I've only confirmed Polly and Katie.

I would love to join too. If that's OK, sir.

Right, OK, if he's doing it, I am too.

Somebody needs to keep an eye on you.

Why do they get an afternoon off and we don't?

Yeah, I want to join the choir.

I can sing really good. Probably.

Can we just get on?

You are all in. Rehearsal at lunchtime in the music room.

-Don't be late.

-Can we please get on with this assembly?

Some of us have a new library to organise.

Mr Harris, please, just sit down.

Finally.

So it's lovely to see you all here.

You know, hiding in a box all day

isn't as fun as I thought it would be.

It totally reeks in here.

What are these? Fish boxes?

A spy wouldn't complain about the smell.

You ain't a spy, Spamber.

Funny how I'm not the one complaining, though.

I've well had too much of this.

Well, there you go. I was the last in the box.

I guess that proves I did go to Spy School.

It don't prove nothing.

Yeah, technically, anyone can hide in a box.

My grandad lives in a box.

In the cemetery.

So let's get back in, and see who is the first to make it

around the school and back up to CJ's caravan without getting caught.

-I'm in.

-Yeah, me too.

And when I win, I'm going to tell everyone

that you are the biggest liar on earth.

Boo!

Hate to be the voice of reason,

but shouldn't we be going to lessons instead of having a box race?

I'm going to call my box Boxer.

Ha-ha.

Right, you. What?!

-Get out of my office.

-You get out of my office!

There has clearly been a mix-up. This one was obviously meant for me.

But my name is on the door. I should know, I put it there.

-Well, then, take it off.

-Too late.

-You can't change signs, that's the rules.

-All you have to do...

You have not heard the last of this.

# There is a thing you can say

# There is a thing you can do

# To hold me back from this feeling

# When we come together

# I've never felt better

# And I love feeling this free... #

-The voice of an angel.

-Yeah, the angel of death.

THEY LAUGH

-Sir, Nero is messing about, as usual.

-Huh? What did I do?

You're laughing! I am nervous already as it is, sir.

He's going to ruin everything.

Can you stop jabbering at your boyfriend so we can get on with it?

-I'm sorry?

-Yes, catfight!

If I knew there was this much drama in the choir,

-I would have joined years ago.

-Can we focus, please?

We've got to be at the radio station and singing in a couple of hours.

So, Polly, let's practise your solo from the top.

And I promise not to enjoy myself in any way whatsoever.

That's it! I quit.

I can't do this if he's making jokes.

Nero, go and apologise or you are staying here all afternoon.

Fine, I'll apologise for nothing.

HE LAUGHS

-You do know I look like him. Right?

-Uh!

Stop breathing near me, Owen.

Right you are.

Hey! Hey! What do you think you're doing?

I'm feeling enough pressure without your attention seeking.

Life is just a game to you, Nero. But this matters to me.

It matters to me, too.

Really!

Come back in. Please.

You don't want to miss out on an opportunity like this.

-You are up to something.

-I'm not.

I'm just thinking of you. No more messing, I swear.

SHE SIGHS Last chance.

-Oi, Harry Potter!

-Don't listen to her, Boxy.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Helena?

Helena?

We need to talk about my new office.

Polly was furious with him one minute.

Next thing she's back in the choir.

How does he always make people do what he wants?

Face it. he's cool enough to charm the legs off of an octopus.

-What, so I'm not cool?

-What does it matter?

It matters because Katie wants the opposite of whatever I am.

-Find someone who likes you for you.

-But I want Katie.

The only way that you're going to get bad boy charm is if you get

a leather jacket, a pierced ear and a motorbike.

THEY LAUGH

-You do know I'm joking, right?

-No, no, no. Yes. Of course.

So we'll have you guys over here and the band will set up over there.

Nice.

Hey, how are you doing? I'm Nero Johnson,

star of the Elmsmere school choir.

Say someone wanted to get their demo played,

hypothetically speaking, how would they go about...?

-I knew you were up to something.

-Yes, so?

I'm here for a reason, just like you.

Now, you can sing or whatever and I can flog my demo.

Will we have time for a run before The Mutters get here?

-You mean The Splutters.

-Yes. The Splutters. Sorry.

Did he just say The Splutters? Oh, no. Bad. Very bad.

The Splutters. Really? I can't believe you got tickets.

Why don't you guys join us on stage

-and sing backing vocals on our first song?

-Yes.

Polly is a very special girl.

-Because she only has six weeks to live.

-What?

You're banned from all Splutters gigs for ever. You're a disgrace.

We're banned from all of their concerts for life.

If they see us here...

-They won't even notice us.

-Hello? I'm singing a solo.

Here they are. Hi. Are you all right? Good to meet you.

I can't do this. Thanks a lot. You are so selfish.

Hey...

I'm not the one pulling out.

OK.

-Lost.

-I like to think of it as differently found.

I ain't letting your squeaky little mate beat us.

She'll be like, "Oh, this proves I'm a spy," and whatever.

-Where are you going?

-Toilet.

Nosy!

I'll just wait it here, then, shall I?

Just you and me, Boxy.

-Where's Owen?

-Don't know, it's not like Woggle to be late.

Sorry I'm late, everyone.

You?

I told you I was joking.

What?

I thought you meant about the motorbike.

All of it, you plum.

SHE LAUGHS

Hey.

You've got to come back in.

Oh, do I?

-Polls...

-Last chance, I said.

You know how much this matters to me.

I told you, you just don't care.

How can you be so selfish?

# She's right

# She's right

# I know she's right

# It was all about me

# My hopes My dreams

# That radio gig was a big chance for me to get my demo on the air

# The attention I need

# Get it heard by the masses

# That's a real satisfaction

# Joining the choir I didn't have good intentions

# My only intention As soon as the session was finished

# Was to have my demo over with swiftness

# And get this spotlight

# My moment in the spotlight

# My moment in the spotlight

# My moment in the spotlight

# My moment in the spotlight

# The radio station performance

# Was hoping for so much more

# My feet in the door

# The time has arrived

# Nero's come along and ruined my chances

# How can I sing in this choir?

# I'm set for retirement

# Singing my heart out

# No-one's buying it

# They hate my guts

# And guess whose fault it is

# My time in the spotlight

# No time, it's not right

# Shut up shop It's late now

# Life's going to fade out

# It was a spotlight time all right

# With the sweet melody and my razor-sharp rhymes

# Usually there's only a spotlight for one

# Polly wants the spotlight and look what I've done

# This was her chance to shine and I've took it away

# Do I feel guilty? Just look at my face

# Selfish, she said

# And under the spotlight I've took a hard look at myself

# And seen she's right. #

You're right. I messed up.

-What's the twist?

-No, no, no, there ain't one.

Unless you call me saying sorry a twist.

I'm really sorry, Polls.

-Come on, come back in.

-I can't, though.

The second we're spotted, the entire choir gets thrown out of the studio.

What if there's a way of you doing your solo but without being seen?

How?

Leave the talking to me.

What is that in your ear?

Oh, my days.

You actually went and got your ear pierced.

Yeah, so? Why is it so surprising

that boring old Owen would get his ear pierced?

Oh, you've ruined yourself.

My Owen has a hole in him when there shouldn't be a hole.

Look...

it's just an earring. Everybody take a chill pill.

Right, let's finish this, stupid...

Harry Potter?

Oi, there's a weird boy in that box!

Come back. Come back!

DOOR CREAKS

Where's Boxy?

GIGGLING

You've got this.

Hey. Who said you could go in there?

I... It's for my mate.

She's got a big solo. She's very nervous,

she's only ever sung in the shower.

That's why we've got the blinds drawn.

Don't I know you?

Just got one of them faces.

You were the one who pulled that scam on us. What are you up to now?

Nero, what's going on?

Guys, we're on the clock. Going live in two.

I don't want that boy singing with the band.

-But...

-No arguments.

OK, I don't want to cause a scene.

No!

Oi! You're squashing Harry Potter.

-Oh!

-Uh-oh.

HE GASPS

-Oh...

-This is your fault, Amber.

What? No, it isn't!

It's all your fault....

And we all agreed to get in the boxes, so...

THEY SHOUT

All right?

What's, er...going on?

You're alive?

Yeah.

I think I am.

Oh, no, they're squashing Boxy.

I don't know whether to hug you or hit you.

I do. Oi, spy girl.

Spy this.

-Whoa!

-Oh!

HE GROANS

In the studio today, performing a unique version of their next

single, it's The Splutters with the Elmsmere Manor choir.

# Been with you a long time

# And when we are together

# I want to sing from the tallest rooftop

# From the highest mountain

# I close my eyes and I know exactly where I'm supposed to be. #

-SHE GASPS

-Crispin!

Something you want to tell me, Helena?

Bills.

Everywhere.

Why didn't you mention Elmsmere was in debt?

Oh!

I've been keeping it to myself for months.

It's been very stressful.

That's why we had to move, isn't it?

Because we couldn't afford the lease on the old school.

Oh, please don't tell anybody.

I only wanted what was best for our students.

I don't how to fix this.

-Look, you're upset.

-Mmm!

Maybe you should take some time off.

Oh, well, yeah,

maybe that'd be for the best.

I mean now.

Oh.

Yes.

-Right.

-I'm sure I can look after the place in your absence.

PAPERS FALL

# I close my eyes and I know exactly where I'm supposed to be

# And when I feel like this

# All I want to do is sing about how good you make me feel

# So if you are like me and can see where this road leads

# You'll help me to the right thing

# And help me sing it out

# There's nothing you can say

# There's nothing you can do

# To hold me back from this feeling

# When we come together

# I've never felt better

# And I love feeling this free

# I love feeling this free

# I love feeling this free

# I love feeling this free

# I love feeling this free. #

-Wow!

-APPLAUSE

You did it.

Imagine what you could do with a pair of lungs like Polly's.

You could blow up a lot of balloons.

Sorry you didn't get to give them your demo, mate.

Oh, it's fine.

You've got to know when the spotlight belongs elsewhere.

It's OK. After that performance, you're forgiven.

-Oh, sweet.

-Polly tells us you're not a bad little singer yourself.

He's brilliant. Even if he would be the first to admit that.

Actually, Nero spent all summer recording a demo.

Speaking of which...

Oi. You know Owen only got an earring to be more like you.

-What are you talking about?

-Have you seen the state of his ear?

It's swollen up like a pork chop.

You're a bad influence. Trying to make him impress me - it's too much.

Says the walking definition of "too much".

TITTERING

Whoa!

That kit cost ten grand!

You never come near this band again.

OK.

Before we go...any chance you still want to play my demo?

-# Can't live with 'em

-And you can't kick 'em out

# When they're up they rub it in your face

-# Kick you when you're down

-But when no-one understands them

-# You know what they're on about

-Always gonna be around

# Gotta find a common ground

# If you know so much about me

# Where do I go from here?

-# If you see 'em every day

-You can never get away

# Only time that you're the boss? 4 o'clock. #