Triathlon Trouble Dennis the Menace and Gnasher

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Ready, Gnasher? Let's go!

# Playing by the rules

# Is highly overrated

# Unstoppable, unstoppable, yeah!

# They can't hold us back

# We'll make the most of every second

# Unstoppable, unstoppable, yeah!

# After all is said and done

# Shout, "One for all and all for fun!"

# Nothing's gonna bring us down today

# Open up your eyes The world outside is waiting. #

First one to the top wins. On the count of three.

One...

Cheat!

Oh! Menace!

Oh, Dennis!

Get off me, Walter!

-Oh, stop that at once! Ugh!

-Sorry, Miss.

-That was meant for Walter.

-Ooh!

Get me out of here!

Dennis! Walter! Angel Face!

My office! Now!

Sport is about working together, pulling as one team.

Tying up Mrs Creature is not a sport, Dennis.

Next week is the annual triathlon against Greytowers Prep.

Our school hasn't won that in 20 years.

Ah, but this year we will, because you three will represent

Beanotown school in this year's competition.

-What?

-Us? Team up?

With these losers?

Now, now. I want you to prove that you can pull together for the school

and make me very proud.

Doh! Oh!

Choose a captain and get training, team Beanotown.

You three are the triathlon team!

I know, Curly, I know.

But maybe with a strong captain, someone with talent,

charisma, someone like...me!

Doh, get off it!

There's only one way to settle this. A pie face-off. Yeah!

Whoever gets the pie will be captain.

Get ready, get set, pie!

Doh!

Argh!

Argh!

Be prepared to follow my lead, loser!

Argh! Ooh, ooh, ooh!

Operation gnash landing, Gnasher!

Ha ha! Yes, I'm the captain of team Beanotown. Woo-hoo!

And I'm the captain of Greytowers.

Look Jules, look, Jemma, our competition.

We usually jog up and down Mount Beano to train

but I don't think we need to bother,

not now we've seen you smelly little oiks.

Hey! Walter may be smelly, but he's no oik!

That's right, but that hurt.

Looks like the triathlon trophy is ours again. Later, losers!

Losers!

How very dare they! Smelly oiks, indeed!

-I've never been so insulted.

-And I thought you were pompous.

Nobody calls me a loser and gets away with it.

Right, we're going to swim harder, run faster

and ride better than ever before in the history of the triathlon.

-Who's with me?

-Huh! I don't know.

-Ooh, sounds sweaty.

-Come on.

We can't let them beat us. We're team Beanotown.

-Oh!

-Oh...

Walter, you leave me no choice. I'm sending for special ops.

WHISTLE

Gnash!

Ah, excellent technique, Walter.

SHE PANTS

Oh, I'm not training any more, Dennis.

-How about now?

-Argh!

Oh, thanks, Paul. Thanks, Grandpa Paulie. Thanks, Auntie Paula.

Team Beanotown is now in shape and ready to win.

Let the games begin!

CHEERING

Just imagine. You've got itching powder in your swimming trunks.

-What?

-Oh, as if I would!

Walter and Jemma, on your marks, get set...

Oh, oh, oh!

Gnash, gnash!

Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

-Gnash!

-Oh, no!

Oh!

Congratulations to Jemma. First round to Greytowers.

BELL RINGS

-Nice swim, Jemma. 1-0 to you.

-It's Jules, actually.

Oh, hang on. You're...

Round two. BMX trials. Good luck, all.

-Oh, Bravo, bravo. Super flip.

-Beat that, Beanotown loser.

I can beat you with my eyes closed.

Right, time for my legendary triple switchback.

Argh!

Huh?

You're a legend at the triple, Dennis. What happened?

-The twins used a magnet to mess with my bike.

-That's not all.

Jemma didn't finish the swimming. That slimy Jules did it for her.

-Gnash!

-Oh, OK, team. We've got to win the final race. Who's with me?

Game on!

Don't open this till I tell you.

I'm onto you, cheat.

PANTING

Oh, I can't...go...on.

PHONE RINGS

Open the envelope now!

Argh!

Come on, Angel Face! Come on.

Go, go, go.

-Gnasher, Walter needs you.

-Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Walter, try and remember that what I'm about to do

is for the sake of the team.

After him, Gnasher!

-Gnash, gnash, gnash!

-Oh, oh, oh! Thank you for this.

Nasty gnashy Gnasher!

Out of breath already?

What?

Where are the twins?

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

She! It's only me and Gnasher.

Rupert's cycling the track, not running it,

but we're going to stop their cheating forever.

Listen closely.

What? Go back the way I just came?

-Oh!

-Gnash!

Oh, stop that! Argh!

Gnash, gnash!

Hooray! Hooray.

Hang on, everybody. Greytowers are cheats.

Rupert was riding this bike until Gnasher gnashed the tyres.

-That's a serious allegation. Do you have proof?

-Yes, we do. Gnasher!

That's the snorkel Jules, not Jemma, used to win the swimming

and that's the magnet they used to make my BMX crash.

Don't let him gnash me again! I'll tell the truth. We did cheat.

THEY BOO

Right, well, in that case, Greytowers is disqualified.

This year's triathlon winners are team Beanotown.

Hurray!

Later, losers! Ha-ha!

-Hang on. If the competition's over...

-Give me that!

-I'm the team captain.

-Not any more.