High Trubble Musical Hotel Trubble

Welcome to Hotel Trubble! Meet Sally, our receptionist.

PHONE RINGS

Always service with a smile!

And that's Lenny. He's a man of many talents.

We're just not sure what they are yet.

Here's Mrs Poshington and her cat, General Sirius Poshington.

-Miaow!

-She's our regular pest...

I mean... guest.

HE SIGHS

She never leaves.

Which just leaves me, Jamie.

I'm the Bellboy.

Can I take your bags?

# Hotel Trubble forever

# It's the pits and we know it

# We're stuck but we love it

# Hotel Trubble forever

# As we try to survive

# Each day brings disaster

# Hotel Trubble forever

# We're a team staying calm on and on

# So the hotel survives

# Trubble Trubble

# Always got a plan

# Hotel Trubble

# We're your biggest fan

# Trubble Trubble

# Keep the hotel alive. #

-Oh, Sally, you look...

-Gorgeous?

Taller.

-Ready for the big event?

-Yes.

I've been planning my outfit for months!

Oh, Jamie!

-You look very dapper indeed!

-Thank you.

I had it made specially for tonight.

Well, I'm most impressed with you both. But where are the decorations?

What do you mean, decorations?

-The ceremony is at that posh hotel on the high street.

-What?

-Well, nobody told me!

-That's because there's only two invitations.

One for me and one for Jamie!

The cheek of it! Why was I not invited?

Mr Trubble will be furious!

Mr Trubble? Why would he be... Hang on, what are you talking about?

Mr Trubble's birthday party! What are YOU talking about?

The Great British Hotel Awards Ceremony.

Me and Jamie have been nominated!

Jamie for Best Bellboy

and me for the Receptionist With The Best Shoes.

SHE LAUGHS

Oh, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard!

-Hang on, did you say Mr Trubble's birthday party?

-Yes!

-It's today?

-Of course it is!

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Hang on, when's the party? We can't miss the awards ceremony!

OK, Sally, relax. The ceremony's at six.

So we need to arrange the party for eight o'clock.

I can't believe it's been a year since the last one.

It was a disaster!

-Do you remember what Mr Trubble said afterwards?

-Yep! He said,

-"Next year better be better or else."

-Or else we need to find a new hotel to run!

Actually, it was "ruin".

Exactly.

Don't worry, he's probably forgotten.

Anyway, he's not gonna fire us on his birthday.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Oh! Hi, Mr Trubble!

You just wanted to let us know that you definitely WILL fire us?

Especially on your birthday.

Sorry, what was that?

Mrs Poshington is in charge of making sure we do a brilliant bash

and she'll lose her cushty hotel room if we don't?

Yep, OK, we understand, goodbye.

-Ah, well, that's good news! Eh?

-No, Lenny, that's bad news.

We went through the difference between good and bad before.

Now, altogether...

-Good is, gossip magazine.

-Gossip magazine, yeah!

-Bad is, orange nail varnish.

-Orange nail varnish!

Ah, you're learning fast.

Right, listen up. This party needs to be awesome. Crisis meeting, now!

Think people, think! Any ideas?

Monkeys!

No.

I know!

Mr Trubble's favourite thing in the whole wide world is musicals.

Why don't we do a musical show?

There's not enough time! How will we manage it? More importantly, who will be in it?

Meeeeeeeeeeeee!

No way.

You sound like a cat with a cold trapped inside a washing machine!

CAT MIAOWS

On spin dry.

CAT SQUEALS

-I do not sound like that.

-No, I agree.

-Thanks, Lenny.

-It's more like, ah-ow-eee!

Anyway, you should stick to what you're good at. Filing your nails and reading magazines.

Oh, look what you did.

We need help, fast. And professional help.

If only we could find party planners to put on a show in less than six hours, we'd be fine.

Like this!

"Perfecto Party Planners.

"We can put together a show in less than six hours.

"And we can sing and dance better than anyone."

I'll call them straight away.

Hello? Perfecto Party Planners?

Yeah. I'd like to make a booking, please.

Erm, yeah. For today?

Oh, they've arrived!

Too right we've arrived!

Sharon-Anne and Rudy.

Put on this earth to make your party

Perfecto!

What a pleasure to meet you all.

Gosh! Your hair is so 2008!

You're cute.

If I tilt my head like this and squint(!)

Ah, it's great to meet you both.

Yeah, as great as your face.

Thanks for coming. I'm afraid we've only got hours to put on a show for Mr Trubble.

Well, lucky for you, we not only organise your party, we star in it!

Too right, bro. Take us to our auditorium.

Oh, it's through there.

-Wooooo!

-Cool!

# I am beautiful no matter what they say

# Words can't bring me down. #

Erm, excuse me, boy with the face?

What in the name of Beyonce is this?

It's no Wembley Arena, but you know what they say.

-All the world's a stage.

-Rudy, glitter! Now!

Sis, this is a code-red decoration alert!

Where is the glitter ball? I feel faint!

-Is there anything we can do to help?

-Knock it down and start again?

You! I want you to cover this disgusting rubbish dump of a room

with the most pink, glittery, gorgeous things you can find. Understand? NOW!

And you.

Get video messages from Mr Trubble's friends saying how excited they are

about coming to the party where we will star!

And happy birthday, how much they love him or whatever.

-Yeah, but the problem is...

-NO! JUST GO!

We have important warming up to do!

Aaaagh!

Only five and a half hours to go!

Oooh!

But Mr Trubble doesn't have any friends.

Hang on.

Can you help me?

I'm trying to record a birthday message for my friend.

-I'm recording birthday messages for my friend.

-No.

I feel so rejected!

I'm recording birthday messages for my friend Mr Trubble.

-Can I get you to help me?

-Who's Mr Trubble?

He runs the hotel I work at.

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble.

Excellent! Thank you very much!

What's it about? Who do I say it to? I'm quite a busy woman.

-Happy birthday, Mr Trubble. You're our favourite guy.

-Mr Trubble?

Do I know him?

-Happy.

-Birthday.

-What's his name?

-Mr Trubble!

-OK, happy.

-Birthday.

-Mr.

-Trubble.

Mr Trubble! Wheeeee! Happy birthday! Brilliant, yay!

I'm so excited it's your birthday. The Trubble-meister!

Who'd have thought you'd get to this age! Mental! Whoo!

Will that do? Brilliant. Gotta get on. Bye.

-Hello, Mr Chubby-waps.

-It's not Chubby-waps!

Happy birthday, Dr Spanky!

Ah ba bo dran mia flibick!

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble? Who's Mr Trubble?

Arobarsee banartipodos.

-Happy birthday, Mr Quack!

-It's not Quack. T!

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble.

Someone gave you bananas to say that?

-Spanky. This is spanky!

-Agggh!

Ah, you'll do anything for a banana, won't you?

His name's Mr Trubble.

Mr Trubble?! Good work.

-Can you pretend he's your best friend?

-Yeah.

-OK, cool.

Hi, Mr Trubble, it's Jamie here, your best mate.

-I just want to say happy birthday.

-Blow kisses to the camera.

Sorry I can't be there.

-That's it, Jamie, nice one.

-Cheers.

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble!

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble!

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble!

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble!

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble!

Happy birthday, Mr Trubble, from us here at Blue Peter.

OUT OF TUNE SINGING

-# When you wanna par-ty

-# Call Perfecto, call Perfecto

# I really wanna par-ty

# Ring Perfecto, ring Perfecto. #

Oww, Lenny, can you hear that?

No, all I can hear is pink.

I think they've actually burst my ear drum.

If they perform for Mr Trubble, he really is going to fire us.

-Even worse than Sally?

-Yeah. Yeah, I think they are, actually.

OUT OF TUNE SINGING

# Trubble, Trubble, Trubble forever. #

Lenny, we need a Plan B.

And that's going to involve us being really, really nice to Sally.

So, you keep doing that pink thing and I'll take care of the rest. OK?

# Love is... #

Sally. I erm...

Wait, have you been crying?

No.

You just...

You've got make-up around your...

Erm... I like it like this.

-So it's meant to be under your eyes then?

-Yeah, it's fashionable.

OK. Anyway, listen.

I've just been listening to those scary pink things and they're really, really bad, Sally.

We can't leave it to them to do it.

So what are you saying?

I think you should sing at Mr Trubble's birthday.

But you've said I had a really rubbish singing voice.

No, I haven't!

Well, OK, maybe a couple of times.

But I actually think you have a really unique voice.

Really?

Yeah, I mean sometimes it can be a bit loud,

but I actually think sometimes it's quite beautiful.

What are we going to do about Jazz-hands and Twinkle-toes?

Don't worry about them, I'll think of something. So you'll do it?

Well, seeing as you're begging me, I'll do it!

OK, great, but we haven't got a song. What are you going to sing?

Oh, erm, what about this?

EXTREMELY LOUD SINGING

# Trubble, Trubble! Trubble, he's the man!

# Trubble, Trubble

# We're your biggest fa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ans!

COFFEE POTS RATTLE

# Fa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ans! #

SCREAMING

CRYING

# Fa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ans! #

Yeah, yeah, that was pretty good,

but we might need to work on it a bit. Make it a bit softer, you know?

Oh. I know.

# Trubble, Trubble! #

CRASHES AND RUMBLES

Stop! Stop!

OK! No, I mean like this, OK?

# It's your birthday, a time for celebration

# We've worked our bums off all day. #

# We hope you see our work and dedication

# To get things right so we can stay. #

# Hotel Trubble Forever

# It's the pits and we know we're stuck

# But we love it. #

Yeah, like that. Perfect!

Actually, I sound even MORE amazing next to your whiney little voice!

Why don't you do it with me?

Oh, we could do a duet!

No way.

Oh, come on, Jamie!

We can show those two plumped-up flamingos a thing or two.

It might even be fun.

-Yeah!

-Yes!

DRAMATIC FANFARE

Did you hear that?

I know, it's good!

Wow! We could be on X Factor! Imagine that!

Sally and Jamie. Pop stars.

I'll go and tell the plan to Mrs P.

No way.

They cannot perform!

Over my glittered dead body!

-What are we going to do?

-Panic!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

That felt good, but I don't think it helped.

It didn't. But while you were having a Britney melt-down,

I came up with a genius plan.

We are going to show our little phone-answering friend what people really think of her.

Don't worry, I've seen it done in movies. And it always works.

Oh, hello, my dears.

And how is the musical birthday extravaganza going?

-It isn't.

-We have some shocking news, Mrs Poshington.

You have a receptionist on the loose!

She has escaped the confines of her desk and is now threatening to sing at Mr Trubble's birthday party.

Mr Trubble will hate it, and you will have to leave the hotel.

Your cat will be destitute!

There will be no more soaps.

You cannot let this happen.

Mrs P! Mrs P! Sally and I have been rehearsing so we can sing at the birthday instead of those...

Jamie!

Mrs Poshington has something to say to you.

I do? Ooh, yes. Now, what was it?

That Sally cannot, under any circumstances,

sing at Mr Trubble's birthday.

She should stick to what she knows and stay behind her desk.

But Mrs P, Sally has a great voice. She's been practicing.

But Jamie, we cannot risk anything going wrong tonight.

And the Perfecto Party Planners are right.

Sally will not sing and that is final.

That's the wrinkly one sorted, now let's tackle Mr Goody-Two-Shoes.

This will be easy.

Come on, Jamie, we all know that Sally is a terrible singer.

I can think of worse people.

But she is really annoying, isn't she?

Again, I can think of more annoying people.

OK. But she does smell of cheese.

Really smelly, pongy, blue cheese, doesn't she?

-No.

-Not even a tiny, weeny, wincey little bit?

-No!

Sis, this isn't going very well.

OK.

Jamie, could you read this for me, pretty please?

OK.

"Sally is a terrible singer and she would be a disaster on stage.

"She should stay behind reception where she belongs.

"Also, her hair is really 2008.

"And she has the worst taste in shoes ever."

What is this?

'Sally is a terrible singer and she would be a disaster on stage.'

What?!

'She should stay behind reception where she belongs.

'Also, her hair is really 2008.'

SHE SOBS

Sally, what's wrong?

It seems she learnt a few home truths.

DRAMATIC FANFARE

Lenny? Where are you?

I need your help.

I'll show Jamie that I can sing.

SHE WAILS

# Yeah!

# Ooooh! #

Do you want to hear me sing? I can sing any song.

SHE SINGS LOUDLY

# Happy birthdaaaaaaay to yoooooooou! #

CRASHES AND RUMBLES

-Sally?

-Sally?

-Sally?

-What you... eh?

-Sally?

-What are you doing? She's not going to be on there, is she?

Ah-hem! Sorry, that's the wrong note. Can I start again?

# Oh baby, sing, sing, sing. #

# I love meeting you today, cos it's sunny. #

# ... won't mean a thing unless you sing. #

Do you think I can sing? Do you think I can sing?

Did you think I can sing?

Sally!

-Sally?

-Ahhhh!

-Come back!

-Come back here!

Sally! Sally, listen to me.

I was tricked by the party planners into reading those horrible things.

-What if they're right? Maybe I should stay in reception.

-No, this is your chance to shine!

To prove to everyone that you're not just a receptionist.

You have to sing.

OK! I'll do it!

OK.

# Trubble, Trubble

# Trubble, he's the man

# Trubble, Trubble

# We're your biggest fan. #

Oh, bravo!

That was most impressive.

I told you she had a good voice.

-Please let us sing at the party.

-Oh.

-Why not?

-Yes!

I'm sure Mr Trubble will love it.

OK, we'd better get practicing, Sally. We only have three hours.

Make that one hour! I'm afraid there's been a change of plan.

You see, our show is so full of fabulous things,

we need to start earlier to fit it all in.

So we've changed the time of the party to six o'clock.

No, no, that's when the awards ceremony is!

Oh dear, looks like you won't be able to come!

-You have to change it.

-Sorry, no can do.

I just called Mr Trubble, and he's on his way.

But, my dears, nothing will be ready!

Well, that's not our problem.

Tonight is about us and us only.

Now, we need to warm up.

Get out of the way, Grandma!

Oh! Those disco snakes!

What?

Nobody, but nobody, calls me Grandma and gets away with it!

-What about your grandchildren?

-Except my grandchildren, of course!

Now, where was I? Oh, yes.

Nobody calls me Grandma and gets away with it!

Sally, Jamie, you SHALL sing at the party tonight!

But we can't miss the awards ceremony!

Go on, I've got a plan. Go and get changed now. Go on, shush!

Lenny, there's going to be a change in the programme tonight.

I want a lot more costumes.

No more pink, please!

Why? What's wrong with pink?

# Yeah, yeah, yeah! #

This is my friend here, and we've got a big party coming up

and I was wondering if you could help me find a nice dress for her?

-I was wondering if maybe you could help me find a nice dress that might suit her?

-Oh, OK.

Would you mind if I just slipped it on and then...

Cos she's quite the same size as me?

Would you mind if I just slipped it on

and then you could tell me what it looks like?

# I'm gonna get dressed for success

# Shaping me up for the big time, baby

# Get dressed for success. #

-What do you think?

-Oh, yeah, man, that's a nice one!

Honestly, tell me what you think, though, cos it's for a special party.

I think it's great, I think it's just right.

Someone's just gone to get me some shoes.

Do you think I might be able to just try them on?

Cos she's the same size feet as me.

And then tell me what you think I look like with the hat and shoes?

# Gonna dress you up in my love

# All over, all over

# Gonna dress you up in my love

# All over your body. #

What do you think?

-It's nice.

-Oh, wow! Thank you very much, thank you.

# When you wanna party

# Call Perfecto, call Perfecto!

# I really wanna party

# Ring Perfecto, ring Perfecto

-# P-E-R-F-E-C-T-O.

-Perfecto! #

Lenny!

Mrs Trubble's on his way. Any sign of Sally and Jamie yet?

Oh, not yet, Mrs P.

# Perfecto! Perfecto! Yeah! #

Ah. I know, invite the guests in.

-That'll buy us a few more minutes.

-Right.

-This is going to be amazing!

-Yeah.

-You're off key a bit.

Boo! Are we too late?

Ah, you're here.

Yep, I sweet talked the host into doing our categories first.

I managed to do my speech really quickly. Sorry, can't seem to stop!

-So, you won?

-Yeah!

I'm now officially the Best Bellboy in the region!

And I'm Receptionist with the Best Shoes!

Hmm, life is full of surprises!

-Talking of surprises, here, get into costume, quick!

-Costume?

Rudy, Sharon-Anne, get ready for curtain off.

It's up. Curtain up.

Positions, sis.

Oh, look, there's Mr Trubble. He's here. Hello, Mr Trubble.

-Happy birthday!

-Happy birthday!

-Hey!

-What's going on?

-That isn't our song!

-I know, dears!

But it is ours!

Ah, ah, ah-choo!

SPLAT

Ahhh!

Ha ha! Hit it, gang!

# Trubble, Trubble

# Trubble, he's the man

# Trubble, Trubble

# We're your biggest fan

# It's your birthday, a time for celebration

# We've worked our bums off all day

# Yeah-y, yeah-y

# We hope you see our work and dedication

# To get things right so we can stay

# Hotel Trubble forever

# It's the pits and we know we're stuck but we love it

# Hotel Trubble forever

# We're a team staying calm, arm in arm, so the hotel survives

# Trubble, Trubble

# Trubble, he's the man

# Trubble, Trubble

# We're your biggest fan

# Hotel Trubble forever

# It's the pits and we know, we're stuck, but we love it

# Hotel Trubble forever

# We're a team staying calm, arm in arm, keep the hotel alive. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

-Can you see him?

-I don't know, do you think he liked it?

Do you think we've still got our jobs?

Oh, my darling! You've got a note!

-Miaow!

-I think it's from Mr Trubble. Listen.

"Thank you very much for a lovely birthday treat.

"I enjoyed it immensely.

"Mrs Poshington..."

That's me.

"Mrs Poshington, you can stay, and everyone else can keep their jobs.

"Now get back to work."

-Wooooo!

-Nice!

I never thought I'd be so happy to hear those words.

I know! We did it!

Hmm, better get back to work. Loads of stuff to do...

Well, all's well that ends well. I'm off to watch my soaps.

Yeah, and I'm gonna get rid of some of this pink.

And I'm just going to enjoy this feeling for a moment.

# Love is in the air

# Love is in the air. #

# Hotel Trubble forever

# It's the pits and we know, we're stuck, but we love it

# Hotel Trubble forev... #

Urrrghh! Yuk!

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Hotel Trubble?

# Hotel Trubble forever

# It's the pits and we know, we're stuck, but we love it

# Hotel Trubble forever

# We're a team, staying calm, arm in arm, so the hotel survives. #

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