Roy's New Look Little Roy

# Hey everybody won't you come on in?

# I'm Little Roy and this is Finn

# We live together and we share our glad

# I have a big sister Becky and my mam and dad

# I'm Little Roy

# I'm little Roy

# Sometimes a cartoon kid can make mistakes

# Like a runaway train without any brakes

# When I'm in a pickle or a tricky situation

# I love to use my big imagination

# Where I can be Wonder Roy with my sidekick, Finn

# Battling super villains and we always win

-# I'm Little Roy

-He's Little Roy

-# I'm Little Roy

-He's Little Roy

-# I'm Little Roy

-He's Little Roy

-# I'm Little Roy

-He's Little Roy. #

Hey, everybody.

Me and Dad are making our special sandwich for Joan.

She's come over today to make Mam and Becky look fabulous.

Ready, son?

Three, two, one. Go.

Oh, wow.

Oh, Roy.

Perfecto.

Come on.

-Bon appetit, ladies.

-Oh.

-Yummy.

-Oh, wow.

Thanks, Roy. These look delicious.

You should let Roy help you with your makeovers, Joan.

-He's very creative.

-Am I?

-Yeah. Take a bite.

Wow.

Wow. I mean, if you can do this with a ham and cheese sarnie then...

All right.

So long as you don't use the scissors.

I've just the thing for you, Roy. Styling gel.

-What are you doing, sweetheart?

-Thinking.

Don't worry, Maura. He's like his old man.

Very creative.

-Oh, my.

-What? Is it bad?

-I love it.

-You look amazing. Maura. Like a million dollars.

What does that mean?

-It's good, son.

-Do me, do me.

-Come on.

-Come on, Becky.

Up there, love.

Now, you ready?

-I look amazing.

-Like two million dollars?

-Three.

Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you.

-Me next.

-Hey, you.

You wait your turn. I was here first.

-Roy, you are a genius.

-You said that as well, Dad.

-Does that mean I'm good?

-Good? You're great, son.

-You're fabulous.

-Super-duper fabulous.

-My turn.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hop up there.

-Have you any suggestions?

-Just be creative. Same as me.

-No problem.

-Bill, gel.

-Yes.

-There.

-Oh.

-I look deadly. Thanks.

-It was my pleasure.

-Look at us. We look like five million batrillion dollars.

-Yay!

What was that?

Oh, that's my fault. I didn't use enough gel. Will we try again?

Oh, you know what might look even better? One long spike.

-I've always wanted to be taller.

-OK.

Will we go again?

-I don't understand. Why can't I change it?

-You can, Roy. Just...

Not for long.

It probably has something to do with you being a cartoon.

It doesn't matter. I think you're the cutest little brother ever.

HE SNIFFS

Becky's right.

You're perfect the way you are. I wouldn't change a single thing.

Thanks, Mam.

Would you like to come outside and play Frisbee with me?

Maybe in a little while.

OK.

It's not fair. Things like that always happen to me.

Why can't I be like everybody else? Why can't I change how I look?

What would Wonder Roy do?

ALARM

Trouble in Toonville. Let's go.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Finn?

Oh, right, sorry.

I wonder who caused all of this.

Glitterama. She's turning Toonville into Glitterville.

-How do we stop her?

-The ray. We need to grab it.

Can we get close enough?

Follow me.

We need some glittery disguises.

-Shh. Be quiet, Finn.

-These are glittery disguises won't last long.

My disguise is melting.

I think someone wants a makeover.

Run, before she sparkles you, too.

Think, Wonder Roy, think.

How do I stop her glittering?

Prepare to look absolutely fabulous.

Oh, gross, I'm soaking wet.

-Everything looks dreary again.

-You're right.

Toonville could use more colour.

-Commissioner Ted wants you to make over the library building.

-He does?

Maybe just sparkle up the roof and the windows.

-A little glitter goes a long way, you know.

-That's not a bad idea.

You're the most creative superhero in the world.

Imagination.

There's no problem it can't solve.

Imagination.

There's no problem it can't solve.

Roy, love. What are you looking for?

I don't know yet. Stuff.

Why?

To help change my look.

Hey, everybody. Get a load of this.

So, what do you think?

You look great?

Yeah.

-You look fantastic, Roy.

-Never better.

SNAP, SNAP, SNAP

Still looking good, son.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Hey.

You can't change the way you look.

That won't stop you being creative, Roy.

I mean, just look at the incredible job you did on us.

We've never looked this good. Not in a gazillion years.

Thanks, Dad.

I know Becky and Mam told you already

but we think you look perfect.

And none of us would change a single thing about you.

It would be nice, though, to be different. Even for a little while.

Trust me, Roy.

There is no-one on the planet as special as you are.

-How is he?

-He's still down in the dumps.

-Poor thing.

It isn't fair.

You're right, Becky, it isn't.

-There must be some way we can cheer him up.

-I have an idea.

ALL: What?

Let's get him to do what he does best.

-Roy.

-Yeah?

You have customers.

What's going on?

I've been telling everyone how creative you are, Roy.

Mam says you don't even need scissors,

just your hands and some gel.

You want me to give you new looks?

-Well...

-We can't wait, love.

-Joan says you'll make us look ten years younger.

-Except me.

What do you think? Are you in the mood to be creative?

Always. Who's first?

That's incredible. I hardly recognise myself.

Forget ten years younger, Roy. Try 25.

-You look better then the day I first met you, Barbara.

-Oh.

Can Roy do my hair all the time from now on?

What do you think, Roy?

Sure. But that's not all I can do.

-I have loads more ways I can be creative.

-Like what, love?

Come on outside and I'll show you.

-What's he doing, Bill?

-Being creative.

-Ta-da!

-Wow!

-Why do think of that?

-Tristan said it all, son.

Wow.

-You feeling better, sweetheart?

-Yeah, Mam. Thanks.

So what if I can't change the way I look?

I'm the only boy in the world who can do things like this.

POP

THEY SQUEAL