The Incredible Sulk Little Roy

# Hey, everybody, Won't you come on in?

# I'm Little Roy and this is Finn

# We live together and we sure are glad

# To 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

-# 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.

-#

THEY LAUGH

Hey, everybody.

We're having a family day at home.

# I love Sundays Sundays are the best!

# La la la la la! #

I'm going to help Dad with DIY and have a tea party with Becky.

Mum calls them lazy Sundays, but there's nothing lazy about them.

Make way! These flowers are gasping for a drink. Not the only ones.

I'd love a cuppa.

-SHOUTS:

-Bill

-See what I mean?

Oh! Oh!

-15-0! How are you, love?

-Er, Bill, my begonias.

Oh, I do beg your pardon, milady.

I shall be giving Rebecca tennis lessons this morning.

But what about the DIY

and the tea party?

Sorry, Roy, but I'm training

for the Community Games Swingball Championships.

-Dad is my coach.

-That's right.

THUMP

I've been meaning to fix that.

-Yeah, perhaps you'd like to play outside?

-Advantage, Maura.

Becky, come on.

But what happened to family day?

I-I-I meant to do that, I just...

Roy O'Brien, give up the incredible sulk act, please.

-I'm sorry.

-Hey, Roy. Hey, Mrs O'Brien.

-Oh, hiya.

Tristan!

-Later, Mum.

-Have fun.

-Bye.

-Bye.

HEAVY BREATHING

Don't wear yourself out now, Bill.

No, no, no, don't worry about me, love.

I can go on like this for hours.

-How many hours have we been playing for?

-About six minutes.

-Is that right?

-Yeah.

Did I ever tell you that I could have played for Ireland?

-Maybe you should take a break?

-No, no, I'm grand, Becky.

Maybe I just might take five minutes to just lie down right here.

NOW can we have a go?

No, there is a million other things that you boys could be doing.

But we've done them all.

Reginald, we have to go.

But there's a cowboy film on the telly that I want to watch.

-Well, there's no need to sulk about it.

-Hey, Mr Barker.

What are you two lads up to?

Becky and Dad are playing swing ball, but they won't let us play.

Give the lads a go, Bill.

-BREATHLESS:

-Have you forgotten what happened last time?

What happened the last time?

Help! I can't stop!

Weeeee! This is much better than table tennis!

Game, set and match. Did I win?

Yep, well, I was only little, then.

I'm much older now.

Maybe he can help you with your weak forearm smash?!

I couldn't help but notice.

What weak forearm smash?

Reg, I won't ask you again, we'll be late for our t'ai chi class.

T'ai chi? What's that?

It's an ancient Chinese martial art, Roy. It helps Reg to chill.

I'm perfectly chilled, thank you.

Reginald... Suit yourself.

We're never going to get a turn.

Remember how Mr Barker got his way?

-Oh, um, maybe I will go along...for a bit.

-Suit yourself.

Watch this!

-I want a go NOW!

-I don't think so, young man.

Now, take it somewhere else.

Awwwww!

Yes! Yes! Yes! In your face, Becky!

Yes!

ROY MOANS

-Have they noticed?

-I don't think so.

What now?

-Sorry, I have to go.

-What? Why?

-Later.

Who am I going to play with now?

Oh, um, not to worry, son. I have a special treat just for you.

Come on, come on.

There's nothing like a bit

of old DIY on a lazy Sunday.

Do you know what that stands for?

Do it yourself, you always tell me that. Do I get a go on the hammer?

-Does he?

-Even better. You have your very own special hammer.

-Ahh!

-See?

SQUEAKING

-Now, one little tap and it's done.

-Can I do it?

Well, best to leave it to me, son, but don't worry,

there's plenty of other jobs for my number-one assistant.

Now, let me just put it here. OK.

BANGING

There you go. Perfect.

You should have let me have a go.

Roy, there really is no need to sulk. Nice weather for ducks.

-I think that went pretty well.

-Do you think?

Roy, would you like to come and help me out in the garden?

Nice job, Roy. I swear you had green fingers. Oh, you do!

-Maura.

-Hmm?

-Are you sure you don't want me to fix anything else, love?

Yeah, fair play to you, all right.

-Well, when do I get a turn?

-Maybe later, son.

Why does Becky get to have all the fun? It's not fair.

All I wanted was a family Sunday!

Whoa, maybe it's time to have a little break. Becky, love.

-Now do I get a go?

-No!

-No! No, I mean, I've got a better idea.

Inside.

Quick, come on.

-Yay, I love tea parties!

-Are you sure this is a good idea?

Well, I don't know, Bill.

Maybe the two of you could go flood the kitchen again?

-What do you think?

-Yeah, no, no, we'll stick to this plan for now.

Yeah, nice, quiet tea party but no hammers. What could go wrong?

-Now, who would like a sandwich?

-Oooh, me, me, me!

-Sorry, Roy, but you'll have to wait your turn.

-Awww!

Look who it is, it's Ted!

Now, Roy, you know that Ted can't come to a dolls' tea party.

Why not? He likes tea, too.

Because it's a dolls' tea party, not a teddy bears' picnic.

I didn't know there were rules.

-Roy! I said, wait your turn!

-Why does everything have rules, now?

Grrrrrrrrr!

Roy? You can have a sandwich, OK?

Grrrrrrrrr!

Mum! Dad!

Oh, my...

-CRUNCH

-My dolls!

-Sorry!

Owww!

Maybe we-we could have a game of basketball?

Because...

Bill...

-Oh, Roy!

-Oh, no, the poor flowers.

-No, no, don't get upset.

-No.

-I'll get the umbrella.

-OK.

-At least he's watering them, I suppose.

Becky, this isn't funny. Oh, great.

I really am sorry.

Just relax and give the sulking a rest.

I can't help it. What would Wonder Roy do?

EVIL LAUGHTER

Scoot, super villain coming through!

You're such a messer!

This pair are driving me crazy.

WHEELS SCREECH

I smell something fishy.

Oi! I beg your pardon!

Now, let's clean up this town.

Oh, I LOVE making a big mess!

-Oh!

-It's us, except we're horrible.

And we're made out of trash.

They're called Rubbish Roy and Rubbish Finn

and who said evil baddies don't recycle?!

SQUELCHING

-Something's rotten around here.

-Speak for yourself, fish face.

We've got you hook, line and stinker.

It's a trash tsunami!

Oh!

Smell you later!

Argh, you two are totally rubbish!

Why, thank you, Mr Messer, sir.

EVIL LAUGHTER

Wonder Roy? More like Blunder Roy!

Now, that's just plain rude.

Maybe we'll celebrate your defeat with a tasty fish supper?

I've had enough of your trash talk.

Don't let it get to you.

-Take a deep breath and just let it blow.

-Good idea.

Take a deep breath and just let it blow.

LOUD WHOOSHING

-Atta Roy.

-Curses!

You probably haven't seen the last of The Messer.

-Haven't you forgotten something?

-Somebody has to tidy up this mess.

Oh, all right. But can we have a kickabout first?

Take a deep breath, let it blow.

LOUD WHOOSHING

I can't do anything right. I'm going to be stuck like this forever.

-What do we do now?

-I...

We are all leaves in the breeze...

-Would these be yours, per chance?

-I'll take those. Thank you.

I'm just back from t'ai chi class.

I thought you wanted to watch the telly?

Oh, some things are more important.

I do apologise to you all for my little strop earlier.

Give it another try, Roy. This time, count to 3, then slowly let it out.

That's the trick.

All right, I'll give it a go. One, two, three.

WHOOSHING

-See, totally calm. That's what they call Zen.

-That was really nice.

-I feel all Zen, too.

-Well done, Roy.

Thanks, Mr Barker.

-Reg.

-Huh?

-We're out of biscuits.

-What? But I always have a biscuit with my tea.

Remember, we are all leaves

in the breeze, Mr Barker.

Ahem...OK, then.

I'll have a cracker instead!

-Hey, Tristan.

-I thought you were practising for the Community Games?

I am. I found a new partner.

The Community Games have a junior swingball section, too. Watch this.

I meant to do that!

I can't find my hammer anywhere.

I don't know where it could have gone to. Maybe it's over there?

How am I supposed to finish all my odd jobs?

Now, Dad. What do we do?

-ALL:

-One, two, three.

Very good, Roy.

Yeah! Ha-ha-ha!