Green Finger M.I. High

And in the place of useless wilderness, the Ministry of Housing

has given Burdock Homes the go-ahead to create Golden Acres.

A visionary new town of 10,000 homes with shopping and leisure facilities.

But this countryside isn't useless.

It's a unique plant habitat for orchids and hogweeds!

Homes for people are more important than plants.

TITTERING

Grrrr!

Ha ha ha!

Rrrgh!

POP!

Ah!

PEOPLE GASP

Stop that plant!

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.

Old school spies have had their day

MI9 must create a new breed of skilled, undercover agent.

Hidden in a place no villain would think to look.

Welcome to MI High.

It's zero tolerance for bad behaviour from now on!

Boys and girls.

Today, we're going look to at the differences between them.

Boys are way better. Just admit it, girls.

Boys are stronger,

but girls are better where it counts.

No!

That's enough! Sit down!

That's enough!

Ow! Miss! She just flicked a rubber at me!

Right, that's it! You can all go and see Mr Flatley!

You didn't have to flick it so hard!

I didn't see you using your brain to get us out of here.

Oh, I forgot, you're a boy, you don't have one.

So, Stewart...

Can you tell me, how do boys and girls change as they get older?

The Minister for Housing has been attacked by a plant.

Killer daffodils! That's crazy! How can plants hurt anyone?

This is not a joke. Take a look.

James Brickman, Minister for Housing.

Luckily, he's expected to recover.

As long as you water him three times a day.

Other plants tried to smother contractors building a motorway.

He's authorised a programme of building on green field sites.

-Could be a pro-green protest.

-Duh! Plants are bound to be pro-green!

The motorway attackers.

Looks like a mother and baby.

Mmm, hogweed.

Invasive but not normally dangerous.

No sign of intelligent life.

Are you talking about Blane or the plant?

Aren't you the hilarious one today?

Can I remind you, plants are attacking humans

and might strike again any time?

'And the headlines again.

'The Minister of Housing remains in a cocooned condition...'

I hope he's learnt what happens when you mess with nature.

The days of mankind destroying plant habitats are over.

Anyone disrespecting our woodlands

faces the wrath of Greenfinger and his mighty army!

THEY LAUGH

Oh dear!

Looks like I'll be supervising detention again this evening.

Won't you stop sending them? I haven't had a night off!

Their behaviour's worse than ever.

If only we could break the pattern. Reinvigorate them somehow.

Electric chair?

Kenneth!

We need to find out what turned ordinary plants into psychos.

This root soil sample might tell us where they come from.

Burnham Woods? It's five miles from where the contractors were attacked.

It's also near Golden Acres, the Minister's housing development.

There's an outward bound centre offering adventure days.

Let's get Flatley to take us?

He'll drop everything for a trip to the countryside(!)

Daisy's about to see him. I bet she could persuade him.

ALARM RINGS

The hogweed!

This is bad.

The mother plant and hogweed breeds fast!

I'll go, before the school's overrun.

So, let me get this straight.

You've lost a suspect that doesn't even have legs?

'Just sort this, all right?'

Oy, boys before girls! Aw...

Ladies first!

The behaviour in this school!

No wonder the queue to see Flatley is so long!

Daddy's school used to go to an OUTWARD BOUND CENTRE

in the countryside.

He said that's what taught him DISCIPLINE.

-Huh?

-The fresh air rejuvenated the kids.

They learned team building skills, respect for the countryside.

Please shut up.

No, no. I like what I'm hearing.

Tell me more about it.

Does it still exist? It sounds interesting.

-Rose, the mother hogweed has begun breeding!

-'You need to stop her.'

Don't worry, no overgrown house plant gets the better of me.

This mission will be cool. Camping, tracking, survival skills.

In a wood full of herbicidal maniacs. I don't call that cool.

-Ugh!

-Relax, it's a fake cowpat.

-Lenny gave us special gadgets for our trip.

-Scent impregnated?

Conceals a radio transmitter?

Twig phones so we can communicate in the woods.

Try holding it the right way up.

I have some bad news, children.

Funds are limited and so are places.

THEY GROAN

Since it is the boys who have the most problems with discipline,

only they will be going on the adventure day.

BOYS: Yes!

But the girls won't miss out.

I have organised a survival skills day, right here in the playground.

It's not fair!

Us girls can be bad too.

Nonsense. You are the politest child I've ever met.

Thanks for getting us such a good reputation!

SHRILL WHISTLE

Time to bring some street to the country.

Hey, I hope there's not mud. I don't want my trainers trashed.

Will you be OK? We work as a team.

This is the best news! No science, no intuition.

Just boy power!

This is gonna be great. No girls to hold us back!

The key, Blane.

No... It's not...no.

Yes, excuse me!

Don't worry, he'll call for help before you can say, "Twig phone."

We've grabbed the headlines, but our campaign must go on hold for a while.

School kids are visiting the woods and I must work.

No-one must know about our hide-out.

Remain at HQ until my return!

PLANTS JIBBER

Hey, I'm the one in charge here, remember!

This is the rendezvous point.

No, I'm sure the outward bound centre said we should turn left...

at THAT birch tree.

-I could have a look around?

-No, they'll find us, I'm sure.

In the meantime, in the spirit of Baden Powell, let's pitch camp.

Tent pegs - the key to the whole operation.

Now, when I move my thumb, hit it.

Now!

FLATLEY WHIMPERS

Two parts weedkiller, one part water.

Should hit where it hurts.

Wish I could use it on Blane's hair.

The cell structure of the baby hogweed. It's got...abnormalities.

Frankenstein plants?

These plants have been genetically modified.

Someone who could be controlling them?

Yeah, but how?

'No sign of the mother plant, but she's breeding fast.'

-I could do with some back up.

-On my way.

Bruce Boardman, and this is my assistant, Charlie Darwin.

Sorry we're late. Got called to rescue some crybaby girly guides

from a flooded cave. Boo hoo!

It was barely a puddle.

Luckily, I have all my scouting badges

so I could show the boys the...

..ropes.

Hmm, I wonder.

Directional response to a 3 volt charge.

That's how the plants are being controlled.

The cells have been modified to respond to electrical stimulus.

Which Dr Frankenstein created you?

Survival is about working with nature, not against her.

Everything man needs can be found outdoors.

Have you kids eaten?

This liquorice is good.

Black beetle grubs. Very high in nutrients.

THEY SNIGGER

You city boys have got a lot to learn.

First up, bow and arrow combat.

An essential skill that will help you to live off wildlife.

I'm going to divide you into two teams.

On my right, the Owls led by Mr Flatley.

Too-wit too-woo!

The other team, the Wolves, will be led by Charlie.

-All right?

-I'll spend time with both teams, see how you go.

The first one to complete a circuit of the woods wins.

But get hit by a sucker and I will deduct points.

OK, Owls, follow me.

Minus five points!

-Where's Flatley?

-Dunno, I thought you were with him.

-Take your time!

-I'm in the wilderness, not a cushy lab.

I've found out someone's altered the plants to control them.

"They're not acting alone?"

No. Could be someone with a grudge against developers.

-Someone who prefers to live off the land?

-Exactly!

I think I've got eyeball on our prime suspect.

Why are you talking to a cowpat?

What's this?

You're supposed to be outwitting an unseen enemy,

not gabbing like girls!

I've got my eye on you, city kid.

I'm deducting five points. Now get on with the game.

Stay close, boys.

The last thing we want to do is get separated.

Agh!

'They're multiplying. Have you located the mother plant?'

I've got eye contact. At least, I did have.

Now, let's show the boys we girls can master survival skills too.

-Who'd want to live in that?

-It hasn't got electricity.

But that's the point!

It's about doing things for ourselves.

Using the tools nature gave us.

Now, using only the materials at your disposal,

show me how you would survive on a desert island.

I must see Mr Bicknall about these weeds.

There must be an easier way to survive than this.

Here you are, Mr Bick...

Oh!

I just wondered if you've noticed the weeds.

I don't want Mr Flatley to think that my survival day's

got out of hand.

Fear not, ma'am, this won't look like a jungle for long.

OK, this just got personal!

Minus five points.

In Going Commando magazine, it says camouflage is vital.

Let's stick leaves on our clothing.

Cover us, Blane!

Strange! It's stopped responding to electrical messages.

The cells are mutating like crazy!

Whoever was using electricity to control these plants,

can't do that any more.

The plants have taken control.

Cannot predict what they'll do next!

HIGH PITCHED SQUEAL

Uh!

Uggh!

HE PANTS

# Ging gang gooly gooly watcha Ging gang goo... #

The plants are becoming aggressive.

They're acting alone. To stop them,

we must find out how they communicate.

Check. I'm right on her tail... root, whatever.

'Daisy!'

Arrgh!

'Daisy?!'

Camouflage. Wicked!

Agh! Arrgh!

HE SCREAMS

They tied me up - the plants!

A bit of climbing ivy never hurt anyone.

I heard screams. What's going on?

This idiot thinks plants attacked him.

This shouldn't have happened. I mean, I told my team not to ambush.

The Wolves will get extra points for this ambush.

You feeble Owls will lose five points for snivelling.

-Blane!

-Stay there and help Charlie free Fifty.

So, girls how did you get on?

BOTH: Tada!

-What is this?

-Survival with style.

You said to use what WE had at OUR disposal.

So, Zara rang her auntie and she dropped this stuff off.

I think you may have missed the point.

We're going to help Mr Bicknall.

It's time YOU got close to nature.

Argh!

I hate those nasty developers too.

Give me a beautiful garden over a concrete drive any day.

I'm just some weedy girl.

I'm really not worth cocooning.

Ow! Ow!

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Sorry, the reception's terrible.

Yeah, can't wait for that mobile mast to get up here.

You're getting a fair price for the wood,

so I want a show home thrown in.

So much for life in the wilderness!

Oh, and em,

don't forget our agreement.

Charlie's plant shed doesn't get touched.

Charlie?

Rose, my lead's a dead end.

Check out a Charlie Darwin. Rose?

Rose!

D'oh! Stupid countryside!

Daisy, Daisy.

Lenny, is Daisy with you?

No, isn't she with you?

No. We need to find her.

We've come to help.

No, no. It's not safe!

Honestly, I expect that attitude from Mr Flatley, but not from you.

Then just stay back and let me lead the way.

You ladies take the smaller weeds!

Come on, girls!

Colonel Ivy, I saw you grab that school kid!

It's supposed to be anti-green targets, not kids!

You're fighting your own war now.

Move away from the window!

Hey! Stop there! Stop!

Did I tell you that I love plants?

My name's Daisy. Strictly speaking, that's a flower, I guess.

I also have a friend called Rose.

Aow!

The Wolves are hiding in Charlie's nursery.

Bruce wants us to take them prisoner. We'll use a decoy attack.

What's that again?

You're the decoy, I'm the attack.

BOTH: Cool!

THEY SHOUT

I said, "Mum, please don't cut those flowers! Weeds are beautiful too."

You know, you should really think about having your roots done.

Like a...blondish green.

Rose, it's the rootball!

That's how they communicate. Arrgh!

Daisy, I didn't get that.

Stupid kids.

This isn't a game!

The other team's camouflage is better than ours!

Hey, Owls, bet you can't catch me!

Come on, let's go!

Sorry, boys, but that's the safest place to be right now.

Get back! Go on.

Go on, back.

I know why you're doing this, but you have to stop the plants.

-I don't have control!

-Where is the weedkiller?

I don't touch the stuff! The plants are my friends.

Rose, help! The plants are attacking.

SQUEALING

I'm really glad my flat only has a window box.

Please!

Green is so not my colour!

Daisy!

They're using the rootball to communicate.

Sorry, but I prefer my friends a little less clingy.

There's definitely a case for crazy paving!

This should do it.

Rose, we're under attack!

They communicate because of a mutation in the rootball.

-How do we destroy them?

-Stop the mutation.

-Zap the rootball with a charge.

-That'll kill them!

No, it will stop them.

On the count of three, I'll open the door.

One, two, three!

Charlie!

I'm sorry, my friends, you won't win by being like humans.

They've bombs, and chemicals and feet!

SCREAMING

I only wanted to protect the wood.

I've been fighting off the developers for years, like Bruce.

Not any more, he's selling up.

No way! The outdoors is his life.

He's sold out, but you don't have to quit.

You can keep fighting, just not with the plants.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Help! Let us out!

I need you to do something.

-You caught him!

-Sorry I had to sacrifice you.

It's cool. No-one ever asked me to be a sacrifice before.

You're a tactical master!

You Owls are a total shambles!

Shut it! You planned to sell the woods to line your pockets.

Hang on. I...

I trusted you to protect the woods. You don't love nature.

You've never been to Borneo.

You're a cheat - I won't rest till everyone knows.

SCREAMING

Oh, it's you, sir. Sorry.

Yes... Maybe that's enough countryside for one day.

ALL: Yay!

A successful mission.

The hogweeds in the woods controlled the others.

We had to destroy their rootballs.

Charlie's looking for more suitable development sites.

So, he's turned over a new leaf.

-Well done, Blane, for going solo.

-Even boy power has its limits.

Like Miss Templeman said, girls and boys are different,

-but just as good as each other.

-But girls are the best!

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