I'm a Big Roy Now ROY

This is the story of Roy O'Brien.

He lives in an ordinary house on an ordinary street.

The only trouble is he doesn't LOOK very ordinary.

All Roy really wants is to fit in,

but it's very hard to stay out of trouble when you're a cartoon.

Roy!

SCREAMING

Roy!

Roy!

-ALL:

-Roy!

It's Friday afternoon, and Roy

and his school chums are discussing their plans for the weekend.

Dance King 3? I'm a master at that.

Huh, no, you're not! Top-ten highest scores in a row.

-HE LAUGHS

-Nobody can out-dance the Deco.

Oh, yeah? Check this out.

HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS

Wow!

Woooow!

Boys! Boys! Not now. Save it for the game.

OK. What about my house, tomorrow afternoon?

Prepare to have your legs danced off.

HE LAUGHS

See, slight problem, I don't dance on the home edition.

Yeah, Deco's an arcade dancer. Old school.

So, where's the arcade?

-Bray.

-Bray?!

Fine, I'll see ya there tomorrow.

Do ya not need your mummy's permission, Roy?

What do you mean?

-I mean, I go out there on the train by myself.

-Yeah.

-I don't need my mummy to bring me there.

-Neither do I.

THEY LAUGH

I don't!

-Ma, can I go to Bray tomorrow?

-What for?

There's a dance game in the arcade I want to play.

Aw, that sounds like fun. Sure, love.

Oh, really? Aw, deadly. Thanks, Ma.

Yeah, and I'll tell ya what,

we can stop off and call into Granny and Grandad on the way.

-You're coming with me?

-Of course I am.

I was thinking I'd be goin' by myself.

Ah, sorry, son. You're not old enough.

-But all me friends go places by themselves.

-What friends?

Eh...Niall, Sean, Tara, Abby, Laura and Sophie. Everyone.

SHE LAUGHS

I don't think so, love. I think they're pulling your leg.

-Aw, but, Ma! I want to...

-Don't worry. I won't cramp your style.

And I promise, we'll have - woohh, wow, woohh -

lots of fun on the way.

No! I don't want you to bring me!

Well, look, maybe Becky can take you.

Excuse me? Why do I have to babysit him?

I can go by myself. This is so unfair.

What are you volunteering ME for? I have plans for tomorrow.

Yeah, well, you also have a school tip to Barcelona to pay for.

You're going, Becky, and that's final!

What's wrong with her?

Roy's not a baby any more, Becky.

Will ya cut it out, Roy?

HE BEATBOXES

Come on, out, the two of ya.

-What? I'm only breathing.

-Now, listen to me, both of ya, all right?

-I want no messing out in Bray, do you hear me?

-There won't be.

I'm serious, Roy. If you want your Ma to give you more freedom,

-you're going to have to earn it through good behaviour.

-I know.

OK. Here...

That's between the two of ya, all right?

-Don't spend it all in the one shop.

-THEY LAUGH

Right, have a nice time.

-Yeah, right.

-We will.

I'm warning you. Keep it up and see what happens.

SHE SIGHS

I must have done something really terrible in a past life.

Come on, Roy.

Ma, stop calling every five minutes.

If something goes wrong, I'll ring you. Let go of me hand!

-Was that Ma? What did she say?

-Just the usual.

Aw, she needs to take a chill pill.

-So, how do you want to work this?

-What do you mean?

Well, I was thinking, we go our separate ways.

I have a laugh at the arcade, wipe the floor with Deco,

-then meet you back here around half-five.

-No.

-Why not?

Cos Ma and Da told me to stay with you the whole time.

Ah, you're not going to play by their rules, are ya?

-Ah, come on, Becks, keep up.

-Roy O'Brien, get back here now.

Ah, come on, Becks. You can do better than that.

HE LAUGHS

Aw, let me go!

-Right, let's get one thing straight first.

-What?

If you act the fool one more time, I'm taking you straight home.

You can't do that!

Wanna bet?

-All right.

-All right what?

-I'll be good. I'll be good.

-PHONE RINGS

-You'd better.

-Not now, Mam.

-Come on.

Come on!

-HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-Give me the phone.

-I'm making a call, Bill.

-I said, give it to me.

B-B-Bill, give me the...

Maura, sit... Sit down. Sit down. See, you have a problem,

Maura, and I'm here to help you.

Bill. Bill.

-Come back here, Bill!

-Maura, Maura, stop.

-Bill, Bill!

-Maura, don't. Maura. Stop, Maura.

-Bill. Come back here, Bill. Bill.

-Stop.

-Bill, give me the phone!

-No.

-Bill, give me the phone.

Maura, don't. Don't tickle me!

Maura! Oh, Mammy! Here, take it, take it!

Whoooo! Whooo, whoo, whooo!

Oh, me back!

Slow down, Roy.

-Hey.

-Hey.

Becky, are you all right?

Where is this dancing game?

Over there.

-Why don't we have some fun beforehand?

-Fun?

HE LAUGHS

Hi.

-Hey.

-Er... He'll go on that one.

Is he a....?

-Yeah. He's my little brother. Roy, say hello to...

-Daniel.

Becky. Pleased to meet ya.

-You ready to hop on in, little fella?

-No.

It's all right, Roy. If you don't want to go on any of the rides,

we can just go straight back home.

-Come on, I'll give you a hand.

-Come on, Roy.

How many times have you called Becky since I left them at the station?

-Once or twice.

-Really?

-5½ times.

-HE LAUGHS

5½? Yeah, Becky wouldn't answer the last time.

-Ah, Maura!

-Ah, I can't help worrying, Bill.

I'm a mother, it's me job.

Yeah, but if you keep smothering them like this,

they're just going to drift further away from you.

What am I going to do?

Well, can you go the rest of the day without calling?

-Yeah, I can try.

-Grand.

SHE SIGHS

So, how long have you worked here?

Since I was a kid. My dad owns the place

and my brother's the manager, so...

Wow, that is so cool.

-HE LAUGHS

-Yeah. Er...

Oh, no, it's Deco!

Aw, phew! He didn't see me.

Hey, when can I get out of this thing?

In a minute, Roy.

So, where do you go to school?

I think it's time for a game of hide and seek.

Oh, battered sausage.

Ah, you never said anything about texting. Ah, Bill, no. Bill, please!

Maura. Give it to me. Let go of it.

That's really nice, you know,

giving up your Saturday to look after your little bro.

Ah, it's nothing. I'd do anything to help out my family.

And does your boyfriend not mind, or...?

I don't have a boyfriend.

Oh, right. Cool.

Do you want another go on the ride, Roy?

Roy?

Roy?

He must have wandered off.

Yeah, I'd better go find him.

Roy? Roy?!

She seeks him here, she seeks him there,

his goofy sister seeks him everywhere.

Ah, come on, Becks. You can do better than that.

HE LAUGHS

Roy?!

Hey. Did you find him?

No. He's run away.

This is all my fault. He wanted to play Dance King 3,

but I made him go on the kiddie's ride instead, so I could talk to...

Well, look, don't worry about it. We'll find him, yeah?

You're going to help me look?

Sure. I mean, if that's OK with you.

Yeah. Course it is. Thanks.

There's another arcade across the way, it has Dance King 3.

Maybe he went over there to play it, yeah?

Finally.

All right, lads?

-Where did you get that from?

-SHE DIALS

The shed.

HE SIGHS

-PHONE RINGS

-Who is it?

Don't recognise the number.

Hello? Ma.

Yeah, we're fine.

He's playing his dancing game.

Do you want me to take him off it to say hello?

You sure? OK, talk to you later.

I wish I'd never come out to Bray in the first place.

Well, I'm glad you did.

We'd better hurry, it'll be dark soon.

They're both fine. They're having fun.

What are the odds, huh?

Oh, by the way, the 1980s rang.

They want their phone back. Ah, dah, dah, dah, dah.

HE WHISTLES

SQUEAKS

SHUTTER CLICKS

HE LAUGHS

HOOTER BLARES

Aw, teddy bear!

You are mine!

Ha-ha!

Yes!

Aw, Roy O'Brien, master of the claw.

Hey, what gives?

Aw, no way! What a rip-off.

-What do you think you're doing?

-Oh!

Getting me prize. I'm not robbing it!

It's not what it looks like!

I won this teddy, but it's gotten stuck in the side of the chute.

Do you know how many times a day I hear that, kid?

It's true! Take a look for yourself.

If it didn't shoot out, you didn't win it. Now, clear off.

-But...

-But, but, but, but... I said disappear.

-Here you go.

-Thanks.

No problem.

-Do you know the guys who work here?

-Eh, yeah.

-Do you think they'd help us look for Roy?

-Yeah, sure.

-We are going to find him, aren't we?

-Yeah.

Are you sure you're not too cold?

Absolutely. I go swimming in the sea in this weather.

-Wow.

-Yeah.

OK, come on, we're nearly there.

Come on, now. You can't be messin' with that. Come on.

Agent O'Brien, commence Operation Teddy Bear Rescue.

HE SHOUTS

No!

What's that? It's pulling me hand.

Ah, let go! HE SCREAMS

What the...?

Ah! Let me out!

How did you get in there?

Er...it was an accident?

Sorry, folks. Machine malfunction.

If you head over to the cashier, she'll provide you with a refund.

Daniel, code red.

Meet me at the claw machine right away.

Daniel?

Daniel, come in, code red!

Ha-ha! Me teddy!

Aw, I've found it!

Oh, no.

-HE LAUGHS

-Hello, Roy.

Go away!

Now, why would I want to do such a silly little thing like that?

By the way, say cheese. CAMERA CLICKS

Aw, get lost, Deco!

I'll meet you over at the Dance King 3 machine.

Eh, eh, can you turn your head a little?

I need to get a shot of your good side.

CAMERA CLICKS

Ah, don't worry, Roy.

I'm sure someone will get you out of there - well, sooner or later.

Go away, Deco.

Don't be like that. Here, let me help you out.

Hey, what are you doing?

Just grab on and breathe in.

OK, a little to the left.

Forward.

A little more.

Now, release!

Ow, me head!

Aw, forget it!

Give us a hand, will ya?

Gently now.

Not too hard!

Aren't you forgetting your little...teddy?

Aw, come on, we've got dancing to do.

Er...yeah.

Let's see about that.

-I can't believe Roy wasn't there.

-PHONE RINGS

-Do you need to take that?

-Nah. It's just my brother.

He probably wants to shout at me for going missing from work.

-Sorry for getting you into trouble.

-Finding Roy is far more important.

I can't believe this. I'm the worst sister in the world.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

I going to ring my parents.

Are you sure you want to do this?

I mean, have you even seen the leaderboard?

Enjoy it while you can, Deco,

cos you're about to lose to a true dancing master.

It's on. Yeah, it is on.

-COMPUTER:

-Bring it on!

MUSIC PLAYS

HE LAUGHS

PHONE RINGS

Hey, Becky. Everything OK?

When?

-Right. OK. We're on our way.

-What's wrong you?

-Roy's gone missing.

-Missing, right. Where's me car keys?

-This is my fault.

-It's nobody's fault.

No, no, you were right all along, Maura. It is my fault.

-He's too young to be trusted.

-Bill, you've no shoes or socks on you.

Well, that's hardly important now. Just grab me slippers!

MUSIC PLAYS

Give up, O'Brien. You can't touch this!

Stop trying to put me off.

Yes! Read it and weep!

No, that can't be right.

You cheated!

Give me a break, O'Brien. Have a little dignity.

What ya doing? The game's over. I won.

-I can't stop.

-Yeah, right.

-I mean it, Deco!

Me arms and legs have a mind of their own.

HE LAUGHS Stop laughing at me. It isn't funny!

It is from where I'm standing.

You have to do something. Help me!

How?

Deco, unplug the machine!

Whooa!

Help me!

Mam! Dad!

Aw, there they are.

-Any sign of him?

-No. We've looked everywhere.

-Who are you?

-Daniel. Pleased to meet you.

Hiya, Daniel.

Daniel works in the arcade. He's been helping me search for Roy.

-Good man.

-Look, I'm really sorry about this.

Roy wandered off while I was chatting with Becky.

-I'm the one to blame.

-No, it's my fault.

Look, no-one's blaming anyone. These things happen.

-The important thing now is finding Roy.

-Daniel!

Where have you been?

A little boy's gone missing. I was helping his sister find him.

-What does he look like?

-Eh, blonde hair, blue eyes...

-He's a cartoon.

-Ah, you'd better come with me.

-Come on.

-It's just around here, at the corner.

HE LAUGHS

Stop messing around and help me.

Yeah, I will. Just one more for the lads.

Declan, honey, are you ready to go?

Hello. I'm Emer, Declan's Mam.

You must be Roy.

Oh, it's lovely to meet you, Ms O'Leary.

And you too, Roy. I've heard a lot about ya.

Declan talks about you all the time.

Really?

-Oh, yeah. I'd say he's your biggest fan.

-You don't say.

Are you OK, love?

You seem to be in a bit of a tangle.

Oh, no, I'm grand.

These sort of things always happen to me. Isn't that right, Deco?

Oh, he's over here. Come on, lads.

Oh, Roy!

-Hiya.

-Hiya.

Ma, what are you doing here?

Becky called us. She said you'd gone missing.

Where have you been? I've been lookin' everywhere for ya.

-HE LAUGHS

-Wait. You came here with your sister?

So? You came here with your Ma.

What's that got to do with anything?

Nothing. We were just...saying.

Come on, love, let's get you home.

Come on, Bill.

You, too. You'll be late for your dance class.

HE LAUGHS

Maaaaaaaaaaaaa!

You comin', Becky?

Eh, I'll be there in a sec.

Oh, all right, yeah. This way, Bill.

-Thanks for helpin'.

-Sure.

Come on now, you. Get back to work.

Unless you want to be docked a day's pay.

Look, when you're old enough to go out by yourself, she won't stop ya.

-Any luck?

-No. But I think if we all just pick a limb each and...

-Ma?

-Yes, Roy?

I'm sorry for scaring ya.

And, Becky, I'm sorry for running off.

It's OK. I forgive ya.

You do? Why?

-Right, we all ready?

-Hmm-hmm.

-Yeah.

Right, now, on the count of three. One, two, three...

Hey, it worked! THEY LAUGH

Roy! Roy! I wouldn't risk it, love.

Psst! Roy.

Morning, Declan. How's your mummy today?

-What's it gonna cost me?

-For what?

You to keep quiet about...

(Bray.)

-Delete the pictures.

-Ha, deal.

-I'm not finished yet.

-Aw, no way. You want more?

-The battle on Dance King 3, I wiped the floor with you.

-No.

Fair enough. See ya inside.

I can't wait to tell Fagan and Hendley how lovely your Ma is.

No, wait!

We say it was a draw -

three games apiece.

Deal.

Just out of interest,

why did you lie about going out to Bray by yourself?

-Cos I've a reputation to keep.

-What reputation?

-Being the coolest kid in school.

-No, you're not!

-Yeah, I am.

-You're not.

-I am.

-Not.

-Am.

-Not.

-Am.

-Not.

-Am!

-Not!

-I am!

-Not.

-I am!

-Not.

-I am!

-No, you're not.

-Yes, I am!

-No, you're not!

Is that clean enough?

Well, what do you think?

Aw, nuts.

Yeah, lookin' good, fellas.

Hey, lads, look who's come to get his jacket back.

-Hey, Becky.

-Hey.

Hey, Roy. You forgot something from the arcade.

Aw, me teddy!

Aw, deadly!

Er, Roy...

why don't you take a break?

Becky, are you all right cleaning the car on your own?

Or maybe...Daniel can help you.

-Sure.

-Yeah, sure.

-Great. Let's go, Roy.

-Huh?

Now, Roy. Remove yourself from the situ... Yeah.

-Fine. Grand.

-Come on. Come on.

Sweet.

-Do you know what I feel like doing?

-What?

-Dancing.

-BOTH LAUGH

Come on.

THEY CHAT

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS