Roy, Roy, CGI Boy 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!

Roy!

Roy!

'It seems like an ordinary day in the life of Roy O'Brien.'

LOUD CRASHING

'But events are about to unfold

'that will rock the very foundation of his world.'

You are such a disaster.

Ah, he can't help being himself, love.

Such a cop-out. He gets away with everything.

No, I don't!

Wish I was a stupid cartoon like him.

Hang on... No, I don't!

Sorry...

Look, no worries, pal, all right?

Just, the next time you're going for the last pancake,

just take it a little bit easier.

You know, just be cool.

Yeah, exactly, love.

Mr Lucey has a surprise class this morning.

Same time as Hammond's football.

And we can pick which one we go to.

Mm...

Hammond, surprise...

Hammond...

Surprise...

No contest!

Mr Lucey's been teaching us about 3D stuff. So, I made this.

Who's going to be boy genius of the week on Mr Lucey's column?

In your face, Roy!

Yes!

Yes! Ha-ha!

We're going to see a movie in 3D!

In 3D!

Yes!

Whoa...

CGI or computer-generated imagery

has a number of uses in the world of science.

Flight simulators, medical imaging.

And, plus today, we're watching a CGI cartoon...

-What's that?

-Oh, it's a model that I've...

We're going to see a cartoon!

What?

Did you think he was going to do something about cornflakes?

-OK, and lights, please!

-Oh, we're going to see it, Niall!

ALL: Ooooh!

SEAGULLS SQUAWK

On behalf of my fellow cartoon, thank you.

You think you're like him?

You're just a joke.

Except you're not funny, just stupid.

Leave him alone!

Idiot.

Did I annoy him?

He was born annoyed.

So perfect!

Imagine being like...him.

Ah, Roy, I think you're pretty special the way you are.

Not one of them chose me!

Standing on my own, with nothing but bird pooping on my head!

Why don't you take a time-out on the new bean bag?

Go on...try it.

Now, doesn't that feel better? Very relaxing, huh?

And look... The kitten of calm.

I like to use this guy when the kids are feeling stressed.

I'm not a child!

I'm just annoyed no-one wanted to play with me!

And then he's on top of this mad, huge skyscraper, like, this high...

And he looks down and the traffic is tiny

and all the people are like little ants.

Ah, no... No, I couldn't handle that, now.

I know.

And he's like...

And there's this really skinny rope he has to cross,

but it's this far to the other side.

Oh, really?

But he gets on the rope, anyway, because he's really brave.

And he's nearly across...

..and the rope starts tearing...

No!

No, what did he do?

He runs super-fast...

..and...

bam!

I wish Harry was my brother.

Ah, no, you don't, love.

No.

No, I don't.

I do.

It'd be brilliant to be like him.

But, but...

I mean, did he make it over to the other side?

Oh, totally.

Without annihilating everything around him?

Ah, don't worry, love. Everybody has accidents every now and then.

HE SIGHS DEEPLY

CLICK

SPOOKY MUSIC

But how?

Who cares? It's rapid!

It's freakazoid.

Don't tell me we're going to have to go to Dr Raschid's again, are we?

No way! I'm not sick.

I'm officially amazing!

CLICKS HIS FINGERS

Wait till they see this in school.

Supposing it spreads?

Front page of Southside People.

"Star pupil."

Mr Lucey?

Sir?

Oh, yes, Declan? Sorry.

There's something that I have to show you...

Get a load of this, suckers!

EVERYONE GASPS

Astounding...!

Hm...

Now, there has to have been some change at a basic structural level.

But what? That is what we need to figure out.

And then what happens? Could I become totally CGI?

Like, all of me?

Wow...

The perfect boy!

That would be truly...

There is only one word.

..awesome!

Just like Harry.

I could publish papers.

But you're in the Southside People.

No, scientific papers, Roy.

I'd be famous in the world of science.

I mean, you would be, too.

You'd be my finest hour.

Can I go play chasing now?

No!

No, no, you can't do anything that would damage the hand.

In fact, I want you to run straight home

and contact me immediately if there are any changes.

What good is it if I can't play with it?

That's just for now, Roy.

A real boy...

Only, a thousand times better!

Roy! Roy, show us your hand! Let me see!

Oh, come on, Roy, show us!

Chill out!

Mr Lucey says we have to be careful with it.

It's a scientific wonder.

Boring!

He's going to turn me into a real CGI boy. Is that boring?

Are you serious?

He has to figure out how it happened.

Wow...

That's mad!

So, will you still be, like, Roy?

Yeah, just a zillion times better.

That's not hard.

Well, Roy, causing havoc as usual?

Mr Lucey says that he can make Roy totally CGI.

CG...?

Oh, well, never a dull moment.

Come on, back to the game, all of you.

Are you going to do it?

I don't know. I'm already a real boy.

Did you see Harry Hare? What did he look like?

A rabbit.

And you think you look like a boy?

You just look like a crumpled-up, badly-drawn freak show.

-And everyone's sick of you.

-No, they're not!

Just because they're not saying it to your face.

You wreck everything for everyone.

Look, they don't even miss you.

Oh...

Now he knows how it feels...

HE SIGHS

Deco's just a spoofer, isn't he?

KNOCK ON DOOR

You didn't eat much of your dinner, Roy.

I wasn't that hungry.

Is it the hand?

Nah.

Give us a look at it again.

And you haven't gone CGI anywhere else?

No.

But Mr Lucey said, if we can work out how it happened,

he can make me into a real boy.

Wow...

-That would be amazing.

-Yeah.

Come back here! Lucey!

One minute!

-Mr Lucey!

-I need to speak to Roy.

He's gone bonkers!

I have an idea of how to solve the puzzle.

-Now, wait just a minute here, Mr Lucey!

-We stage a reconstruction.

Recreate the events leading up to your mutation.

Mutation?!

Transformation, whatever.

You can't just barge into my house like this.

Mrs O'Brien...

I know I'm taking liberties and, normally, I wouldn't dream...

But this...

-This is bigger than any of us.

-Leave my house, please.

Well, I'm just...

Do you want me to call Ms Jervis and tell her about your behaviour?

No? Out!

Thank you, out!

Thank you.

Mutant...!

I was only joking.

My head's melted!

Like, my hand's deadly, and all,

but it'd be really weird looking into a mirror

and I had a different face.

Er...

On the other hand...

KNOCK ON DOOR

Roy...

We can do the reconstruction.

But only if you want it, love.

It might be brilliant.

Then, I just put this picture up on the wall and...

I'm not really sure if this matters.

Mr Lucey said everything, love.

Well...

We had beans for dinner.

Addition of methane...

Gross!

And then I just put these glasses over at the window and...

..I went to bed.

Well, I can't see anything.

Oh, and the lights were off, too.

Now...

Look...

Yes, of course!

The magnetic pull of the moon shining through the 3D glasses

caused a seismic shift in your make-up.

I don't wear make-up.

So, all I have to do

is build a frame of sufficient size to fit your entire body,

and bazinga!

You are no longer Roy as we know him.

And I...

I, Paul Lucey, am held aloft above the shoulders of beardy professors,

clutching my Nobel prize!

I'll get started at once!

Urgh!

Oh...

And you'll have no more of that kind of thing.

What do you mean?

Well, your hand. It behaves like a normal hand.

I suppose the rest of you will, too.

Hm...

So, you're going to change him, Mr Lucey?

Well, I thought you'd be glad.

But there's no such thing as a perfect boy.

Take my word for it.

There will be.

Our job is to teach, not to change, Mr Lucey.

And certainly not for our own glory.

Well, nobody's going to force him to do it!

Wow, it's like being granted a wish.

A swish of magic and you're perfect!

If anything, I'm too perfect.

It's not fair on everyone else.

So, you wouldn't change yourself?

Can't improve on perfection.

-I would.

-Me, too.

Everyone would. I'd like to have superpowers to stop war and stuff.

He didn't say superpowers.

Oh, then, I'm cool.

Though, it would be super-awesome to be CGI.

CGI Niall.

The world would listen!

CGI Sophie...

Shiny!

CGI Roy...

Totally! You'd be all smooth.

And shiny.

ALL: Shiny...!

Yeah, but like Abby says, you can't improve on perfection.

Perfect? Roy, your burp blew a window out of the classroom!

You ate my nail polish!

It said strawberry.

And you got us thrown out of the zoo!

Oh, that was the monkey's fault.

Yeah, right.

Maybe I should just do what Mr Lucey wants.

Deco would never slag you again, that's for sure.

Yeah, in your face, Deco!

Roy, Roy, CGI boy!

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

See? They can't wait for you to change.

They're only messing.

Sure they are!

Face it, Roy, you're just one big cartoon mistake

that should have ended up in a paperwaste basket.

I don't want Roy to change.

Mr Lucey set fire to his own eyebrows last week.

You don't seriously think he can pull this off, do you?

Roy!

Great news!

The frame is nearly finished.

All ready for your big moment?

I'm not sure.

But it's your... It's your destiny.

Am I not all right the way I am?

Why be all right when you can be perfect?

Huh?

And think of how proud your friends and family will be.

Perfect...!

Roy!

Don't listen to him! He's talking codology.

I'm always messing up.

Oh...!

Who says that?

-You!

-Me?

"A disaster, a menace, a headache, a catastrophe,

"a super-annoying, out-of-control torment,

"who makes everyone's life miserable!"

Well, I guess you were right.

-See you, lads.

-See you, Roy.

-Bye, Roy.

-See you.

See you tomorrow.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

He's not really going to change.

Want to bet?

Then he'll just be plain, old, boring Roy O'Brien.

-And you'll be begging me to be your friend.

-Yeah, right!

I'm the smartest kid in this school!

You can't bully your way into friendship.

And, besides, you can be as clever as you like,

but you'll never be Roy O'Brien.

Like I'd want to be!

He's a joke!

Oh, look how small he is in this one!

He was always a handful.

He turned this family upside down.

I love our upside-down family.

I love him.

Well, that's why we can't stand in his way.

OK, so maybe my friends are a bit fed up with me sometimes,

but I have to think of my ma and my dad.

Like, I can't just do it if they don't want me to.

And, like, there's no way they really would.

See the way my ma reefed Mr Lucey out of it?

They're going to totally forbid me to change a thing.

So, Mr Lucey says he'll have the frame ready tonight.

Really? That soon?

Yep.

So, it's big decision time, then.

By this time tomorrow,

you could have a whole new Roy sitting at the table.

Is that what you want, love?

Well, who wouldn't want to be super-amazing?

But, like, if it's a problem for you...

No. We just want you to be happy, son.

-If it's what you really, really want.

-Yeah, it's your decision.

You'd be happy?

Well, yeah, of course we would.

Hundred percent. Yeah.

But there's no rush, love. You take your time.

OK.

Didn't spill a drop!

Deadly!

Yeah!

Whoa...!

BIRDS TWITTER

Sorry...

I hate to admit it, but Deco was right.

No-one likes me the way I am.

My friends, Becky, my ma and dad.

I'm sorry, lads. I just got something in my eye.

EAR-PIERCING SCREAM ON TV

We can't let him do it!

No way.

Well, tell him!

Go on.

Roy!

Can you come down, please? We want to talk to you.

Roy!

Roy!

Bill, he's not here.

All right, all right. Just stay calm.

-He's probably just over at his friend's house.

-I'll ring him.

I'll keep looking.

Oh, yes!

Yes, it's perfect!

-So, none of you have seen him? ALL:

-No.

Well, what about Deco?

Roy would never go to Deco.

Well, try him, anyway.

OK.

BEEPING

Why should I care about him?

Genius!

Roy O'Brien, your moment has come!

It's now or never, lads.

You're such a disaster!

You're just a joke! Except you're not funny, just stupid!

BEEPING

Sap!

He's not at Deco's.

-Oh! What are we going to do, Bill?

-I don't know, love.

I've finished!

Finished what?

Sorry, I know it's late, but er...

the frame, it's ready!

Where's Roy?

Oh! The school! Now!

What?

-Go!

-No! Hey!

Oh, no...!

Urgh!

Oh...

WHOOSHING

Harry?

Roy... What's up?

Where's the science room?

That way!

Ah! Stay where you are!

-If you think you're filling my son's head with any more rubbish...

-No!

I want to stop him.

Look, there's only a few more seconds before the moon clears.

Maybe he won't do it.

Yeah, and if he does, you can change him back?

-Oh, move!

-Come on!

Come on, let's go!

Hey, I thought we were brothers?

-I'm going CGI.

-Yeah?

It's what my ma, dad and Becky want. And all my friends.

What's wrong with being you?

I'm not the same.

Yeah, I'm just a rabbit.

I won't get any first prize in the looks department, let's face it.

But, hey, I wouldn't change. No way.

But you're amazing.

I'm a disaster.

Are you sure about that?

I just want them all to like me.

Well, changing how you look on the outside

won't change who you are inside.

At least I wouldn't be so different.

I don't know what to do.

Tell me, please.

You'll figure it out.

See you on the other side, guys.

SPOOKY MUSIC

-Wait! Stop! That way!

-This way!

It's this way! It's this way!

It's this way!

Come on, now!

There's only one Roy O'Brien.

Roy!

Stop!

I have to say something.

I know you all want me to be cool and shiny,

not messing around and perfect, and all.

But I have to be me.

And I'm really sorry if you don't want that.

We don't want you to change a bit, love.

Really?

Listen, you're our Roy.

And that's the best thing you can be.

Come here...

CHEERING

I'm so sorry, Roy.

I stayed up all night,

but I just can't figure out how to get your hand back to normal.

So, I'm stuck with it?

I'm afraid it looks that way.

Well, thanks for trying.

It still rocks.

Suppose.

But it's not me.

Declan, I saw your project on my desk this morning.

Excellent work. Really first class.

Give us your hand.

-Get lost, Deco!

-Leave him alone!

Just trust me.

Just showing you all what a genius I am.

RUMBLING

Wha-hoooo!

WHISTLE

All right, you lot! I want 20 laps of the field.

Let's get those lazy-lump limbs...

Oh...!

Roy...!

Sorry, sir...

Oh...