Partylicious Sadie J

Bad news, guys, we're out of Frostybix.

-Does anybody want a Mr Buggles breakfast?

-No!

Oh, Mr Buggles, fancy seeing you here.

Oh, it's OK, Steve, I had to come.

I hear it's somebody's birthday party soon.

Yeah, and you're not invited, felt features.

Easy, he can hear you.

Do you think he's made of foam?

Oh, it's OK, Stevo, I've got it covered.

Look, Buggles, I know we've been through a lot together -

the foam party, the bouncy castle...

Good times.

But I'm going to be 13 this year, so if I have a party, it's got to be

partylicious, so you're not invited.

Look, Sads,

any party that me and Mr B organise is going to be partylicious.

Now, you can call me old school...

-Not old school, you're just old.

-Am not.

Don't you get it? 13 is the new 18.

I'm not playing guess the engine noise

with your hand up a toy car's bottom.

-Brrrum!

-Not playing.

Look, Sads, once we organise it, I know you're going to love it.

Isn't that right, Mr B?

Oh, yes.

One more word and the puppet gets it.

I don't want a Buggles and Stevo party, OK?

# Could somebody tell me

# Why I'm always surrounded by boys?

# Give me a break

# They've got attitude, kinda cute

# But when they're in trouble

# Takes a girl to save the day

# I'd love another girl around the place

-# Just to be her

-Someone to back me up so I always

# Have the last word

# Guess it's hard to be the only girl

# In a boys' world

# Girl

# In a boys' world

# I know I'm stronger cos I got a positive

# Mental attitude

# Understanding, kind and sensitive

-# With some more attitude

-I just don't want to be the only girl

# In a boys' world. #

OMG, where's the crystal meteorite?

Where's Gaga? You said she'd parachuted in?

Sorry, guys, I just had to get you here. I really need your advice.

Drop 10 lbs and get hair implants.

About Sadie's birthday.

Now, I don't know if you know, but I used to do all her parties.

Duh, we were at them.

Right. You know, I couldn't put a foot wrong then,

unlike now. I'm determined to prove that her old dad is not so old,

that's why I want you two to help me organise a surprise party.

-High-five, partner!

-Sorry, Steve, we need to huddle.

We never huddle!

Sadie doesn't want a party.

Correction, she doesn't want a Stevo and Buggles party.

Are you seriously going to leave your BFF's B-day to that man?

All right.

OK, we're in.

Great. Where do we start, partner?

Steve, buddy, get with the programme.

If we do this, we do it without you.

But you can have regular updates.

We'll send you, er...party e-mails.

You mean p-mails?

Don't push it, puppet.

OK, as chief surprise party planner,

I'm sure that no Sadie J birthday would be complete

without at least three glitter balls and a Katie Perry impersonator.

I give you...Sa-Disco!

-That is totally fizzog.

-Thanks!

Fizzog is Zingon speak, for stupid.

Who are you calling stupid, stupid?

That's English for stupid.

As chief EXECUTIVE surprise party planner,

I think the only way to go is to the stars.

You're speaking my language.

Who was you thinking? Pixie Lott? George Sampson? The brothers Jonii?

The actual stars,

with a space rage. After all, Sadie loves space cargo.

Nah-ah, she USED to.

Didn't you get the memo? She grew up.

Just admit it, this is totally all for you, galaxy girl.

Me?! Everyone knows it's your dream to ride a disco ball, dancing boy!

True. It's Sadie!

OK, guys, what are you up to?

You never hang out without me.

Ex-squeeze me, Jenkster! The world doesn't revolve around you.

I know what's going on here. You're being secretive.

You were in the garage with my dad.

There's only one explanation, you're...

Busted! Planning your surprise birthday party.

-Kit!

-I was going to say you'd formed a Sugababes tribute band,

but that makes the way more sense.

Nice one, dufus!

Please don't tell Steve.

No probsicles, what party?

I don't even know what you're doing.

I won't interfere at all.

Awesomondo, I get to plan my own surprise party!

Check out my surprised face.

Oops.

Danny, you up there?

Sure am, I've got everything covered for the gameathon.

We won't have to move for six hours straight,

-unless you need to tinkle, in which case you're a wuss.

-All right?

(Don't...move.)

You've been followed up here by a girl!

-Relax, I've got it covered...

-Danny, this is Imogen.

I'm his girlfriend.

We're going steady.

HE LAUGHS

Yeah, right! Close the door on your way out.

Come on, Jake, that ninja warlord's butt won't kick itself.

Ninja warlord? That's, like, so year five.

Why don't you go and play pinky pony club with your own friends.

Killer zombie dog is my favourite.

I just love it when they go rabid and foam at the mouth.

Lavender drop?

But you hate lavender drops!

Not any more.

But, but... This tree house ain't big enough for the both of us.

Close the door on your way out.

Right, guys, I am not here.

OK, Deeds,

here's version 2.0 of Sadie's surprise party.

I've taken my best bits and added your least worst.

You what?

Is there a problem?

No problem at all. Wouldn't change a thing,

except maybe...

This strobe light has to go.

And the periodic table twister is a total no-no.

I think we can live without the Kylie cupcakes, the tofu telescopes

and the life-size inflatable Stephen Hawking.

-But that kind of leaves...

-Nothing.

Don't be ridiculous.

We could have a cupcake mountain, a karaoke DJ,

a pizza pig-out buffet.

BOTH: Cool.

Well, don't just sit there.

We've got my surprise party to plan.

And what's this?

My B-day bash. Kit and Deeds have booked this place for Friday.

THIS Friday?

Yah-ha, it's going to be faboosh.

That's one word for it.

See, your 13th birthday sets the tone for the rest of your teens.

My friend Chennae had a hop-hop happening.

It was so fine, even Jay-Z sent a hologram.

Overnight, she went from D list to borderline A.

But, if you want to stick

with Kit and Dede and your square party, good luck.

-Ta-daa!

-We got everything you asked for.

-So, what do you think?

-You're fired.

Guys! Come on! Guys, I can explain.

Well, don't look at me like that.

What if it was YOUR birthday?

Fine! I'll make it up to them.

After I've seen Chloe...

# In New York

# Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

# There's nothing you... #

Ooh.

Ow!

All right, mate? I thought you were going to the cinema.

I was. But Tanya got the huffs and stomped off.

I told you that Lunatic Werewolf 3

wasn't everybody's idea of a date movie.

It wasn't that.

She got the hump because they thought I was too young to see it.

It's only a 15.

-That's the curse of those boyish good looks.

-Tell me about it.

Perfect skin and a full head of hair ain't all it's cracked up to be.

Here...

-What?

-You enjoy it while it lasts, mate.

Not so long ago, I was a hunk with a curly mullet and dreams.

Now Sadie thinks I'm too ancient

to organise a birthday party for her.

Me, too old.

As if, eh?

-Steve?

-Yeah?

-Are you walking backwards or is your hat the wrong way round?

-Just...

Oh, forget it.

We've got a serious problem here. If it happens again, Tanya will dump me.

What am I going to do?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it? Man up.

Or failing that, you could always take her to a cartoon.

Hey!

So, what can I get you?

A cheeseburger, double-ubble fries,

chaka-lacka shake, tutti-frutti pie,

and someone to rescue my surprise party.

What was that?

A cheeseburger with...

-I got that part.

-Someone to rescue my surprise party.

I had to fire Kit and Deeds, so, like, have you got any ideas?

Off the top of my head, I'm thinking a totally 13th birthday party,

punky princess, twisted tiaras, posters of you

looking fierce on the walls, guest-list and pop shots on the door,

and of course br-invites.

A bracelet that's an invitation - that's obviously a basic part-ay.

Obviously basic, yeah.

-If you want to go even cooler...

-Cooler?

How it is that even possible?!

Of course I want to go cooler.

I don't want a basic part-ay.

I want the works,

cos I'm C to the oo-l, S to the A to the D-I-E, that's me.

TEARING

Oh, no! Where's all our stuff gone?

We've been pinkified!

What's that smell?!

Air freshener. We tidied up.

Why? It took us ages to get it that dirty.

The mess was putting me off ninja warlord.

You played ninja warlord with her?!

Ninja warlord is OUR thing, it belongs to us. Jake and Danny.

Janny.

We've got the highest score. Nothing changes that.

-TELEVISION:

-New high score.

Looks like we just have.

-Beginner's luck.

-Don't make excuses, Jakey baby, we're good together.

So is cornflakes and ketchup,

but too much of it just makes you feel sick.

Look, Jake, she may be good with a console,

but can she slam dunk a ball?

-Three points.

-Lucky shot.

Can she throw a dart?

-Bullseye.

-Yeah, well, I bet you she can't do armpit farts.

Fr-r-rt!

Call that an armpit fart?

FR-R-R-RT!

Bring it. Anything you can do, Imogen can do better.

Look, Jake, this is the Danster you're talking to.

Now, it's either her or me.

Well, when you put it like that, there's no contest.

See ya.

Jake!

I hate pink!

-It's Steve.

-Give it to me.

I'm going to trash that Sadie so much she's going to feel

like Trashy McTrash-Trash on trash day at the dump.

I'd better handle this.

Hi, Steve.

-Hey, Deedster, no calls, no p-mails, what gives?

-Deedster?

I have had a great idea for getting Mr Buggles back into the party.

What about M-Bugz the Buster?

I've pimped him up, and he's ready to roll.

He's acting really weird.

Stevo is well on his way to proving to Sadie that he's not

too past it to organise a partylicious party.

Oh, yeah, you know what the best thing is? She hasn't got a clue.

Can't wait to see her face.

-So, how's it going?

-Um...

Great, it'll be incredible. I'll p-mail you. Bye!

Hang on a minute, Sadie dumped us for the Trog monster.

I couldn't do it, OK?

If anyone's going to have to break it to him,

and break his heart, it should be Sadie herself.

You know best, "Deedster".

OK, so that's the red carpet,

the boy band and the bouncer on the door.

So that's the purple carpet, the rap duo and two bouncers on the door?

The cooler version?

BTW, you're not blowing these up big enough.

And are we thinking gold or silver straws for the drinks?

Red, with like diamanti stuck on the top, so they look really stylish.

Just like Chezzer would.

We're so alike.

Yeah, I bet her bedroom's just like this.

OK, lastly, how big do you want the VIP section to be? Bear in mind,

my friend Kendra went small, and now she lives on a farm in Wales.

Beyond big. Never mind "section", this is a Sadie J event.

So the whole party should be off-limits to non-VIPs?

-Exactly.

-Cool, that's just what I wanted.

Uh... I mean, just what you deserve.

OK, I think we're done here.

-I should go!

-Yeah.

Oh!

Quit with the creeping around already!

-You'll scare a girl to death!

-Here's hoping.

Hi, guys, nice hat. Love the glasses. Is that a new calculator?

Quit with the flannelling.

OK, fine. I'm sorry, all right?

But I had to step up my game and bring in the big guns. AKA, Chloe.

Are you saying we didn't have enough ammo for your B-day bash?

Not necessarily. But Chloe...has come up with this.

OMG, I love it, you're forgiven!

Aren't we all forgetting something here? Who's going to break it

to Steve that you're planning your OWN surprise party?

Chillaxio, just focus on finding two partylicious outfits

for my totally 13 B-day bash.

I'll take care of Dad.

So, what do you think?

The mummy returns?

-I cut myself shaving.

-Really?

-What's your blood type, crayon?

-No.

Felt tip pen. Works a treat with that whole age thing.

I even had to pay full fare on the bus this morning.

-Whoopeedoo(!)

-Dad!

Hi, Sas, how are you? Cleaning a carburettor,

wasn't wrapping a present or anything...

OK, stop.

-What's this?

-A br-invite.

A bracelet that's an invite to my totally 13 birthday party.

But we haven't organised anything.

Enough. I know about the surprise party, OK?

-You what?

-See, I busted Kit and Dedes because they're

so bad at keeping secrets,

but their plans for a mega disco leaves a little space track.

So I fired them. You're fired.

Chloe said, without a faboosh party, we'd end up on a farm in Wales.

That's not an option, what with your hay fever

and Keith's sheep phobia.

So now, I'm organising my surprise party.

Check out my surprise face.

It's going to be awesome.

VIPs only, and fake paps!

Oh, what d'you mean VIPs and fake paps? I don't like the sound of this.

I can understand

you not wanting me and Bugster on board, but firing your friends?!

Well, I had to, how else was I going to get from D list to borderline A?

What's happened to you? This isn't the party I want my daughter to have.

Fine, then don't come.

In fact, you're banned from coming.

-Sorry, Dad.

-You can't ban me from my own daughter's birthday party.

I just have.

Hey, Lizzie, just calling to let you know

that my fabulously 14 party is back on tonight.

Yeah, huh, some loser booked it before me, but I'm taking care of it.

She hasn't got a clue. Awesome, I'll put you down for two.

Kit, did you hear that?

Ya-hah! Now I can't decide which party to go to - Chloe's or Sadie's.

Duh! They're the same one.

Problem solved!

Now, be honest, can I rock the disco on my look or not? Agh!

I'll see you there. Ciao!

Sadie, there's something we have to tell you.

Awesome, that's just in time! Check out my totally 13 party guest list!

This party is going to be rammed to the jam

with every cool kid in school.

But you don't know any cool kids.

-I will by the end of tonight. They all said yes.

-Sadie, stop.

Can't you see what's going on here?

Chloe's just using you to get the Y for her fabulous 14 party.

It's her B-day, too.

That is total rubbish.

Oh, really? Why else would all these cool kids be coming?

They're not going to be there for you.

You know, guys, you're as bad as my dad.

You can't bear it that I'm going to get the birthday party I deserve.

Well, if you can't accept that, maybe you shouldn't come, either.

-Fine!

-Fine.

But I bought this especially.

Fine.

Well, don't look at me like that.

I haven't decided whether YOU can come yet.

So why did you ask us here?

-Well, mate...

-He's not your mate, he's my boyfriend.

Why did you ask us to come up here?

Oh, I just wanted to introduce you to my new girlfriend.

Hi, I'm Isabelle.

But you can call me Izzy, IF I like you.

Izzy slam dunks like LeBron, plays midfield at elite level, and...

FR-R-R-R-R-RT!

..reaches 10 decibels, with her armpit farts.

Who's up for a four-way game of killer zombie dogs,

couple versus couple?

Don't even go there, don't even go NEAR there.

Well, come on, then, when are you going to go there?

This felt-tip tissue is a nightmare.

Curse these manly good looks.

I got in to see Lunatic Werewolf 3 this time.

I had to pay for an adult ticket, which meant I couldn't afford

the kids' popcorn puzzle box and a super slurpy slush pop.

I can't afford to grow up yet!

In fact,

I don't WANT to grow up yet.

It's going to happen, all right?

One day you'll come in and say to me,

"Steve, I'm grown up, I want to get my spanner and hit the road."

And you know what?

That's fine, I ain't going to stop you.

Because I've got to accept that people grow up.

Go if you want, go on.

-Grow up, be free, off you go.

-What?

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm here until I'm as old and grey and decrepit as you are, boss.

Thanks, Keith.

That makes me feel a lot better(!)

You guys are rubbish.

Want to go shoot some pool?

-Too right, this place stinks.

-Of losers!

That was so good.

It deserves a single lady.

# All the single ladies all the single ladies

# All the single ladies all the single ladies

# All the single ladies all the single ladies. #

Losers!

-Are you OK, man?

-Yep.

-We were never serious.

-No.

-Ninja warlord?

-Thought you'd never ask.

# Happy birthday to me,

# Happy birthday to me... #

This is it.

This is where you enter the big league, Jenkster.

OK, so I let down Kit and Dede.

And Dad.

And Mr Buggles.

But they'll get over it. Goodbye, D list, hello, borderline A list.

-Sorry, sir, I'm just going into the party.

-I'm a woman.

And you ain't going nowhere without a br-invite.

I don't really need a br-invite,

considering it's my totally 13 party.

All mine, no party without me!

I don't think so.

Just ask Chloe Denee. Go on, ask her. Miss Denee is busy.

Now, don't make me call Candy.

Ooh, Candy, ooh, I'm so scared! Not!

Ms V, you've got to help me!

I'm sorry, my pathetic little schnoodle, I'm already late.

Why? What for?

Chloe's fabulously 14 part-ay.

See you there. Hello, Candy.

Chloe, hey, Chloe!

For some reason, they think it's your B-day bash, and not mine.

What are they like?!

Go on. Tell them the score.

Sure.

Never seen her before in my life.

Nobody, but nobody makes a fool out of Sadie J.

She's more than capable of doing that herself.

Agh! It's my party!

Now, I knew how I was going to get up here,

but I haven't a clue how I'm going to get down!

You can't come in here, you rabble...!

'Have you had an accident...'

'..driving a milk float across the Gobi desert...?'

DOOR OPENS

Ah, that must have been some party!

-It was a disaster.

-Come on, it can't have been that bad.

How many people do you know spend an entire week planning their

-own surprise party and don't even get to go?

-Yeah, that's pretty bad.

the worst thing is that I dis-invited you and Kit

and Dede, and everyone that really matters to me. I just ran away

with the idea of having the coolest party in history

-and ended up doing the uncoolest thing ever.

-Come on.

On the plus side, I did take down Candy.

-Eventually.

-That's good.

-Who's Candy?

-Erm, no-one.

So what do you want to do? We've still got four hours left

-of my worst birthday ever.

-Relax. I've got it covered.

ALL: Surprise!

Aaagh!

-Again, again, again.

-Oh, no!

-Let's blow these candles out before they start a fire, yeah?

-Make a wish.

Hey! What was it?

I wished that my BFFs would forgive me for being such a mammoth idiot.

Er, what is this, a Disney movie?!

Stop being so schmaltzy and make a proper wish, Jenkster.

OK, I wish for an incredibly expensive pair of designer shoes.

No way!

So, are we cool?

We're cool. Nice headlights.

OK, let's party!

So, Chloe, how did your fabulous 14 party go?

It didn't, OK?

Oh, really, how come? Nothing to do with the fact that...

'All hell broke loose at the Y Diner last night

'after the security team were compromised at a private party

'and 200 kids ran riot.'

Chloe? >

You haven't seen me, right?

Chloe?!

ALL: She's here!