Episode 10 The Story of Tracy Beaker

# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see me through

-# It doesn't matter What may come my way...

-No! No!

# Believe it now I will win some day. #

INAUDIBLE SPEECH

-There goes Lou for a day out with her aunt. ..Bye!

-Bye.

-See you later.

My dad's coming in a minute.

-Oh, sorry. I forgot. You don't belong to a family, do you?

-So?

You don't belong to a species. Meet the Littlewoods(!)

-You're jealous. A stranger has to take YOU out.

-Jealous of your dad...

and his personality bypass?! I'm going out with a writer.

You should see how they live.

With a writer, life's exciting and glamourous. Cup finals, parties...

-..and rock concerts and

-I'll

-be there at the centre of it all!

At least MY dad comes to see me,

-unlike some people's INVISIBLE MUM!

-Tracy's Mum may come any day.

And that would be hilarious today!

Tracy's out with a writer and her Mum turns up.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mum!

-Hi, Tracy. Ready to go?

-..Oh! Hi, Cam.

-This'll be the best match ever.

-Six hours till kick-off.

-Do we have everything? ..Crisps?

-Check.

-More crisps?

-Check.

-And more crisps in case we get peckish in between snacks.

-Check.

-What else can we possibly need?

-How about a television that works?

Wasn't someone getting it fixed? ALL: MIKE!

Tracy?

-Are you OK?

-I'm fine. I'm staying in

-cos my Mum's coming today.

-Great! HE MOUTHS

She'll be here any minute with presents from America.

That'll be fantastic!

Mind you, if we popped out, we could phone in to check if she's arrived.

OK. Well, another time, perhaps.

Hey! Not so fast!

-Na-na-nana-na!

-Look at her. She's so immature!

-Here we are.

-Is your proper car in for service?

-This IS my proper car.

-It's a hairdryer(!)

-It's not the car that's important.

It's the driver.

Absolutely.

My Mum...

is a brilliant driver. She's fearless and fabulous!

And we're completely unbeatable on any racetrack in the world.

CARS TYRES SQUEAL

VAA-ROOM!

CHEERS

-When she's back, we'll soon be racing again.

-Course you will.

-Where are we going?

-How about a picnic in the park?

Call the news crews and paparazzi(!) Tracy Beaker is going...to the park.

-Well, I like the park.

-You're old. I bet you enjoy the cemetery too.

-Are you this cheeky to everyone?

-Yeah. Don't think you're special.

-You are a one-off.

-That's me. That must be why no-one will foster me.

I think a cheeky girl would be fun.

-Cam?

-Mm-hm?

How much, exactly, do writers earn?

-Pardon?

-How about lunch at yours?

-Oh, no. I don't think so.

OK, then.

-Do you think he'd like this one better?

-Yes.

-What about this one?

-He wants to see you. It doesn't matter what you wear.

-Why is it my fault?

-Who bought a microwave instead of a telly?

-Me.

-And who promised they'd get THIS repaired?

-Me...and your point is?

My point is, you never get round to anything. Sort it out now.

It's Saturday. Do you have any idea how much an engineer would charge?

OK. Come on, everybody.

-£5.20.

-That's nowhere near enough.

-You could make the difference up.

Yeah, sure(!) If my lottery ticket comes up. Sorry, guys.

-Where's the rest of it?

-There's a bedroom upstairs.

-There's no PC!

A home without a computer! It's unnatural!

-There. Happy now?

-Oh. What games do you have?

-Games?

-What do you think they're for?

-Let's write a story?

-I'm between ideas.

Oh, writer's block. You're a real writer. I have a cure.

Fortunately, unfortunately. It's a game. Unfortunately...

Tracy had no ideas. Fortunately, this game could give her some.

-Unfortunately...

-Cam had gone completely barking mad.

-Fortunately, Tracy could give the sanity drug, but...

-Unfortunately...

they left the medical kit on the helicopter

and the hospital was miles away through the jungle,

which was inhabited by a tribe of two-headed girls, the Justineans,

who worshipped this little, dull, BORING God called Dad.

Unfortunately, the Justineans liked to make everybody's life a misery.

But, fortunately, they were never going to beat us.

ROAR!

-What's this?

-Lunch.

-I'm having lunch with my Dad, remember?

Sure, but I thought you'd be hungry.

He's probably stuck in traffic or something. He'll be here any minute!

Listen, guys. How about we listen to the game on the radio?

-It's just as good...

-No way!

-It's life and death.

-It's only a game.

-Only a game?!

-He's right.

-It's only a game.

-Hmm?!

(Ah.) Oh, right. Fine.

Operation Magnetic Storm - action, guys.

Fortunately, the talented, beautiful Tracy Beaker saved the world, but...

-Unfortunately...

-Although beautiful, she didn't see how big her gob was(!)

Fortunately, Dr Cam saved her, let her stay in hospital then move in,

eventually fostered her and they lived happily ever after.

Hang on, Tracy. Slow down. I'm in no position to foster anybody.

PHONE RINGS Hello? Oh, hi.

Unfortunately, the world decided

that Tracy Beaker wasn't allowed a nice, loving home...again.

-Why hasn't he rung me?

-There'll be a good reason. You'll see.

-Do you wanna give him a call?

-..I'll give him a while longer.

..Unfortunately, some people are so RUDE

-they don't look after their guests.

-ON PHONE: Yeah, OK.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, in the next couple of weeks. That'd be great.

Fortunately, some guests can look after themselves.

Cheers, then. Bye. ..Tracy, did you want to phone in?

Unfortunately, my Mum's probably been and gone by now.

Why is it that everyone has a better time than me?

Engaged!

SHE SNIFFS

He's coming!

Come on, guys. What are you doing up here? It's pointless. How did...?

I tried to fix the TV, but...we hit a snag.

-Like what?

-It was an aerial thing.

If one of us could put that out the window, we could get a signal.

You mean...

..like that? CHEERS

Yep.

..How did you do that?! ALL: Shh!

-Hi, Tracy.

-Jude? Um, has my mum been?

-No, er...I'm sorry. There's no sign of her.

-OK.

I wanna go...

-Now!

-Tracy, this is great!

SHE CONTINUES TO LAUGH

Super Tracy saves the world from the evil social workers from Planet X!

-How, exactly?

-..Easy!

'I realise the Dumping Ground is the centre of all evil.

-'So I do the only thing possible.'

-Which is?

'It's obvious! Make an army of Tracy Beaker clones and storm the place.

'Bye-bye, Dumping Ground!'

-ALL: Yes!

-Stay still!

-Hey, we have to get going in five minutes.

-Ten.

-Is that a deal?

Definitely. Ten minutes.

I'll come quietly.

NO-O-O!

-NO-O-O!

-Hey! How about writing some unfortunately adventures?

With this?

-This hasn't been plugged into the telly!

-No(!)

-Really(!)

That's what Operation Magnetic Storm was all about. A simple, dodgy fuse.

So Max stood there, all afternoon, for no reason?

Yep. I don't think he'll be putting off repairs in future, do you?

I've got something for you.

Families, huh? ..Who needs 'em?

# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see me through

-# And the fight won't get me down

-No! No!

# My dreams will turn things All around

# With a smile upon my face I can see a better place

-# It doesn't matter What may come my way...

-No! No!

# Believe it now I will win some day. #