Back and Bad/Bedsit 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. #

-Where's the butter?

-Under your nose.

Not in the puddle!

Hey, that's not for lunch!

Fine time to defrost the freezer(!)

You said the new trainee careworker would be here to help with lunch.

I can't help, I've got a bedroom to set up. Tracy Beaker's back today.

Who's Tracy Beaker?

-You call setting fire to my kitchen a FAVOUR?

-It needed redecorating.

-I'm just...fast-forwarding things.

-How can you be so thoughtless?

-It'll cost my savings.

-Thoughtless? Didn't even thank me for breakfast!

ON TV: "A Little Less Conversation" by Elvis vs JXL

Whoops!

-ELVIS SINGS:

-# A little less conversation A little more action, please

# All this aggravation Ain't satisfactionin' me... #

Tracy!

TRACY!

..And sending for the fire service was completely unnecessary.

I could handle it.

-Do I get my own room at your mum's? Have I gotta share with you?

-What?

-Can't stay in this mess.

-I can't take you there. She can't take kids.

So where are we going? A hotel?

We won't have to lift a finger! We can have room service.

SHE SIGHS There's no money for hotels!

-I'm going to my mum's. Just me.

-Hello-o! You can't leave me here.

-Authorities won't like it.

-Not here.

-Where, then?

Look - just for a bit, till the repairs...

..I'm taking you back...to...

..the...

You're taking me back to the Dumping Ground.

KNOCK AT DOOR

D'you think it's Tracy Beaker?

-No.

-How would you know?

-It's too quiet.

Oh! Sorry. Er, Hi. Nathan.

Trainee careworker.

-Hi, dudes.

-Hello...

(Later!)

I'm Jenny and this is Duke. Come in.

What was THAT? What was he wearing?!

"Dudes"(!) I think he's beautiful.

-I

-think he's a pushover. I'VE a get-a-new-careworker plan.

'You'll find they're lively kids(!)'

-A bit wild, eh?

-So NOT.

-You just have to be on your toes. Be aware.

OK, cool.

Dolly isn't allowed chewing gum, so we don't use it in front of her.

Oh. OK.

-Come on - you're in a hurry to get rid of me!

-I don't want rid of you!

I've just...run out of options.

-One for you, if you like.

-Ta.

-Um...those boys.

-What Bouncer, Lol?

-Yeah. Sounded like fighting.

Dining room.

-SPLASH!!!! >

-Warrrgh!

->

Bombs away! Mission accomplished!

It HAD to be you two. Those girls aren't stupid OR tall enough

-to leave a bucket where

-I

-can get wet. If I get my hands on you...!

Weak, dudes! Hope the girls have done better.

You didn't?! I didn't - did you?

Mmm!

-Don't!

-Mmm...hmm?

Hang on...

ALL: UGH! Ewww!

Face it, dudes.

You're not quite good enough for The Man.

He got US with a rubber frog! He MIGHT be sick.

He's too good for us. He's smarter than YOU.

-Na-na NA...(!)

-Give me that back! I can manage!

->

Tracy Beaker - that's all we need.

Tracy Beaker is EXACTLY what we need.

..A useless foster-mother! I hate you!

This is MINE. I love this - and you stole it.

-I didn't steal it!

-I can't take any more dishonesty.

-YOU'RE dishonest.

Said you'd stick by me. I didn't dump YOU as a terrible foster-mum.

-I'm not dumping you.

-So say, "Let's go home, Tracy. We'll manage."

Say it.

-Tracy, come inside.

-Don't worry, I'm coming.

I didn't steal your precious teapot.

You're no foster-mother. I never wanna see you again!

If your half-dozen brain cells rub together and give you a headache

from wondering why I came back - it's cos I WANTED to!

Wow! Ace!

She's right, I'm a terrible foster-mother.

I should just get out of her life.

I've no idea. I even forgot to send her to school once.

Bet she found that hard to forgive(!) What'll I do with this?

If I was any good at fostering, she wouldn't steal from me or lie to me.

She might not think it was STEALING.

What?

Maybe she wanted to bring something special to remember you by.

Oh! See? I couldn't even figure THAT out.

Why'd I think I could even PRETEND?

Tracy, you OK? Just ask her!

We've got a new careworker. We need you to think of a good wind-up.

Don't, Tracy, he's my favourite. Shhh!

You haven't even met him properly, you...child!

THAT'S the great Tracy Beaker? What a let-down.

Yeah!

Hey, same to you, small person.

-Can I have a chocolate biscuit now?

-Biscuit?

I always have my special chocolate biscuit.

Yeah(!) Everyone's out to wind up the new guy. Off you go, fibber.

-I never tell lies!

-Scoot!

Good, you've given Dolly her special biscuit.

KNOCK AT DOOR Tracy!

Tracy, you have to help me get the new guy. He's horrible.

I don't "have to" do anything. Close the door behind you.

-Louise must be wrong.

-Wrong how?

-Said you're best at getting people.

-But she must have meant Justine.

-Justine?! No contest.

-She IS quite bad.

-Listen, you're new.

So you don't know NO-ONE is as bad as Beaker.

D'you know where Jenny keeps her photo albums? OK, I want you to...

WHISPERS

CRASH!

-It slipped.

-It was Duke's favourite mug.

-Terrific(!)

-Anyone in the Dumping Ground you HAVEN'T annoyed?

-You.

-True.

-But we haven't properly met.

-Nathan. Pleased to meet you, Tracy.

-Feel free to hate me as soon as you like.

-Or I could help you.

-How?

You got off to a bad start. You can turn it around - at supper.

-I'm off by then.

-Pity. Surprising everyone at Saturday Silly Hour

-would've made you popular.

-Silly Hour?

The staff act silly at Saturday supper for a laugh.

-Makes us all feel like one big, happy family.

-What sort of silly?

NATHAN HUMS A TUNE

-Hi, Dolly.

-Hi.

-Listen, Dolly, about the biscuit...

-Over it.

-Is Tracy Beaker winding me up? Is there really a Silly Hour?

-You mean Saturday Silly Hour? Yeah.

-Honest?

-I said I don't tell lies.

Jenny did Silly Hour that week. Duke won that one. You'd win easy.

Dunno if Cam's up to seeing it again.

For Tracy. Like you said, needing something to remember Cam by.

-You can go home when it's done.

-Will you give it to Tracy for me?

-It'll dry in half an hour.

-Sure.

-Oh, and Nathan?

-Yeah?

-Nice work.

-Just glue and a steady hand.

-That's not what I meant.

-<

-CAREFUL!

-Hot dish.

-Can you keep supper for a couple of minutes?

Oi!

-I know.

-"Tracy Beaker, back at the Dumping Ground, gloat, gloat."

They're more understanding than that, and you know it.

So, coming down?

From Nathan.

-He did this for me?

-Mm-hm.

-Hi, Tracy.

-Hi.

-Boggin'!

Better be quick, Tracy.

TA-DAH!

HE SINGS SUPERMAN THEME

Ace! Told you Tracy's the best.

Nice one, Tracy.

Great idea! Well done.

Excellent! Come on, have some supper.

-..Those photos?

-My Halloween party.

-Tracy, you're a cool dudette.

-Not so bad yourself, Superdude.

Well, it looks like Tracy Beaker really is back.

YEAH!

I'm back - and I'm bad.

Don't even think of switching off - I know where you live.

Tracy, Tracy! Please lend me your jumper!

For the twenty millionth time today,

no. It's mine. It's my best one.

There is absolutely no way that I'm ever, EVER going to lend it to you.

-Now back off!

-Please, Tracy.

-Off!

-Eat up, Tracy.

-Duke made that specially for you.

-Your favourite.

-Just cos she gets dumped, she gets the soft treatment.

Nobody dumps Tracy Beaker. I move on.

-Can I have your jumper now, then?

-You all right?

-Never better, Jenny.

Thanks to us cheering her up.

Tracy, joke number 95. What's blue and cries for help?

- A damson in distress. - My turn.

-What did the big aardvark say to the little aardvark?

-Bog off!

You're always gawping at me.

GROWLING

Seen Tracy? Not since lunchtime.

Said she'd be in. Two hours ago.

Like she's completely disappeared off the face of the dumping ground.

DOOR-CHIMES RING

-Tracy!

-Surprise!

Wow!

-Do you like it?

-Like it? It's fantastic.

Tracy? >

Hah! Tracy Beaker. Found you... What are you doing?

-Pretending I'm Tracy.

-Better take her jumper off. She'll go bananas.

-What is that?

-Adele's new address.

-I bet that's where Tracy's gone.

There. That looks gorgeous.

-So... how are they all?

-Who?

-Everyone back home.

-Oh, them. A humongous pain in the backside.

-I'd have more privacy in a zoo. You are lucky to have this place.

-Yeah.

-I wish I could share a bedsit with you, Adele.

-We'd have a laugh.

We'd invite all our new friends round for a wild, all-night party.

-DOOR-CHIMES

-I'll get it.

What do you lot want?

Came to see how you're getting on.

Sweet. We've been talking about you all. You must be Lol and Bouncer.

Sit down, everyone. Move your fat bum, Tracy.

-That's it!

-Where are you going?

-Somewhere I'm not crowded out by you lot!

-Don't go.

-This is like being back at home.

-Exactly!

There you go, dudes.

Tracy, teatime! Pizza's getting cold!

Tracy?

< Has anyone seen Tracy?

Duke!

Duke!

-She's not downstairs.

-She's run away, hasn't she?

-One last scout around, then we call the police.

-I know where she is.

But it's a secret.

ALL: Dolly!

-Tracy, open the door.

-You have to ring the bell first.

-What bell? There is no bell.

-Give a couple of blows on the kazoo.

It's hanging from a bit of string.

-JENNY BLOWS KAZOO

-Will you open the door now?

-Have you bought me a card?

-No.

-Then you can't come in. Sorry.

-What are you talking about?

-A "new home" card. Or a plant.

You see, Jenny, this is my wonderful new bedsit.

Tracy, you can't do this.

Too late. And don't even THINK about dragging me out.

I'll say you used unwanted physical contact. Now, if you don't mind,

I'd appreciate if you'd all get lost.

Lol!

-AN OWL HOOTS

-Never laid a finger on any child. I'm not going to start with Tracy.

Oh, relax, Duke. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow. You'll see.

HOOTING

HE BLOWS KAZOO Tracy?

-Coming in for breakfast?

-No, ta. Scrumptious.

MUSIC PLAYS

# Go party! Go, go! Go party! Go party! #

What do you think? Magic. Better than Tracy's bedsit.

Lol, can I live with you? > Sorry, Dolly. Boys only.

-This is much better.

-Can I come and live with you two? No.

-KAZOO BLOWS Tracy?

-Bog off.

-Everyone's making bedsits.

-Are they?

-Jenny said you'd be fed up here.

-But you're not. I want to be in your bedsit.

-No way! Find your own place.

I'm going to have the cushions, the computer and the biscuit tin.

-You have the wok, the pan and the bin-liners.

-You get the good stuff.

Whoops, I nearly forgot. Louise, you get a very nice cuddly toy.

What's going on?

If Tracy Beaker can have a bedsit, so can we. Sorry, not today. Bye.

Now...

-That's better.

-Justine, that's more fair.

Louise, I'm older than you so I get a bigger bedsit. OK?

Dolly? Are you all right? You've been in there ages.

Course I have. This is my bedsit.

Unlock the door.

I will do later, when I've mixed some nice perfumes.

I left cleaning stuff in there this morning.

-Could be dangerous if she mixes it up.

-Dolly, open the door!

-< No!

-We'll have to get a ladder.

What do you want a ladder for?

Dolly's in the bathroom, making perfume out of the cleaning liquid.

Dolly, I'll tell you my best joke if you come out.

The porcupine and the custard? Yeah. > No, thanks.

KAZOO BLOWS Tracy?

-Adele!

-Just came to see your bedsit.

So, how's it going?

Brilliant. Totally cool.

Well, you know.

Yeah, I do.

Living on your own can be a bit lonely sometimes.

The thing is...

..Jenny thinks I'm really happy.

What is going on?

-Dolly's locked in the bathroom. Says it's her bedsit.

-So typical!

-What gave her that idea?

-You help.

I suppose I'll have to. Come on.

OK, that looks stable.

Go on, then, Nathan.

-Me?

-I can't do it. I'm in charge.

Listen, right, I'm not making this up.

I'm really, really scared of heights.

Oh, great(!)

Dolly, come out for Lou-Lou. I'll do my elephant impression.

Dolly, if you don't come out, I'll... I'll rip Bunny's head off!

< Fat chance! He's in here.

OK, stand back. Let Tracy have a go.

What makes you think you can do it?

-Well, Smart-Bum?

-Dolly, I've got something special for you to borrow.

Something you really want.

But you have to come out first.

Wicked.

She's not in there.

-Sure?

-You want to come and look?

Didn't think so. She's not in there.

-Course I'm not.

-Dolly, are you all right?

She's fine, Jenny.

-Tracy got her out.

-Thank you, Tracy. And thanks, Adele. Stay for lunch.

Oh, no! Lunch! It'll be charcoal by now.

-Jenny, Adele needs a little word.

-OK.

The thing is... the bedsit's OK, but...

I know this sounds crazy, but I'm missing you all. You're my family.

Well, I was wondering, if it was not too late,

maybe I could have my old room back.

If that's what you want, you could.

-You don't think I'd be wimping out?

-You think this is a soft option?

If Adele's moving back, I suppose I will as well.

-Two independent girls together.

-But no fussing, no hassling,

-and no cheer-up jokes. We don't need it.

-No way.

-You're ready to come back?

-No choice.

You lot can't manage without me.

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