Takeover 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 me now I will win some day. #

Ow! There's supposed to be a chair there.

It's the chair's fault you can't sit down(!)

Look what my aunt sent me. Wicked!

Not exactly a healthy breakfast.

-Where have all the cereals gone?

-Oh, what?!

-Look! It's happened again.

-Just like yesterday.

-What...?

-This is getting weird.

-Maybe it's burglars.

-They steal, not rearrange.

-Maybe it's the type of... makeover burglars!

-Oh, please!

-What about wolves?

-Did you just say wolves?

OK, not wolves but...bears!

What about...ghosts?

Please!

Who do you think's moving the stuff about, Tracy? Bears or ghosts?

Interesting question, Bouncer, but I don't have time to answer it.

Cam's got tickets to an exclusive screening of a Hollywood movie.

Big smile.

Tracy!

And tonight's premiere will star Tracy's mum!

-Adele told me to tell you that Cam rang and she can't make it.

-What?

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! I'm not really that bothered.

I hate limos and tiaras and movie stars.

It's all so...phoney.

ALL: Yeah, course it is.

-Why did you stand me up?

-I'm sorry.

-Me too. What's going on?

-Tracy, I'm ill.

My headache feels like a car alarm going off, my stomach won't stop...

-and I've got a temperature. I feel awful.

-Oh, right. Oh, dear, Cam.

Well, it's lucky I've come round.

-You'll get the full service.

-Tracy, thanks, but I really need some rest.

I will see you when I'm better, OK.

Ben, I need blankets, medicines and home comforts.

We'll raid the Dumping Ground.

Of course Cam needs my help! She just hasn't realised it.

She doesn't have faith in the skills of Dr Beaker.

URGENT KNOCKING AND RINGING

-What could be so important...?

-Delivery for Miss Wilson!

-Tracy, what...?

-You need looking after.

I checked the internet and the medical dictionary.

You've either got an Amazonian stomach snake, or flu.

Just to be safe, I'm prescribing bed rest, a nice warm temperature,

plenty of liquids, vitamin-filled meals and plenty of sleep

and a chocolate bar you can use as a desk!

Tracy, I'm all right. I don't need your help. I just need quiet.

OK. If you don't need my help, I'll go.

(She's delirious.)

Who's got it? I don't care what the story is, I want it back NOW!

-What?

-The present from my aunt - my chocolate bar?

It's hard to lose, so who's got it?

Oh, I get it! I get the blame for everything.

Has anyone noticed Tracy borrowing things?

She took my pillow and a plant.

Nothing.

She's probably taken it away to eat it all and get rid of the evidence.

Who's going to tell Jenny? No-one. Walking furniture...

moving cereal... There's more to this than chocolate theft.

I just need a chance to solve the mystery of...the Nightstalker.

"Nightstalker." Yeah, I like it. Count me in.

Nightstalker's gonna get stalked.

We'll all sleep safer in our beds tonight(!)

-I don't care what you normally pay. She demands double.

-Tracy!

-Bye.

Tell me that wasn't the Chronicle about my article.

I could, but that would be a lie.

-Get away from my phone and never answer it again!

-You deserve more.

You're a great writer. I read your children's book and...

Tracey, that's private! PHONE RINGS

Hello? Cam Wilson.

Well, she's not actually my secretary... Oh, did you?

Oh, thank you. I look forward to receiving the cheque.

-The thing is, Cam, you need to rethink your operation.

-Operation?

I'm not surprised you're ill. Your diet is terrible.

It's a wonder you can work here

or get to any stories in that so-called "car"

and there's your appearance. Let's not get dragged into that swamp!

Tracy, you're not my boss or my agent or my personal trainer.

I know, I know. That's the problem.

Hi, there. I'm here to see the...person in charge.

You mean Mr Byron?

-Delivery for My Byron.

-Hello.

I've got the next children's bestseller here.

You can read it, but I advise you to just start the adverts now.

I'm a typical kid and I loved it.

OWL HOOTS

OK. It's just gone 0300 hours. Perhaps we should go downstairs.

-No. Go to bed.

-Shut up, Bounce!

The Nightstalker's not here.

CREAKING The Nightstalker! The cricket bat!

-YOU use it.

-You asked for it!

-To make sure you had it.

-Yeah, but...

BOTH: Aaaaargh!

Keep the noise down, boys.

The Nightstalker might hear you.

HE LAUGHS FIENDISHLY

WOLF HOWLS

(Louise.)

(Hey, Lou! Louise!)

What...what time is it?

5.15. I heard creaking downstairs.

I think it's Tracy, up to her tricks again. Come on! Come on!

JUSTINE: Tracy's going to be so embarrassed once we catch her out!

Lol!

It was SO funny! He was like the mummy!

Yeah, well... I was just putting it on to fool you. It worked a treat.

So, why did you let us put that necklace on you?

Yeah, you really...(!)

That was stupid. You're not meant to do anything to wake a sleepwalker.

Right.

Ha!

"You need vitamin C."

"Thank you for submitting your manuscript, but it's not for us..."

It's a bargain price. My foster mother's ill, but she's a writer,

so we need something with more pizzazz.

-Tracy!

-Oh, hi, Cam. Feeling better?

-This is a rejection for my children's book.

-Oh, I'm sorry...

-For sale?!

-Better luck next time.

-The book I hadn't finished yet.

-I have to do everything for you!

-Tracy, don't push it.

My mum used to be this interfering

-and that's why I left home at 15.

-At least I try to look after you!

Hey, I did try. It just didn't work out, that's all.

OK. Well, you're not my mum and I'm not yours, so leave it at that!

Anyone want clothes? Tracy had a clear-out.

I've got some for my fashion project on the '80s.

You should see what Tracy took Cam - fruit and the biggest chocolate bar.

Did you just say "chocolate"?

I can't believe Tracy nicked it.

Can't trust anyone with that hair.

Guess what...?

Um, I was gonna tell you. I found it in...Tracy's room.

Yeah, right(!)

You...chocolate thief!

-Hi, Cam.

-Hello, Tracy.

I want to say, about the books, the clothes, the chocolates...

-actually, that was Ben, but everything else...

-Yep?

-I want to say I'm not sorry.

-NOT sorry?

-No.

I was trying to do my best for you.

-I'll always do anything I can for you, so I'm not sorry.

-Right.

Great(!) Well, you were wrong and you tried to take over my life

and got it all wrong, so...non-apology not accepted.

-OK.

-Good.

Now we haven't got that sorted,

I've got some tickets to another press screening.

-I could squeeze it into my schedule.

-Excellent.

I've replenished my wardrobe from a charity shop,

so I'll be wearing this.

ELECTRONIC BEEPING

Lol?

Bouncer!

Don't wake...the sleepwalker.

Dangerous to wake... the sleepwalker.

Nice try, but sleepwalkers don't get the highest score on Death Raid.

Louise, go on, a bit more!

That piece is tiny! I know, but this way it'll last.

CRASHING What was that?

Let's go and see. We'd better be quiet.

I know! Quiet, Louise.

OW! Justine, shut up!

Louise...

Justine...

Lol! Let's get him!

THEY SCREAM

I can't believe this has happened. Where am I? Why are you two so wet?

- Lol! - This is so weird. I'm so sorry.

LOL!

MUFFLED SHOUTING

I would like to thank the incredible Tracy Beaker,

without whom my life and my career would be nothing.

# 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 me now I will win some day. #