Leavin' on a Jet Plane/Supernatural Shelley 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! No!

# Believe me now I will win some day! #

Now that Jenny's left for good, I'm running the place.

Yeah, there'll be a new boss at the Dumping Ground,

but I'll soon show her who's in charge. ..Me, porridge brain!

Cam's sorted - she takes me out every weekend...

What are you doing?

I'm talking to Ben - who went to boarding school without asking me!

-That's long distance!

-And you're very late!

-I know that.

-If I were you, I'd look in the lounge.

Justine! Why aren't you dressed? It's nearly lunchtime.

The new head care worker will be here in... Agh-hhh-hhh!

Michael, you can't eat keys - they'll give you indigestion!

You don't want the new lady to see you being naughty!

Michael, Michael, if you swallow that key...

-They'll have to fish for it tomorrow.

-Ugh!

Is no-one ready? Jenny's replacement will be here in five minutes!

HER VOICE ECHOES

SCREAMING AND SHOUTING

-Michael! Will you put that down? Michael!

-Put the hose...

Michael! SHOUTING CONTINUES

You're early.

By the look of things, I'm just in time!

Ah!

-You must be Shelley. I'm Duke...

-OK...

-LENA!

-..introductions later. Clean up now, please.

You, face washed. The rest of you, go and get changed.

-You, the older boy, you can help.

-I'm a care worker!

-Disgraceful!

I'm Tracy Beaker, the Dumping Grounds' longest term resident,

which makes me your second in command. ..You heard the lady. Go.

Come on.

I'll show you round.

Shelley, um...

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Who?

Really? ..Yes, I can.

I can come today. Nothing to stop me. I can get the first flight.

Ah!

"I'm Tracy 'Stuck-up' Beaker!" The Dumping Grounds' biggest pain!

Duke's in charge of the kitchen. (It's taken me years to train him.)

-I know everyone's likes and dislikes, don't I, Duke?

-Mmm.

-Tracy!

-Place would fall apart without me.

- I think they're in the kitchen! - Shh!

I'm going in there to tell her that Tracy Beaker is full of cow poo!

Wouldn't you rather find out what Beaker's been telling her about us?

ALL: Lena!

We need to have a staff meeting immediately.

Tracy, could you just...?

I'd like Tracy to stay.

They're including Tracy! We're doomed!

Tracy, I've been considering how long you've been here...

I should've been fostered years ago!

-What's your excuse, Elaine?

-I wonder if a change might be good.

I'm sorry, Elaine. I'm sure you'll get another job...in a dog's home.

The change isn't for Elaine, Tracy. It's for you.

-What?

-I'm worried about how settled you've become here.

It'd be best if we moved you to another care home.

-Can't we discuss this?

-You're chucking me out?!

-It's the best thing for you.

-No, you're wrong.

What would you know? You just got here! You know nothing about me!

I hope you heard all that! It's very boring here!

It's time I found somewhere better!

People make decisions for care kids without even asking! I hate that!

Be quiet, Dragon Lady'll hear you! SHELLEY CLEARS HER THROAT

" '..Said the good fairy.' The children tiptoed past the dragon."

Listening at doors isn't a good start. I'll forget it happened...

this time.

How else do we find out what's going on?

I don't want Tracy Beaker to go!

It'll be us next.

Oh, get off the phone! This is important!

-What are you doing?

-Going to live with Cam, as nobody wants me here.

-Don't you think Cam might want a say?

-No, it'll be a surprise.

I can't let you just... THUD!

-Sounds like a broken leg, at least.

-Don't go anywhere!

-What's going on?

-If you're chucking Tracy out, I'm going, too.

Tracy! Agh-hhh-hhh!

I've been trying to phone you.

The new lady's awful. I've come to stay with you.

You're only taking our clothes to the charity shop, right?

Wrong. I'm going to New York.

HEART BEATS

I've a place on a great writer's course. Someone pulled out.

-I need you to stay here.

-This is a fantastic opportunity for me.

-How could you be so selfish?

-What?

You pick me up and dump me when you feel like it!

-That's not true.

-I'm so dumpable, the Dumping Ground doesn't want me!

Ahem! Excuse me!

'Please replace the handset and try again.

'Please replace the handset and try again.

'Please replace the handset and try again.'

Great start, Shelley(!) Mutiny on your first day!

THUD!

It's heavy!

Thank you.

Oh, great(!)

Thank you.

Uh, who runs this place?

-They have to eat.

-They can eat when they see sense and come inside.

Now, I know that change is challenging for everyone,

-but I cannot...

-How could you be so stupid?

-You walk in and take over!

-That's what I'm employed to do,

-if it's your business.

-Everything to do with Tracy is my business!

Having a garage sale with the Dumping Ground kids?

- We won't let you go! - If Tracy goes, we all go!

ALL: Yeah!

Yeah!

You'll miss your plane.

You feel that strongly about this?

And you're all willing to be grounded till Christmas over it?

-Then I guess I could reconsider...

-Great! Lunch!

..BUT that doesn't mean I made the wrong decision.

I'm willing to postpone it for now.

Elaine'll try harder to get me fostered, won't you?

But don't fob me off with vegetarians or people who...

Ahem! Quit while you're ahead, kiddo!

Well, haven't you a plane to catch?

I'll be in touch. Try and stay out of trouble!

Last to the table gets brown banana sandwiches!

Your shoelace is untied! And yours! Wey-hey!

Told you I run this joint!

Do remember viewers - watching TV gives you square eyes... NOT!

-Want to see the new earrings my dad bought me?

-No, thanks.

-They're real silver.

-He buys you stuff to make up for being a loser.

-You're just jealous. I get treats.

-Cam's going to treat me to get

my ears AND my nose pierced

and buy me some nicer earrings than those tacky things.

It's a bit late now she's in America, isn't it?

-Not exactly a long letter, is it?

-Give it back.

"New York's amazing. The writing course was brilliant.

"Must dash. Love Cam."

She's enjoying herself so much she'll never come back.

-You'll never get your ears pierced.

-I don't need Cam to make it happen.

-I'm Tracy Beaker. If I want to do something, I'll do it.

-Yeah, yeah.

Jenny used to always put a bit of tinfoil on first.

-We're out of foil.

-We bought three rolls last week.

-Can you sit at the table, Bradley?

-Jenny called me Bouncer.

OK. Bouncer. Can you sit at the table, please?

-Jenny let me eat here.

-Table. Please.

There's only apple juice. I hate apple. Jenny used to...

-Buy orange?

-Yeah.

-Is there anything else Jenny did that I'm not doing?

ALL: Oh, yeah! Jenny used to... Morning, everyone! >

Move!

Is everything OK, Shelley? Jenny always had breakfast over by now.

-Shelley? Tracy's having her nose and ears pierced.

-No, you're not.

-But...

-No. That's final.

-You can't tell me what to do, skanky care worker.

I can. It's in my job description. Skanky care worker with power.

Shut up!

Keep still!

-SHELLEY BANGS ON THE TABLE

-OK, everybody!

-I'd like to make an announcement.

-You've decided to leave.

-I know you all loved Jenny.

-YEAH.

-And her way of doing things.

-YEAH.

Jenny's gone and I'm here now and that's why I'm making some changes.

-WHAT?

-What sort of changes?

-We like things how they are.

They'll not be all my ideas. I'd like a session with each of you

to talk about your ideas. Things you'd like to change.

ME FIRST! ALL: Me! I'll go!

OK, OK, OK, OK! In my office. One at a time.

-Dolly.

-A giant cuddly bear in the sitting room.

And a big sweetie machine!

A big heated swimming pool in the garden

with a wave machine.

Come on, Hayley. There must be something.

All my pictures...everywhere.

New dressing-up clothes.

An improvement in the level of privacy SHOWN to all inmates

in this wonderful establishment.

Too right. I'm the eldest. I'm entitled to a bit of space.

What's the point? It's never going to happen anyway, is it?

I wouldn't change anything, Shelley. Not a single thing.

After all, you know best.

Number 34. Later bedtimes.

Number 35. No uninvited guests. Meaning Tracy Beaker in my room.

Number 36...

Justine moved immediately to a home for irritating brats.

No more stupid care workers telling me what I can do.

Can I give you a hand here?

Actually, Elaine, I'd be really grateful.

Not now, Hayley!

..When I said help, I meant in my capacity as a social worker.

You're doing fine. When we're finished,

-my office is going to look homely.

-What's wrong?

-Late again, Nathan?

-Just had to pop to the shops.

For a packet of hair dye?

I was going to do it when the kids were in bed.

Now you're here, would you do some work?

-Crisps?

-Check.

-Cakes, cream, chocolate sponge?

-Triple check.

-Shall we have a taster?

-You can't have a midnight feast at half ten.

-Not under any circumstances must Shelley get a whiff of this.

-Yeah.

SPOOKY HISSING BOTH: Aagh!

She's spooky. The way she sniffs things out. It's supernatural.

-BOTH: SHELLEY!

-What brings you down here?

You've always been together, haven't you?

-We're a good team.

-I thought you might like separate rooms.

Crash is going with Michael, so you can have his room.

-No way.

-It'll do them good.

This is my bedroom you frog bottom.

Yeah, and what a dump it is too.

Nathan? Has Shelley bought the sweetie machine yet?

Sweetie machine? Don't count on it.

Never mind. If I get a new mum, I won't need Blankie.

That'll be good, won't it? >

You'll be lucky. Shelley's too busy turning this place into a jungle.

Still...at least she keeps Tracy Beaker in her place.

You're wrong, Justine. If I want to go out, I will.

Tracy, you're NOT going into town.

-You'd come back with your tummy button pierced.

-You can't stop me.

Hey, Tracy big mouth. I dare you to dye your hair.

You do, do you? Just you stand back and watch Justine Snitchface.

Any old rubbish. Come and get it!

- Michael, leave my stuff alone. - Steady on, Crash. AH!

Why did we agree to this? Don't you want to share?

Relax. This ain't going to work.

Tracy Beaker. Blonde and beautiful.

-Tracy, lunchtime!

-I don't want any.

-What's wrong?

-Nothing.

Tracy, let me in. Now, please.

Tracy Beaker, what have you done?

-I'm never coming out.

-You can't stay in for the rest of your life.

I'll make sure no-one laughs.

-Ta-ra-aa!

-LAUGHING

-Tracy!

-No laughing at Tracy.

-We can't help it. She just looks so ugly.

-Right, that's it!

-Tracy!

-Tracy, go to your room now, please.

-But I'm starving.

-Now.

-OK, I will and I'll shave this off, too!

-Tracy?

What's this?

Pudding. I'm starting a healthy eating policy.

-ALL: Eugh!

-I hate yoghurt.

- I'm not eating that. - Have a yoghurt, Michael.

- That's enough now. - Michael, don't get provoked.

Go on, Michael.

ALL: OH! Ho-ho!

My new top!

- Justine! - Take cover, little one!

"Face them. No-one will laugh."

-Don't you start too.

-No.

You remind me of something. My mum wouldn't let me pluck my eyebrows,

so I shaved them off and looked like an alien for two weeks.

I'll take you to the hairdresser.

-They'll put it right.

-Thanks, Shelley.

-You're welcome.

-SPOOKY HISSING

I'm needed downstairs.

Stop it, Michael! Will you BEHAVE?!

What is going on?

Perhaps, you'd like to ask the children.

Mm!

He's always picking on me. Me and Bouncer want to share again.

I want my paintings on the wall.

-YEAH!

-Right.

-OK. Crash, you can have your room back.

-Yes!

Michael, you're not fooling anyone. Stop acting the innocent.

Justine, yoghurt will wash out.

Lol, I admit I was wrong to want to split you up.

-Bouncer, you can move back in.

-Ace.

However...

I shall hang on to this.

Moving swiftly on. Puddings are back on the menu as of tomorrow.

-YES!

-And Hayley, sweetheart. I'm going to hang your picture up here,

-because I love it so much.

-ALL: Aw-w!

I think that's everything.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see a lady about some green hair.

But what about my Blankie?

Someone's stolen it.

-LOST something, Shelley?

-I told you to stay in your room.

-Fine, if you don't want my help.

-Tracy.

Looking for this?

-Thank you.

-Can we go to the hairdresser now?

Maybe I was wrong about this ear piercing thing.

When we're in town, you can have your ears, just your ears, pierced.

No, thanks. A spike through the earlobes!

When Cam had hers done, it really hurt and it got infected and manky.

Don't let on to Justine, but I never want them done.

I see. Thanks, Tracy, for that little nugget of information.

Shame I didn't know that earlier.

But there's something I would like.

After all, brown is such a boring colour.

You'll be lucky, Tracy.