Down to Earth/Nothing Ever Happens Here 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. #

'Good morning. It's going to be a lush day today.

'And now news of our fantastic competition.

'You'll need one token from our sponsor - Breckle Cereal.

'Ring when you've got the answers,

'and one lucky winner will get four tickets

'to tonight's International Rock and Pop Awards.

'OK, this is the first question.

'Kylie Minogue has a fit sister. What is her name?'

-ALL: Dannii Minogue!

-I KNEW I had some.

Mmm. Breckles! Don't look great.

-Do not judge a book by its cover.

-They don't taste great, either!

Full of natural goodness. They strengthen your teeth.

Ow! Break them, more like!

Oh, this is disgusting!

I'll have these. You lot can collect your own tokens.

Thanks, Lol. We need loads of Breckles.

DOLLY: Get us some Breckles, Duke. You're the only one who's kind.

About 17 boxes should do it.

-OK, Duke?

-I'll see what I can do.

This is never gonna work.

'We have a huge competition for you this morning

'thanks to Breckle Cereal...'

I was hoping you'd help me get through this paperwork.

-'Here's the second one...'

-Elaine?

Sorry?

If anyone needs me, I'll be in the garden.

' "..and I'm hungry like the wolf."

'And how weird is that?

'I'll be giving you the third and final question later this morning,

'so stick around for this superb competition.'

Good. You've been listening. I need someone old and sad.

D'you know the answer or not?

I missed question one, but give me the answer

on THIS piece of paper...

..and you can have THIS.

MUSIC: "Year 3000" by Busted

# One day when I came home at lunchtime

-# I heard a funny noise

-Went out to find out if it was

# One of those rough boys

# Stood there with my neighbour called Peter

-# And a Flux Capacitor

-He told me he had a time... #

-You don't think you've got a chance?!

-As good a chance as you.

-Bet you don't know the answer to question two.

-Hard to remember -

'80s music - an acquired taste.

I've never even heard Duran Duran, but Lol's got it up here.

Shame YOU haven't! Thanks, Bouncer.

'Here is the final question...' Shh! It's on.

'It's Michael Jackson's favourite food. What is it?

'Is it A - boring old spaghetti, B - even more boring tuna casserole,

'or C - a scrumptious bowl of delicious Breckles?

'Phone lines are open. We'll speak to someone in a moment.'

-Breckles!

-Oh, thanks, Crash.

Oh, money!

-Off the phone now!

-She'd love to talk to you. It's Cam from New York.

I've got so much to tell you, but not now. See you!

'We've a caller who thinks they've got the answers. What is your name?

-'Tracy Beaker.

-Hi, Tracy. How old are you?

-'Easily old enough to go to concerts like this.

-Is that right?!

'..That is the correct answer. This is the second...'

I can't believe I couldn't get through.

'Duran Duran.'

Tracy's on the radio. 'Well done, Tracy.'

ELAINE: How did she know that? 'Now it's time for the biggie.'

Come on, Tracy!

-Hayley!

-Sorry.

-'Are you feeling nervous?

-No way!

-It's the third and final question.

'Michael Jackson's favourite food is A - boring spaghetti,

'B - boring tuna casserole, or C - a bowl of delicious Breckles?

-'C - your sponsor...'

-Where is Tracy Beaker?

-Sh-h!

-MICHAEL: In the office.

-Right.

-It's a fix.

ALL: Crash! I think she's done it.

'Congratulations to Tracy Beaker!'

-Yes!

-'Awards tonight - you're going.

'Let's have some more music for you now.'

-What are you doing in here?

-I've won! I'm going to the awards.

-You need permission to use that phone.

-Sorry about that.

But, hey, I won! I've won! I've won!

I've won!

Bad luck, Lol. Perhaps you can have one of the tickets,

but then perhaps not. There are other people I have to consider.

Bouncer. ..Maybe not.

Michael. ..Oh, definitely not.

Jackie, would you like to come? One down, two to go.

-Crash?

-No way. I'm not supporting Breckles.

-Fine.

Ah!

-JACKIE: Tracy, are you all right?

-Of course. Too many Breckles.

Someone mature should go with her.

I'm certainly not going with Tracy.

-I'm not sure that she should be allowed to go at all.

-I-I could...

-There are things I need to sort out.

-What is it, Hayley?

-I'm Tracy's slave. She's giving me a ticket.

-Get me a chair.

That won't be necessary.

You can go now, Hayley.

OK. Let's talk tactics. What time am I leaving?

This phone is out of bounds, as well you know.

All the children wanted to win, but none of them broke any house rules.

-However, we have decided to let you go to the concert.

-Yes!

-There are things we need to straighten out first.

-Like what?

I'm going to draw lots to see who goes with you.

Elaine has agreed to accompany you.

Elaine!

Thank you, Shelley. Thank you.

Well done...Michael!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Thanks, Shelley.

DUKE: And the second one is...

-Dolly!

-Yes! Yes! Yes!

Thanks(!) It'll be the worst night of my life.

-If you don't want to go...

-I didn't say that.

Come on, Tracy. We're waiting.

-Hey, nice shades!

-Get off!

-Is everyone ready to rock and roll?

-ALL: Hey!

-Tracy, are you all right?

-Yeah.

-You look very pale.

-Mmm.

Come on. Let's wave them off.

-Tracy?

-Tracy?

-Tracy? Tracy, are you all right?

-Tracy?

-Tracy?

'Good morning. It's eight o'clock. It's gonna be absolutely lush today.

'So, come on. Get up. We have some quality tunes coming your way...'

Good morning, Tracy. How are you feeling?

-Take it easy. You're in hospital.

-Don't cry. You'll be fine.

-They've taken your appendix out.

-What?!

-"Dear Tracy...I don't know what to say, but..."

-Give it to me.

Have you finished yet, boys?

Good. And remember, when you visit her in hospital,

don't go on about how brilliant the concert was.

It might make her jealous. Just play it cool. OK?

"Dear Tracy, we all miss you.

"Get well soon. We can't wait to have you back"?!

Can I cross out that last bit?

Of course, this is the second time

-they've taken my appendix out.

-You've only got ONE.

I was sent home before they could do the first one. I had an infection...

in my NOSE.

Mmm, that's nice(!)

You'll find it starts to hurt today. After a couple of days,

-you get used to it. Want to see my scar?

-No, thanks(!)

Tracy! Oh, how are you?

So, you went, then?

Thanks, Tracy. I took your ticket.

You lot went to the awards?

We got you loads of presents.

Wicked! You lot went to the awards?

It... It was actually quite dull in parts. You wouldn't have liked it.

-I think I saw you on TV.

-Really?

-Yes. You were dancing at the front.

I was! That was me! How did I look?

Kind of goofy.

-It was absolutely brilliant!

-Elaine danced with everyone!

We went backstage! We were treated like royalty.

Don't forget, you're supposed to be visiting me.

I'm tired. You'd better go - in case I become infectious.

BOTH: # Tracy's sick, Tracy's bad Tracy collapsed and she went mad

# Doc cut her up with sticks Took away her appendix. #

See you soon. We miss you.

Come on.

-Cool cakes, Tracy.

-Here!

Have 'em! They'll make you even fatter.

What?!

-Guess what's for lunch?

-We can't eat those. They're disgusting.

Shelley says, "No more food until the Breckles are gone."

-They're full of goodness.

-I told you this wouldn't work!

TOY BEEPS: "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"

(Psst! Psst!)

-(Tracy!)

-What?!

-There's someone else.

-Tell them to bog off.

Bog off!

Hi, Tracy.

Cam! I thought you were in New York.

Not any more. Ah!

Ow!

-Oh, sorry.

-It's OK.

-I caught the first plane, I was so worried about you.

-I've missed you.

-I've missed you, too.

-This is better than anything.

Um, Cam...

Is that for me?

How do you annoy an adult? Watch and learn.

Hello, Earth calling Cam!

..Then we'll paint the car yellow and have snake pies.

-What?

-I had a pet stone once - it wasn't as boring as you!

Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about New York.

-What a place! And the writing course...

-Blah, blah, blah!

If it was that great, why haven't you written a bestseller yet?

I don't know what to write about.

Hello! You could write the adventures of Tracy Beaker.

The Amazing Tracy Beaker! Beaker The Bold!

Tracy In Space!

-A children's book based on...

-The most interesting person you know.

-They said write what you know...

-Like I said - me!

-I know about kids in care.

-M-E - me!

I'm going to write a book about the Dumping Ground.

That'll take you less than ten seconds!

Nothing ever happens here!

-Tracy.

-Why can't I tell anyone?

If the kids know I'm watching them, they won't act natural.

Their natural state is barely breathing!

-Agh!

-James!

Shh, keep your voice down. Oh, little brother.

-What are you doing here?

-I need to lie low. Don't tell anyone.

-Huh?

Bazam-bazoo!

Marco! Why do we have to do all the work around here?

Oh, look, you can call it The Dumping Ground Kids Do Chores!

What's she twittering on about?

Cam's looking for ideas for her book about the Dumping Ground.

-I've got millions of ideas.

-You'll need illustrations.

Thanks(!) I don't want a pile of mad adventures.

Don't blow a valve - I'll write some proper stories.

-Quick, follow me.

->

Come on!

Social workers! I left their stupid halfway house for good.

-You ran away?

-Yeah, I have. I nicked a few quid off them.

-Why?

-It's stupid, but I needed to get here. Have you any cash?

-A little bit.

-I'll get a job straightaway.

-And a flat.

-Are you going to take me with you,

like you said you would? I knew you'd never let me down.

Carry on like you would if I wasn't here.

-That's a lovely photo of you.

-It's to put on the cover of your book.

What book?

-You want to be in it, too?

-Not in it - ON it. On the cover.

So mums and dads can see how nice I look.

Somebody nice will come and take you home one day, I'm sure.

-Only if you put my picture on the cover.

-Let me get this right.

You're writing a book about Dolly?

-About everyone who lives here.

-Thanks, Dolly.

THUMPING AND BANGING

Agh!

-Who are you hiding?

-You're hurting me!

-Good!

-Agh! Get off!

-I will when you tell me.

-It's a secret!

-That's never stopped you before!

-Tell!

-Ow! Get off me, Jackie!

Can't I get any peace to be creative?

He's my brother, James! Now, get off!

And you're running away with him?

-Are you mad?

-You kept running away to your grandpa!

-That's different.

-I was never meant to be here in the first place.

-Nobody is.

What do YOU know about running away?

What kind of hiding place is the summer house?

Magic wand - make Teddy go!

Hi, Cam.

-I wrote my story down for you.

-Justine phoned you about the book.

It's about a beautiful girl trapped in a care home doing all the work.

And a prince rescues her?

Don't be wet! A family fostered her and saw her hidden talents.

They sent her to university.

They tested her brains. The results were amazing.

She went on to be a famous vet.

-Put my name above yours on the cover.

-Yeah.

I know! Why don't I disappear?

Writer of book, here!

Abracadabra, writer disappear!

JACKIE SCREAMS

JACKIE COUGHS

-I swallowed a fly. All better now.

-Sure?

-Who are you?

-Never mind that now. Come on!

Here's the famous author!

I'm going off the whole idea.

-Hi! I've written a story for your book.

-It's me who's...

It's about this Dumping Ground girl, who everyone fights with.

She has lovely hair, unlike that grub who says she isn't pretty...

-This duckling grows up to be a swan?

-No. She gets her own back.

Have you thought about making it a recipe book?

Caring Meals For Kids - recipes by Duke.

-Thought you'd turn up here sooner or later!

-Who's she?

-Who told you?

Jackie, Jackie - you can't keep anything from the Beaker!

So you plan to take Michael to live happily ever after with you,

-don't you?

-I'm on the road - I can't take a little kid with me!

-You weren't going to tell him!

-You haven't thought this through.

-Where do you think they'll look for you?

-I needn't listen to this!

You do if you want us to help you.

-Why would you help?

-You may be big, but you're still a kid in care.

-DOOR OPENS

-Tracy knows.

-You may as well announce it on TV!

-Look, there's a problem.

-Your brother's sorry, but he can't take you with him.

-You're lying.

-He doesn't know how he's going to live.

-We'll manage.

-You won't.

-James'll look after me.

-He can't even look after himself.

-It's true.

-He can't take you with him.

-Get out!

You should stop him before he gets in trouble.

I hate you both! Tell him I don't want to see him again!

Well, um, that went well, I suppose.

Yeah, you've been a great help(!)

-If you're writing a story for my book...

-No way!

-Too much like work.

Thank goodness. I'm getting so...

But you can interview us about how bad life is here.

I'd like you to put in action - a car chase, an explosion or two.

-Sign here.

-What?

In exchange for our ideas, you'll give us half the profits.

I don't think you'll find a better offer.

It'll be a bestseller. People love books about suffering.

MOBILE RINGS Who's that?

-Our social worker.

-What's she doing here?

-Your social worker must've rung her. Go.

-Tell Michael I'm sorry.

Tell him yourself.

You have to go back to the halfway house.

Here's my pocket money. I've been saving up for months.

Give them back what you stole and say sorry. They'll understand.

-You'll have to get a job and save up and...

-Got it all worked out?

-I'll blab on you.

-He's the biggest blab in the Dumping Ground.

-Jackie!

-Jackie, Tracy, Michael! >

-Go! We'll keep Elaine busy!

OK, boss, but I will be back for you one day. I promise.

You better.

Let me past - I've important business!

But, Elaine, um, me and Jackie wanted a little chat with you.

I didn't come for a chat - I came here to see... Cam!

I heard about your book.

Cam!

-What's going on?

-She doesn't know!

Come on.

I've boxes of case histories and I can easily go and fetch them...

I just did some illustrations for your book.

Now, would everyone just stop giving me stuff for my book, OK?

-It's MY book!

-Oh, I forgot.

I mean, I forgot to tell you I decided

not to pester you with my stories.

Look, I just want to write a little book about normal people.

What - and no suffering?

No explosions, no skulls,

no horror, no adventures, definitely no fairy stories!

-Just my own little book about the Dumping Ground.

-Like I said,

-why? Nothing happens.

-She's right.

-It should be a cook book.

-Oh...!

# 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! #