The Beaker Club/Power Cut The Story of Tracy Beaker

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

# Doesn't matter what may come my way

# Believe me now I will win some day. #

-Come on!

-All right! Where's the fire?!

-She'll be here any minute.

-Where are we going?

-It's Cam - she'll have thought of somewhere.

-A picnic?

-I'm sorry, I didn't have time to organise anything.

What?! We've been looking forward to this. ..Haven't we, Jackie?

-We're stuck here...!

-We'll get food and go to the park.

A picnic in the park?! Boring.

-We'll go to the countryside, then.

-Boring.

-My garden?

-Boring.

-Tracy...

-Jackie, I'm dealing with this.

-Try and be nice, Tracy.

-Try and not be so useless, then!

That's our day sorted out, eh(?)

It's not my fault she got out of the wrong side of the bed.

-What are you doing?

-Marco's getting told off!

-Marco?!

-I don't think so!

-He is! He said the rudest thing ever!

OK, impress me. I'm listening.

Bog off!

-How!

-Well, Marco, how was it?

-It was cool.

-Did she get really angry?

-She was jumping, man. Ow!

Honestly, guys, you've got no idea.

I mean, if you want to be "Tracy Beaker" rude,

you've got to start early. Practise from the day you were born,

just like I did.

Go!

-Do you think Cam's coming back?

-Not if she knows what's good for her.

-A picnic! What sort of day out is that?

-Better than a day in!

-Can't you call her or something?

-And do what?

-Say sorry.

Apologise?! No way! That would be like admitting I was wrong.

You go and get some snacks from the kitchen. We can have loads of fun.

Trust me.

Snakes and ladders, draughts...

A packet of cards...

-I know!

-What?

-We can turn up to lunch five minutes late.

Or we could not tidy our rooms when we're asked to!

If you want respect at the Dumping Ground, you'll have to do better.

How about cheese sauce in wellies,

collapsing chairs or ketchup bombs or putting butter on milk bottles,

or running round the garden in the care worker's knickers!

I nearly forgot - eating a worm.

Got the idea?

Hi, Dolly. Yummy! Cheese sauce!

-It's not for eating.

-What?!

Butter? ..Check. Milk bottles? ..Check.

-Come on, guys. Tell me what's going on.

-We're the Beaker Club.

Watch out, Dumping Ground - we want respect, man! YEAH!

-Ah, Dolly. We've got an important meeting today.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-What's got into them?

-Search me.

Oh, you'd better see this, Tracy!

Ha! Ya!

They've set up a Beaker Club.

-They've done what?!

-A club for kids who want to be just like me.

I mean, who WOULDN'T want to be like Tracy Beaker?

-Oh, please, sign me up for the Tracy Beaker Club! I can't wait to join(!)

-Oh, please, let ME in(!)

Oh, me too(!)

I don't see many members of the Michael Club, do you?

Oops!

And, um, how long is the waiting list

for the Lol and Bouncer Appreciation Society?

Looks like there's going to be some fun around here, after all!

Long live the Beaker Club!

Oh, come on!

Eurgh!

Careful, Shelley!

Careful, Duke!

PIANO PLAYS

PH-R-RRRT! Gently does it, Bouncer boy!

Who did this?!

PH-RR-RRT! That wasn't me.

We're being sabotaged.

That stupid Beaker Club!

What's going on?!

-One pair of ruined shoes...

-I want to know who did this.

Right...

When you've been here as long as I have, you get to know a certain someone's handiwork.

Lead the way, Duke.

Beaker fingerprints - I'd recognise them any day.

Did you really think I wouldn't know a Tracy Beaker stunt when I saw one?

What are you talking about, Duke?

We were minding our own business.

Come on, Tracy, we're not stupid.

Look, the whole point of pulling a scam is getting respect, isn't it?

If Tracy did it, she'd own up and take the credit, don't you think?

Nice try, but I'm clean.

So much for Beaker fingerprints, Sherlock Holmes(!)

What's next, Dolly?

THEY LAUGH WICKEDLY

-Welcome back.

-We've been looking forward to this.

-How's Dolly?

Oh, very excited!

There are people coming! Quick!

-Hurry, Dolly, hurry!

-Bog off! I'm nearly finished!

Done it. Ready, Beaker Club?

Do come in. Can I take your coats!

Oh, yes.

1, 2, 3.

SCREAMING

Oh, what now?!

Dolly?! Is that you?

I'm so sorry.

Beaker Club, Beaker Club, Beaker Club!

-Hi, Dolly.

-Hi, Dolly. How's the Beaker Club going?

They were supposed to be my foster family. It was going well,

then I had to drop a Tracy Beaker bomb on them, didn't I?

-Classic!

-I just wanted to be like you, Tracy Beaker.

Now I'm really like you, aren't I?

No-one's going to want anything to do with me, ever!

Tracy, are you all right?

Dolly, come down here immediately!

# I can make my world come true

# All my dreams will see me through

# Doesn't matter what may come my way

# Believe me now Believe me now...

# Doesn't matter what may come my way... #

'Hi, there. It's Cam. I'm not here, so leave a message.'

Hi, it's Tracy. Just calling to see if you'd come up with any ideas

for going out today - any good ideas.

So, let me know. And I don't mind coming round to keep you company.

OK, bye.

Right, I think we ought to have a little chat about this, don't you?

She wouldn't snitch on us, would she?

Yeah, but shouldn't we go and own up, say it was us as well?

Don't know. What would Tracy Beaker do?

-She'd get busy.

-With the next Beaker scam! Yeah!

-So what's it going to be? Knickers, worm...?

-Deal.

Beaker, Beaker Club, Beaker, Beaker Club, Beaker, Beaker Club,

Beaker, Beaker Club...

Beaker, Beaker Club,

Beaker, Beaker Club,

Beaker, Beaker, Beaker Club, Beaker Club...

-I'm really sorry.

-Well, sometimes sorry isn't good enough.

The thing is, we don't understand. We thought you liked us.

-I do!

-Then, why did you do this?

I didn't know it was you.

Even if it was someone else, it's not very nice.

So I guess you won't be fostering me, then?

< SHOUTING

Get those knickers off your head!

Come here!

Come here!

My knickers!

Has anyone seen Marco?

-No! Marco, come here!

-I'm going to do it!

NO-O-O!

-Spit it out, Marco. Come on.

-Spit it out.

Give me that underwear back right now! I am serious! Give them back!

-Come here!

-Spit it out!

Come on, mate. Come on.

You've got to do something.

Come on, Marco. Speak to me.

What did you think you were doing, going through my belongings?

-I don't want to be in the Beaker Club any more.

-Me neither.

-What?!

The Beaker Club. Well, there had to be an explanation, didn't there?

Marco, Dolly, Hayley -

anyone can see they're the sweetest kids in the whole world.

But today, they decided to be like me - Tracy Beaker.

Well, they might swallow a worm or chuck a ketchup bomb,

but deep down, they're nothing like me.

Well, they're nice, aren't they?

Not like Tracy Beaker.

There's only one of her.

THEY ALL CHAT AND LAUGH

-Nice one.

-What did the red light say to the green light?

Don't look, I'm changing!

Dolly,

I'm so glad it worked out well.

-So am I.

-I'm going to miss you.

-Me too.

-Hi, Tracy.

-Cam!

-I got your message.

I know the Beaker Club didn't work out like we thought it would.

Yeah, you could say that.

But you really are my hero, Tracy Beaker.

So, thought of a fun day out, have you?

If you liked that, you'll love this.

-Tracy, I was watching that!

-But it's Busted!

-I want to see the end...

-No! We're all watching this!

I was here first.

< SHOUTING

-Hi, Shelley!

-Girls?

-I invited Louise over.

-Good, but keep the noise down.

I've got work to do.

My foster-dad says all work and no play makes a dull person very dull.

I mean...a normal person... you know.

Come on, Louise!

< SHOUTING

-Sounds like they're arguing over the TV.

-Shelley can sort it out.

I'm not leaving this cake.

Five more minutes and it will be cooked to perfection.

Another masterpiece, eh, Duke?

# But you said no!

# The world was watching... #

-Give it here, Tracy!

-Or what, Jackie?

I can't take it a second longer!

Busted and you two singing. Don't torture me.

-Get lost.

-My foster-dad says I've got a lovely voice.

Love is blind. It's deaf, too.

Yeah! Busted!

-What's happened?

-I don't believe it.

-What's going on?

-We're missing Busted.

-What a pity(!) ..Ow! Tracy!

-What?

No-o-o-o-o!

Ruined!

-Louise is a good singer!

-It's OK, everybody.

It's a power cut. The whole street's out.

It's typical of this dump.

-Jackie?!

-What?

It's for Marco!

Why is he wearing the shower curtain?

It's my invisibility cloak.

Of course, how silly of me(!)

-When's the light coming back on?

-Are you scared?

-No, I love the dark.

-I can't play the computer.

-What about Busted?

-Oh!

There's nothing we can do but wait.

This is going to be so boring.

My foster-dad says we can have fun without TV or computers.

Yeah, like in the good old days(!) 600 years ago.

No, he's right. And I've got just the thing.

Snap! Go, Shelley! Go, Shelley!

-I don't want to play this any more.

-I'm bored.

I'll see if there's any news.

Right, what's next? Charades?

ALL: Boring!

-Can't we have a picnic in the dark?

-Yeah!

-OK, good idea.

Got any ghost stories? Let's scare each other.

My foster-dad says scary stories aren't good for our development.

Enough about your foster-dad.

-Yeah. You've got one, we haven't. No need to rub it in.

-I wasn't.

-I was just...

-Well, just don't.

Louise's dad is right. Scary stories is a bad idea.

Don't be such a wimp, Jackie!

-She's scared.

-I'm not!

-Chicken! Chicken!

-Shut up, Michael!

It was a dark and stormy night,

and a little boy called...Marco

was lost in the woods, all alone and pitch black.

He didn't know that a werewolf was watching him

in the shadows.

And poor little Marco was never seen again.

I didn't like that story.

See? Told you. You're frightening Marco.

No. Werewolves are pants.

I like stories about vampires, sucking out your blood.

So she scared everyone, by walking around town with no head, no arms

AND NO LEGS!

How did she walk?

You're just not getting the point, Marco!

OK, my turn.

The cellar was dark and cold.

A rat scurried across the creaking floorboard.

The little girl shivered with fear

as she heard a drip, drip, drip...

Was it blood?

Or just a leaking pipe?

But then suddenly,

there was a tap, tap, tap again.

It was coming from behind her. She sensed she wasn't alone.

She gasped as a cold, bony hand...

reached out and grabbed her!

-Jackie!

-Who screamed?

-She shouldn't have grabbed me.

-Tracy's telling scary stories.

-Time for a different game.

-And something to eat.

-Disgusting!

-Peanut butter and tuna?!

It's very dark in that kitchen!

I'll count to 100, then, ready or not, I'm coming. OK?

One elephant, two elephants,

three elephants, four elephants,

five elephants, six elephants,

seven elephants, eight elephants...

42 elephants, 43 elephants,

44 elephants, 45 elephants,

46 elephants,

47 elephants, 48 elephants,

49 elephants...

Ow! Get out!

I can't find a place to hide!

Some advice - keep looking!

Get real.

Ready or not, here I come!

Hey, Louise, Shelley will never find us here.

Louise?

Louise, where are you?

WAILING

Argh!

You gave me the fright of my life.

-It's not funny.

-You're scared of the dark!

-I'm not scared of anything. Leave me alone.

-Fine. Stay on your own.

Don't go. I mean, I don't mind if you stay.

OK, it's true. I AM scared of the dark. Especially since I came here.

It wasn't so bad when I lived with Grandpa.

He'd read me stories till I fell asleep.

Woo-oo-oo-ooh!

There, I admitted it. Go and tell the others. I don't care.

I'm not going to tell anyone!

-You're not?

-Especially not Justine. She'd never shut up.

-Thanks.

Darkness has a lot of potential.

-Potential for what?

-Mucking about, stuff like that.

There's a few things we need from the attic.

The attic? But...it's really dark up there.

Food, food! Yum-yum-yum!

-Argh!

-Where did you get that lot?

(Ssh! Come on.)

Ow!

How did you know I was here?

I'm psychic.

WIND HOWLS

DOORS RATTLE

Tracy, I'm going to go up on my own.

But you can't!

It's too spooky!

It's OK. I want to do this,

prove something to myself.

Anyway, I can run really fast. Nothing's going to catch me.

Good luck.

Thanks.

You do know what to get, don't you?

You can do it, you can do it. You can...

Come on, Jackie! You can do it!

I did it! That was so scary. I don't believe it!

I really did it!

I wouldn't have. It's so creepy.

CREAKING

FOOTSTEPS

-What's that?

-A headless skeleton.

A blood-sucking vampire.

PFFRT!

ALL: Oh!

Bad vampire!

-Louise!

-I should have stayed off the tuna and peanut butter sandwiches!

Oh!

-It's very quiet.

-Wonderful, isn't it?

-We could sit down and wait till they get bored.

-We could.

Well, they are enjoying themselves.

Argh!

SCREAMING

What's going on?

Is it a vampire?

Well, who did it?

-Not me!

-It wasn't us!

You never know what's lurking in the dark, ready to get you.

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

# And the fight won't get me down

# 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, I will win some day. #