Just Desserts/Mind Your Own Business 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. #

ALARM RINGS

Sorry, I forgot to turn them off.

It's a waste of a Saturday. And they're paying you peanuts.

I like peanuts. See ya.

What? You guys are up early.

It would've been a disaster if Bouncer was late.

-And if I'd got hold of him!

-You can't blame him for being excited.

-It's only a crummy Saturday job, and the money's pants.

-Pants? Cool!

Money's not everything.

-Encouragement would've been better than whingeing.

-I don't whinge.

I wouldn't know how to whinge.

-It gets him out of this dump.

-I know you love us really, Jackie.

Can I have that last sausage, please?

It's for my friend, Elvis the Alien.

-He's invisible.

-All right, Marco. Just this once.

Hey! HE'S eaten it!

I'm putting it in a safe place for Elvis.

Yuck.

-Can my pretend friend have an egg?

-Jackie, this is a serious business.

He's right.

I'd best be off. I'm going to my friend's.

CHILDREN HOWL

-Hiya, Maureen. ..Dave.

-Welcome aboard. Dave'll get you started.

-Bradley.

-My friends call me Bouncer.

Well, why don't I call you Orphanage Boy?!

We'll see where we go from there.

I thought you might need help on your shopping trip.

Too late.

But...

-Oh, this is Zara. She's my agent.

-But you look like a newsreader.

Exactly! It's perfect.

And this must be the little girl you've been telling me about.

-Delightful.

-Delightful?

Do you know what happened to the last person who did that?

BURP!

Beep! 55 million light years. >

Beep! 51 million light years.

-Beep!

-Marco, isn't it your turn to help us clean the cutlery?

But, Duke, I've got to help Elvis get back to his home planet.

You let him get away with it just like that. What if I told you...

-my imaginary friend didn't believe in polishing?

-Jackie,

-you're too mature and sensible for that sort of thing.

-No, I'm not.

I mean, yeah, of course I am.

OK... Um... Yes...

Um... Yeah, it is a children's book.

Um... But...

I would also like it to be read by people as well. Um...

People who like...stories and...

you know, stuff.

Cam, that was spectacularly awful. Far too much um-ing and ah-ing.

-Um...

-She can't help it if she's not very good with words.

You can't expect a publisher to believe in you

if you don't believe in yourself. All right...

I AM Camilla Lawson.

And I have written the best book in the world.

I AM Camilla Lawson.

And I have written the best book in the world.

-Hey, that felt good.

-But you sounded all wrong.

-She sounded confident and professional.

-And that's NOT Cam.

Tracy, you're not exactly helping. Perhaps it might be better if you...

-You need Zara to tell you what to say?

-It isn't long till my meeting.

-My people will call your people.

-Tracy!

Beaker, you're back early.

-No, I'm back at the time I want to be back.

-Whatever.

-Do you want to see how Bouncer's getting on?

-You don't care.

Tracy, one has to support one's friends and family

as they strive forward.

And he works in a cake shop.

He's going to get into SO much trouble.

He's in the middle of the courgettes.

Marco, what are you doing?!

-He's looking for a dinolithium...

-What?

-To fly away with his spaceship.

-Well, why didn't you stop him?

-It's nothing to do with us.

-You told us it was serious.

-But...

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.) Marco.

You and Elvis had better come in and have a wash.

-He was blaming us!

-And he's supposed to be a professional.

-The £1 coins go in here.

-Wouldn't I be better making pastry?

-And the £20 notes go in there. NOT in your pocket.

-What d'you mean?

KNOCK ON WINDOW Is that zoo animals or your mates?

Oh, no. I'll sort it.

-Hiya. Any free cakes going?

-What are you two doing here?

-Seeing if you're all right.

-I'm fine. Go.

-You're scaring away our customers.

-What?

-Don't!

I'll have you know, my good man, I'm a customer.

-Kindly show me a selection of your finest confectionery.

-Got money?

-Do you ask every customer that?

-If they look like troublemakers, yes.

-Dave! ..Don't!

-Two of your fattest, creamiest, jammiest doughnuts,

if you please, my fine fellow.

Keep the change. Put it towards lessons in good manners.

Mm! Interesting bouquet.

You've had your fun. Get out, the pair of you.

Yeah, come on...

Any of these going spare?

Troublemaker, am I?

-Marco, that's MINE!

-And those are my pillows. What are you doing?

-Elvis wants to show me what his planet looks like.

-It's dangerous.

-Marco!

-Now you're in for it. ..Isn't he, Duke?

-Well...

Elvis told me to do it.

Look, just help him tidy it up.

What? Why should we? We didn't make the mess.

This Elvis business is sensitive.

He could be mentally troubled if we mess with his imaginary friend.

-I knew you'd understand. Thanks.

-Marco, this Elvis is a menace.

- What's so funny? - There is no Elvis.

-What?

-Your imaginary friend is imaginary?

And thanks to Elvis, I've had the best day ever.

I only wanted to give him moral support.

It's not my fault things got weird.

-Are you sure you don't want a pie?

-No, they smell funny.

-It must be sad when people don't need you any more.

-Yes, it must be.

# Sail away and start a life

# So don't expect me

# To smile all the time... # Tracy?

How was your boring meeting?

Oh, not so boring, as it turns out.

You should be the first to know. They're going to publish my book!

Yes! Yes, yes, yes!

You do realise how ridiculous you look?

-I thought you'd be excited.

-About the book you haven't let me read?

-Isn't your friend Zara the first to know?

-She's not my friend.

She's annoying. But without her I wouldn't have got it published.

And without another annoying person I'd never have written it.

Of course, I shall be expecting my usual fee.

It's been ages since these have had a good de-greasing.

They'll give us something to remember you by. And...do all these.

Bradley, could you do one last thing for me?

Pop to the supermarket and get some mayonnaise.

And don't bring back more hoodlums.

You...buy your mayonnaise from the supermarket?

-Got a problem with that?

-No. Well...

I could knock some up for you in no time.

Get your own!

Not bad for an orph...

..for a beginner.

Come on. Cam's taking us all out to dinner to celebrate her book.

-Actually...

-Oh, no. You...

Hi, guys. Guess what! I got a permanent Saturday job.

They liked me. You two, they didn't like so much.

Oh, well!

Other cake shops are available.

Listen, I'm sorry about... you know, earlier.

-That's OK, Lol. Sorry I pushed you around. I was stressed.

-No worries.

HE BURPS

Lol, I hope you didn't eat any of those pies. Days old, they are.

Oh! Oh!

Lol!

Oh, well, one less for dinner, extra portions for the Beaker.

No flipping - there's plenty more action coming...

now!

Mind if we skip the chitchat and go straight to insulting each other?

-Who wants breakfast?

-Where's Duke?

-He's got 'flu.

Nathan's on late and Shelley's off. Her sister went into labour.

Timing couldn't be worse. We've got a new kid arriving later - Wilson.

-..His mum's in hospital. He'll stay for a bit.

-And I care because...?

Wilson will be sharing with you...

-or with Michael.

-What? You can't do that.

-I don't care who.

I don't care how. When Wilson comes, one of you will be his room-mate.

I'm not sharing! Chances are he's a nutcase.

-Worried he'll outshine you at the Nutcase Awards?

-Whoa!

I've got an idea. Have a contest.

The winner gets to stay. Loser shares with Wilson.

Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?

Huddle, my friends.

I'm so glad you're finally going to meet Adam. He's got the cutest hair,

-beautiful eyes and he wears a baseball cap everywhere.

-Louise,

-have you looked in the mirror?

-Adam's played another joke on me?

-Oh.

-Don't worry, it will come off.

-So, what pranks have you played on him?

-None.

So...you're telling me he's done all this to you

and you haven't retaliated?

It's lucky I found out about this.

Finished tidying your room yet?

-Haven't started.

-But your grandpa's visiting later.

-Don't you want the place to look nice for his visit?

-He can't come.

-He's not sick, is he?

-No.

Then what is it?

Jackie, you can tell me.

The truth is, I cancelled his visit.

What? But...you were looking forward to seeing him.

-So what's going...?

-Just drop it.

He's getting away with it. Don't you want payback?

Sorry.

See, Tracy, this is what you call a kind and tolerant person.

Louise! Your foster dad's locked out and needs keys.

-Better get home.

-Sorry. Tell Adam to meet me at my place.

What?

I'm warning you, Tracy. It's hard being on my own.

If I catch ANYONE doing ANYTHING, I'm holding YOU responsible!

Talk about highly strung.

You've got that look. What are you thinking?

Well, Adam's on his way over. It's perfect to teach him a lesson.

Thanks. ..Oh, hi!

-You must be Wilson.

-Nice to meet you.

-Bouncer.

-So is it true?

Do I have to pass a test or get locked in the cellar, right?

And don't forget the evil room-mate.

Only joking!

-I'm looking forward to it. I've never shared a room.

-Got to run.

-I'm organising a contest.

-Need any help? What kind of contest?

Um...a contest with nothing to do with a room-mate at all. Yeah. Ha!

Don't you think water bombs and eggs are childish?

As childish as drawing moustaches on faces!

-Remind me never to introduce you to my boyfriends.

-Don't worry.

You'll never have any.

Hi, nice to meet you.

So, you think practical jokes are funny, do you?

-Um...well, sometimes.

-It's funny to laugh at other people?

-If people can't take...

-Being cute doesn't mean you can hurt Louise.

-Why are you smiling?

-No-one's called me cute before.

SHE YELLS

Take that! And that!

This must be my initiation. It's how I pictured it.

-No! This is payback!

-Payback for what?

-Wait here. I'll get Jackie, so you can surprise her.

-I need a hand.

Sorry. Got to run!

Oh, waitress, could I have a chocolate milkshake, please?

-I'm not a waitress. I'm a social worker!

-Why offer me a milkshake?

-Surprise!

-Grandpa! I thought you...

Crash said the visit was back on.

You can thank me later.

This is the famous Dumping Ground, eh?

-When's the grand tour start?

-Right away.

Why did you stick your nose in?

-But...

-Big mouth!

Bigger bedroom than you had at home.

-I hadn't noticed.

-You've made it very cosy.

No, I haven't.

-Is this new?

-It's a poster I won in a card game with Bouncer.

Hmm.

It's something I'm making for Layla. Might not bother with it.

-It's not mine.

-Well, of course it is!

Look! There's you there, smiling,

and that boy, um...

-Smash, pulling faces.

-Yes, maybe it is mine but I'm not attached to it.

To be honest, I'm not attached to any stuff.

Don't be silly. You've worked so hard to make this place nice.

Why do I get the feeling you want something?

-You've got to help me cheat.

-Why'd I do that?

Oh, wow! Yeah! Imagine all the things I can do with that.

-I won't spend it all at once.

-OK. £2.

-Five!

So, what do I have to do?

Hi, Mr Harper, ever played soda roulette?

Yeah, of course.

-Bar of chocolate on Crash to win.

-You're on.

Still not talking to me, Jackie?

-That's right.

-Technically, you did.

-I won't make the same mistake.

-Again!

Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to soda roulette. ..Blindfolds, please!

Remove blindfolds.

Heads or tails, Crash?

Heads.

Oh, Crash is first.

Michael.

JUSTINE COUGHS Are you all right, Justine?

Get off, Bouncer!

Your turn.

Oh, please!

Good luck sharing with Wilson! Hope he's not too weird.

Want to know something? I've been dreading this visit.

I was dreading it too. I hate it here. I wish you'd never seen it.

I am not a fool, Jackie.

I can see you're OK here.

Yeah, you're right. It's just...

I was worried seeing me settled might upset you.

Yeah. I was worried it'd be horrible.

Didn't want to find you unhappy. I can stop worrying.

HORN BEEPS

Bye, my love.

Miss you.

Yeah, I really miss you too.

Well, time to go.

-Mr Harper, wait! You won the bet, remember.

-What bet?

Forget I said anything.

-This is Adam.

-Adam?

-Hi.

I called him and met him at mine. Tracy?

You OK?

-Aren't you going to thank me?

-For what? Do you know how long it was?

-I could have died!

-Yeah, you didn't.

-That's not the point.

-You must be Wilson.

-Yeah.

-When did you arrive?

-A while ago.

-Why are you covered in...? What IS this?

-Flour and rotten egg.

I see.

Tracy, I thought we had an understanding.

-Why is it always your fault?

-I...

-Um...

-Actually, I did this to myself.

See, I love pouring flour over me and LOVE the smell of rotten egg.

Mmm! Someone should make a perfume out of this.

In future, Wilson, this isn't acceptable behaviour.

-I know what you're up to.

-You do?

-You've got revenge planned.

-Why'd I do something so immature?

-I see what you're doing.

You want me to spend my life paranoid - worried about sleeping,

constantly looking over my shoulder. Well, it won't work.

-I haven't got a scheme planned.

-Put me out of my misery.

I'm warning you! If you don't pull it in 24 hours,

you'll be sorry.

Look on the bright side. If your room-mate's a complete...weirdo,

you'll get on well together.

Hi, I'm Wilson.

-Crash.

-I've never shared a room before, so tell me if I annoy you.

Whoa! Check out the gear!

If you want to use it, go ahead. What's mine is yours.

Isn't that the room-mate code?

You owe me £5.

# 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. #