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# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see my through
-# Doesn't matter what may come my way
-No, no no!
# Believe me now I will win some day. #
My new phone is amazing.
I can call any time, from anywhere.
That could be why they call it a mobile.
-You've got a voice message.
I knew that.
-I'll listen to it later.
-You don't know how to pick it up, do you?
-Not exactly. But this morning I sent my first text.
-You must be so proud.
-When people don't know how to use their mobiles, they're asking for trouble.
I don't like the sound of that.
SHE HUMS TO HERSELF
-We're gonna get caught.
-Think positive and keep watch.
I should never have let you talk me into this.
This is the stupidest plan I've ever heard.
-Quit complaining and embrace the moment.
-I am... It's never going to work.
Dear Duke... I love you!
I love you too, man. I'm sorry if I moan a lot but...
No, you stupid idiot! That's what Shelley says to Duke in the message.
Oh. I knew that.
It's no good. It needs to be more flowery.
-You see? There's where your whole plan falls apart.
We can't do romance.
Did I tell you my parting's down the middle?
-You've got lots of partings, everywhere.
We'll get the scissors.
No, no... bubble-gum's fine.
Well, um, it's definitely an improvement.
-Tracy! There you are.
Well, we've got to write this poem.
A love poem for, um...
-Yes. We need a few romantic lines and you're the most talented, creative person we know.
What stuff like "You're my sun, my stars, without you I'm in total darkness"?
That kind of rubbish.
-That's exactly what we need.
-You're really good at this, Wilson.
Oh, please! It's not as if it requires any intelligence.
"I send you a thousand kisses, but send me none in return as they burn a fire through my soul."
I mean, excuse me while I go puke for a week.
Fire through my soul.
That's really good, Tracy, thanks!
Oh, wow, Duke's going to be totally...
Duke's going to be totally...
here any minute. We should finish our homework.
Deep down inside, you two really are romantic.
Very, very deep down.
We couldn't find scissors, so we got pliers.
He's never going to fall for it.
-"You are my moon, my stars, my everything..."
-I stand corrected.
We've got to return Shelley's phone.
Oh, no... what if she's already realised it's missing?!
Man, you need to learn to relax.
Ow! Tracy, help me get this junk out my hair!
Touch your hair? I don't think so.
Please? My mum won't be impressed if I turn up like this.
You're visiting your mum tomorrow?
Yeah. But I'm not looking forward to it, though. Well, I am...
-but it's the first time I've seen her since...
-Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be pleased to see you.
I never thought I'd see the day Tracy Beaker had a crush on a boy.
-What?! I don't even like Wilson!
-Thanks very much.
It's sickeningly obvious. Tracy Beaker is in love.
I am not in love!
He's an ugly, boring geek!
It's OK. I'm not offended.
Well, you should be!
Having technical difficulties, Duke?
I got a text message but I can't work out who it's from.
What did it say?
You could always phone back the number the text came from.
-See who answers.
-Great idea! You're a genius!
Don't you just hate that when nobody leaves a message?
Er, yeah. So rude.
A rose? For me?
I thought it'd be nice for you to grow in the garden.
Nobody's ever given me a rose before.
Oh, glad I could be the first.
Hi, Duke. Bye, Duke.
Funny, isn't it?
-Funny how sometimes you just don't realise how other people feel about you.
How you can spend every day with somebody, and think you know them.
Then you find out they have these feelings you never knew existed.
-Did someone say something?
-No, I was just saying. It could make things pretty awkward.
OK, listen. I don't know what Justine's been saying, but she's a liar! I do not fancy Wilson.
I'm totally cool around him.
I am the Queen of Cool.
CAR HORN BEEPS That's for me.
-Before you jump down my throat... I'm really sorry I'm late.
-It's OK. I totally understand.
You understand? You mean you're not going to spend the afternoon trying to hurt my feelings?
Why would I want to do that?
Tracy! See you later!
Yeah, bye, whatever. Now look what you made me do!
-Just leave me alone!
I was distracted. Not by Wilson - by the sun.
It was in my eyes.
-Could we have a private chat? There's something I want to get off my chest.
There are things I'd like to say too.
OK, in my office after lunch?
I said bye to Wilson because he said it to me first. It would have been rude not to.
I wouldn't have minded whether I'd said goodbye to Wilson or not.
I mean, I'm gonna see him later.
But I think he's feeling a bit emotional. His mum's in hospital.
Not that I'm worried about his mum or anything.
I haven't even met her. He's the one who's worried.
He plays the guitar - did I mention that?
He's made quite an impression on you.
Wilson? What do you mean?!
Like, you haven't stopped talking about him all day.
He's actually very, very annoying. Like you.
It's about your new phone.
I think I know where this is going, and it's time we cleared the air.
I'm concerned your new phone is, well, distracting you from your work.
That's not my fault, is it?
Frankly, I think it is.
But I thought I was your moon, your stars, your everything?
I beg your pardon?
There's no use denying it.
I saved the text you sent me. Look.
Oh, I don't seem to have my phone right now.
I think there's been some mistake.
-It's a text message. From you.
"Roses grow in my heart for you.
"All my love...Duck."
It seems you've misspelled your own name.
It's the kids.
I knew that.
Quick! Shelley's coming!
House meeting. Tell everyone who's old enough to spell, I want them in here immediately.
Right. OK, everyone.
Someone has been sending Duke and me text messages.
And now Duke's phone has gone missing.
I want to know who's responsible.
-What kind of messages?
-The romantic kind!
Something funny, Tracy Beaker?
Actually, yes. Oh, go on, admit it, Shelley.
As a practical joke, this one's pretty good.
If the person with Duke's phone refuses to own up...
You'll text them something mean?
I have no idea how that got there.
-You think I did this?
I'm not even going to answer that.
-In that case, you're on bathroom duty.
-That's so unfair.
It wasn't Tracy who sent the messages. I'm responsible.
I hid Duke's phone in Tracy's bag.
You were trying to get me into trouble?
Thanks a lot!
OK, Wilson, you can start on the bathroom right away.
Somehow I don't think I'm ready for a mobile phone yet.
-Phew! That was close!
-You did this?
You sent the text messages?
At first I was against the whole thing...
but now, I think it'll go down in history as a classic.
But why did Wilson take the blame?
How sweet. Looks like Tracy Beaker's got her own knight in shining armour.
I don't need a knight in shining armour.
-I know you didn't do it, so why'd you take the blame?
I love the smell of disinfectant?
-I can look after myself, Wilson. I don't need you.
-I didn't want you to get in trouble.
I shouldn't have taken the blame. I'm an idiot.
I hate the smell of disinfectant.
I suppose I could keep you company.
I'd like that.
-Would you come to the hospital with me tomorrow?
You want me to come to see your mum?
Only if you want to. It's just I don't want to go alone. And...
well...the truth is...
I really like you, Tracy Beaker.
But there's really no need to say it out loud.
Maybe if you go this way and I go this...
Yeah. OK... I like you.
What's the difference between Justine and a bucket full of mouldy maggots?
-Do you want a photo or what?
-Wish I'd had a camera with me yesterday.
What's that supposed to mean?
- And where are you going? - Football.
Chores first, then football.
-What about them?
-Just done me nails.
-There's nothing I would love more than to break my back digging up potatoes.
-I'm going with Wilson to the hospital.
-Yeah, Tracy and her new boyfriend.
Number one, a hospital visit is hardly a hot date.
-Number two, Wilson is not my boyfriend.
So, why were you two snogging?
-Beaker's got a boyfriend!
-It was in the bathroom.
-Shut your gob!
-Talk about romantic.
They were stood next to the bog that Wilson was cleaning.
Maybe the bleach fumes confused Wilson's poor mind?
Give it a rest, you rotten lot. Let's go dig.
Tracy and Wilson, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
-Get to hospital for more snogging.
-Prepare to eat knuckleburger!
Enough! Thank you.
Why are you going to the hospital?
Wilson asked me to go with him to see his mum.
Oh. She was discharged this morning. Nathan took Wilson home first thing.
So he's gone?
-Some boyfriend! He left without saying goodbye.
I'm really not bothered.
-How would you feel in Tracy's shoes?
Come on, you lot! Put your backs into it.
-What's that horrible smell?
-It's the horse manure on the vegetables.
Nothing new. Once again, I'm in the poo.
You left this in the dining room.
Shelley, you are so predictable.
-I know why you're here, but I really don't care about Wilson.
-He's gone. So what? Kids leave the Dumping Ground every week.
Tracy Beaker couldn't care less.
-He was kind of cute, though.
-Maybe a little bit.
-Was he a good kisser?
There'll be plenty of other boys.
But that first kiss is always the sweetest, though.
-I remember my first boyfriend...
-You're making me feel queasy.
Hands off! I found it!
-But on house property.
-So it belongs to everyone.
-Share, you selfish pig.
-He never shares anything.
Michael, hand it over.
I said...hand it over.
Michael! Come back here...
What's in there?
"This was buried by the Mellor family in 1972."
It's a time capsule.
You mean they wore these all those years ago? How cool is that?
This must be the Mellors.
They look like a happy family.
Weird to think there was once one of those in the Dumping Ground.
-I know. Why don't we make one of our own?
Kids get in to that house and choose your time capsule treasures.
Go, go, go!
-She looks like my mum.
What do you want, snot face?
We've found a time capsule in the garden.
This is me, trying hard to look remotely interested.
You're obviously trying to get over Wilson so can't have fun with us.
Fun is not being an anorak saddo, who puts things in a box.
-You know what I like about you, Tracy?
OK? When this time capsule's opened,
maybe kids'll cut your picture out of a running magazine.
-How about you?
-I'm making a documentary about life here.
-One does one's best.
And all the awards this year go to...
Laurence Plakova for the "Dumping Ground".
-He always hogs the video camera.
-Whinge, whinge, whinge...
-There is some truth in that.
-Come on! As if she'd know how to use it?
It's not exactly rocket science.
-Let Justine have a go. Jackie can help her.
You wanna see a real documentary? We'll make you one.
Go for it, girls.
-Bacon sarnie, my stylie.
Get some really thick cut bacon. Some prime white bread.
Crisp lettuce, juicy tomatoes.
And some delicious brown sauce.
-What do you want?
-To film your fantastic football skills.
I could give you five minutes.
Hi. I'm Lol, the Dumping Ground's dashing soccer star...
-I want that re-filming.
-No way. That was comedy central.
-Did you see the look on his face?
-BOTH: Comedy central!
Hi, Tracy. Do you want to help us make our film?
Admit it - this looks like fun.
Like you said, Tracy. This stupid project is only for saddo anoraks.
Stay cool - stay out of it. Come on, tell them how it is.
I wouldn't want to join in if you paid me a million quid.
It's for dorks.
When someone finds your rubbish in the future, they'll die of boredom.
So I guess that would be a "No".
-What have you got for us tonight, Duke?
That's my private stash of Camembert cheese.
-Cor, it stinks!
-Oh, no, he's got those horrible cheapo sausages.
-I haven't had any complaints before.
-I wouldn't give these to a dog.
-It's for the time capsule.
I refuse to let future generations see my cooking ridiculed.
-Sorry, Duke, but we won't be censored.
Have you turned that camera off yet?
Hayley, what's the matter?
I can't find the picture of me and my mum to put in the box.
-Duke, is there more bread?
-Yep. When you've finished your sausages.
-They're not good.
-Don't you start!
-Ask Jackie for the ketchup.
-No! I'm not talking to Jackie.
Or Justine. They nick my camera...
then make me look like a right dweeb.
Crash, old buddy, pass the ketchup?
Michael! What you doing?
You idiot! This is why...
Let them fight. You're well out of it.
They need you to take over and sort everything out.
Right... that's enough!
You can't do this time capsule. I'm going to have to take charge.
-You said it was for dorks.
-Your time capsule will be rubbish.
I don't want my name associated with dross.
Jackie, will be my right-hand girl.
Justine, finish your film. You do another collage.
And make it good. I'll help Hayley find her photo.
The rest of you can dig a hole.
I think she's over Wilson.
Where did you last see it?
Let's think logically.
You're a soppy little kid. So where would you put a photo of your mum?
Already looked there.
But have you looked in here?
-Oh, thanks, Tracy!
-I can't help being a genius.
Hi, dudes. I've got something for you.
Wilson wanted you to have this.
It's his mobile number.
Tracy Beaker, have you got yourself a boyfriend?
-Whoever digs this up will get a surprise.
-You can say that again.
We are here to witness the burial of this capsule. What's that smell?
-Well done. Good work has gone into this.
-Any more stuff to go in?
You haven't got many photographs of you and your mum left. Hang onto it.
No. I really want it to go in.
-That's where it went!
I found the old time capsule and everyone else muscled in.
That stinky cheese would have ruined all our things.
-Let's get him!
-Peace! At least he owned up before it was too late.
-Are we going to bury this?
-Hang on. Do you recognise any of these?
-Wilson left me the photos as a goodbye present.
-Look on the back.
-Are you going to call him?
He was cute enough but I'm too busy for boyfriends. I'm done with love.
# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see my 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...
# Believe me now I will win some day. #