The Beaker Club 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?

Duke, Shelley, Nathan, I'm expecting visitors later,

so please make sure that the dining room isn't in its usual state.

Who are these VIPs, then?

With a bit of luck, Dolly's new foster family.

They've had three meetings already, and Dolly is such a sweet thing.

And I have to say, I do think I've put together the perfect match.

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 really 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?

# 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

# Doesn't matter what may come my way

# Believe me now I will win some day. #