Time Capsule 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. #

-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.

-Five minutes.

-Tracy?

-There's nothing I would love more than to break my back digging up potatoes.

-But...

-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.

-Yeah?

So, why were you two snogging?

-Whoooa!

-Beaker's got a boyfriend!

-Kissy-kissy.

-All lies.

-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?

-Sorry.

-Some boyfriend! He left without saying goodbye.

I'm really not bothered.

-What?

-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.

-HOLLOW KNOCK

Treasure!

You left this in the dining room.

Shelley, you are so predictable.

-Sorry?

-I know why you're here, but I really don't care about Wilson.

-Fine.

-He's gone. So what? Kids leave the Dumping Ground every week.

Message understood.

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.

Anyway, if you ever need any advice about relationships and stuff...

Now I do feel sick. Goodbye.

Hands off! I found it!

-But on house property.

-So?

-So it belongs to everyone.

-Think again.

-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?

-Yeah!

Kids get in to that house and choose your time capsule treasures.

Go, go, go!

Go on...

-What's up?

-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?

-What?

Nothing.

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.

-Sounds good.

-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.

-OK.

You wanna see a real documentary? We'll make you one.

Go for it, girls.

-Action!

-Bacon sarnie, my stylie.

Get some really thick cut bacon. Some prime white bread.

Crisp lettuce, juicy tomatoes.

And to finish it off completely, some delicious brown sauce.

Beautilicious!

Pathetic.

Superb. And cut.

-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...

Sorry...

-I want that re-filming.

-No way. That was comedy central.

-Oi!

-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".

-A collage. Welcome to Planet Dull.

-Give it back.

Michael!

OK. Crash. Let's stay calm.

He was being Mr Over-Sensitive as usual. I was trying to help.

Crash doesn't need any. Sort out your own contribution.

Yeah. I will.

-What have you got for us tonight, Duke?

-Hands off!

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.

-Stop filming.

-It's for the time capsule.

I refuse to let future generations see my cooking ridiculed.

-Sorry, Duke, but we won't be censored.

-Right, then.

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 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.

Come on, Hayley. A little help here. 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?

Got it!

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?

Horse manure.

-Well done. Good work has gone into this.

-Anymore 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.

Stop!

-That's where it went!

-You rat!

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?

-What's this?

-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

-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. #