In with the Wellards 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. #

-Where you going?

-Out. I'm meeting Jackie.

I thought you were spending the day with ME. You haven't forgotten?

-"Art Centre Open Day"(?)

-It'll be fun! We can try something new!

Would that be SO painful?

But it's Saturday! I just want to see my friends.

I know, but we're a family now,

which means doing stuff together... apart from watching telly.

You know what they say - a family who plays together, stays together.

And I really want us to stay together.

But we're going skateboarding!

I know. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you.

-But you promised!

-I'm really sorry, Jackie, but I promised Cam, too.

Are you missing your mate?

Leave me alone.

-Beaker's not the only one who knows how to shake things up.

-Yeah?

-We might just have something.

-Roxy!

Jackie won't tell anyone.

-"Creative Activities."

-There's so much to choose from. Sculpture?

-No.

-Fashion design?

-No.

-Paper mache?

-Boring.

Flower arranging - sounds right up your street, Tracy Beaker.

Ha-ha, hilarious(!)

-Ooh. Street dancing.

-Yeah, right(!) Still-life painting?

Stand around painting bananas? I don't think so.

-Computing? Graphic design?

-Boring.

Art appreciation...

Ugh! Street dancing it is, then.

So what's the plan? I could do with a laugh.

ALL: Yesss!

-Our files.

-Sid's got them locked up in the office.

Every kid here's got a file. We can look at them any time.

It's not just us. Social workers, Elaine, Sid...

-They can all stick their noses in.

-Our files are thicker than some.

-This stuff should be private.

-Yeah.

So what you going to do?

# Baby, can't you see I'm calling

# A guy like you Should wear a warning

# It's dangerous I'm falling... #

Come on! What are you waiting for? I'm getting the hang of this.

That's it. I'm out of here. Even painting bananas has to be better

than watching you make a fool out of yourself!

Tracy!

No way! That's stealing.

-It's only taking what's ours.

-Once we've got them, we'll destroy them!

We'll have a massive bonfire, and burn all our files!

-Yeah! I'll do mine! We can get everyone's files!

-Yeah.

Great idea. I should have thought of that myself.

-Hey, fancy a game?

-Not now. I'm busy.

Looks like Jackie's got some new mates.

-I am going to be so bad at this.

-So am I. We'll be bad together.

Hi. I'm Amy. My mum's so artistic. Is yours?

-Um...

-Saturday's our special day, isn't it, Amy?

It's our quality-time day.

ROARING

OK. The diversion's sorted.

Rio will give you the keys

and you'll be in and out in two minutes, tops.

What are you waiting for?! You're not going to grass us up?

-No, I'm not like that.

-I know you're not.

Go on.

Can't believe she fell for it.

Once we get the dirt on the others, we've got them where we want them.

That's really good.

Oh, whoops!

-Can you pull that bit up onto...?

-I can't.

How's it going?

Haven't you done anything artistic before?

It takes a while to get the hang of it.

But we picked it up straightaway.

We're halfway through our 36-piece dinner service.

Isn't your mum helping you?

She's my foster mum, actually.

Oh.

I think you've done very well, then.

I'm sure your next effort will be better.

Du-u-u-u-ke!

-What's wrong, sir?

-What is this?

Go on! Now!

Mind where you put you feet.

SHOUTING >

-Oh, come on!

-The chicken!

I don't understand - it's only been in half an hour.

-What is it - chicken a la foam?

-Yes, I love the smell of foam.

THEY ALL SHOUT

Get them out of the foam! Sit on the table.

-You know what they say, Duke, "No place like foam."

-Ha-ha!

-I'm hungry!

-Me too.

-Where's the food?

-There.

-Ohh!

-Ugh!

-I'm not eating that!

What's with all the soap?

I'm keeping my eye on you three.

Feed us! Feed us! Feed us!

-Feed us!

-Yeah, what are you gonna feed us, Duke?

-Feed us!

-Couscous, anyone?

ALL: Ugh!

Let's phone for the police.

-You did this, didn't you?

-You wanna make something of it?

-Maybe.

-You won't be so tough once we get the dirt on you.

-Shut up!

You'd better think what your secrets are worth.

I said shut up.

-Those are private.

-Hardly.

Elaine, Sid, anyone can stick their nose in your personal business.

-Who told you that? ..The Wellards.

-It's just a scam.

What, like Tracy would have pulled? It's not the same.

-The Wellards are using you.

-Let go!

The Wellards are going to read them! Find out all our secrets!

So, what's going on?

These files are confidential.

Nobody reads these files without my permission.

But you know that, don't you?

And this was locked.

Where did you get these?

MUFFLED VOICES

I should have known you'd have something to do with it.

We wouldn't look in your filing cabinet.

You were keeping an eye on us. Remember?

What do you think?

It's a pot.

-It's the product of the quality time we spent together.

-It's fun.

-Yours is not bad, for beginners.

-It's all wonky.

-Ssh!

They're doing their best, Amy.

(All considering.)

-We're making another one.

-No way!

-Come on, Tracy.

It's fun, remember?

Oh, yeah!

Oh, are you sure? I'm not very good at this.

I think you should go a bit faster, Tracy. Don't you?

Really? I think it's going to get a bit out of my control here.

Faster.

Faster.

-Help me.

-And stop.

No!

And that, Tracy, is a product of OUR quality time together.

And it was fun!

-Thanks for not blabbing.

-That's what friends are for.

But you're scrubbing the bathroom on your own.

I can't believe I got sucked in. Roxy's well sly.

Yeah? But "Sly" is my middle name.

A-hem!

Sorry we left you to it. Did Sid punish you?

Yeah, but it was no big deal. And it was worth it.

What do you mean?

-Maybe I managed to get a few files before Sid came in.

-Let's see!

Don't be thick. They've got eyes all over.

ALL: Hi, Duke!

Hi, Duke.

DUKE WHISTLES

I'll show them to you later. Here's the plan...

Yes! Hang on, hang on.

What have you got, then?

Just three. Nice fat one.

Hang on, these aren't just any files, they're OUR files!

That girl's a right muppet!

"Roxy is a child of below-average intelligence,

"who is still emotionally attached to her teddy bear."

"Chantal would make more friends if she had better taste in make-up

"and learned how to use deodorant."

What does yours say, Rio?

"Rio Wellard is a real sweetie,

"who is trying very hard to overcome his...bed-wetting problems?!"

-These are fake!

-It's your fault, Rio.

-Shut up, Chantal.

-No, you shut up!

-Stop it! Stop it! Shut up!

SHOUTING CONTINUES