Life is a Cabaret 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. #

SCREAMING

Come on, Tracy, it's bedtime.

-Let me watch the end of this.

-No, it's late. You'll get nightmares.

-Better not go to bed, then.

-You'll be like a zombie at school.

Oh! Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag. Oh!

-Cam!

-I mean it. We need to set a few basic rules.

Rules?! Rules are the last thing I need

after a lifetime at the Dumping Ground.

I need humungous doses of tender loving care. But what do I get?!

A constant ear-bashing from cheesy puff police.

Tracy, you're going to bed now and that's final.

You don't want a foster daughter.

You want someone to boss around.

Well, I'm not changing. Maybe YOU should be the one to change.

For a change!

Good night.

# It's time, it's time

# It's time to rise and shine

# It's time, it's time

# It's time to rise and shine

# Time to rise, time to shine

# Yeah, yeah, rise and shine

-# Time to rise...

-Time to scrub your manky face

-# Time to rise and shine

-Comb your greasy hair

# It's time to smile a cheesy smile

# That we can all share

# It's time, it's time

# It's time to rise and shine

# It's time, it's time... #

Either I'm dreaming

or something very strange and horrible is going on here.

-You're dreaming, Tracy.

-You're dreaming.

-You're dreaming.

-So, come on, breakfast time.

Breakfast time.

# It's time, it's time

-# It's breakfast time

-It's breakfast time

-# It's time, it's time

-It's breakfast time... #

All right!

I get the idea. You don't have to break into song every five seconds.

I may be dreaming but I'm still Tracy Beaker

and nobody pushes me around.

# Nobody, but nobody

# Pushes me around

# Nobody, but nobody

# Pushes me around

# Cos I am the Beaker The one and only Beaker

# The celebrated, overstated breathtaking, awe-inspiring

# Fabulous, tremendous But unpretentious Beaker

# And nobody, but nobody

# Pushes me around. #

Lol, Bouncer, my office NOW!

Yes, boss?

Miss Beaker is back.

Miss Beaker? What's she doing here?

This is a dream, you idiot!

What a shame!

In a short while, she'll be a shadow of her former self.

You will assist me by breaking her spirit ready for bottling.

-Leave it to us, boss.

-Yeah, we'll sort it, won't we, Bruv?

CRACK THEIR KNUCKLES

# We are the heavy lads

# Loads of muscle, full of charm

# If you don't want bother You'll pay us quick

# Or you'll come to harm

# So bring on the heavy lads

# We're the ones you need to call

# Bring on the heavy lads

-# Satisfaction guaranteed

-No job too small. #

You're not going to eat that mess, are you?

It's very nice.

We simply couldn't wish for a better breakfast.

# Lovely bubbly porridge

# Lovely bubbly porridge

# It smells so good Tasty and appealing

-# Eat it hot

-Or cold and congealing

# Any way you want to take it

# Roast it, boil it, grill or bake it

# Chew it up and swallow it down

# Don't you grimace and don't you frown

# Don't you frown

# Cos

# It's lovely bubbly porridge! #

Crash, I don't believe you!

Aren't you gonna smash a bowl or something?

Losing my temper would be a silly response

to a justified action by my elders and betters.

But they can't treat you like this.

Hey, you! Yes, YOU with the frizzy hair.

Frizzy hair? Right, Crash, watch and learn.

Miss Beaker, this deviant behaviour will NOT go unpunished.

# So bring on the heavy lads! #

Get off!

# Bring on the heavy lads! #

-Get to work on this lot.

-Yeah, wash and scrub until you drop.

Hang on!

You can't make me do anything.

Oh, no? ..Bounce, tell her one of your jokes.

Are they as bad as they are in real life?

Worse.

-Right, so there's a little squirrel, yeah... Or was it a worm?

-I dunno.

Anyway, he was on his way back to his nest... Or...

Maybe it was just a big stick.

# La, la, la... #

Enough frivolity. You have failed to break her spirit.

Bring her to ME.

Straightaway, boss.

Get off me!

All Dumping Ground inmates will now begin their chores. I repeat,

all Dumping Ground inmates will now begin their chores.

There will be no slacking.

I repeat, there will be NO slacking!

Get off me!

Aw, Miss Beaker, how nice of you to drop in.

Cam?

What...

SILENCE! I think it's time

YOU were acquainted with the rules of this establishment.

What rules?

# You will obey my every command

# You will not say no to any demand

# These are the rules of MY establishment

# They're not to be broken, twisted or bent

-# So no treats,

-no treats

-# No sweets,

-no sweets

-# No chatter,

-no chatter

-# No clutter,

-no clutter

-# No telly,

-no telly

-# No jelly,

-no jelly

-# No fun,

-no fun

-# No sun,

-no sun

# No fights

# And definitely

-# NO...

-NO...

-NO... LATE NIGHTS. #

No! What's happened to everyone?

Where's Crash's temper?

And Jackie and Layla and everyone, they've lost their spark.

And the Wellards, what have you done to the Wellards?

Impressive, isn't it?

Very soon, Miss Beaker, all will become as clear as crystal.

In a short while, YOU will be normalised.

Your rebellious spirit will be removed

and placed in this bottle,

and you will think and behave like all the other children here.

In brief, you will be totally in MY power.

You'll never succeed. You'll never change me. Never!

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

There's no escape from this nightmare. It only gets worse.

Now, I shall launch my deadliest weapon yet.

Elaine, is that you?

I'm your fairy godmother.

-Oh, that's great. You've got to get me out of here.

-Oh, no.

I'm just here to magic you that very special dress

-so that you can go to the ball.

-What ball?

I just want to get out of this madhouse.

Tracy, you'd be happier if you just lost that nasty rough sparkiness

and behaved like a nice normal girlie.

# Every girl deserves a pretty pink dress

# Anything less would fail to impress

# You'll be a star at any function

# The belle of the ball at every posh luncheon

# A pretty pink dress is top of the list

# So take my advice I so insist

# I so insist, I so insist I SO INSIST! #

Elaine, some things never change.

Even in a dream you're a complete and utter pain!

THAT WAS PATHETIC, ELAINE!

Sorry, boss.

Come on, you lot, let's get out of this place.

Out? What do you mean?

We have our chores to complete.

Otherwise the boss will break our spirit bottles.

She can't bottle your spirits.

Don't you remember how you used to be?

Roxy, you were evil.

Me evil?

Don't let her win. You're Dumping Ground kids, remember!

# Every Dumping Ground kid has gotta be bad

# We've got to stick together So we don't go mad

# Every Dumping Ground kid's got to fight to survive

# Every Dumping Ground kid's got to fight to survive

# So rise above our troubles

-# And sail on,

-sail on...

# Every Dumping Ground kid's got to fight to survive

# Every Dumping Ground kid has gotta be bad

# We Dumping Ground kids... #

What do you think you're all doing?

We're leaving.

Oh, really?

Then WE might have to have an unfortunate accident

with these bottles.

KIDS: No!

We might trip by an open window and accidentally fling them out.

KIDS: No!

You see? They're not going anywhere.

They have been normalised.

And now, Miss Beaker,

it's YOUR turn.

Agh!

Tracy, are you all right?

Um...

I just had a bit of a bad dream.

Oh.

You were in it.

-Me?

-You wanted to normalise me.

-What?

-Make me good.

Turn me into just another kid.

I want Tracy Beaker.

I love you how you are.

I love you good, I love you bad.

Nothing is going to change that.

I like you.

I know you.

Now, get to sleep.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Promise me one thing, though.

Don't ever become a care worker, OK?

Night-night.

Agh!

# Cos I am the Beaker The one and only Beaker

# The celebrated, overstated breathtaking, awe-inspiring

# Fabulous, tremendous But unpretentious Beaker

# And nobody, but nobody

# Pushes me around. #

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