Chantal's Goodbye/Free Piggy 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. #

Chantal Wellard helping out?

Wouldn't happen to be your last day by any chance, would it?

How are Rio and Roxy taking it?

-I haven't told them yet.

-Shall I talk to them?

-No!

-No.

It's not easy moving out, but you're right to move in with your dad.

You're leaving? You kept that quiet.

And she'd like to keep it that way, young lady.

OK, bossy boots. My lips are sealed.

Ah, another success story. Days like this, I just love my job.

Yeah, then you ruin it by coming back?

That's your choice, Justine. Your dad didn't throw you out. You left.

-He wanted me out of the way.

-You're wrong cos he's coming to see you.

Sorry, I'm busy. All day.

This is what you're letting yourself in for. Dads are useless.

-I'm not you, Justine.

-Suit yourself. It's your funeral.

It will be when I tell Rio and Roxy.

Justine, hang on a sec. I need a favour.

If it's sending love notes to my teacher, forget it!

No, I need someone to have their photos taken for a brochure thingy.

-He thought of me?

-The photographer's coming in an hour.

Great. I'll make myself even more beautiful.

-Crash, you'll never guess who's leaving?

-Elaine?

-Chantal! But it's top secret. Don't tell anyone.

-OK.

Here, Lol. Can you keep a secret?

They're splitting up the Wellards?

Marco! Don't tell anyone, OK, but Chantal's on her way out!

Toro! Toro!

(Chantal's leaving.)

Yes! Goodbye, Wellard world domination. Hello, freedom!

-Rox, what you doing?

-What's it look like? Letting down Crash's tyres.

-Why?

-Why not?

I'm gonna get us two tickets to The Darkness gig next week.

-Great.

-Don't sound too excited.

I'm sorry, it's just I can't go.

You're not going with that fat idiot from school?

No. I won't be here. I'll be in Somerset.

My dad wants me to go live with him and I've said yes.

Does Rio know?

He's gonna go mad.

Beaker, you'll never guess

who's leaving.

Chantal.

Sun, sun, sun. Hotel only three stars, though...

But don't worry, it won't last. I'll get rid of him

faster than you can say Tutankhamen.

What are you doing?

To be honest...I've no idea.

Has Chantal talked to you?

Yeah.

And?

Are you OK?

Why wouldn't I be?

Hey! How's about we organise a leaving party for her?

We could bake a cake!

Do you hate her that much?

Ha-ha. Come on, it'll be fun.

Whatever.

Come back, Duke, all is forgiven.

Oh, yes! The King! Best of three. Put it there.

So? How you feeling?

-Great. Why?

-Bit of a surprise, her moving out?

Don't bother me.

Eh? I thought you were dead close?

What, me and Justine?

-No.

-Well, who then?

Chantal.

What about Chantal?

Sorry. Justine heard her say she's gonna live with her dad.

Well, Justine heard wrong.

You're right. It's probably just gossip.

Yeah, if Chantal was leaving, she'd have told me.

Same again?

No, thanks. I'm not in the mood.

Rio.

Well done, Crash!

As it's the front cover, I thought I'd go for a moody, vulnerable look.

What do you think?

Where's the photographer?

Um, actually Justine, that was a bit of a teeny-weeny white lie.

-Hello, love!

-You stitched me up!

-We need to talk.

-Buy a parrot.

-Justine!

-And while I'm at it,

-where do I complain about my social worker for lying?

-Don't be unfair.

-You're unfair. Replacing me with some spotty dog walker?

-He's not.

-He's my nephew and your cousin.

-Yeah? Well, he stinks!

WHISTLES

-Rio!

-Thanks for telling me(!) I didn't know how to.

-I was the last to know. It made me feel great(!)

-Sorry.

He wants to play happy families. You can't get away fast enough!

-He wants to try again.

-He's useless. All our dads are.

That's why we're here.

-I'll come visit.

-Don't bother!

I never want to see you again. Ever!

When I was young I had a dog. When my brother left home, he took it.

It broke my heart.

But I was tough.

I pretended not to care.

Mike. I'm fine.

OK, but you know where I am if you need to...

Did Chantal tell you she was leaving?

-Yeah.

-You knew and didn't tell me?

-She's leaving. She should tell you.

I know it's tough, but this is a good opportunity for your sister.

Help us finish Chantal's cake.

Stick the cake! It's horrible, like everything in this kids' home!

Horrible, horrible, horrible!

I brought some of your stuff.

-Couldn't wait to get rid of me, could you?

-You asked me to bring it.

That brings back good memories.

-Does it?

-It was a great holiday.

A great family holiday.

We could go again you know, all of us.

-Give you a chance to get to know John.

-I don't want to know John.

Oh, Justine, what was I supposed to do?

He didn't have anywhere to stay.

-I can't just let him down.

-No, it's just me you do that to.

Justine, please.

I'm begging you.

Come home.

Not until he's gone.

Fine.

I hope you and Mr Mongrel are very happy together.

Just think, no more being bossed around by the stupid Wellards.

-We can do what we want, when we want.

-Tell them what we think.

Roxy won't be so brave with only two of them.

I'll tell her who's boss - me. The Wellards are finished.

She's standing right behind me, isn't she?

Watch it, Wolf Boy.

Anyone seen Rio?

He's in the garden.

Chantal's having a leaving party. Two o'clock.

Be there or you'll have me to answer to!

Fancy dress?

You know what, Marco? That's not a bad idea.

-I can't believe she chose him.

-Maybe he's sorry?

Why not just buy her stuff? She doesn't have to move in.

-She wants to be part of a family.

-She has one - me and Roxy.

This is different.

It's her chance to get out of here and have a normal life.

Listen, she'll always be your sister. Wherever she is.

No-one can take that away from you.

-Don't tell me - hay fever?

-No. Chopping onions.

Right.

Must've been some onion.

Chantal can't go. She's the only family we've got.

Hey, it's OK.

It'll all work out.

What, like it did for you?

Point taken.

I'm sorry, but I'm scared that Chantal will forget about us.

I was told the Wellards weren't scared of anything.

Don't worry, your dad'll be here soon.

I thought you said you didn't want to see me again.

Well, I was wrong and I'm sorry.

At least you feel something. Roxy doesn't care.

I do. I didn't know what to say. It sounded soppy.

It's OK. I like soppy now and again.

Justine, your dad said to give you this.

-Throw it in the bin. I don't want it.

-Justine, just keep it.

Where is everyone? I thought this was supposed to be a party.

We don't need anyone else. We've got each other.

-You taking the Mick?

-No.

We thought we'd give Chantal a proper Wellard send off.

So, what d'you reckon? Do we pass?

-My long-lost relatives!

-Don't mess wiv' me. I'm a Wellard!

-Nice one, Marco!

-You know what? I can't go.

Course you can. We're family. We always will be.

Er, Chantal.

-Everyone. This is my dad.

-Hi!

Hey, you! Baldy!

Look after her or you'll 'ave us to deal with.

We're the Wellards. And we know where you live!

Oi, you! Stick around. There's more Beaker to come.

Don't you just love breakfast at the Dumping Ground?

A daily feast of luxury and sophistication.

You don't have to be here.

But if I wasn't, I'd miss all the fun.

Oooh! Sorry, Justine!

-It's cool, Becky!

-It's Rebecca!

Whatever.

-On the 'ead, Crash! Come on, Crash!

-OK, everyone.

Who wants to meet the new arrivals?

-Meet our new residents.

-Wow!

-Isn't he cute?

-No.

Hey, Justine, he's got your nose.

Yeah, he's got your bum, Rebs.

-What's his name?

-He hasn't got one.

-We could call him West Ham.

West Ham. Get it?

I've found an egg!

Mike, whatever's going on?

Duke's already given us a fabulous vegetable patch.

Let's take it a step further. We're going to have fresh eggs for tea!

-And bacon.

-You might have told me.

Well, they can't stay here! They'll ruin my Open Day.

-What Open Day?

-The one I organised as head careworker.

Temporary head careworker. Thanks a lot for telling me.

I forgot. It's very low key. I need everyone to help set everything up.

Children in care need foster parents

and foster parents need to know that children in care

are just ordinary children.

Now, who's gonna help?

-All clear.

-We are doing the right thing, aren't we?

-He does look kinda sad.

-Yeah. How would you like being cooped up?

I wouldn't.

-Bet he misses his family too.

-Yeah.

He hasn't even got any mud to roll in.

-Ready to set him free?

-Ready.

Free Piggy!

-Cakes or biscuits, Mike?

-Oi! Biscuits...I hope.

-Not bad.

-Thanks.

-For once.

-Can we help, Mike?

-Oh, thanks. Go on then.

Stir that while I find a book.

Glad to be of assistance.

-What're you up to?

-Sugary biscuits are so bad for your teeth.

-I've put this salt in instead.

-But they'll taste horrible.

-Exactly.

-But what if some nice people turn up?

Get real!

But if they did...

..we could leave here

and have a real family.

Like Chantal.

It's just you and me now. Got it?

Yeah...I've got it.

Good. We're gonna make this an Open Day they'll never forget.

-Have you seen Duke's cook book?

-Second gate on the left.

Ow! Shouldn't he be outside with all the other ones?

-No, he's a guard chicken.

-Oh.

-One hour and counting. Plenty of time to smarten ourselves up.

Which do you think, Mike?

Oh, the green one would go lovely with your eye shadow.

It's for you, silly!

People won't want to see Mike in a tie or us poshed up.

They want to see what fostering's really like. Chill out.

-You're the expert, are you?

-Compared to you, pea brain, anyone is!

We have got no time for this today.

Make yourselves useful and help me set up an information desk.

-Information desk?

-Information desk?

-Oh, just do it!

Quick, in here.

Rio! What are you doing?

Come on, Roxy. This is our chance for something.

-Somewhere better!

-No-one'll foster you cos of your best shirt.

It's just you and me now. Wellard Double Trouble!

Close the door, close the door, close the door!

That was close.

-Now what do we do? Wash him?

-Pigs are really clean animals.

Cleaner than the kids round here!

THEY SNIFF BOTH: Was that you?

Ugh! I thought you said pigs were clean animals.

We'd better get something to clean it up.

Maybe a protective suit and a gas mask.

Um...Layla, you, um...

keep an eye on him.

No, thanks!

Hello! Thank you very much for coming.

-It was very nice of you to come.

-Welcome to Elm Tree House.

I'm Rebecca Chalmers, fostering consultant and child care expert. Do sit down.

Oh, please!

I'm sure I can tailor make a fostering solution

to suit your individual requirements.

Thank you. That's very kind, Miss...Chalmers.

-We'd like more information on fostering.

-Of course.

You are such a creep.

The unfortunate truth is, some kids aren't suitable for fostering.

They can't even get on with their own parents, let alone anyone else.

Oh, no. He's gone!

He probably couldn't stand the smell.

Come on, we'd better find him.

Good afternoon. My name's Rio.

Hello, Rio. You look smart.

Thank you. I like to look clean and tidy.

I'm a quiet boy, but I've got a very good sense of humour.

-He's hilarious. I'm his sister, Roxy.

-I really enjoy family outings.

-My hobbies are...

-Cooking! Have a biscuit. He made them.

They'll make you fat. You can't have them! I'll get you some nice ones.

It's OK, Rio, we're not hungry.

And, um, do you live here too?

Not for long. I'm planning to torch the place!

Here. For the grand finale, let's chuck 'em at that dopey couple.

Well, take it then!

They were nice. They could have been our chance to get out of here.

Oh, stop whining.

-Rio?

-I've had enough of you. You ruin everything for me!

Come on pig! West Ham, come on!

Come on, pig!

-Lucky we found him.

-I'm puffed out.

D'you reckon we should give up and put him back in his pen?

Don't worry, I've got a plan.

Rio.

I'm sorry. It's just...

..people like you, Rio. They just don't like me. And I don't like them.

No-one's ever going to foster me, are they?

I couldn't bear being split up. It's bad enough with Chantal gone.

I miss her, too.

I'd really like a family, Roxy.

But...I'd never leave here without you.

Course you wouldn't. I'd chop your legs off first.

-Layla, are you sure about this?

-You look beautiful.

Hello, Elaine Boyack. Social worker and head careworker.

-Hello.

-Going so soon? Perhaps you'd like a guided tour?

-No, thank you.

I'm sure this little one would love a brother or sister.

Aaargh!

Pig on the run!

What were you thinking?

-We didn't like seeing West Ham cooped up.

-It's cruel.

Chickens have feelings too!

You're right. They're probably nervous wrecks by now.

-Like Elaine!

-You lot are dangerous! These animals need protecting!

First thing tomorrow, they're going back to the farm...

for some peace and quiet.

Which is just what we need. Come on. Up you get.

-Tracy? What are you doing here?

-Ask them!

They're the ones chucking me out!

For the last time, I am not chucking you out!

I know when I'm not wanted.

-Tracy, calm down!

-Aren't you being a bit silly?

-Look, I am calm!

-It's Cam being silly, mooning over monkey face.

-Oi!

-If he's moving in, I am moving out.

-Tracy!

Look, please don't be like this.

I love you and I just want you to come home.

Honest?

So, won't get your own keys after all.

Didn't you hear, she wants ME, so you'd better just go.

Tracy, I never said that. I want you both in my life.

D'you know what? Forget it!

Have your stupid boyfriend. I'm staying here.

And you lot can all bog off too!

Oh, great, just when I thought life couldn't get any worse.

Beaker's back.

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