Caring and Sharing 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 our way

# Believe me now I will win some day. #

Good morning, everyone!

Postcard from Tracy Beaker!

I bet you're all desperate to hear

about her holiday with Cam.

"Dear losers,

"Egypt is great..."

Cam and I are having a fantastic time.

Wish you were all here.

Well, er, maybe not all of you.

PYRAMID BURPS

See you soon!

Isn't it nice of Tracy to write?

You haven't listened to a word I've said.

There are studies indicating watching too much violence on TV

can lead to aggressive behaviour!

I'd say they're more comatose than aggressive.

Just blink if you're there.

You're right, Elaine, that was a very violent blink.

As long as I'm acting head care-worker,

I'll dedicate myself to helping them to learn to play again!

Did someone just say something?

-Come on.

-It's like cement!

Mike, have you just finished breakfast? It's almost lunch time!

Nobody ate breakfast.

When Duke gets back, you can register your complaints.

We'll be too weak from malnutrition!

Hold on, what's all this? I asked for easy stuff, you know!

Fish fingers, frozen peas!

It's important the children have balanced meals. Duke's recipes.

I'm only supposed to be helping out here!

I never said I could cook.

I can do that.

It can't be that hard.

Mike, when you pick up a saucepan, grown carrots tremble.

Save yourselves!

HE WHISTLES

Right! No more TV today.

-ALL: Oi!

-I've more important things to do here.

-The house won't clean itself!

-Duke would have done it by now.

Good old Duke(!)

Do I smell burning?

Oh, no!

Well? What do you think?

-Is it a Tardis?

-It's a Wendy house.

It's a pretend TV!

It's not a TV! Forget about TV!

It's a puppet theatre!

Cool.

Now, we're going to make puppets and put on a show

and tell happy stories. Now, won't that be fun?

-We're care kids. We don't know happy stories.

-This place is full of them!

There's, um...

Tracy Beaker settling in with Cam...at last,

and Hayley finding the perfect foster parents.

And, er, Justine Littlewood and her dad living happily ever after.

Dad! Carrie! I've made us all dinner to celebrate.

It's exactly two years since I left the Dumping Ground...

Oh. We're going out? Cool, I'll go and get ready.

Sorry, we forgot to tell you.

Carrie and I have to go out tonight.

What? Where are you going?

Sorry to let you down, love.

Great, looks like chocolate pudding for one then.

SMOKE ALARM BEEPS

Let's face it.

You're no Jamie Oliver, are you?

Ohhhhh, sugar overload.

Dad? Carrie?

Are you home?

-Why are you so late?

-Pardon?

What does the clock say?!

-Er...tick tock?

-It's not funny. I've been worried sick!

-You've left me alone with a baby all night.

-It's only 11.

-We had important things to talk about.

-You could've at least called!

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I'll make it up to you.

You need to tell her.

I'm not putting my hands in that!

We have to finish our puppets, so we can tell our stories.

-It's boring.

-It's fun! We can make puppets of everyone!

-IRISH ACCENT:

-Hi, I'm Mike. Top o' the mornin', me old colleen!

Shall I make a puppet of Marco?

That's the idea.

-Roxy!

-You said she could make a puppet of him!

Marco!

Right, no! That is enough! Stop it! Behave! Mind my puppet!

Mind my puppet!

Right, come on! Hurry up and get cleaned up

and we can start making those puppets.

-We don't want to. You can't force us.

-No telly until you do.

Ahem!

May I present cookies a la Mike!

Mmm, these are nice.

They are?!

Yes, they are. Come on, everyone. Let's eat these downstairs.

# Who's the chef? I'm the chef... Yeah, yeah, yeah... # Hee hee!

Put these in the kitchen, love. I need to change his nappy.

'Sorry to let you down, love. I'll make it up to you.'

Stella?

No.

Trixie?

Maybe Maisy.

Tinkerbelle?

Perfect. DOORBELL RINGS

Tinkerbelle?

You're more of a Tinker.

-Well, you'll do.

-Justine.

Thanks, Dad. This is the best surprise! I always wanted a dog.

Oi, get off him! He's mine, not yours.

-His name's Bruce and he doesn't like girls.

-Who are you?

Justine, this is your cousin, John.

He's coming to live with us.

-We've finished!

-Well done!

-Can we have our TV back?

I said forget about TV!

This is very exciting.

Who's first?

Hi, I'm Crash.

"We're all doomed."

Um, Chantal, isn't that a biscuit?

-It's durable, unbreakable and it doesn't make a mess.

-Very inventive.

Hi, I'm Justine Littlewood.

And I'm Justine's dad!

Hi, I'm Tracy Beaker.

Excellent! We need to make them a little bit more lifelike.

What, d'you mean like mine?

Who did you make, Roxy?

Hi, I'm Elaine.

But why does he have to live with us?

He's been having a tough time recently.

-I couldn't just turn him away, could I?

-S'pose not.

I knew you'd understand.

Come and say hello and then I'll help you move your stuff.

Move what stuff where?

-Move your stuff into Billy's room.

-What?! Why?

-We can't ask John to sleep on the couch!

-Can't he go in with Billy?

I don't want a dog in with Billy. It's not good for him.

Great. As long as Billy, John and his dog are happy, that's fine(!)

Don't worry about Justine. She'll go to the bottom of the pile. Again.

Where are you going?

-Back to the Dumping Ground.

-I really don't want you to go.

-Tell him he can't stay!

-What's going on?

It's unfair for Dog Breath to chuck me out.

It's your dad's decision.

Great! So no-one cares about me any more?

Justine, listen to me.

I made a real mess of my life when your mother...

And you ended up in care because of it.

-I can't let the kid down, he's family.

-So am I.

So what's it gonna be then, me or him?

Justine, please don't do this.

Hello?

It's Justine. I'm coming back.

What do you mean you're coming back? Justine? Justine!

I love my job. No, really.

All this, and Justine Littlewood!

Welcome, everybody, to Elm Tree House.

-Will you stop fussing over the puppets!

-Shh! The show's starting!

This is The Tale of Justine Littlewood.

-Oi! They're my biscuits!

-Shush!

I'm Justine and I hate Tracy Beaker!

I'm Tracy Beaker so you can bog off!

-Er, no violence.

-I hate the Dumping Ground, I just wanna go home.

I'm Steve, Justine's dad. Are you ready to come home?

-Yes, please!

-And they all lived happily ever after! The end.

THEY CLAP

-Now can we watch TV?

-Oh, wonderful!

I just love happy endings.

Justine, there's something you need to know.

Save it. I've heard it all before.

Just tell me where my room is.

Upstairs, second on the left.

You must be Justine.

My name's Rebecca Chalmers.

Not Becky or Bex, not Rebs or Rebby.

-Rebecca. OK?

-What?!

You should know I'm not happy about sharing my room.

But as long as you're tidy and don't snore, I'll try and put up with you.

SHE SCREAMS LOUDLY

SCREAMING CONTINUES

If only Tracy was here to see this.

Who needs Beaker? Justine Littlewood's back!

# 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 round

# But the 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. #