Toddler in Town 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. #

What do you think's in there?

-I haven't a clue.

-I've never noticed it before.

-We could open it with a crowbar.

-Yeah!

-There's got to be a key somewhere. I'll have a look.

It could be full of cash.

Maybe it's full of bones

and some poor, tortured soul will haunt the Dumping Ground...

-forever!

-Don't be daft.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

THEY SCREAM

Are you sure you're OK?

I love tomatoes.

-You should sit down.

-Half past two.

-You need to take him to the doctor's, Elaine.

You know what the rules say - two members of staff present at all times.

-This place doesn't run itself, you know.

-Chill out, Elaine.

It's not rocket science. I could run this dump with my eyes closed.

And what's in it for you?

A week of late passes.

Deal?

It doesn't look like we've got much choice.

Bouncer counts as an adult, doesn't he?

Oh, thanks for the vote of confidence, Elaine!

Look, Elaine, you'll only be gone for one or two hours.

What's the worst that can happen?

Listen up, everyone. Thanks to Marco and Milly, we're officially a Mike and Elaine-free zone.

-Whoo-hoo!

-Yeah!

Cool. No-one to tell us what to do, right?

I've got late passes resting on this. So you lot need to get busy.

-Jackie, dusting.

-But...

-Crash, your room seriously needs fumigating.

-What?!

I've known camel houses that smell better.

And Becks, I've left you in charge of the toilet.

Great, I'll use your head as a loo brush.

-You've gotta be joking?

-I'm not.

We need to show Mike and Elaine that we can look after ourselves.

-It's the first step to freedom.

-And what are you going to do?

Supervise.

-DOORBELL

-If you'll excuse me...

Knock and run? Oh, please, is that the best you can do?

Kids.

BURBLING

-So where did he come from?

-I don't know.

Maybe there's a clue in here.

Shouldn't you be getting lunch ready, Sherlock?

Well? What does it say?

"My name's Charlie. Please look after me."

Listen, Charlie, lesson number one in life, parents are rubbish.

Don't worry, I'll look after you.

-Yeah, we'll help you, Justine.

-Beats cleaning up, I suppose.

I don't need anybody's help. He's a toddler. It'll be a doddle.

-How come Justine hasn't got you lot cleaning as well?

-Let her try.

We have more important things to do.

Like trying to open this chest and getting our hands on the treasure.

One...two...three!

Rio, come here.

I don't believe it. Not even a crack.

So what do you think's in there?

-Well, whatever it is, it's ours, right?

-Yeah.

Unless it's something creepy.

Maybe it's something magical, like a time machine.

HE LAUGHS

Can't you play something a little less noisy?

I'm trying to encourage his creative side.

Alice could read his aura. It may help us...

I don't need any hippy-dippy help.

I can tell you lots of things. What he's been through,

-how he's feeling...

-SQUELCH

Ugh!

What he had for breakfast...

-Better change his nappy.

-Why me? You said you wanted to help!

You don't want any hippy-dippy help, remember?

No, it's just that I'm boss and it's my duty to delegate.

What? Too chicken to change a nappy?

I've changed hundreds of Billy's nappies. It's no big deal.

-See?

-Well, go on then. You'd better do it quickly before he...

Move over. You couldn't take care of a potted plant.

Where did you learn to do that?

It's just a nappy.

No big deal.

HE BLOWS RASPBERRY

HE BABBLES

Come on, Picasso. What are you going to draw?

-That's it.

-What's he doing?

He's using my paints.

I think it's what you'd call an...

-Impressionist piece.

-It's what I'd call a mess.

Lesson number two in life, don't listen to your critics.

-He's a bit too close.

-Watch it! He's going to...

Justine! Oh, no!

-He didn't mean it. It was an accident.

-It's all over the place!

He's wrecked my homework! I spent days on that.

-Oh, I can't believe this. It's ruined!

-Oh, now look what you've done.

-Me? You've got a nerve.

-Look, just help me tidy up.

-No chance.

-Please?

-You said you don't want our help, remember?

What's going on? Charlie's crying.

He's fine, aren't you, Charlie?

Charlie? Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Rio!

-Aaaargh! I've busted my thumb!

-Have you heard of knocking?

-Ever heard of using a key?

It's missing, clever clogs.

-Yeah, well, so's Charlie. Have you seen him?

-Who?

Cute, snotty nose, about this high.

-No.

-Oh, forget it!

-Have you seen Charlie?

-Yeah.

-No.

What have you done?

-He isn't a toy.

-But he was crying.

We just wanted to cheer him up.

By dressing him up in a pink tutu?

Er, Justine...

No, listen, Alice, I'm in charge here today and I've got to look after Charlie.

That's the thing.

He's...gone.

Charlie?

-Charlie? Charlie!

-Have you found him yet?

Well, I did, but I lost him again.

You idiot. I can't believe you lost him twice.

-Just shut up and start looking, will you?

-He could have really hurt himself.

You can't let him out of your sight.

Stop talking like you're an expert. I do have a brother his age.

-Well, you're not the only one.

-What?

I've got a half-brother called Jake. Dad's girlfriend had a baby.

I practically brought him up myself while they went out partying. So I am quite an expert actually.

-Sorry.

-Forget it. I'm going to check downstairs.

Charlie? Charlie?

Charlie?

Oh, Charlie, there you are.

I thought I'd lost you.

You're so cheeky, do you know that?

Just like my brother Billy.

Seeing you kind of makes me want to go back home.

But that's our secret.

Lesson number three in life, never admit defeat.

Oh, please let this be what I think it is.

This is it, Charlie.

Whatever's in this box is ours forever.

No way!

-Yeah, butt out. We saw it first.

-But we found the key.

Lesson number four in life - finders, keepers.

-What is it?

-I don't know.

Maybe it's a giant tarantula.

Or a shrunken head from 100 years ago.

At least it was nothing serious.

-I just hope they've survived without us.

-Seems nice and quiet.

-I can't bear it. Just open it!

-You lot ready?

THEY SCREAM

-You saddo - you screamed like an old lady.

-No, I never.

You thought it was a ghost. Whoooo!

So much for hidden treasure.

Yeah, like that's going to happen in the Dumping Ground.

Lesson number five in life, expect to be disappointed.

I heard screaming!

Blow to your head, does funny things to the senses.

BOTH: Justine?

Mummy.

Justine Littlewood can be very surprising sometimes.

Yeah, she did OK, didn't she?

-So, is Charlie going to stay with us?

-Please?

Sorry, guys, he's just too young.

I've made a few phone calls and I've already arranged temporary foster care for him.

-Don't just stand there. Come and join us.

-Why?

-Well, he's cute.

But he ain't no Michael Schumacher.

What's this, then?

Charlie...

-He'll be OK, won't he?

-Course he will.

Babies are big business.

Last lesson for today, the best time to get dumped is when you're young and cute.

Bye!

-Bye!

-See you.

SHE SNIFFS

-Don't tell me, hay fever?

-Yeah.

It's a killer, this time of year.

# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see mE 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. #