Two's a Crowd The Story of Tracy Beaker

-# I can make my world come true

-Make my world come true

# My dreams will see me through Doesn't matter what may come my way

# Believe me now I will win some day. #

Special Guest Day.

What genius come up with that idea?

Er, hello? We're here cos nobody wants us, remember?

Your dad'll be here soon.

Yeah, where have I heard that before?

Freddie's not here yet either.

You don't think they've forgotten, do you?

Traffic must be bad. That's all.

You're meant to be late for parties.

-It's fashionable.

-Where did you come from?

I'm practising my secret-agent sneaking.

-You're getting good.

-Have you got a guest coming?

The CIA are sending a tough-talking super-agent to help on my mission.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-That'll be her now.

Milly, tough-talking?

-You better believe it.

-Oh, no. No, I can't believe this is happening!

Must've been something you said.

What did you have to bring dog-face here for?

-Nice to see you too!

-All I wanted was some time with you on my own.

Justine, we have to get this sorted out.

What's to sort? He moved in. I hated him. And I moved out. Sorted.

-Stop it!

-Would anyone like some lemonade?

-Or peanuts?

-No, ta, I'm allergic.

-To lemonade?

-No, to nuts.

They make my throat close up.

-You could die.

-No, it's OK, see, cos I carry this pen.

If I accidentally eat anything with nuts in it, I inject myself.

-It's dead simple.

-Just like you.

You two have a nice day - together!

Justine, wait!

You know, you should really give your cousin a chance.

He's got a lovely aura... all purple and sparkly.

Makes me glad I've got second sight.

If you've got second sight, it needs glasses.

SIREN

Go on! Shoot!

-Oh, Lol!

-# There's only one Rio Wellard!

# There's only one Rio Wellard! #

THEY LAUGH

# Goal! #

-# Ain't we lucky there ain't two... #

-Can I join in?

Sure.

-Would you like some help with that?

-Thank you. I'd love some help.

Would you mind taking these coats inside for me?

No problem. Glad to be of assistance.

-I didn't know you had a guest, Alice.

-I don't.

-Oh. So, whose guest are you, then?

-Roxy's.

-Roxy?

-This is Emily. She's my best mate.

-Any friend of Roxy's is a friend of mine.

Come on, Roxy.

Course. You know me, I love to lend a hand.

Roxy, have you been in the sun too long?

I'm so pleased you came.

It's days like this I really miss Grandpa.

You're doing really well.

And I'm glad to be here.

-Are you tired?

-Tired? Me?

I'm a long-distance runner.

Don't even know the... meaning of the...word.

HE SNORES

-Jackie...

-Shh!

-Where's Justine?

-I thought she was outside with her dad.

No, he's playing footie. With her cousin.

-That can't be good. Come on, let's go look for her.

-Yeah. Hi.

Justine? What you doing in here?

-Teaching my dad a lesson.

-I think he's a slow learner.

You don't have to talk to him. You can hang out with us.

-And give your dad the evils from the sidelines.

-All right, then.

Hi!

Ah, Marco. A word in the office, if I may?

They're taking me in for torture.

Don't worry, Agent Milly, I'll never talk.

After you...

-Greetings, Marco, how's it hanging?

-Sorry, Mr Boxer, that's classified.

Ah, a secret agent, eh?

There's nothing for it, Mrs Boxer.

We'll have to administer the truth drug.

-Ze green vons are ze most powerful.

-Oh, no, not the green ones!

We've got some very exciting news for you, Marco.

The panel have assessed your form F, and...

it's been accepted!

We've finished the paperwork on your fostering.

Your mission is to come and live with us!

Mission accepted.

-I'll just have to brief Agent Milly first.

-Is Milly your friend who never speaks?

Oh, yes. It's all very sad.

Milly's not sad. She's the best friend I've ever had.

Those two are inseparable.

Well, run along then, Marco, and go and brief "agent" Milly.

Good man. Shot! >

It's yours, take it on.

-All the way down.

-HE BLOWS WHISTLE Right, game over. Time for tea.

Don't blow the whistle yet, ref, the super-sub's on!

-Er, I think the super-sub's off.

-What's that, lad?

Your hair.

Oh, no, I've gone mouldy!

No. It's green paint.

I'll find out who did this.

- It was her! - Me?

Typical. Something goes wrong, just blame a Wellard's friend.

Her hands were covered in green.

-Yeah.

-You must be confusing me with someone else.

There's no green paint now, Jackie.

-But...I saw her.

-Emily's been with us all afternoon.

Show's over, go on, tea, go.

-Freddie, do you want some help cleaning up?

-Don't worry about it.

I've always wanted to be a punk rocker.

Milly, please don't be angry with me.

I'll visit you all the time.

Every week. Every day.

I'll buy you loads of presents.

I won't forget you.

Milly!

Agent Milly! Do you read me?

OK, then, party people, get ready for Murder By Mocha.

Come on, Justine, cake makes it better.

-Bruv, they're minging.

-What have you put in it?

I didn't make these.

Someone's messed with my mocha.

Cayenne pepper, tomato sauce, cod liver oil and...

-Pickled gherkins. Any chance of seconds?

-John! What's the matter?

You forgot one crucial ingredient. Nuts!

OK, just relax. Everything's going to be fine.

Just breathe as deeply as you can, John. You're going to be fine.

Just relax, yeah?

Coming through!

Step back, everyone.

He just needs an injection.

I thought you'd done a runner.

-Well done, love.

-It's nothing.

So tell me, vot are your problems?

I want to be fostered by the Boxers. They're perfect.

Zen why aren't you happy?

I don't want to leave Milly behind.

You can't be in two places at once.

Tell me something I don't know, Doc!

I can't believe someone sneaked into the kitchen and spiked my brownies.

Right after they'd done Freddie's head. Look!

You know what this is? Sabotage.

Someone's trying to ruin guest day? Yep. And they can't get away with it.

Nobody greens my friends.

-How are you feeling now?

-I'm OK.

-But you nearly had your dad to yourself again there.

-Typical.

-Thanks, Justine.

-It's OK.

-Besides, I've always wanted to stick a needle in you.

-I noticed.

I never meant to come between you and your dad.

If you want your old room back, I'll be fine on the sofa.

Thanks, I'll think about it.

-All right, you two?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Wait!

Someone's booby-trapped the doors.

Er, look what I've found!

I knew it! You are so busted.

-Come out of there!

-Do you think I'm stupid?

You guard the door, I'll get Mike.

He's making it up. Emily hasn't done anything.

OK. Emily, come out with your green hands up!

What's wrong?

You've got to believe me, she was covered in green paint!

-How do you do that?

-Never mind, Emily. They're always making up lies about me, too.

Come on, guys, what's going on here, huh?

-Twins!

-And both evil.

Leg it!

What's all the noise? What's going on?

Don't worry, Special Agent Marco.

We were attacked but we've got it under control.

Meester and Meesus Boxer, I have invented a machine zat vill turn me into a zuper-bionic foster-child.

But somesing vent wrong.

Ze machine turned me into...

a two-headed monster!

And now you have to foster me and my other head.

Please?

Um...Elaine, I assume a two-headed monster requires more paperwork?

-Yes!

-That's not the point, Mr Boxer.

A child-centric approach is pivotal to my strategy.

-What's that in English?

-I need informed consent from Milly herself.

Oh, Milly...

..do you understand what's going on?

Do you want to go home with these nice people?

Of course I do. Are you mad?!

Let's file form F immediately, I've got some packing to do.

What?

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