Transcript: Horrid Henry, Time Manager

[Henry is asleep in bed, and his alarm clock is ringing]
Mum: [opens Henry's bedroom door] HENRY! YOU ARE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL! [shuts the door]
[Henry leaps out of bed, but falls back onto it. Downstairs in the kitchen, everyone is rushing around. Henry comes downstairs, half-dressed]
Dad: Have you seen my tie anywhere?
Mum: We're going to be late.
Dad: Oh, where's my other shoe?
[Henry takes the box of Sweet Tweets, fills his bowl and starts eating]
Perfect Peter: Mum, Henry took all the Sweet Tweets!
Mum: You're going to be late for school, Henry.
Perfect Peter: That means I'm going to be late too.
Horrid Henry: Tough, worm.
Mum: Don't be horrid, Henry. [she sees that Henry's half-dressed] And where are your trousers?! Go and get changed. Now! We're leaving in two minutes! 
Perfect Peter: But I want my breakfast.
Horrid Henry: [snatches the bowl of Sweet Tweets] That's my breakfast!
Perfect Peter: [snatches it back] Mine!
Horrid Henry: Mine! [Henry tries to snatch the bowl back, but it flies across the room and lands on Dad's head]
Dad: That's enough! Every morning it's the same. Total chaos! It has to stop.
Mum: [sits down] Oh, I agree. But how are we going to stop it?
Dad: [removes the bowl from his head] Time management.
Perfect Peter: Time what?
Dad: Time management. It's a simple idea, Peter. It means we do everything to a strict timetable.
Perfect Peter: Ooh, goody! Just like school.
Dad: Yes Peter, you could say it's just like school.
Horrid Henry: Just like school? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
[Title card shows]
Horrid Henry: Please Dad, no!
Mum: I think it sounds like a very good idea.
Dad: It was the boss' idea. We're all doing it at Tingly Toothbrushes. [Dad's imagination shows Big Bob with a stopwatch. Everyone types, drinks, types and shows their reports to Bob at the same time as each other] We'll start tomorrow. Now, where were we? Anyone seen my tie anywhere?
Mum: We're going to be late. Hurry up, Henry!
Dad: We need to leave now!
Perfect Peter: But I haven't had my breakfast yet!
[The next morning, Henry is asleep in bed with his alarm clock ringing. This time, Dad opens the door]
Dad: Seven o'clock, Henry. [he blows a whistle, blasting Henry out of bed] Four minutes to get dressed, and downstairs for breakfast. [closes the door]
[The scene changes to the kitchen]
Dad: Here are your individual timetables.
Horrid Henry: Timetables?!
Dad: Yes. Everything has a set time. Eating breakfast - five minutes. Clearing the table - two minutes. Going to the toilet - half a minute, and so on.
Horrid Henry: What about important stuff, like watching TV?
Dad: It's all on the sheet. Watching TV, five minutes after supper.
Horrid Henry: Five minutes?!
Dad: [sees Peter with his hand up] Yes, Peter?
Perfect Peter: Happy Hippos is longer than five minutes, Dad. 
Horrid Henry: What about all the programmes I want to watch?!
Dad: Hmm. [starts stopwatch] You've wasted one minute of breakfast time arguing. Better get a move on.
[Henry and Peter both try to pour the Sweet Tweets, with Henry filling his bowl and Peter struggling to fill his. Mum eats her toast and drinks her tea quickly, while Henry gulps down his cereal]
Horrid Henry: Finished!
Dad: Excellent. Two minutes.
Horrid Henry: So can I put the other four minutes towards watching TV?
Dad: Five take away two is three Henry, so it's three minutes, not four. And no, you get extra time to brush your teeth instead. Right then, clearing table - one minute thirty! [he takes Mum's mug]
Mum: But, I–
[The scene changes to the hallway]
Dad: [opens the front door and looks at his stopwatch] Hurry up, ready to leave in ten seconds! [Mum and Peter come downstairs] Henry? Ten...nine...eight [Henry comes downstairs. His jeans and shoelaces are undone and his backpack half-on] Ah, just in time. [In the background, Mum and Peter look tired] See? I knew you could do it.
[The scene changes to Henry and Peter walking to school]
Dad: [over loudspeaker] No dawdling, Henry.
Horrid Henry: I'm not dawdling. [he bumps into a tree] Oww!
Dad: [drives past them] Keep up the pace, boys. Four minutes thirty! Let's really push it to the limit. [Henry and Peter try to go faster, and they arrive at school. Dad stops the car] That was fun, eh? Beats walking, and we saved eight minutes.
Perfect Peter: Hooray!
Dad: Have a good day, boys. You're nice and early. [he drives off]
[Henry and Peter are the only ones in the playground. Later, Peter is watching TV. Henry walks in and changes the channel]
Horrid Henry: Move over, worm. It's Gross Class Zero time. [Dad comes in, blows his whistle and turns the TV off] Hey, I was watching that! At least I was going to.
Dad: Telly time's over. Check your timetable. It's bedtime now.
Horrid Henry: But it's only half past seven!
Dad: We've got an early start in the morning.
Perfect Peter: Ooh, then we do need an early night.
Horrid Henry: Worm.
[Scene cuts to show Mum and Dad's bedroom]
Dad: Didn't I tell you? So much better than rushing around all the time.
Mum: Hmmm...
Dad: No one was late for school, and there were no fights or arguments. [Mum sighs] In a few weeks' time, this will be our normal routine.
Mum: A few weeks?
Dad: Of course! Today was just a start! If we cut down on talking, it could save a whole five minutes! [turns off the light]
Mum: I was still reading!
Dad: Reading time's seven and a half minutes. It's on your timetable.
[Scene cuts to Henry entering Peters' room. Henry turns on Peter's lamp]
Perfect Peter: Henry, it's sleepy time!
Horrid Henry: I'm not sleepy!
Perfect Peter: We've got a early start tomorrow. It's on our timetables.
Horrid Henry: Huh, timetables. Worse than being in schools.
Perfect Peter: At least we weren't late today!
Horrid Henry: We were there before the teachers. Listen Peter, do you like having only five minutes to watch TV?
Perfect Peter: Well, I did miss Happy Hippos. And I didn't have time to draw Miss Lovely a picture. [Peter puts his hands to his cheeks]
Horrid Henry: That's what I am saying. We don't get time for anything! It's wash, eat, clean teeth, go to bed! [Henry stands up]
Perfect Peter: But, what can we do? Dad says it's good for us.
Horrid Henry: We'll see about that.
Perfect Peter: Henry?
[Henry changes the time on Peter's clock. Scene cuts to view of Henry's house, then cuts to Peter's clock, then Mum and Dad's bedroom. Dad turns in his bed, Mum yawns and opens her eyes after hearing the clock. The scene cuts to the kitchen in the morning, and a tired Mum and Dad walk into the kitchen to Henry standing in front of the sink]
Horrid Henry: Morning!
[Shows Mum and Dad, looking tired]
Mum: What time is it?
Dad: It's five o'clock in the morning.
Horrid Henry: Listen, I've been thinking and time management is a brilliant idea!
Dad: You have?
Horrid Henry: Yes. You see, we're not doing it properly. And we could save even more time if could do it properly.
Dad: We could?
Horrid Henry: Yes, and it's all on your new timetables. [Mum and Dad pick up the new timetables]
Mum: 5:05, morning run?
Dad: But it's 5:05 now!
Horrid Henry: Exactly.
[Scene cuts to Mum and Dad running with Peter skipping behind and Henry on a skateboard with a dog pulling it]
Dad: How much longer?
Henry: Just one more lap!
Mum: One more! [Panting as she says it] Can't we rest?
Perfect Peter: I feel great!
Horrid Henry: Haha! So do I! [Shows Henry on his skateboard and a dog lead in his hands]
[It cuts to Mum and Dad running, Dad is looking noticeably angry. The scene cuts to the house with Peter, Mum and Dad. Henry enters the scene on his skateboard and the dog pulling it. The dog avoids a tree and safely gets home. It shows Dad, looking down and panting]
Horrid Henry: Come on, Dad! We have no time to lose.
Dad: Urgh.
[It then zooms into a clock in the kitchen, then zooms out so the whole kitchen is shown]
Horrid Henry: Breakfast time!
Mum: Oh, good. I need a coffee.
Dad: I need something stronger.
Horrid Henry: Oh, I've already made breakfast!
Dad: You have? [Henry opens the fridge and Peter brings a bowl over to Mum and Dad] What's this?
Perfect Peter: It's an all-in-one breakfast! [It pans over the all in one] Cereal, tea, egg, toast, and jam.
Horrid Henry: All mixed up together.
(Mum and Dad together) Urgh!
Horrid Henry: Saves time, now get a move on!
[Scene cuts to Henry holding a stopwatch]
Horrid Henry: Get a move on! You've got 10 seconds. Ten, nine, [Mum and Dad appear into the scene] eight... Urgh. Hmm, two minutes twenty, not bad! But I think you can do better.
Dad: Sorry, Henry.
Horrid Henry: All ready to go then?
Dad: But it's only 5:45. I'll be way too early for work.
Horrid Henry: Not if you walk.
Dad: Walk?! But, it's miles!
Horrid Henry: Walking's good for you.
Perfect Peter: And it's good for the environment too.
Mum: Hmm. Think of all the petrol you'll save.
[Dad walks out of the house, looking quite miserable]
Horrid Henry: It's quicker if you run!
[Scene cuts to Mum and Dad watching TV. Dad is without his blue jacket, and both are having a good time. Henry enters the room, picks up the remote, and turns off the TV]
Dad: What? I was watching that.
Mum: Me too!
Horrid Henry: Have you read your timetable? 7:30 to 8:00, homework.
Dad: But, we haven't got any homework.
Henry: What about that? [Henry points to the computer with bills around]
Mum: Oh yes. All those bills you're always saying you'll get round to.
Horrid Henry: Oh, and don't forget that thank you letter you were going to write to Great Aunt Greta. Haha!
Mum: Oh yes. That too. [Mum gets up]
Horrid Henry: In the dining room please! Don't want you to be distracted, do we?
[Scene cuts to Mum writing a thank you letter to Great Aunt Greta and Dad doing the bills, then Peter drawing Miss Lovely a picture while Henry watches TV. It then cuts to Mum and Dad sleeping, Peter sleeping with Bunny and the Miss Lovely drawing. Meanwhile, Henry reads his Gross Class Zero comic]
Horrid Henry: [To the viewers] See? There's plenty of time to get everything done when you manage your time properly. Haha!
[Scene cuts to the the next day in the kitchen]
Dad: Have you seen my tie?
Perfect Peter: Should I lay the table?
Mum: We've overslept! Henry, where are your trousers?
Horrid Henry: Well, according to the timetable...
Dad: [takes the paper and stopwatch] Give me that timetable! No more stopwatches, no more time management... [throws the paper and stopwatch in the bin] Let's just get on like we always do. Shall we?
Horrid Henry: Fine by me.
Dad: Have you seen my tie anywhere?
Mum: We're going to be late!
[Henry and Peter both pour the cereal together. Henry winks and eats his breakfast]
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