Transcript:Perfect Peter's Horrid Day

(In the kitchen, everyone except Henry are eating their soup properly)
Mum: Henry, eat your soup properly.
Perfect Peter: I'm eating my soup properly!
(Henry eats his soup with a straw instead of a spoon)
Dad: (looking at Henry) Henry, use your spoon!
Perfect Peter: I'm using my spoon! (Henry sneezes and makes the soup land on his face) Mum!
Mum: Don't be horrid, Henry! Look at the mess!
(Henry laughs)
Perfect Peter: I didn't make a mess, Mum!
(Mum cleans the table while she and Dad clean the plates. Henry throws bread at Peter)
Perfect Peter: Ow!
Dad: (while holding the chicken) Henry, stop throwing food! (places the chicken)
Mum: (sighing) Why can't we just have a normal Sunday dinner?
(Henry laughs while putting a balloon on the chicken and blowing it)
Dad: This is a normal Sunday dinner.
Perfect Peter: I'm being normal!
(Scene cuts to everyone trying to have chicken. Dad tries to cut it, but it explodes)
Horrid Henry: Wow!
Mum: HENRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! (chases Henry and Dad follows along)
Perfect Peter: It doesn't matter how perfect I am. Nobody notices! But everyone notices how horrid Henry is! It's not fair! What if I were horrid? Yes! Tomorrow, I'm going to be like Henry! I'm going to be... HORRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!
(Title card shows)
(Scene cuts to the whole house which is a mess)
Mum: Everyone up! This house is a mess! Great Aunt Greta's coming to tea! I want you all on your best behaviour!
Horrid Henry: Great Aunt Greta? Ugh! She thinks I'm a girl!
(Scene cuts to Peter's room getting out of bed trying to be perfect)
Devil Peter: Come on, Peter, now's your chance to be horrid!
Angel Peter: No Peter, you were born to be good!
Devil Peter: Get lost, you! Come on Peter, do your worst!
Perfect Peter: (taking off his pyjama shirt while Devil Peter gives a thumbs up) I'm not going to fold my pajamas. And I'm not going to make my bed, either! That's really horrid. And this is even worse!
Mum: (opening the door) Good morning! Peter? What's this?
Perfect Peter: I know. I know!
Mum: Oh! Clever you to remember it's wash day!
Devil Peter: Come on Peter, you'll have to do better than that.
Perfect Peter: Right. I'm absolutely going to be more horrid, after breakfast. (comes out of his room, dropping a tea towel in the floor. Henry comes out of his bedroom and runs downstairs)
Horrid Henry: Out of my way, worm! (he kicks the basket, making the clothes fall)
Perfect Peter: Oh...
(Scene cuts outside while Dad is picking up weeds)
Dad: Stupid weeds! You knew Great Aunt Greta was coming, didn't you? Henry, what are you doing?
Horrid Henry: Um... I'm looking for slugs. (drops a slug in the bucket) Look, I've got loads already.
Dad: Lovely, Henry. Well, just stay away from my flowers.
(Peter comes outside. He looks at Dad's watering bottle. He picks it up and sprays Henry, making him scream)
Dad: Henry!
Horrid Henry: It was Peter's fault! He sprayed me!
Dad: Don't tell lies, Henry.
Perfect Peter: It's true, I sprayed him.
Dad: Well, Henry, you should have got out of the way when Peter was watering the flowers.
Horrid Henry: What's the big idea?
Perfect Peter: You're not the only one that can be horrid. (he tries to laugh, but later on he coughs)
Horrid Henry: You call THAT horrid? Ha!
Mum: (to Henry) Henry, you're filthy! I can't have Great Aunt Greta seeing you like that. Bath. Now.
Horrid Henry: But...
Mum: Now!
Horrid Henry: (growling) You'll pay for this!
Dad: Peter, be a good boy, and empty the slugs out the back. Can't have Great Aunt Greta seeing them.
Perfect Peter: Oh, I can't believe it! What do I have to do to get into trouble?
Mum: Peter, be a good boy and put these on the living room table for Great Aunt Greta.
Perfect Peter: Yes, Mum! Ooh, chocolates. Ooh.
Angel Peter: Peter, tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking.
Devil Peter: Come on, Peter, you can do it!
(Scene shows the living room)
Perfect Peter: (places the chocolate box and puts a slug. He laughs evilly and eats a chocolate) Now, I'm truly horrid! (laughs evilly again) And I spoke with my mouth full.
(Scene cuts to Henry's family's house. Next, scene cuts to Henry having a bath)
Horrid Henry: Ugh. When I'm King, (in Henry's fantasy) no one will be allowed to be more horrid than me, especially not my goody two shoes wormy little brother. (splashes water, while Peter takes the tea towel and laughs) Huh?
(Scene cuts to the front yard while Great Aunt Greta walking to Henry's house)
Dad: Great Aunt Greta, how lovely it is to see you again.
Great Aunt Greta: Of course it is. Oh! (Peter comes in with a shovel) What's happened to your flowers? (Peter places the shovel)
Dad: Oh, uh, they're for my um... pressed flower collection. (Peter laughs)
Great Aunt Greta: Really? (she and Dad walk into Henry's house but Great Aunt Greta steps on something horrid and groans in disgust)
(In Henry's house, Henry runs down the stairs and Mum drags him)
Mum: Henry. Your Great Aunt Greta's here. Be nice, and don't you dare touch her chocolates.
Horrid Henry: Mmm, chocolates. (he runs in the living room while Mum opens the front door)
Mum: Great Aunt Greta, welcome!
(In the living room, Henry opens the chocolate box and it shows slugs instead)
Horrid Henry: Huh? My slugs, how did they get here? (gasps) Peter?! Peter's done this! Wow. I'm almost impressed.
(In the hall, Peter walks to Great Aunt Greta)
Perfect Peter: Hello, Great Aunt Greta.
Great Aunt Greta: Oh, hello dear. (she kisses Peter)
Perfect Peter: Are you smelly, Great Aunt Greta? That was horrid.
Great Aunt Greta: No dear, I don't have a telly.
Perfect Peter: Come and have some chocolates, Great Aunt Greta. They're specially for you.
Horrid Henry: Oh no! There's no way Peter's going to get the credit for this! (puts the slugs in his pocket and groans)
Great Aunt Greta: Oh, there you are, Henrietta.
Horrid Henry: I'm a boy!
Great Aunt Greta: Oh yes, lovely curls you've got, now come and give your Great Aunt Greta a nice, big kiss. (she kisses Henry, but Henry groans)
Mum: Stop fidgeting, Henry, and sit down while I get the tea.
(Henry laughs)
Great Aunt Greta: Ants in your pants, Henrietta?
Horrid Henry: No, Great Aunt Greta.
Perfect Peter: Please, Great Aunt Greta, have a chocolate?
Great Aunt Greta: Oh, I love chocolates. Peter, you are a dear, sweet boy. (she opens the chocolate box while Henry laughs) Oh. It's empty.
Perfect Peter: Empty?
Mum: Empty?! HENRY!!! (she grabs Henry and made the slugs land on Great Aunt Greta making her scream in horror)
Dad: Leaving already, Great Aunt Greta? (Great Aunt Greta continues screaming) Do come again soon.
(Scene cuts to the living room while Mum is angry at Henry)
Mum: That was horrid, Henry! Simply horrid!
Horrid Henry: Why, thank you.
Perfect Peter: But, Mum, it was me!
Mum: Go to your room right now, Henry, and no television all day.
Horrid Henry: I'm the only horrid one in this house, and don't you forget it.
Mum: Oh, thank you Peter, you're such a good boy. (walks out of the living room)
Devil Peter: 'Such a good boy, Peter!'
Angel Peter: Let's face it, Peter, you're bad at being horrid, but great at being good!
Devil Peter: But...
Angel Peter: Get lost, you!
Devil Peter: Grrr!
Perfect Peter: From now on, I'm going to be the most perfect boy ever! (he carries the plates and walks with them, but Henry puts a slug in the floor and makes Peter trip, dropping the tea set)
Mum: PETERRRRRRR!
Perfect Peter: Henry... (crying) it's not fair!
Horrid Henry: Nope. It's horrid! (laughs evilly)
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