Transcript: Moody Margaret Moves In

Perfect Peter: It... It won't be easy to find your 20p, Henry. There must be a billion germs in here. (Henry slams the lid shut) Ow!
Horrid Henry: Make that billion and one!
Mum: Henry, have you seen Peter?
Horrid Henry: Peter? Ummm... Let me think...
Mum: I need to talk to you both. Margaret's coming to stay.
Horrid Henry: Moody Margaret? Coming to stay here?
Mum: Yes, while her parents are on holiday.
Perfect Peter: Oooh, goody. [pops out of the garbage bin]
Mum: Huh?
Perfect Peter: I love having guests.
Mum: [gasps] Henry! How could you be so horrid?
Horrid Henry: I was just tidying up.
Mum: But... But... No pocket money for a month! And as you've been so horrid to Peter, Margaret can have your room.
Horrid Henry: My room? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
[Title card shows, then the episode cuts to the next day]
Dad: Now, I expect both of you to make Margaret to stay a pleasant one.
Horrid Henry: Huh?
Dad: Shall I run through the basics of hospitality again, Henry?
[doorbell rings]
Perfect Peter: Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! She's here!
[everyone rushes to the door, then chatter begins]
Horrid Henry: There should be a law about who gets to stay in your room. She's going to spy on my things, play with my toys, read my comics!
Margaret's mum: Thanks so much for having Margaret to stay. She's such a little angel. Isn't it right, precious?
Moody Margaret: Yes, Mum.
Perfect Peter: Welcome to our home! May I take those? [carries toy boxes] You're sleeping in Henry's room, but don't worry. I've cleaned it.
Margaret's dad: She'll be no trouble. Margaret's always polite, eats everything and never complains. Good as gold, aren't you, precious?
[Margaret giggles]
Margaret's mum: See you in a week's time!
[Everyone leaves the room, except for Margaret and Henry]
Moody Margaret: Henry...
Horrid Henry: Margaret...
Moody Margaret: I'm the guest, so you'd better be polite. [drops her luggages onto Henry's feet]
Horrid Henry: Aaah!
Moody Margaret: [sighs and claps] Show me to my room.
Horrid Henry: (steam comes out of his ears) It's my room!
(Peter sighs while he carries the toy boxes)
Mum: We hope you'll be very comfortable here, Margaret.
Moody Margaret: There's too much dust. I'm allergic to dust. (fake sneezes)
Mum: Oh, dear. Well, don't worry, we'll vacuum.
Dad and Horrid Henry: We will?
Moody Margaret: Uh, I always eat at 6:00 at my house. It's 6:00. I'm hungry.
Mum: Fine. We'll eat early.
Perfect Peter: Oh!
(Henry kicks the toy boxes, making them fall to the floor)
Perfect Peter: Oh, watch out!
Horrid Henry: Peter, these things belong to our guest! You should be more careful! (laughs)
(Moody Margaret screams, damaging some of the hallway area, then Mum and Dad shrug)
(Everyone eats dinner. Dad offers Margaret a sprout)
Dad: For you, Margaret.
Moody Margaret: I don't like sprouts, and I like my corn OFF the cob.
Mum: Fine. Give it to me.
Moody Margaret: And put the corn on a separate plate. I don't like vegetables touching my meat.
Horrid Henry: Yeah! And put Margaret in a separate room. I don't like looking at her.
Moody Margaret: Argh. Ouch! (fake crying) Henry kicked me!
Horrid Henry: No, I didn't!
Perfect Peter: (gasps) This is so embarrassing.
Mum: Oh, don't be horrid, Henry.
(A 'When I'm King' fantasy starts)
Horrid Henry: When I'm king, I'll show Margaret who's... who's... king.
(Fantasy ends)
Mum: Henry, stop playing with your food.
(Everyone else eats dinner, Henry throws the sprout at Margaret, dodges, hits the vase, then everyone gasps)
Mum: Henry.
Dad: You've already lost your pocket money for one month, Henry. We can make it two if you don't start behaving now.
(Margaret spins her spoon, Henry growls)
Perfect Peter: Good night, Bunny. (kisses Bunny)
Horrid Henry: (gags) Good night, Bunny. Oh, yuck! (puts the radio on the ground, sees a fake spider making him scream, waking up Peter, then Margaret runs out of the room, laughing) Margaret! (picks up the spider and shows it to Peter)
Perfect Peter: (screams) Get it off!
Horrid Henry: Margaret did this, Peter. Why don't you tell Mum and get Margaret into trouble for a change?
Perfect Peter: Tell on a guest, but I couldn't. It's bad manners.
Horrid Henry: Bad manners? You're a wormy worm! She's in there snooping through all my stuff! EUREKA! THAT'S IT! Yes! Margaret is our guest. If she wants to snoop, then it's my duty to make it easier for her. (takes off slippers) Tomorrow is going to be the return of Henry. (laughs)
(Fluffy stares at a night sky, then presses the select button on the TV remote to switch the scene to sunrise. In the morning, Margaret is playing the trumpet, making her scream and hide under the sofa, waking the family up, then Henry adds loud music)
(Family) Huh?
Dad: What?
Mum: Stop it! Stop it at once!
(Music stops)
Mum: Oh, for goodness sake! It's 6:00 in the morning!
Moody Margaret: I always wake up at 6:00. And I always practice before breakfast. (plays trumpet at Mum)
Mum: Fine. Then let's go downstairs and make you some breakfast right now. (she and Margaret go downstairs for breakfast)
Horrid Henry: All clear! Operation bye-bye Margaret is a go! (goes to his room, but girl stuff is inside) Ugh! Girl stuff! In my room! (takes out a Purple Hand Gang box, opens it, finds a book, then writes a diary while Margaret comes to his room)
Moody Margaret: Hey! What are you doing?
Horrid Henry: Nothing! Ummm... nothing! I'mma... I'm just writing in my diary!
Moody Margaret: Diary? Oh! I didn't know you had a diary!
Horrid Henry: It's secret. My secret thoughts. Not to be read by the likes of you, which is why I keep it in this box, which I lock with this key. (kicks the box into the bed) And that's where it stays. Now, if you excuse me, I have teeth to clean. (tries to put the key in his pocket but falls and shines, making Margaret pick it up and open the box to see his diary, then closes the door) Once a snoop, always a snoop. (laughs)
Moody Margaret: 'Dear Diary. I'm really, really worried that she's going to put Peter in the rubbish bin. Oh, Peter would never tell on a guest, so I'd be blamed, and really, really punished. Hmmm, my life would be over and it had all be Margaret's fault.' (laughs)
Perfect Peter: When I said your wish is my command, this wasn't exactly what I have in mind.
Moody Margaret: (sighs) What are you going to do? Tell?
Perfect Peter: I would never tell on a guest.
Moody Margaret: Good. Watch your fingers. (closes the rubbish bin) Oh, over here. Don't forget this one. (chuckles) Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah! Henry's going to get it. Oh!
Horrid Henry: (laughs) Operation bye-bye Margaret, phase two! Email sent.
Mum: Henry, have you seen Peter?
Horrid Henry: Yes. He's going to live in the dump, because he's rubbish.
Mum: (gasps) Peter! Peter! (rushes with Dad to rescue Peter)
Horrid Henry: (grunts) Operation bye-bye Margaret, (grunts) phase three! (drops the bag out of the window)
Mum: Henry, I warned you what would happen if you did this again.
Horrid Henry: I didn't do it! Ask Peter who did it!
Dad: Well...
Perfect Peter: Ummm...
Moody Margaret: Remember, never tell on a guest.
Horrid Henry: Remember, never tell a lie.
Perfect Peter: You were right. I have to tell the truth. It was... Margaret!
(Margaret gasps)
Mum: Margaret! How could you be so horrid?!
Moody Margaret: Argh! You set me up!
Horrid Henry: And why did you throw all my stuff out the window?
Moody Margaret: I did what?
Dad: You did what?!
(Margaret gasps, Mum, Dad, and her go to the window, then Mum gasps because Henry's stuff is outside)
Mum: This is disgraceful behaviour, young lady. If your parents were here, you would be on your way home!
(doorbell rings)
Horrid Henry: Hold that thought!
Dad: Ugh, who can that be? (opens the door)
Margaret's dad: We're so sorry Margaret's been causing trouble.
Margaret's mum: We came as soon as we got your email.
Dad: What email? (looks at Mum)
Margaret's dad: Don't think you would be punished, young lady. (takes Margaret home)
Moody Margaret: But...
Margaret's mum: You're coming home with us right now.
Horrid Henry: I'll have your stuff sent home/over.
Moody Margaret: Argh!
(door shuts)
Dad: She's gone! (chuckles)
Mum: Yes! (chuckles)
Dad: You sent the email, didn't you?
Horrid Henry: You know what this means, don't you? No sweets for ten years! No TV until I can drive! But it was worth it. Yes, I sent the email.
Mum: Hmmm... that was a really horrid thing to do, Henry. So, umm... go to your room.
Horrid Henry: Go to my room? That's it?
Dad: Yes. Go to your room.
Horrid Henry: My room! (runs to his room)
(Mum and Dad chuckles)
Horrid Henry: Sweeter words were never spoken! (closes the door)
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