Transcript: Horrid Henry, Rockstar!

(Scene cuts to Henry with his loud music on. Audience chant 'Henry!')
Horrid Henry: Yeah! Zero Zombies rule! (bangs drums)
Mum: Henry? Henry! (Henry's things changes from drums to his homework things) Henry! (turns off Henry's boombox) You're supposed to be doing your homework.
Horrid Henry: I am doing homework: rockstar's homework!
Mum: Rockstars don't do homework, Henry.
Horrid Henry: Cool! So, I don't have to do homework?
Mum: Henry! You are not a rockstar, and you never will be. So the sooner you get that idea out of your head and get on with your homework, the better. (Henry drums) And stop drumming! If I hear you doing that one more time... (Henry drums loudly) Right! That's it, Henry! You're grounded!
Horrid Henry: But...
Mum: No buts, Henry! You will stay in every night this week and do. Your. Homework!
Horrid Henry: But what about band practice? The Zero Zombies can't practice without me.
Mum: Well, they're going to have to practice without you.
Horrid Henry: Well, that's not fair!
Mum: Homework, Henry! (shuts the door)
Horrid Henry: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
(Title card shows)
Horrid Henry: Oh, it's so not fair! I'm the lead singer of the Zero Zombies, and they need me!
Fang: Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Horrid Henry: Ed Banger would know what to do. EUREKA! THAT'S IT! (writes a letter) Dear, Mr Banger. Correction. Mr Ed Banger. I am writing to ask you for advice and help.
Perfect Peter: (comes in) Mum wants you to know if you're doing your homework.
Horrid Henry: Go away, worm.
Perfect Peter: That means you're not doing your homework. (closes the door) Mum!
Horrid Henry: They're writing to beg you for your advice and help. See, I have a wormy-worm little brother and mean horrible parents (Mum comes in and sees Henry writing) who are always nagging me to do my homework. (Mum closes the door) So, what I want to know... (scene changes to night time) What homework do you have to do to be a rockstar? Thanking you in advance. Your biggest fan, Henry.
Mum: Time to brush your teeth, boys!
Horrid Henry: Oh. (continues writing his letter) P.S. Do rockstars have to brush their teeth?
Mum: Bedtime, boys.
Horrid Henry: Uh oh! (turns off the lamp and heads straight to bed)
Mum: (opens the door) Oh! You're already in bed, Henry! Are you feeling okay?
Horrid Henry: Yes, thank you. Just having an early night.
Mum: Did you brush your teeth?
Horrid Henry: Yes. This morning.
Mum: Then, night-night, Henry. (closes the door)
(That morning, Henry has a very quick breakfast and leaves the letter behind. He realized he forgot his letter, so he quickly goes back to the kitchen and gets it and leaves)
Mum: Bye, Henry.
Horrid Henry: Bye, Mum. (slams the door) Out of my way, worm. (drops the letter)
Perfect Peter: (picks up the letter) You dropped something, Henry.
(Margaret and her dad comes out of the house)
Horrid Henry: That's mine, worm.
Perfect Peter: Have you written your letter, Henry?
Horrid Henry: None of your business, smelly nappy baby.
(Peter and Henry run towards Ashton Primary School while Henry puts the letter into the mailbox, but he drops it, and Margaret picks it up)
Rude Ralph: Henry. We've just got our first Zero Zombies gig!
Horrid Henry: Cool! Where?
Rude Ralph: My granddad's birthday party!
Horrid Henry: Oh, way to go! But, does he like Zero Zombies?
Rude Ralph: He will do. Come on.
Moody Margaret: So, the Zero Zombies have got their first gig, and they don't have a lit cigarette anymore! Oh! Shame. Ha!
Miss Battle-Axe: So, as I was saying, blah, blah blah blah, blah blah...
Rude Ralph: So, band practice at my house, then.
Horrid Henry: Uh, can't make it tonight.
Rude Ralph: Why not?
Moody Margaret: Oh, please, Miss! (Henry and Ralph look shocked while she points at Henry) Henry's talking.
Miss Battle-Axe: Henry, leave the classroom, now.
Horrid Henry: But Miss!
Miss Battle-Axe: Out. Now.
(Henry gets out of the classroom and leaves)
Moody Margaret: He can't make band practice tonight because he's had a terrible disease! That means, he has to go to bed early, and, he's not allowed to sing anymore!
Rude Ralph: Really? Poor Henry!
Moody Margaret: Oh, it's a terrible affliction! Who knows when he'll recover?
Rude Ralph: Hope it enjoys my granddad's birthday party. It's our first gig.
Moody Margaret: Definitely won't be in time for your first gig. But don't worry, Ralph. I'll find you a new lead singer.
Rude Ralph: Uh, you will?
Moody Margaret: Of course! Leave it to me. Oh, and, Henry doesn't want anyone else to know about it. So it's best not to say anything to him, okay?
Rude Ralph: Uh, okay.
(Miss Battle-Axe stops writing on the chalkboard and faces the students. Outside, Henry and Ralph meet each other)
Horrid Henry: Oh, there you are, Ralph. Listen, I can't come tonight, because...
Rude Ralph: It's okay, Henry. I know all about it.
Horrid Henry: Oh. Okay. Cool. But, I won't let you down on the big day, I promise.
Rude Ralph: Ummm... Yes. I knew that.
Miss Battle-Axe: Henry. A word now, please.
Moody Margaret: Hey, guys! Meet your new lead singer!
Rude Ralph: Who?
Moody Margaret: Me! Band practice will be at my treehouse 6 o'clock sharp! Make sure you're there on time!
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