Transcript:Horrid Henry's Christmas

(Scene shows Henry and his family in an elevator inside Toy Heaven)
Horrid Henry: I'm going to ask him for a million pounds! A parrot, a motorbike, a swimming pool, a trampoline, uhhh...
Mum: What about you, Peter?
Perfect Peter: I'm still choosing.
Horrid Henry: It's Christmas Eve! You'd better hurry!
Perfect Peter: Mum!
Mum: Don't be horrid, Henry.
(elevator dings, and its doors open)
(Mum and Dad together) Whoa!
Horrid Henry: Wow!
Perfect Peter: Ooh!
Horrid Henry: Toy Heaven! (on top of a train) All aboard! Choo choo!
Mum: Henry! Get down!
(Henry laughs)
Dad: Now!
Horrid Henry: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I want one of those, two of these, all of that! Wow! A boom-boom basher! (picks up a controller) Santa better get me one, or else. (activates the boom-boom basher, then it heads straight to the family. Peter looks shocked when he sees it coming)
Perfect Peter: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
(Title card shows)
(Peter lands on the balls)
Horrid Henry: (throws his pirate hat and sees Ralph) Ralph! (runs towards him)
Singing Soraya: Oi!
Moody Margaret: Watch out!
(Henry and Ralph high five each other)
Rude Ralph: I want a galactic goo shooter! It's really cool! Green goo everywhere! (laughs)
Horrid Henry: Green goo? Cool! I want one too!
Santa: Next!
(The family walks into Santa's igloo)
Horrid Henry: I want a galactic goo shooter more than anything! Oh, and the boom boom basher, too!
(Mum and Dad shake themselves as thinking 'no')
Santa: (chuckles) Well, um...
Perfect Peter: Here, this is for you, Santa. (gives Santa a present)
Santa: Ho ho, thank you, young man. That is so kind. And what do you want for Christmas?
Perfect Peter; I would like, a dictionary, some seeds, a geometry kit, and, stamps, please. No toys. I've got plenty already, thanks.
Horrid Henry: What about me!? What about my presents?
Santa: Well, we'll see about that.
Horrid Henry: Great! When grown-ups say, 'We'll see,' that always mean yes!
(At home, everyone except Henry tidy the house. Henry is staring at the snow)
Mum: Henry! Come and help tidy up! Aunt Ruby and cousin Steve will be here any minute!
Horrid Henry: Why did they have to come for Christmas? Aunt Ruby only ever gives me socks.
Dad: I know. Maybe you could try being nicer to Steve.
Horrid Henry: I hate cousin Steve. You wanna know why I hate cousin Steve? (flashback shows Henry's house) This is my house. (flashback shows Steve's house) This is Steve's house. (flashback shows Henry's paddling pool) This is my paddling pool. (flashback shows Steve's paddling pool) This is Steve's paddling pool. (flashback ends) I think you get the picture.
Dad: Henry, help your mother please.
Horrid Henry: (accidentally activates the hoover and hits Mum) Whoa!
Mum: Whoa! 
(Henry hits Peter with the hoover)
Perfect Peter: Whoa!
Dad: Henry, watch out! (Henry hits Dad with the hoover) Whoa... whoa...
(Henry hits the Christmas tree, and the hoover sucks up the decorations. Dad falls off the ladder and crashes into everybody. Everyone except Dad coughs)
Mum: Oh no! It's Ruby!
Rich Aunt Ruby: The door was open, so we thought we'd let ourselves in.
Stuck-Up Steve: What a dump!
Rich Aunt Ruby: Shhh! Remember what I told you about being rude to poor people? Now, put the presents under the... tree! And, these are for you, sweetie!
(Henry and Peter together) Woah!
Stuck-Up Steve: I'm getting a galactic goo shooter.
Horrid Henry: Really? I'm getting one too.
Stuck-Up Steve: And a boom boom basher.
Horrid Henry: Me too!
Stuck-Up Steve: And that's your mother. Santa's bringing the rest.
Horrid Henry: If he has any room after all mine.
Dad: Boys, why don't you go outside and, uh... see who can build the biggest snowman.
Horrid Henry: Huh?
Stuck-Up Steve: What? (Peter builds an ice angel while Henry and Steve build a pile of snow) Look, mine's bigger than yours already. (While Steve builds a bigger pile of snow, Henry takes the snow and puts it on his pile. Steve gets shocked to see that, so he tries to put more snow on his pile. However, Henry just takes them onto his pile, making it even bigger. He puts his hand on top of the pile to prevent Henry taking his snow) So, that's how you want to play. (takes Henry's snow and puts it on his pile. They swap snow, thinking they should be bigger. Peter notices them doing this and continues building his ice angel until he's finished)
Perfect Peter: Finished!
(Steve and Henry stop swapping snow to look at Peter's ice angel)
Horrid Henry: (points at Peter's ice angel) That's not a snowman.
Stuck-Up Steve: Yes. Snowmen don't have wings. (breaks one of Peter's ice angel wings, but Peter gasps) Now, it looks more like a snowman.
Horrid Henry: Hey! He's my brother!
Perfect Peter: Oh, thanks, Henry.
Horrid Henry: So I get to break it.
Perfect Peter: (sees Henry and Steve breaking his ice angel) Oh! (cries)
(Henry and Steve put snow on their pile)
Stuck-Up Steve: Mine's the biggest.
Horrid Henry: MINE'S the biggest.
(Henry and Steve together) MINE'S THE BIGGEST!!!
(Snow from the roof falls into Henry and Stuck-Up Steve while Peter laughs)
Horrid Henry: Woah! I'm trapped!
Stuck-Up Steve: I'm more trapped than you are.
(Perfect Peter puts ice on Henry and Steve's heads)
Horrid Henry: No, I'm more trapped!
(Henry and Steve together) MUM!
(More snow lands on Henry and Steve)
Mum: There.
Rich Aunt Ruby: Oh, Peter, that is pretty.
Perfect Peter: I knitted it myself.
Stuck-Up Steve: I had to have mine specially made.
Perfect Peter: Mum! We've forgot the minced pie and milk for Santa!
Mum: Uh... coming right up!
Horrid Henry: I wish tomorrow will come now.
Stuck-Up Steve: Why? So you can watch me open all the presents you wish you had?
Perfect Peter: Christmas is about giving, not receiving.
(Henry and Steve together) Silence, worm!
Stuck-Up Steve: If you're nice, I might let you have a go on my galactic goo-shooter.
Horrid Henry: No, thank you, I'll have my own.
Stuck-Up Steve: We'll see and find out, shall we? (laughs wickedly)
(Henry puts a clip on Steve's trousers and laughs. Floorboard creaks; Fluffy shrieks after Henry trod on his tail. Henry drops the torch down the stairs. He shakes a box, and the box rattles)
Horrid Henry: That's a galactic goo-shooter, alright. Merry Christmas, Steve? Rats. For Steve, for Steve, for Steve, for Steve, for Steve, for Steve. For me? Socks? That's not fair. Oops. What? I'm doing Steve a favour, he definitely needs more socks than I do. (yells happily) Merry Christmas! Time to open the presents!
Stuck-Up Steve: Hey!
Mum: Wait! Breakfast first.
(Steve's trousers flew off, and Henry and Peter both laugh at Steve)
Dad: Okay, let's open the presents.
Perfect Peter: Hooray!
Horrid Henry: Here! This one's for you.
Stuck-Up Steve: (throws the socks) Oh, for Henry.
Horrid Henry: (opens the present and gets a fax machine) Fax machine? This is supposed to be a galactic goo-shooter.
Mum: That's odd, I got that fax for your Dad.
Stuck-Up Steve: (opens the present and gets a pink dress) What's this? A joke?
Dad: And, I got that for you.
Rich Aunt Ruby: Cello music? But I don't play the cello.
Perfect Peter: Oh, a dried flower arrangement, just what I've always wanted.
Dad: Wasn't that for Aunt Ruby?
Mum: What's this?
Dad: Yes! I got a boom-boom basher!
Stuck-Up Steve: Hey! That's not fair! I wanted one of those.
Rich Aunt Ruby: Someone must've switched the labels.
Horrid Henry: Do you think I wanted a fax machine?
Mum: The labels have been switched, Henry. Can you tell us how that happened?
Horrid Henry: No! I really can't.
Dad: Then who did it?
Perfect Peter: Santa! Santa must've got all muddled up!
Horrid Henry: Yes! It must've been Santa!
Perfect Peter: But, why would Santa give us the wrong presents?
Mum: I suppose Santa must've been so busy, he mixed them all up.
Perfect Peter: (chuckles) Silly Santa!
Dad: Well, we'll just have to be Santa's helpers and work out which present is whose.
Perfect Peter: Aww, but I love my present.
Rich Aunt Ruby: I suppose I could learn to play the cello.
Perfect Peter: I could teach you, Aunt Ruby.
Mum: Here, Henry, you have this... thing. (gives Henry the present)
Horrid Henry: Wow! Thanks, Mum!
Stuck-Up Steve: Hey! That's mine!
Dad: That's enough, Steve. You can share my boom-boom basher.
Stuck-Up Steve: Okay, then, but I get first go. (activates the boom boom basher) Yeah! Go boom-boom basher!
Horrid Henry: Go goo go! Take that!
(Henry shoots goo all over the boom-boom basher all over Rich Aunt Ruby, Dad, Mum, Stuck-Up Steve and Peter, and now they're mad)
(All five together) Don't be horrid, Henry!
Horrid Henry: Merry Christmas, everybody! (shoots goo all over the screen)
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