Transcript:Horrid Henry's Perfect Day

Perfect Peter: [as the car rumbles along the road] I spy with my little eye, something beginning with... 'M'!
Horrid Henry: [feels bored and looks out of the window. He suddenly stepped out of his reverie.] Funfair!
Perfect Peter: [looks at Henry] Well, 'Funfair' doesn't begin with 'M'.
Horrid Henry: No! Funfair! [points at the funfair] Look, a funfair! [Scene was cut to display the funfair, then Henry faces his mother] I want to go! Can I, can I, can I?
Mum: [frowns] You're not going anywhere, Henry. Not after that school report.
[Flashback begins. There shows Mum flipping through Peter's school report]
Mum: 'Peter is such a joy to teach. His work in town has been simply super!' Oh, well done, Peter! [Henry tries to sneak out of the kitchen, but Mum stops him] Henry, where's your report?
Horrid Henry: [walks back in] Ummm... Uh, I must have lost it on the way home.
Perfect Peter: It's okay, Henry. [pulls out Henry's report] Look! I found it in the dustbin! [passes the torn and smudged report to his mother]
Mum: [opens the report] 'The most horrible boy in the class. And his work this term is gra--' F-?! [glares at Henry] This is even worse than last year's report!
Horrid Henry: Wow! I beat my record.
[Flashback ends]
Mum: No treats for you, Henry. Only good children deserve to go to the funfair.
Perfect Peter: [in such a way that annoyed Henry] I've been good, Mum. Can I go?
Mum: Of course you can, Peter. [Peter returned]
Horrid Henry: What? THAT'S NOT FAAAIIIRRRR!!!
[The title card appeared, and when the episode continued, it was night and Henry was sleeping.]
Horrid Henry: I want to go. I want to go to the fair. I want to go.
[In Henry's dream, a judge was flattening ducks with her gavel.]
Judge: Horrid Henry. You are charged with being willfully and horribly horrid. Does Henry deserve to go to the fair?
Perfect Peter: No! Henry melted my crayons on the radiator!
Miss Battle-Axe: Henry set off the fire alarm!
Rich Aunt Ruby: Henry was sick on my carpet!
Moody Margaret: Henry called me pretty--- [everyone gasps] ---pretty ugly. [everyone sighs in relief]
Judge: Enough, Henry! I sentence you to never, [bangs the gavel on the table] ever, go to the FAIR!
Horrid Henry: NO! I'll be good! [wakes up, dazed] I'll be good. [stares at the sunlight shining on him for a moment before his 'Eureka' moment strikes] EUREKA! THAT'S IT! I'll be good! [a halo forms above his head before disappearing] Because good children get to go to the fair.
[Scene cuts to the stairway, and Peter just walked out of his room. He then saw Henry]
Horrid Henry: Out of my way, worm. I'm taking Mum and Dad their juice. [a halo forms above his head before disappearing]
Perfect Peter: But I always take them their juice!
Horrid Henry: Too late, slow-coach.
Perfect Peter: [stares at the juice] Oh, you haven't put something horrible in there, have you, Henry?
Horrid Henry: No. Open the door.
Perfect Peter: Well, I can take it in for you. [tugs for the tray]
Horrid Henry: No! Let go! [Just then, Mum opens the door. Peter lost his balance, and the juice spilt on Peter and his mother, so it looked like Henry had caused the accident.]
Mum: Oh, don't be horrid, Henry. Go and get something to clear up this mess. [slams the door]
Horrid Henry: [surprised at the sudden change of events] Eh?
[Scene cuts to show Dad loading recyclable bags into the boot of the car. He turned around to see Peter looking at him with an angelic look]
Perfect Peter: Can I come with you, Dad? I love going to the supermarket.
Dad: Of course you can, Peter. [opens the door for Peter to go in, but Henry got in first. He stared at Henry for a moment before pointing to the house.] Out, Henry!
Horrid Henry: But that's not fair. You're taking Peter. Why can't I come?
Dad: Because, I remember the last time you came shopping.
[Flashback: The cashier was scanning the items the family was about to buy when she saw Peter, tied up and mouth taped, on the conveyer belt. She fainted.]
Horrid Henry: That was an accident! I'll be good, I promise! I just want to help. Please? [Dad scratched his chin]
[Scene cuts to show Dad walking and reading the shopping list aloud in the supermarket.]
Dad: 'Cucumber, tomatoes, salad...' [walks to another aisle]
Perfect Peter: [fighting with Henry over pushing the trolley] Dad said that I can push the trolley.
Horrid Henry: You did it last time!
Perfect Peter: DAD! Henry's being mean!
Dad: [walks towards the brothers] Don't be horrid, Henry.
Horrid Henry: [takes his hands off the handle of the trolley] It's okay. Peter can push.
Dad: [waggles the pen he was holding in the air] I don't care what--- [Henry's words sank in] What did you say???
Horrid Henry: Peter can push the trolley. I don't mind. [a halo forms above his head]
Dad: Are you feeling okay, Henry?
Horrid Henry: Fine, thank you.
Dad: [as he walks] Ummm... Well... Well done. Well done.
Horrid Henry: [his halo disappears] Being good is really hard work. [glares]
[Scene cuts to show Dad choosing items]
Dad: [turns around with a can in his hand] I don't know... How about leek and broccoli?
Perfect Peter: Errmm... yes, but Mum likes spicy parsnip.
Dad: Fine. [speaking to Henry] Henry, we need baked beans.
Perfect Peter: I know where they're, Dad.
Horrid Henry: [half shouting] It's okay, I'm on to it. [Henry starts running. Peter saw him go, and wants to beat him, he ran off with the trolley after glancing at his father. Henry saw cans of baked beans stacked one above another, and stopped.] This has possibilities. [He squatted down and proceeded to take one from the bottom. Seeing that they were about to fall, he stopped.]
Perfect Peter: [as he walks towards Henry, he gasps] Henry, don't.
Horrid Henry: Oops! Nearly forgot. [climbed up and was about to take the top can]
Dad: [walks] Henry? What are you doing? [sees Henry] Get down from there.
Horrid Henry: It's okay, Dad. I've got it! [the pyramid came into pieces and Henry falls] Woah! [After Dad and Peter see him fall, he raises the can] I've got the baked beans, Dad!
[Scene cuts to the dining room where Dad opened the door to the backyard]
Dad: Lunchtime! Peter, can you--- [Peter and Henry both run into the dining room]
Perfect Peter: Lay the table? Yes, please!
Horrid Henry: Why can't I do it? But I want to lay the table.
Dad: All right, Henry. But don't break anything. [walks away]
Perfect Peter: I always lay the table.
[The two enemies eye the cabinets, where the cutlery and tablecloth were. Henry glared at Peter, and Peter eyed the things. Then, the two of them made a spring for them. They grabbed the tablecloth and tugged it]
Horrid Henry: Let go!
Perfect Peter: You let go!
Horrid Henry: Okay, have it your way. [lets go of the tablecloth, and Peter stumbled and fell and the tablecloth was laid nicely on the table. He took advantage of Peter's fall and laid the cutlery on the table. A halo forms above his head.]
Dad: [walks in] Thank you, Peter. What a good boy you are. [Henry's halo disappeared]
[Scene cuts to the family eating dinner]
Mum: Henry, sit up properly.
Horrid Henry: I am sitting up properly.
Mum: Oh! So you are. Well, don't slurp your food.
Horrid Henry: I'm not slurping. I've eaten all my carrots. [held his bowl up for Mum to see]
Mum: Good heavens! Henry, what a good boy.
Perfect Peter: Well, I've eaten all my carrots too. [Mum leaned over to kiss Henry. Jealous, he kicked Henry under the table]
Horrid Henry: Ow! Peter kicked me.
Mum: [stands up] Peter! [clears the table and walks away with her husband]
Perfect Peter: I know what you're doing. You're only being good so you can go to the fair. But it won't work, so there.
Horrid Henry: Oh, no?
Perfect Peter: [in a determined voice] No. Because sooner or later, you'll do something horrid. You always do, smelly.
Horrid Henry: [stares at Peter menacingly and remembered that he needed to be good] I forgive you. [a halo forms above his head before disappearing]
[Scene cuts to show Henry looking at his mother gardening]
Horrid Henry: Mum? Can I do some gardening?
Mum: [looks at Henry] You? Why? [resumes gardening]
Horrid Henry: To be helpful, of course.
Mum: Well, umm... There is one job that needs doing.
Horrid Henry: [pinches his nose and stares at the pile of dung] Yuck!
Mum: You said you wanted to help! [hands Henry a spade] It's good for the roses. [walks away]
Horrid Henry: [squats and shoved the spade into the pile] Eww... Shovelling poo! This had better be worth it. [continues doing so]
Perfect Peter: [as he and Margaret emerge from the fence] There he is.
Moody Margaret: [waves her toy sword] Ha! Enemy ahoy!
Horrid Henry: Go away, Margaret. [Peter and Margaret crawled through the hole under the fence]
Moody Margaret: Captain Margaret to you. Prepare to do battle! Charge! [Peter and she ran towards Henry and he stands up] Surrender, worm!
Horrid Henry: [lifted his arms] Okay.
Moody Margaret: [shocked] What?
Horrid Henry: I surrender.
Moody Margaret: No! [waves her toy sword] First, you've got to fight. So we can tie you up and make you walk the plank. Then, you surrender.
Horrid Henry: Not today.
Moody Margaret: Oh! [takes off her pirate hat and drops it] What's the point? Come on, Peter, let's go and play Mummies and Daddies.
Perfect Peter: Oh, come back! You've got to make him fight!
Horrid Henry: [snickers] Huh! Nice try, Peter. [a halo forms above his head before disappearing. Then he continued his chore]
Perfect Peter: Eughh! [He takes off his bandana and takes some dung from the pile and piled in it, then twirled it.] Henry...
Horrid Henry: [sees what he was going to do and stands up] You wouldn't dare. [Peter threw the bandana, but Henry ducked]
Mum: Henry, I--- [the bandana full of poo landed on her face] Ugh! [wipes the dung] Peter!! Why did you do that?
Perfect Peter: Because Henry won't be horrid to me!
Mum: Peter! That is the silliest thing I have ever heard! [to Henry] Henry, I've changed my mind. You can come to the fair.
Horrid Henry: Yes! [jumps on the pile of dung and some landed on Peter's face. He cries]
[The scene cuts to the fair and the family were standing in the middle of it, looking at the rides]
Perfect Peter: Ooh, ooh, shall we go on the Teacups? Or the Hoopla? I can't decide!
Mum: I think as Henry's been such a good boy today, he should choose.
Horrid Henry: [a halo forms above his head] Okay! I'll choose... [takes the halo and puts it behind him]
[Scene cuts to Peter sitting in between his parents on a roller coaster seat]
Perfect Peter: Oh, thanks for letting me sit on the front seat, Henry!
Dad: This umm... [clears throat] isn't a scary ride, is it, Henry?
Horrid Henry: Nope! At least... I don't think so. [chuckles]
[The roller coaster finally went to the top of the track, and it came down with Mum, Dad and Peter screaming, but Henry laughing. The carriage soon reached the water, and the occupants were wet immediately. It soon went up again with them screaming, and soon it came down]
Horrid Henry: [punching his fist in the air while laughing] Yes! AGAIN! AGAIN! [chuckles]
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