Transcript:Horrid Henry Who Stole Mr Kill?

(Henry comes home from school while panting and takes out his Killer Boy Rats CD player)
Horrid Henry: Killer Boy Rats! Full blast!
Dad: Wipe your feet, Henry.
(Henry wipes his feet and imitates like a plane while rushing to his room, but gets shocked when he sees the room tidy)
Horrid Henry: Not again! It takes weeks of hard work to get your room just how you like it. And someone messes it up! (opens the toy cupboard and throws his stuff to where they belong) This goes here. And here. (continues throwing his stuff) Okay, where's my mutant cyborg spiders? (takes one of his spiders) I can't get up without them.
Dad: (comes to Henry's room) For the last time, Henry. Time to get up! (exclaims like a monkey after stepping on Henry's mutant cyborg spiders)
Horrid Henry: (yawns while waking up) Morning, Dad. (continues throwing his stuff and lies on the bed after he's done) There! (wakes up and looks shocked) Wait a minute. Where's Mr Kill? Where's Mr Kill? WHO STOLE MR KILL?!
(Title card appears)
Horrid Henry: Torch, scissors, notepad and pen. Check. Boot polish, lucky rotten duck egg, fake dog poo. Check. I'm going to get you back, Mr Kill. Then I'm going to get whoever took you. (imagines of him driving a police car. While he exits, he eats a lollipop) Detective Henry always gets his man. (imagination ends) It smells like an inside job. (stares at his pictures of his family members) Dodgy Dad. But why?
(flashback begins with Dad looking at some bent golf clubs)
Dad: Henry? (Sees Henry bending another golf club) Henry!
Horrid Henry: Ta-da! (kicks a soccer ball into the window)
Dad: Henry! (Henry, pretending to be Tarzan, lands on Dad's flower bed) Oh, you really are horrid, Henry!
(flashback ends)
Horrid Henry: Yeah, Dad. You can run, but you can't hide. 
(Scene shows the kitchen)
Horrid Henry: (looks at his watch) 4:35 pm. Suspect cooking healthy food in kitchen. (sees chicken, making it look like it's Mr Kill, making his gasp) No! Don't cook Mr Kill!
Dad: What?
Horrid Henry: You took Mr Kill! While I was at school! And now you want us to eat him!
Dad: Don't be horrid, Henry. Look, it's a chicken.
Horrid Henry: Oh.
Dad: And, I was at work when you were at school.
Horrid Henry: Oh. Suspect has alibi.
Dad: Maybe, Mr Kill left home. You're always throwing him around and stamping on him.
Horrid Henry: Mr Kill would never leave me!
Dad: Well then, look in your fort. Maybe you left him there.
Horrid Henry: No, I didn't leave him. He was stolen. 
(Scene shows the backyard)
Horrid Henry: (looks in his backyard) Mr Kill, where are you?
Moody Margaret: I'm in charge because it's my garden.
Sour Susan: (sighs) But, you're always in charge in my garden, too.
Moody Margaret: Well, someone has to be in charge around here.
Horrid Henry: Oh yeah. Now, there's someone who has a motive. Moody Margaret. She's always wanted to get me back.
(flashback shows)
Perfect Peter: Is she going to be all right?
Horrid Henry: She'll pull through.
Moody Margaret: (screams) WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DOLLY?! (sees Henry wreaking running away after giving Peter her doll) You'll pay for this, Henry!
(flashback ends)
Horrid Henry: Revenge and ransom. To perfect motives. Moody Margaret kidnapped Mr Kill.
Moody Margaret: (while digging up a hole with a shovel) Well, what's wrong with being second in command?
Sour Susan: (while digging up a hole with a shovel) It's not first in command, is it?
Moody Margaret: Ah, yes, but it's better than being third in command, believe me. (drops their time capsule)
Horrid Henry: Oh no! They're burying Mr Kill!
Sour Susan: (while putting the dirt back into the hole) Oh, we could both be first in command.
Moody Margaret: (while putting the dirt back into the hole) That's a stupid idea.
Sour Susan: (leaves) Oh, that's it! I'm going home.
Moody Margaret! (leaves) That's why you'll never be in command.
Horrid Henry: (runs to the hole and digs it up) They'll pay for this, Mr Kill.
Moody Margaret: What are you doing to my time capsule?
Horrid Henry: Time capsule?
Moody Margaret: Yes, it's supposed to stay there for a thousand years.
Horrid Henry: I was looking for Mr Kill. You took him!
Moody Margaret: (holds up a water gun) I wouldn't want your smelly old Mr Kill! Now, get out! You're trespassing!
Horrid Henry: But, someone stole Mr Kill!
Moody Margaret: Good. Maybe, you'll have someone nicer than you to play with. One, two, (Henry runs out just in time before the water catches him) three! (tries to spray water, but the door closes, reflecting the water, and landing it on her, making her scream) I'll... I'll get you, Henry!
Horrid Henry: (draws an X on Margaret while at home) Innocent. So, who wants to get back at me more than Margaret? (stares at Peter) Of course! My goody-goody two-shoes wormy little brother! (while in Peter's room, he makes a mess as trying to find Mr Kill, then closes the cupboard, looking for him) Where has the worm put him?
Perfect Peter: I'll do all my homework after I cleaned my cello, Mum. (looks at the mess, then gasps) Look at all this mess! Mum!
Horrid Henry: (covers Peter's mouth) You did it! You stole Mr Kill! You've been waiting to get back at me!
Perfect Peter: (mumbling) For what?
Horrid Henry: Everything!
(flashback begins with Henry building a sandcastle under Peter)
(Perfect Peter: (pops out of the sandcastle) Mum! Henry's being horrid!
(flashback ends)
Horrid Henry: We'd have got first prize sandcastle competition if you hadn't started blubbering!
Perfect Peter: Mum!
Horrid Henry: (covers Peter's mouth again) And that's not all!
(flashback begins again, showing Peter reading a book)
Perfect Peter: What a perfect day, not a cloud in the sky. The birds tweeting softly as their wings flutter... (screams when he gets pulled up by the rope, dropping his book)
(flashback ends)
Horrid Henry: Not even a thank you for that flying lesson! (flashback begins for the third time, showing Peter's birthday) Oh, and what about your birthday? (sees Stinky, making Peter and Mum scream. Stinky chases Fluffy around the living room, while Dad tries to catch him)
(flashback ends)
Horrid Henry: We never did find Stinky again. All thanks to you, you snivelling toad! So, where is Mr Kill?
Perfect Peter: (mumbles) Mum!
Horrid Henry: Silence, worm! Well, if you're not going to tell me, I'll have to use force.
Perfect Peter: No! (Henry scratches the checkered wall) No! Anything but that!
Horrid Henry: (continues scratching the checkered wall) What have you done with Mr Kill?
Perfect Peter: I haven't touched him! Honest! (sees Henry unzipping his cello case) What are you doing? You leave that alone!
Horrid Henry: I really don't want to do this, but you left me no choice. (puts his scissors on the cello strings) Mr Kill?
Perfect Peter: Please, I don't know!
Horrid Henry: Last chance! (cuts the cello strings while the door opens, revealing Mum and Dad, making him scream)
Mum: (gasps) What have you done?
Horrid Henry: Tell them, Peter. Confess!
Dad: Not Peter. You, Henry!
Horrid Henry: Me? He's the thief! He took Mr Kill!
Mum: No, he didn't. I know he didn't.
Horrid Henry: Then, who did, then?
Mum: I did.
Horrid Henry: Of course! I should have known! You cleaned my room, didn't you? That's when you took him! And I know why you took him, too. Because you want to blackmail me to be good like Peter!
Mum: That's it! I have had enough!
Horrid Henry: Hey, this is my investigation. Let me go. Let me go!
Mum: There's Mr Kill! No one stole him! I washed him because he was smelly!
Horrid Henry: Oh.
Mum: How could you accuse me of stealing your teddy bear, Henry? And how could you accuse your little brother, too?
Dad: And your father.
Moody Margaret: And me!
Mum: You, young man, are going to stay in your room for the rest of the day.
Horrid Henry: What?
Dad: And you can pay for poor Peter's cello strings with your pocket money.
Mum: Now go straight to bed.
Horrid Henry: What about Mr Kill?
Mum: He's staying right there.
(At night, Henry looks sad to have Mr Kill there while he's staring at him. He has a plan to pull him to his bed by using an arrow attached to his rope. He then finally sleeps while hugging Mr Kill)
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