Transcript:Horrid Henry and the Secret Club

Sour Susan: Ugh! Let me in, Margaret! It's me: Susan.
Moody Margaret: Ha! That's what you say. But if you can't remember the Secret Club password, how do I know you are who you say you are?
Horrid Henry: Nunga! Nunga! The password is Nunga.
Moody Margaret: You're not supposed to know our password! You told him our password!
Sour Susan: How could I?! I couldn't remember it!
Horrid Henry: [while walking to Margaret] Nunga nunga nunga. [Margaret holds the Secret Club flag with two hands and brings it up] Come on, let me in!
Sour Susan: Don't let him in, Margaret!
Moody Margaret: I've got to, stupid, it's in the rules! Nunga Nu.
[Henry goes in the Secret Club fort while Margaret whispers. Susan walks away, and Henry eats one of Margaret's biscuits]
Moody Margaret: Okay. You're in. Now, get out!
Horrid Henry: Mmm! You'll never get past the Purple Hand Gang security that easily.
Moody Margaret: Really? Have another one.
Horrid Henry: Peter? Peter?! Where's that worm gone? [gets shocked and realises himself in a scary photo of him, and grabs the tin of empty biscuits] My chocolate biscuits! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
[Title card appears]
Perfect Peter: But, it was me who found out the password for Margaret's Secret Club!
Horrid Henry: Yes, but you deserted your post when you're on guard duty.
Perfect Peter: I didn't, Susan wanted a glass of water and I... Oh.
Horrid Henry: Prepare for your official Purple Hand Gang punishment!
Perfect Peter: Mum! Dad!
[Water gets poured on Henry's head while he growls, Margaret laughs, and Henry goes into her garden. Susan shrieks]
Moody Margaret: Oh, don't be such a baby, it's only water.
Horrid Henry: Oh no, Margaret, it's... turbo powered water! [laughs and sprays Margaret and Susan with water]
Mum: Why do you have to be so horrid, Henry?
Horrid Henry: But, I didn't do anything. Much.
Mum: And why can't you play nicely with Peter? [Margaret and Susan pour water on Mum's hair. She coughs and groans]
Horrid Henry: But, I didn't start it.
Mum: I don't care who started it. Play nicely, or else.
Horrid Henry: It's not fair. [some nuts land on Henry's head]
Moody Margaret: What's the matter with you? Are you in trouble?
Horrid Henry: If I'm not good, they're gonna get rid of my fort.
Moody Margaret: Oh, no.
Horrid Henry: Oh, yes, and plant more vegetables instead.
Moody Margaret: Oh, that's really mean.
Sour Susan: Yeah. Really mean.
Moody Margaret: 'Cause... [giggles] even vegetables wouldn't wanna join your ratty gang! [laughs]
Horrid Henry: Compared to my gang, your club is stinker than a pooper scooper! Everyone knows the Purple Hand Gang is best!
Moody Margaret: You think so? Well, why don't you prove it?
Horrid Henry: Are you challenging me? I dare you to challenge me.
Moody Margaret: Okay. I challenge you.
[Peter plays a fanfare on a trumpet and Margaret and Henry paint their club logos on a blank canvas]
Sour Susan: I declare that today will take place a series of challenges and dares to decide which is the pre... the premin... the premence...
Perfect Peter: The best?
Sour Susan: The best! The Secret Club, hooray!
Perfect Peter: Or the Purple Hand Gang, hurrah!
Sour Susan: Let the battle commence!
[Henry gets a spider and sees if Margaret gets scared]
Horrid Henry: Did she twitch?
Perfect Peter: Erm...
Sour Susan: Err...
Moody Margaret: Can we get on with this?
[Henry takes a handful of spiders from the jar and puts them on Margaret and it looked like she about to scream]
Perfect Peter: She's going to scream.
Sour Susan: No, she isn't.
[Margaret shakes the spiders off her]
Moody Margaret: So, what else have you got?
Horrid Henry: Grrr!
[Susan puts one point on the board for the Secret Club]
Sour Susan: One point to the Secret Club!
[Now it was Henry's turn but this time with worms]
Moody Margaret: Last chance, are you going to say my club is best?
Horrid Henry: Your club is, pond skum.
[Margaret drops half the bowl of worms down Henry's shirt and once again looks like he's gonna scream]
Horrid Henry: Is that the best you can do?
Moody Margaret: No, this is the best I can do.
[She grabs more worms and put them down his trousers and gulps]
Horrid Henry: Got any more?
[Margaret moans]
[Peter puts one point on the board for the Purple Hand Gang]
Perfect Peter: One point to the Purple Hand Gang, hooray!
[Peter and Susan scoops out the mess]
Sour Susan: Ready?
Moody Margaret: Ready.
Sour Susan: Ready.
Perfect Peter: Ready?
Horrid Henry: Ready.
Moody Margaret: [huffs] We're all ready, start counting.
[Henry and Margaret starts walking to Peter and Susan respectively and Susan starts counting]
Sour Susan: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
[They throw the mess over each other but it goes on Peter and it landed on Susan, so no teams scored in that round]
Moody Margaret: So, what's next?
Horrid Henry: It's glop time.
[Henry and Margaret makes glop out of really random things to see who's one the most disgusting]
[Margaret squirts ketchup into hers and Henry cracks an egg into his including the shell]
[Then Margaret grabs some of Fluffy's cat food and puts it in hers]
Moody Margaret: Mine's going to be the yuckiest glop ever.
[Then Henry put in the rest of Fluffy's cat food into his for revenge]
Horrid Henry: Mine's going to be the yuckiest, muckiest, most revolting glop ever.
[Some of it goes on the floor and Fluffy licks it and doesn't like it]
[Margaret has a thought and goes outside where Susan and Peter are and grabs some grass as her secret ingredient]
Horrid Henry: What's that?
Moody Margaret: My secret ingredient.
[Henry goes upstairs to his room to get his secret ingredient which is sawdust and Fang gets angry]
Horrid Henry: Back, Fang! Back!
[He pulls out the tray and scoops some out]
Horrid Henry: My secret ingredient. [laughs]
[When they've finished, Henry pushes his bowl to Margaret and Margaret pushes hers to Henry]
Moody Margaret: [laughs] It's all yours. Oh, I nearly forgot.
[Margaret was about to put a snail in Henry's but block it]
Horrid Henry: I won't if you won't. I'm not scared.
Moody Margaret: Neither am I.
[They notice how gross they are and they both decide to call it a draw]
Moody Margaret: Let's call it a draw.
Horrid Henry: Okay.
Moody Margaret: What are we going to do with this glop?
Horrid Henry: Peter!
Moody Margaret: Susan!
Horrid Henry and Moody Margaret: Dinner's ready!
[Then, they both have a pirate fight with their swords, Henry takes Margaret's hat with the sword and then she gets his sword]
[Next, they try to see who can do a handstand for the longest and they both fell at the exact same time]
[After that, they went on their bikes and had a pillow fight. They both collided into each other and landed on the cover of the vegetables in Henry's garden]
Horrid Henry: A-ha! Gotcha! Surrender! Say the Purple Hand Gang are best!
Moody Margaret: No way!
[Margaret sees Henry's flag and grabs it]
Horrid Henry: Hey, don't touch my flag!
Moody Margaret: Are you going to say that my Secret Club is the best?
Horrid Henry: No.
Moody Margaret: And that the Purple Hand Gang is a steaming pile of compost?
Horrid Henry: Never!
Moody Margaret: Susan!
[Susan hands Margaret a pair of scissors to cut the flag into pieces]
Horrid Henry: Grrr! Okay, okay! The Secret Club is the best. Just give me back my flag!
Moody Margaret and Sour Susan: Ha ah! Secret Club is best! Secret Club is best! Woah!
[Margaret fell on the vegetable cover and Henry pulls the thread and wraps around Margaret until she's stuck and can't get out]
Horrid Henry: You cheated, so it doesn't count. I'm not letting you go until you say the Purple Hand Gang is best.
Moody Margaret: [screams]
Horrid Henry: Say it.
Moody Margaret: Purple Hand Gang is best.
Horrid Henry: Yes!
[Peter puts their flag back on the flagpole and Henry stands on the top of the fort feeling proud]
Horrid Henry: We are the champions! Huh? What?!
[Margaret and Susan were putting rope around the diameter of the fort to try and take it down]
Moody Margaret: Now! Pull, Susan. 
Horrid Henry: Stop! Stop!
[Henry clings onto the flagpole]
Horrid Henry: Woah! Woah...!
[The rope pulls Margaret forward and she clings onto the rope]
Horrid Henry: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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