All language subtitles for Horrid.Henry.S04E13_English

♪ It's not easy being me ♪

♪ "Wash your face and brush your hair" ♪

♪ Nag, nag, nag
It's just not fair ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

♪ So down with school
I'm gonna rule ♪

♪ And when I'm king I'll do my thing ♪

♪ Then my life would be so sweet ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, ney ♪

♪ The Purple Hand Gang rules, OK ♪

♪ It's so easy being me ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

FANG: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey! You shouldn't go creeping up
on people, you know.

(chuckles)

Yep, you guessed it.

On an afternoon when I could be raiding
the Secret Club biscuit tin,

or playing Purple Hand Gang pirates
with Rude Ralph,

here I am sorting socks.

Well, they're nearly the same.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Nice catch, Fang!

Huh! I don't think this'll catch on
as a hobby: sock sorting.

And he's off! Henry,
the champion sock sorter of all time!

He can sort socks
like Ed Banger can play guitar.

Or like Fearless Phantom
can walk through walls.

The all-time sock sorter
who gets what he wants,

all the time, every time!

Huh! Yeah, right!

What do you think? Could it work?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(chuckles)
It's a deal! Henry does it again!

Big time!

- Nice catch, Fang!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Ugh!
- Hey! Ugh!

(groans)

Oops. Sorry, Fang.
Let's put these where they belong.

- (chuckles)
- (laughs)

Nearly there, Fang, and then it's time
to watch Gross Class Breakout.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

HENRY: Uh-oh.

- We've got a loner.
- Oh!

For those of you who may not know
about the significance of a loner,

this apparently innocent solo sock

means that we will not
find happiness after all.

It means that we are doomed
to spending the rest of the afternoon

looking for the sock
which goes with this one.

Or even a sock
which doesn't go with this one.

An impossible task,

for as we all know,
there is always one sock left over,

and that means...

(yells) No!

No Gross Class Breakout.

(grunts) Why does this
always happen to me, Fang?

(sighs) I suppose
it's not the sock's fault.

Or is it?

No. Nothing.

Come on, Fang. We're done here.

(hums)

All done!

Henry!

What? Aren't you happy
that I've sorted all the socks?

Well...

I can stop sorting
if I'm not doing it properly.

(sighs) Alright, then, Henry.
Thank you very much.

- Can I...?
- Yes. I'll call you when tea's ready.

- Hey!
- (changes channel)

Look, no hands!

(yells) Mum!

MUM: Henry!

- Henry, what's this?
- It's a sock.

That's right, Henry. A sock.
And where do you think I found it?

Um, at the bottom of the laundry basket?
Underneath all the other socks?

That's right, Henry.

TV: Gross!

- So?
- So where's the other one?

The other what?

The other sock, Henry.

Oh, for goodness' sake!

- (turns TV off)
- I was watching that!

Not anymore you're not!

No more TV for you
until you find the other sock.

Oh, it's not fair!

TV: And now it's time
for Number Gnomes Detectives.

- Ooh! Goody!
- Hm!

- (snores)
- (doorbell)

- Huh? What was that?
- The doorbell.

- Who is it?
- How should I know?

You're not much of a detective,
are you?

WOMAN: Oh, so sorry to disturb you.

Chrissie Polly, Vomiting Vera
and the Number Gnomes.

Could things get any worse?

Apparently, they can.

Turns out Pretty Polly
had an emergency situation.

(gasps) It's an emergency situation.
Really it is.

The beauty salon said they could
fit me in if I went right away.

And Mum said
I could do with a little helper.

(Mum sighs)

(Vera hiccups)

(burps)

MUM: Henry?

I ask you, is that fair?

So, here I am again, sorting socks.

Ah. Dock.

No, Vera.
We've got to find the other one.

(sniffs)

(sniffs)

Ah!

- Hey! Good job!
- (gasps)

- (chuckles)
- Ooh! Are you playing a game?

No. Very impressive, Vera.

But we've still got to find
the matching one to this sock.

(sniffs)

Oh! Can I play the game?

We are not playing a game.
We are trying to find a sock!

(grunts)

Ooh, I can help you find it.

How?

With my trusting magnifying glass
and my Number Gnome detective skills.

Hm, very interesting.

- It's a clean sock.
- Yes, we know that already.

- And that's dirty washing.
- Yes, genius! We know that, too.

The art of being
a Number Gnome detective

is knowing when things add up,

and when they don't.

(Vera coughs)

Sorry.

I have calculated the percentage
of probability in this case to be 95.

The probability being that the other
sock is still dirty, which means...

- Which means...
- No. Still not getting it.

(gasps)

Now I'm really confused.

(pants) Washing!

Eureka!

That's it!

Wash everything,
and then they'll all smell the same.

- Yes, Henry, and--
- Don't stand there. Help us load up.

No, thank you. I'm going
to find another mystery to solve.

But we haven't solved this one yet.

I'm sure you will.
It's elementary after all, dear Henry.

Hmm. Yeah, thanks, worm.

- Ooh, and Henry...
- What now?

You might like to wash those, too.

Ugh!

Oh, thanks, Vera. At least you're
not abandoning me in my hour of need.

Fluffy Wuffy!

No, wait. I need you
to help me find the other sock.

No. Henry play.

(sighs) Alright, then.
What do you want to play?

(chuckles)

Giddy up, Henry.

I can't take much more of this.

(chuckles)

Oh, no, you don't.

(chuckles)

Great.

Off you go, Vera.

I just have to have a little lie-down.

- (Vera grunts)
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What is it, Vera?
Have you found something?

(sniffs)

Fang, do you know anything
about the missing sock?

(Vera sniffs)

What are you doing?

Carpet dung beetle,
otherwise known as...

- What are you doing?
- Looking for a sock!

Wait for me!

- PETER: What's going on?
- I'm not quite sure.

Vera, what are you doing?

Ah.

Fang, it was you!

You had the missing sock all the time!

(groans)

Come on, Fang.
You can tell me all about it.

So, you see, Fang just wanted
something cozy to use as a bed.

So, he took one of your socks.

Well, yeah. At least it was a clean one.

PETER: I think that's really sweet.

A bit weird, too.

Fang must really love you, Henry.

- (purrs)
- Ooh, Fluffy really loves me.

Only because
we're having fish fingers for tea.

No, she really, really loves me.

And come to think of it, I haven't seen
my favorite Happy Hippo pants for ages.

(meows)

Fluffy, you haven't taken them,
have you?

(shrieks)

I bet she has!

Naughty Fluffy Wuffy. (chuckles)

So, this is a unique opportunity for
anyone who feels they have the power...

The power to be a slime ball!

Ah, Henry, thank you.

For what?

(class laughs)

Can anyone tell Henry
why he deserves our gratitude?

Yes, miss.

I'd like to thank Henry
for being so horrid

that the dinner ladies
give me all his chips at lunchtime.

- You what?
- (class laughs)

I'd like to thank Henry for sharing
his yummy gummy fizz balls with me

when mine were confiscated
by Miss Oddbod.

Uh, I'd like to thank Henry
for hiding out with me

when we're supposed to be at games.

(sobs)

(sighs)

Uh, I'd like to, uh, like,
thank Henry...

(snores)

Well, it seems we all have something
to be grateful to you for, Henry.

You can put your hand down now, Henry.

And then you can go
to Miss Oddbod's office.

(yells) No!

- Henry.
- Yes, Miss Oddbod.

Well, I must confess
I did not expect to see you here.

Uh, yes, Miss Oddbod.

- You have come about...
- Yes, Miss Oddbod.

Well, I must say I'm rather pleased
to see you here, Henry.

Yes, Miss Oddbod.
You are, Miss Oddbod?

Yes, I mean, I know they do say
never judge a book by its cover,

but your volumes have been,
shall we say, remarkably consistent

in their presentation.

- You what, Miss Oddbod?
- I haven't finished, Henry.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes, remarkably consistent
in their presentation,

and would never have led one to believe
that there were such hidden depths.

Well, what do you have
to say to that, Henry?

Uh, yes, Miss Oddbod?

Right, well, it's early days.

Now, let's get on
with the matter in hand, shall we?

Yes, Miss Oddbod.

- Take these.
- Yes, Miss Oddbod.

And report back to my office
same time tomorrow morning.

Yes, Miss Oddbod.

- Well, off you go, then.
- Yes, Miss Oddbod.

Hey, Henry. Whatcha doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

"Hello, my name is...
and I am an ambassador."

Weird lines.

That's enough!

No, he's got another page to do
after this one.

Thanks, Al.

How could you, Henry?

How could I what?

Steal what is rightfully mine!

I don't know what you're talking about.

That was my job.

I was born to do it!

Then go ahead and finish it!

(grunts) I'm not playing
your little game anymore, Henry!

(French accent)
Boys, you are making ze noise.

Oh. Henri Le Horrid.

Yes, Madame Tutu.

What are you doing, Henri Le Horrid?

Well, I'm doing my lines, Madame Tutu.

- (Peter grunts)
- And we're watching him.

I think, little boys, that perhaps you
would be 'appier on the story carpet.

This isn't over
till it's over, Ambassador.

(growls)

What was that all about?

Search me.

Greetings,
Lord High Majesty and Ambassador.

Oh, don't you start, Brian.
Maybe you'd like to do my lines for me?

- (laughs)
- What's so funny?

- You! You thought these were lines.
- And?

You don't know, do you?

Know what?

- That you're an ambassador.
- Am I?

That's what it says here.
Look, there's a space for your name.

"My name's Henry and I'm an ambassador."

I'm an ambassador!

Ambassador Henry!

Cool! Um, is it cool?

It's very cool.

That's why Peter was so upset.

He wants to be an ambassador.

"Ambassador."

"A high-ranking official
who represents his or her country."

But Henry doesn't have a country.

Doesn't matter. I'm an ambassador.

Come on, then, Ambassador Henry.
Let's go and tell the others.

Finished your lines, Henri Le Horrid?

Don't have to, Madame Tutu.

I'm an ambassador.

Zut alors! You boys.

Watch it, beetle bonce!

Watch it, "Ambassador,"
I think you mean.

(guffaws)

Ambassador? Ambassador?!

Ambassador of what, might I ask?

Just Ambassador.

Oh, come on, Henry!

Everyone knows you have
to be an ambassador of something.

Maybe you're the ambassador
of beetle bonces.

- Or the ambassador of bogey brains.
- Uh...

How about the ambassador
of snot bouncers?

- (yawns)
- Quiet, Linda! I'm thinking.

The ambassador of stupid boys who don't
know what they're ambassador of!

Yeah, that's quite a good one, Margaret.

Yeah, like, yeah, Margaret.

Brian, do you know
what I'm ambassador of?

No idea,
but let's see if it works in here.

(indistinct chatter)

(burps) Those chips were good.

Yeah, can't believe
we all got second helpings.

Thank the ambassador.

Ah, there you are, Henry.

Uh, yes, Miss Battle-Axe.

How are you getting on
with your ambassadorship?

Uh, good, Miss Battle-Axe.

Any good recycling ideas yet, Henry?

Uh, recycling, Miss Battle-Axe?

Recycling.
That is today's theme, is it not?

- Ah.
- Recycling.

- Well...
- Recycling? Cool!

Uh, is it cool?

Recycling? (sobs)

Yes. Recycling.
Is there an echo in here?

Really, I fail to see how you can be
an Ambassador of Recycling

without thinking about recycling.

(bell rings)

That's what Miss Oddbod meant!

- Eh?
- When she gave me the lines.

I mean, the clipboard. She said I had
to report back same time tomorrow.

(laughs)

Well, you'd better come up
with some recycling ideas, hadn't you?

- I guess.
- (bell rings)

Come on! We'll be late for games.

(panting)

(whispers) He'll never find us here.

Who will never find you here, Henry?

Oh, uh, hello, sir.

Might I ask why you are here,

and not on the sports field
where you belong?

(whimpers) He's an ambassador, sir.

Ah, yes, of course you are.

Remind me what you are
an ambassador of, Henry?

Recycling, sir.

And you are here
behind the bins because?

We're recycling Henry's sweets, sir.

Hey!

I-I mean, hey. That's right.

Thank you, ambassador. As you were.

It's tough, this recycling business.

How do you get on
with your recycling ideas, Henry?

Oh, I forgot all about it.

Mum said I should never have put my
Gross Goo pots in the washing machine.

- (shouts) Bed now, Henry!
- But...

Now, Henry!
You can have your tea in the morning.

So I never got round
to having any recycling ideas.

- We could recycle our farts.
- (farts)

Not funny.

- Good luck!
- Yeah, thanks, Ralph.

So Henry, how did you get on?

- I...
- (knock on door)

Enter.

Oh. Peter.

We thought we'd help Henry be
a really good Ambassador of Recycling.

- How thoughtful of you, Peter.
- (clicks fingers)

Well done, Henry!

I always say recycling
should begin at home.

(yells) No!