All language subtitles for Horrid.Henry.S03E07_English

[theme song playing]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ And then my life
Would be so sweet ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

♪ Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, ney ♪

♪ The Purple Hand Gang
Rules, okay ♪

♪ It's so easy being me ♪

♪ I'm Horrid Henry ♪

[mum] Henry...

[gasps]

Oh, Henry!

[TV playing]

[chomping]

Right!

[clicking TV off]

Hey! I was
watching that.

Not any more,
you're not. Just
look at this mess.

It's just
a few crumbs.

Right, that's it!
No more TV for
the whole weekend.

But it's the wacky
and wild Gross Class
Zero weekend.

All weekend.

Well, now it's
the wacky and wild

clean-up
weekend instead.

[screaming]

Maybe I can sneak in
a bit of Gross Class Zero
while mom's upstairs.

And where do you think
you're going?

-Um...
-If you've finished
cleaning the kitchen,

which I very
much doubt,

then you can
go up and tidy
your bedroom.

Oh...

Hang on a minute.
Where are you going?

To tidy
my bedroom.

Oh, it's just
not fair.

Why do grownups always
boss us kids around?

Mm, yum.
Vegetable stew.

Come on, Henry.

Eat your vegetables.

-Why?
-Because...

Well, it's not fair.

You grownups get
to eat whatever
you like but we don't.

I like vegetable stew.

Who asked you, worm?

Don't be horrid, Henry.

See what I mean?

Hello and welcome
to the big day.

Today, Lonely Ro
will be taking you,
down under.

Oh, please, please,
can we turn on the--

[yawning]

I'm going up
the wooden hill
to Bedfordshire now.

Come on, Henry,
it's your bedtime too.

But that's
not fair.

I shouldn't be going
to bed at the same
time as the worm.

Says who?

Says me,
that's who.

I suppose what
I say doesn't matter,
'cause I'm just a kid.

Luckily Mom and Dad
don't know about
Gross Class Zero Capture.

[TV playing]

...that he was never gonna get
away unless he swapped lives
with Barbara...

[Dad] Wake up.
Wake up, now.

What is it?

I can't find
my work shoes,

and my Tingly Toothbrush
annual report's
gone missing too.

What? What are
you asking me for?

'Cause you're supposed
to know where they are.

And I spilled tickle-treats
all over the floor
in the kitchen.

Why don't you clean
them up then?

Not my job.
You're the grown-up.

I am?

Um, what do
I do now?

You're supposed
to be getting me
my breakfast.

Oh, right!

Oh, slow down.

You're making
a real mess.

Do I have to go
to work today?

Yes, of course
you have to go
to work today

otherwise, how will
you have enough money
to buy me things.

[humming]

Oh, at last.

Maybe the worm
could work out
what's going on?

Morning, Dad.

[slurping]

Got out of bed
the wrong side
as usual, I see.

-Peter?
-Yes, Henry.

Have you noticed
anything different,
about today?

No. Oh, yes.
Mom's not up yet.

And she needs to leave
for work in precisely
three minutes.

What?
I'd better tell her.

Good luck
with that, Henry.

Time to get up.

[mom moaning]

Mom, it's time
to get up.

[more moaning]

I don't believe
I'm going to have
to do this.

[screaming] No!

Whoa.

So you found
your shoes, then?

Yes. They were
in the bin.

Typical.

Can you help me
tie my tie?

But I've got to
get myself ready
for school.

Oh, go on.

It won't take you
long, and you know,
I can't do it.

And anyway,
if you don't do it,

I'll throw a tantrum
and scream and scream and...

All right, all right,
I'll have a go.

Thanks for
breakfast, Henry.

Um? I didn't make
you any breakfast.

I know. But
thank you anyway.

There. Finished.

Oh, thanks, Henry.

You have to tidy up
your things, Dad.

Otherwise, you'll fall
over again.

Don't want to.
Won't!

Oh, then
I'll do it for you.

Hey, where
are you going?

To school,
of course.

But you can't
go without me.

Oh, you'll be ages,
getting these two
off to work.

I can't be late for school,
you know that.

Bye.

Thanks, worm.

Right. I think I'm ready
to go to work now.

Are you sure, Dad?

Yeah.

Well, I don't really
want to go, of course.

'Cause bossy Bob's
always picking on me.

And I never get
first in the queue
for donuts at tea break.

And those toothbrushes
can be really rough
on your hands.

I know. It's really
horrible, isn't it?

Now off you go.
See you this evening.

[Henry sighs]

I'm hungry.

Mom, you're going to be
really late for work.

Don't care!

I'm hungry.

[sighing]
Oh, then let's get
you some breakfast.

Eggs?

Hot dogs?

Pasta?

Toast?

Ugh, what's this
green thing?

Mm. It's goody, goody,
green stuff, of course.

Oh yeah. Do you want
some of that then?

No.

But you love goody,
goody green stuff.

You eat it
all the time.

Not anymore,
I don't.

Now, I eat crisps.

You can't just eat
crisps for breakfast.

-Why not?
-Because...

Because you're a mom.

Moms don't eat
crisps for breakfast.

Watch me.

Oh, so that's where
she hides the crisps.

-I'm off.
-Where to?

Duh. Work.

At last.
Come on then.

Wait, don't you
want your coat?

Don't need it.

Well, you're always
telling me to wear
a coat.

I don't care.

I am not wearing
a smelly coat.

Well, how about these?

Nope. Not wearing
those smelly things,
neither.

Where are
you going now?

Ugh. I forgot
my stuff.

Hold on.

Those are my
Gross Class Zero comics.

No, they're not.

Don't do that.

Oh! Don't do
that either.

Oh, at last!

[teasing] Nyah
ne ne ne ne.

Grown-ups today,
they're so rude.

School's going to
seem quite normal
after all that.

Give me
that back.

It's not fair.

It's mine. I had it first.
You took it.

-Did not.
-Hey, stop that.

Mine!

No, mine.

I don't think I could take
much more of this.

[TV playing]

...restored to their rightful
bodies and all was well
with the world again.

[yawning]

Henry, just what
do you think
you're doing?

Oh, I stayed up
all night watching

Gross Class Zero Capture
on the computer.

-What?
-Are you mad with me?

Mad doesn't even
begin to describe it.

Get upstairs
right now.

You know, I like things
just the way they are.

Kids rule, okay?
[laughs]

[mum sighs]

[children squabbling]

Right then, let's try
that again, shall we?

I'm going to turn around
right now and leave
this classroom.

And then I'm going
to come back in

and you'd better all be
in your places, or else.

[children chattering]

-Henry!
-Oops.

Oops indeed, Henry.

[yelling] No!

Oh, enter.

I need a word
with you, Cynthia.

Of course, Boudica.

What can I do
for you?

Those children.
I think I may be
losing my grip.

Sit down, Boudica.
I'm sure we can
work something out.

...and then the cat
sat on the mat.

Oh, Miss Battle-Axe!

I thought I was taking
reading time for you today.

You are?
Thank you, Miss Lovely.

I've just come to tell
my class something.

[fake coughing]
I am going away.

And I may be away
for some time.

I'm going on holiday.

A holiday,
Miss Battle-Axe?

Yes William,
a holiday.

But we'll miss you,
Miss Battle-Axe.

Won't we,
everyone?

Thank you, William.

However, I can assure you
that I won't miss you.

Yes, Henry?

Does that mean we get
a holiday too, Miss?

No, it certainly
does not.

Your temporary teacher
will be with you,

first thing tomorrow.

[children chattering]

[indistinct voice on phone]

I see. Well, thank you
very much, anyhow.

-[cat purring]
-Yes Tiddles, I know
it's time to go home.

But I've still got to find
a temporary teacher

to cover
Miss Battle-Axe's class.

Um, Mr. Nurgen.

I wonder if he'd
consider coming back

just for a little while.

[indistinct voice on phone]

Ah, Mr. Nurgen.

It's Miss Oddbod here,
from Ashton Primary.
I wonder...

[yelling on other
side of phone]

I'll take that
as a no, then.

Hm. Might have
to try a trainee instead.

Let's see
who we've got.

Ooh, let's try this one.

Fingers crossed,
eh, Tiddles?

[Miss Rancid
grunting heavily]

Well, Miss Rancid,

thank you so much
for coming in at
such short notice.

[snorting and sniffling]

Oh, yes.

Let me show you
to your class.

It's all right.
I know the way.

[kids squabbling]

[snorting]

It's Rancid Rebecca.

No. Oh no.

So, Henry.

We meet again.

Hello Rebecca.

I don't believe
you've met Archie,
my pet spider.

I don't believe
I have.

-But...
-No buts, Henry.

Sit down.

Anyone else thinking
of misbehaving?

-No, no
-No what?

No, Miss uh...

Miss Rancid.

No, Miss Rancid.

[breaking into tears]

[bell ringing]

And where do you
think you're going?

You. Go!

You. Go.

You, you and you. Go!

Go! Now!

What are you doing
down there, Henry?

I'm cleaning
the floor.

What does it
look like, worm?

Let me help
you, Henry.

Maybe you'll get
a 'good as gold' badge
from your new teacher.

That's what you think,
smelly nappy baby.

Well, if you don't
want my help

then I'll carry on
with what I was doing.

[humming nursery rhyme]

So, Henry, what're you
going to do about it?

-About what?
-The boogey baby-sitter.

The bogey teacher,
more like.

Why's it me that's
got to do something?

-Because!
-Because why?

Because it's all your fault
that Miss Battle-Axe has
gone away on holiday

and left us alone
with that monster.

Yeah. Well, it's not my fault
if Rebecca's not frightened
of spiders any more.

I thought Archie would
scare her away.

Well, it didn't,
did it?

So you'd better
figure out how get
rid of her, or else!

Or else what?

Or else it will be
even more your fault.

[sighing] Why is it
always my fault?

'Cause it always is.

Um, please Miss...

Please Miss...

Um, please Miss,
are you going to
teach us anything?

You are a creep.

And I don't like creeps.

Because Miss, if
you're not going
to teach us anything

I'd like to be
excused to go to
the library, please.

You're all creeps.

Now, go!

Scary creeps.

[snorting and sniffling]

So how you getting
on with that bunch of
snotty-nosed kids, eh?

[sniffling]
All right.

They can be pretty scary
sometimes, can't they?

Don't frighten me.

Nothing frightens me.

-Really?
-Really.

-Ah.
-Oh.

Only joking.

Ha, ha.

[knock at door]

Come in.

I finished tidying
the book shelves

and brushing
the story carpet,
Miss Lovely.

Oh Peter, thank you.

You are most certainly
my 'good as gold' boy today.

[Peter humming nursery rhyme]

Miss Rancid,
are you all right?

I am, now.

What are you
two doing there?

Go away slug-slime,
we've got a plan.

What do you mean,
a plan?

A plan to scare
the terrible teacher away.

But...

-Boo.
-Nyah.

-[violin playing]
-Woo hoo hoo hoo.

[Peter humming outside]

-[Miss Rancid growling]
-Run!

Help!

Miss Rancid!

Whatever do you think
you're doing?

Miss Rancid, I'm afraid
I simply can't permit

behavior like this
in my school.

You will have
to leave. Now!

[cheering]

[laughing]
Way to go,
little bug.

And you can all
sit back down
at your desks

and wait for
Mr. Soggington

who will be
with you, shortly.

Yes, Miss Oddbod,
anything you say,
Miss Oddbod.

[singing nursery rhyme]

No!

[theme music playing]