Horrid Henry: The Movie Page #2

for the talent contest.

- But we've no instruments.

- Who needs instruments?

Come on, Henry, let's rock.

Go Zero Zombies!

Yeah!

Actually... no.

I haven't got any music.

Allow me...

...Lord High Majesty

ofthe Purple Hand Gang.

Yeah!

One, two, three, four.

Here at Ashton Primary,

we have nothing to hide.

# Gonna be a big star

# See my name in lights

# Gonna play my guitar

Erm...

# But my homework is waiting for me

# There's no escape and no TV

# Why does homework

always get you down, down, down?

# Gonna be a rock star

# We don't need to go to school

# Gonna be a rock star

Absolutely nothing to hide.

# Just you wait and see

# Cos the boy on that stage will be me

Yeah!

(sings quietly to himsel

Just what do you think you're doing?

Erm...

...practising for the talent contest,

Miss Oddbod.

I see.

And are you practising trying to get

this school closed down, too?

Erm...

And get down from there right now,

you... horrid boy.

Miss Oddbod doesn't believe in rock stars.

But I know the Zero Zombies

can win the talent contest.

Oh! Missed, bogey brain!

Huh?

- Hey, Margaret. Check this out.

- Huh?

Please! That'll never hit me.

Ordinarily she'd be right.

But I have a plan.

It's called Flick the Bogey.

Carefully worked out

with military precision,

and resulting in a devastating

airburst attack.

Henry!

I'll get you, Henry!

Aagh!

Aagh! Mum!

Homework, Henry.

It's just not fair, Fang.

Homework should be climbing trees,

building forts and playing with mates.

This is my best mate. Fang.

He can climb steep walls.

He can walk on the ceiling

like Spiderhamster.

He can jump.

He can exercise.

He has bionic teeth.

And... he can sing!

When I'm king,

parents shall do all the homework.

# When I'm king, yeah, when I'm king

# The sun will come out

and the birds will sing

# When I'm king, yeah, when I'm king

# The sun will come out

and the birds will sing

# When I'm king, yeah, when I'm king

# I'll be able to do anything

# When I'm king

You're supposed to be doing

your homework, Henry.

Yeah, I am doing my homework, worm.

Rock star's homework.

- Mum!

- You don't have to tell on me!

- Yes, I do.

- Why?

Henry's not doing his homework!

Henry!

Why do you have to be so perfect, Peter?

Aagh!

Help!

Aaaaaaagh!

I am sick and tired...

Yes, Dad?

Ah, you're... doing your homework.

Yeah. I'm doing physics.

Right.

Good.

Bye, then.

Yeah. Physics has given me

some great ideas

for gooing Moody Margaret. Ha-ha.

OK, just a little bit tighter.

Easy, easy, easy, easy.

Come on, it's OK, it's OK.

OK. Oh, gosh. OK.

Erm... tie this tight.

Ha! Try that for size, slug features.

Yeah, slug features.

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