Little Miss Late Beats Them All




 * Narrator: Look! There's Little Miss Late out for a walk. And for once, she doesn't seem to be late!
 * [She hums a song whilst walking.]
 * Little Miss Brainy: Well now, Miss Late. Aren't you a bit late?
 * Little Miss Late: No. I'm supposed to be taking part in the race and believe it or not, Miss Trouble just told me that I'm well ahead of time. Isn't that wonderful?
 * Little Miss Brainy: Not true. [Looks at her watch.] On the contrary, you are late, Miss Late.
 * Little Miss Late: But... But how do you know that, Little Miss Brainy?
 * Little Miss Brainy: [Mutters and walks away.] I just do.
 * [Miss Late panics and rushes to the race.]


 * [A group of Mr. Men are gathered behind the start line.]
 * Mr. Nosey: [Over loudspeaker.] Mr. Tall, Mr. Mischief, Mr. Tickle and not forgetting Mr. Dizzy, Mr. Lazy and Mr. Jelly! Certainly there's Mr. Rush and there's Mr. Bump, Mr. Topsy-Turvy. Are you ready, Mr. Fussy? Over to you!
 * [Mr. Fussy is holding the starting pistol.]
 * Mr. Fussy: On your mark. Ready, steady...
 * [Mr. Rush dashes off, but Mr. Fussy grabs his hand and stops him.]
 * Mr. Fussy: Stop! Stop! I say you're disqualified!
 * [The crowd boos. Mr. Rush walks back to the start line guiltily.]
 * Mr. Nosey: Mr. Fussy won't stand for any cheating.
 * Mr. Fussy: On your mark. Get set. Go!
 * [The pistol fires. The crowd cheer and the Mr. Men dash off, except for Mr. Topsy-Turvy, who runs the other way, Mr. Jelly, who faints on the ground, Mr. Lazy who is asleep and Mr. Dizzy who waves at the departing racers.]
 * Mr. Nosey: What on earth's going on? Two competitors haven't even set off. There's Mr. Lazy...
 * Mr. Jelly: [Crying] Oh goodness gracious! Oh, help! [Little Miss Late arrives and helps him.] I'm in shock! I'm in shock!
 * Little Miss Late: Now now, Mr. Jelly. Do calm down, it was the starting pistol.
 * Mr. Jelly: Oh, thank you, Miss Late. It scared me to death, you know.
 * Little Miss Late: I know, Mr. Jelly. Well, I must be off. [Fiercely] I'm late.
 * [Miss Late starts running across the track. The crowd cheer.]
 * Narrator: Meanwhile, far ahead at the front of the race...
 * Mr. Nosey: And in the lead at the moment, we have Mr. Bump.
 * [Mr. Bump jumps over the first obstacle and splashes in the puddle. Mr. Topsy Turvy is seen running backwards on the track.]
 * Mr. Nosey: Followed by Mr. Topsy-Turvy. And then Mr. Dizzy.
 * [Mr. Dizzy's hat hits a tree branch and comes off.]
 * Mr. Nosey: [Suspiciously] But where can the other runners have gone to?
 * [Mr. Mischief pops out of a bush and laughs at the sight of Mr. Tickle and Mr. Tall being tangled up. He then becomes miserable when Miss Late arrives and untangles then. Mr. Tickle doffs his hat.]
 * Mr. Tickle: Thank you, Miss Late. What a good stop you came across.
 * Mr. Tall: The best of luck! Let's hope you win the race, Miss Late!
 * Little Miss Late: Win the race? Me?! You must be joking. You know I don't stand a chance.
 * [She runs off and continues the race.]
 * Mr. Mischief: Well, well, Mr. Dizzy. I think I better take care of him.
 * [He runs into the middle of the track and distracts Mr. Dizzy, who stops.]
 * Mr. Mischief: Hello? Mr. Dizzy? I say, you do run fast, don't you?
 * Mr. Dizzy: Yes. I suppose I do!
 * Mr. Mischief: Can I ask you a question, Mr. Dizzy? [Snickers.] Which foot do you put down first? The right one, or the left?
 * Mr. Dizzy: [Sweat-dropping.] Well, to tell the truth, I really don't know.
 * Mr. Mischief: [Snickers.] Well, goodbye, Mr. Dizzy!
 * [Mr. Dizzy appears confused. Mr. Mischief walks a few paces.]
 * Mr. Mischief: And good luck!


 * [Later on, Mr. Mischief is digging a hole.]
 * Mr. Mischief: [Laughs.] This is such good fun!
 * [A worm growls angrily and moves away. Mr. Mischief runs to Mr. Topsy-Turvy, who is still running backwards.]
 * Mr. Mischief: Everything alright, Mr. Topsy-Turvy?
 * Mr. Topsy-Turvy: [Frowning.] Er, stay away from me, Miss Mischief!
 * [Mr. Mischief stops before the hole. Mr. Topsy-Turvy panics and falls inside it.]
 * Mr. Mischief: [Laughs.] I think I'm going to win the race!
 * [He runs off.]
 * Mr. Nosey: We're close to the finishing line, and any one of three competitors could still win here. Currently in the lead, Ooh, what a surprise! It's Mr. Bump, followed by Mr. Mischief, and somewhere, late as usual, we are expecting Little Miss Late!
 * [Miss Late is checking on Mr. Topsy-Turvy who is still inside the hole.]
 * Little Miss Late: Are you sure you're still alright?
 * [She pulls him out of the hole.]
 * Mr. Topsy-Turvy: Yes. I'm fine, Little Miss Late.
 * Mr. Tickle: [Laughs] Mr, Tall, I can hear Mr. Mischief running! Come on!
 * Mr. Tall: I'm ready!
 * [They are both standing next to trees. Simultaneously, Mr. Tall stretches his leg and Mr. Tickle extends his arm, they tie a knot and block the road.]
 * Mr. Tickle: One, two, three!
 * [Mr. Bump runs into the knot and is catapulted into the air. He lands into a muddy puddle, splashing all the guinea pigs.]
 * Mr. Tall: We got it all wrong! It's Mr. Bump!
 * [Mr. Mischief laughs and runs across the duo.]
 * Mr. Nosey: And it's Mr. Mischief who's certainly going to win, because Miss Late is quite far behind!
 * [He brakes to a halt and looks back at Miss Late, who is still running. Suddenly, his foot gets stuck by a worm attached to a tree root, rendering him unable to move.]
 * Mr. Nosey: But what is happening? Mr. Mischief can't seem to make it over the line!
 * [He tries to pull the worm off, but it holds firm. Little Miss Late runs across the finish line.]
 * Mr. Nosey: It looks like Miss Late is going to win. Yeah it is! Well done, Miss Late!
 * [She salutes the fans and daisies fall onto the road and surround her.]
 * Narrator: So, Little Miss Late has won the race and that evening, everyone celebrated her incredible win. Everyone? Well, almost.


 * [At night-time, Mr. Dizzy is standing somewhere in the middle of the race still confused.]
 * Mr. Dizzy: Now then. Do I put my right foot down first, or was it... was it the left?
 * [He mutters on. The screen fades to black and the credits appear.]