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Authors: Francesca Simon
Horrid Henry Rocks
Text © Francesca Simon 2010
Cover and internal illustrations © Tony Ross 2010
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Date of Production: March 2011
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“Baa! Baa! Baa!”
Perfect Peter baaed happily at his sheep collection. There they were, his ten lovely little sheepies, all beautifully lined up from biggest to smallest, heads facing forward, fluffy tails against the wall, all five centimeters apart from one another, allâ
Perfect Peter gasped. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. But what? What? Peter scanned the mantelpiece. Then he sawâ¦
Nooooo!
Fluff Puff, his favorite sheep, the one with the pink and yellow nose, was facing the wrong way around. His nose was shoved against the wall. His tail was facing forward. And he wasâ¦he wasâ¦crooked!
This could only meanâ¦this could only meanâ¦
“Mom!” screamed Peter. “Mom! Henry was in my room again!”
“Henry!” shouted Mom. “Keep out of Peter's room.”
“I'm not in Peter's room,” yelled Horrid Henry. “I'm in mine.”
“But he was,” wailed Peter.
“Was not!” bellowed Horrid Henry.
Tee-hee.
Horrid Henry was strictly forbidden to go into Peter's bedroom without Peter's permission. But sometimes, thought Horrid Henry, when Peter was being even more of a toady toad than usual, he had no choice but to invade.
Peter had run blabbing to Mom that Henry had watched
Mutant Max
and
Knight Fight
when Mom had said he could only watch one or the other. Henry had been banned from watching TV all day. Peter was such a tattletale frogface ninnyhammer toady poo bag, thought Horrid Henry grimly. Well, just wait till Peter tried to color in his new picture, he'dâ
“MOM!” screamed Peter. “Henry switched the caps on my markers. I just put pink in the sky.”
“Did not!” yelled Henry.
“Did too!” wailed Peter.
“Prove it,” said Horrid Henry, smirking.
Mom came upstairs. Quickly Henry leaped over the mess covering the floor of his room, flopped on his bed, and grabbed a
Screamin' Demon
comic. Peter came and stood in the doorway.
“Henry's being horrid,” sniveled Peter.
“Henry, have you been in Peter's room?” said Mom.
Henry sighed loudly. “Of course I've been in his smelly room. I live here, don't I?”
“I mean when he wasn't there,” said Mom.
“No,” said Horrid Henry. This wasn't a lie, because even if Peter
wasn't
there his horrible stinky smell was.
“He has too,” said Peter. “Fluff Puff was turned the wrong way around.”
“Maybe he was just trying to escape from your stinky pants,” said Henry. “
I
would.”
“Mom!” said Peter.
“Henry! Don't be horrid. Leave your brother alone.”
“I
am
leaving him alone,” said Horrid Henry. “Why can't he leave
me
alone? And get out of
my
room, Peter!” he shrieked as Peter put his foot just inside Henry's door.
Peter quickly withdrew his foot.
Henry glared at Peter.
Peter glared at Henry.
Mom sighed. “The next one who goes into the other's room without permission will be banned from the computer for a week. And no allowance either.”
She turned to go.
Henry stuck out his tongue at Peter.
“Tattletale,” he mouthed.
“Mom!” screamed Peter.
Perfect Peter stalked back to his bedroom. How dare Henry sneak in and mess up his sheep? What a mean, horrible brother. Perhaps he needed to calm down and listen to a little music. The
Daffy and her Dancing Daisies Greatest Hits
CD always cheered him up.
“Dance and prance. Prance and dance.
You say moo moo. We say baa.
Everybody says moo moo baa baa,” piped Perfect Peter as he put on the Daffy CD.
Boils on your fat face
Boils make you dumb.
Chop Chop Chop 'em off
Stick 'em on your bum!
blared the CD player.
Huh? What was that horrible song? Peter yanked out the CD. It was the Skullbangers singing the horrible “Bony Boil” song. Henry must have sneaked a Skullbanger CD inside the Daffy case. How dare he? How dare he? Peter would storm straight downstairs and tell Mom. Henry would get into big trouble. Big, big trouble.
Then Peter paused. There
was
the teeny-tiny possibility that Peter had mixed them up by mistakeâ¦No. He needed absolute proof of Henry's horridness. He'd do his homework, then have a good look around Henry's room to see if his Daffy CD was hidden there.
Peter glanced at his to-do list pinned on his bulletin board. When he'd written it that morning it read:
The list now read:
At the bottom someone had added:
Well, here was proof! He was going to go straight down and tell on Henry.
“Mom! Henry was in my room again. He scribbled all over my to-do list.”
“Henry!” screamed Mom. “I am sick and tired of this! Keep out of your brother's bedroom! This is your last warning! No playing on the computer for a week!”
SNEAK. SNEAK. SNEAK.
Horrid Henry slipped inside the enemy's bedroom. He'd pay Peter back for getting him banned from the computer.
There was Peter's cello. Ha! It only took a moment to unwind all the strings. Now, what else, what else? He could switch around Peter's underpants and sock drawers.
No! Even better. Quickly Henry undid all of Peter's socks and mismatched them. Who said socks should match?
Tee hee. Peter would go crazy when he found out he was wearing one Sammy the Snail sock with one Daffy sock. Then Henry snatched Bunnykins off Peter's bed and crept out.
SNEAK. SNEAK. SNEAK.
Perfect Peter crept down the hall and stood outside Henry's bedroom, holding a muddy twig. His heart was pounding. Peter knew he was strictly forbidden to go into Henry's room without permission. But Henry kept breaking that rule. So why shouldn't he?
Squaring his shoulders, Peter tiptoed in.
CRUNCH.