Horrid Henry's Wedding

Horrid Henry's Wedding “ I'm not wearing these horrible clothes and that's that! " Horrid Henry glared at the mirror. A stranger smothered in a lilac ruffled shirt, green satin knickerbockers, tights, pink cummerbund tied in a floppy bow and pointy white satin shoes with gold buckles glared back at him. Henry had never seen anyone looking so silly in his life. “ Aha ha ha ha ha! ” shrieked Horrid Henry, pointing at the mirror.

Then Henry peered more closely. The ridiculous looking boy was him. Perfect Peter stood next to Horrid Henry. He too was smothered in a lilac ruffled shirt, green satin knickerbockers, tights, pink cummerbund and pointy white shoes with gold buckles. But, unlike Henry, Peter was smiling. “ Aren't they adorable! ” squealed Prissy Polly. “ That's how my children are always going to dress. ” Prissy Polly was Horrid Henry's horrible older cousin. Prissy Polly was always squeaking and squealing: “ Eeek, it's a speck of dust. " “ Eeek, it's a puddle. " “ Eeek, my hair is a mess. ” But when Prissy Polly announced she was getting married to Pimply Paul and wanted Henry and Peter to be pageboys, Mum said yes before Henry could stop her.

“ What’s a pageboy?” asked Henry suspiciously. “ A pageboy carries the wedding rings down the aisle on a satin cushion, " said Mum. “ And throws confetti afterwards, " said Dad. Henry liked the idea of throwing confetti. But carrying rings on a cushion? No thanks. “ I don't want to be a pageboy, " said Henry. “ I do, I do, " said Peter. “ You're going to be a pageboy, and that's that, " said Mum. “ And you'll behave yourself, " said Dad. “ It's very kind of cousin Polly to ask you. " Henry scowled. “ Who'd want to be married to her?” said Henry. “ I wouldn't if you paid me a million pounds. ”

But for some reason the bridegroom, Pimply Paul, did want to marry Prissy Polly. And, as far as Henry knew, he had not been paid one million pounds. Pimply Paul was also trying on his wedding clothes. He looked ridiculous in a black top hat, lilac shirt, and a black jacket covered in gold swirls. “ I won't wear these silly clothes, ” said Henry. “ Oh be quiet, you little brat, " snapped Pimply Paul. Horrid Henry glared at him. “ I won't, ” said Henry. “ And that's final. ” " Henry, stop being horrid, ” said Mum. She looked extremely silly in a big floppy hat dripping with flowers. Suddenly Henry grabbed at the lace ruffles round his throat.

" I'm choking, " he gasped. “ I can't breathe. " Then Henry fell to the floor and rolled around. “ Uggggghhhhhhh, " moaned Henry. " I'm dying. " " Get up this minute, Henry! " said Dad. “ Eeek, there's dirt on the floor! " shrieked Polly.