Horrid Henry and the Fangmangler

Horrid Henry and the Fangmangler Horrid Henry snatched his skeleton bank and tried to twist open the trap door. Mum was taking him to Toy Heaven tomorrow. At last Henry would be able to buy the toy of his dreams: a Dungeon Drink kit. Ha ha ha - the tricks he'd play on his family, substituting their drinks for Dungeon stinkers.

Best of all, Moody Margaret would be green with envy. She wanted a Dungeon Drink kit too, but she didn't have any money. He'd have one first, and no way was Margaret ever going to play with it. Except for buying the occasional sweet and a few comics, Henry had been saving his money for weeks. Perfect Peter peeked round the door. “ I've saved £7. 53, " said Peter proudly, jingling his piggy bank. “ More than enough to buy my nature kit. How much do you have?” “ Millions, " said Henry. Perfect Peter gasped. “ You do not, " said Peter. “ Do you?” Henry shook his bank. A thin rattle came from within. “ That doesn't sound like millions, " said Peter.

" That's ‘cause five pound notes don't rattle, stupid, " said Henry. “ Mum! Henry called me stupid, " shrieked Peter. “ Stop being horrid, Henry! ” shouted Mum. Horrid Henry gave the lid of his bank a final yank and spilled the contents on to the floor. A single, solitary five pence coin rolled out.

Henry's jaw dropped. He grabbed the bank and fumbled around inside. It was empty. “ I've been robbed! " howled Horrid Henry. “ Where's my money? Who stole my money?" Mum ran into the room. “ What's all this fuss?” “ Peter stole my money! " screamed Henry. He glared at his brother. “ Just wait until I get my hands on you, you little thief, I'll -” “ No one stole your money, Henry, " said Mum. “ You've spent it all on sweets and comics. " “ I have not! " shrieked Henry. Mum pointed at the enormous pile of comics and sweet wrappers littering the floor of Henry's bedroom. “ What's all that then?” asked Mum.

Horrid Henry stopped shrieking. It was true. He had spent all his pocket money on comics and sweets. He just hadn't noticed. " It's not fair! " he screamed. “ I saved all 0 pocket money, Mum, " said Perfect Peter. “ After all, a penny saved is a penny earned. " Mum smiled at him. “ Well done, Peter. Henry, let this be a lesson to you. ”