Horrid Henry's School Trip

Horrid Henry's School Trip “ Don't forget my packed lunch for the school trip, " shouted Horrid Henry for the tenth time. " I want crisps, biscuits, chocolate, and a fizzywizz drink. ” “ No way, Henry, " said Dad grimly, slicing carrots. “ I'm making you a healthy, nutritious lunch. " “ But I don't want a healthy lunch, " howled Henry. “ I like sweets! " “ Sweets, yuck, ” said Perfect Peter.

He peeked in his lunch box. “ Oh boy, an apple! ” said Peter. “ And egg and cress on brown bread with the crusts on! And carrot and celery sticks, my favourite! Thank you so much, Dad. Henry, if you don't eat healthy food, you'll never grow big and strong. ” “ Oh yeah, ” said Henry. “ I'll show you how big and strong I am, you little pipsqueak, " he added, springing at Peter. He was a boa constrictor throttling his prey. “ Uggghhhh, ” choked Peter. “ Stop being horrid, Henry! " shouted Mum. " Or there will be no school trip for you. " Henry let Peter go. Horrid Henry loved school trips. No work. No assembly. A packed lunch. A chance to fool around all day. What could be better?

" I'm going to the Frosty Freeze Ice Cream factory, " said Henry. “ Free ice creams for everyone. Yippee! " Perfect Peter made a face. " I don't like ice cream, " he said. “ My class is going somewhere much better - our Town Museum. And Mum's coming to help. " “ I'd rather be boiled alive and eaten by cannibals than go to that boring old dump, " said Horrid Henry, shuddering. Mum had dragged him there once. Never again. Then Henry noticed Peter's T-shirt. It was exactly the same as his, purple striped with gold stars. “ Tell Peter to stop copying what I wear to school! " screamed Henry. “ It doesn't matter, Henry, " said Mum. “ You're going on different trips. No one will notice. ”

“ Just keep out of my way, Peter, " snarled Henry. “ I don't want anyone to think we're related. " Horrid Henry's class buzzed with excitement as they scrambled to be first on the bus. “ I've got crisps! " shouted Dizzy Dave. “ I've got biscuits! " shouted Anxious Andrew. “ I've got toffee and chocolate and lollies and three fizzywizzes! " shouted Greedy Graham.

“ WAAAA, ” wailed Weepy William. “ I forgot my packed lunch. ” “ Quiet! ” ordered Miss Battle-Axe as the bus started moving. “ Sit still and behave. No eating on the bus. William, stop weeping. " “ I need a wee! " shouted Lazy Linda. “ Well, you'll have to wait, " snapped Miss Battle-Axe. Horrid Henry had trampled his way to the window seats at the back next to Rude Ralph and Greedy Graham. He liked those seats best. Miss Battle-Axe couldn't see him, and he could make faces at all the people in the cars behind him. Henry and Ralph rolled down the window and chanted: “ Beans, beans, good for the heart, The more you eat, the more you -” “ HENRY! ” bellowed Miss Battle-Axe. “ Turn around and face forward NOW! ”