Horrid Henry's Christmas

Horrid Henry's Christmas Perfect Peter sat on the sofa looking through the Toy Heaven catalogue. Henry had hogged it all morning to write his Christmas present list. Naturally, this was not a list of the presents Henry planned to give. This was a list of what he wanted to get. Horrid Henry looked up from his work. He'd got a bit stuck after: a million pounds, a parrot, a machete, swimming pool, trampoline, and Killer Catapult. “ Gimme that! " ” shouted Horrid Henry. He snatched the Toy Hcaven catalogue from Perfect Peter. “ You give that back! " shouted Peter.

“ It’s my turn! " shouted Henry. “ You've had it the whole morning! " shrieked Peter. “ Mum! " “ Stop being horrid, Henry, " said Mum, running in from the kitchen. Henry ignored her, His eyes were glued to the catalogue. He'd found it. The toy of his dreams. The toy he had to have. “ I want a Boom-Boom Basher, " said Henry. It was a brilliant toy which crashed into everything, an ear-piercing siren wailing all the while. Plus all the trasher attachments. Just the thing for knocking down Perfect Peter's marble run. “ I've got to have a Boom-Boom Basher, " said Henry, adding it to his list in big letters. “ Absolutely not, Henry, " said Mum. “ I will not have that horrible noisy toy in my house. " “ Aw, come on, " said Henry. “ Pleeease. "

Dad came in. “ I want a Boom-Boom Basher for Christmas, " said Henry. “ No way, " said Dad. “ Too expensive. " “ You are the meanest, most horrible parents in the whole world, " screamed Henry. “ I hate you! I want a Boom-Boom Basher! ” “ That's no way to ask, Henry, " said Perfect Peter. “ I want doesn't get. " Henry lunged at Peter. He was an octopus squeezing the life out of the helpless fish trapped in its tentacles. “ Help, " spluttered Peter. “ Stop being horrid, Henry, or I'll cancel the visit to Father Christmas, " shouted Mum. Henry stopped. The smell of burning mince pies drifted into the room. “ Ahh, my pies! ” shrieked Mum.

" How much longer are we going to have to wait?” whined Henry. “ I'm sick of this! " Horrid Henry, Perfect Peter, and Mum were standing near the end of a very long queue waiting to see Father Christmas. They had been waiting for a very long time. “ Oh, Henry, isn't this exciting, " said Peter. “ A chance to meet Father Christmas. I don't mind how long I wait. " “ Well I do, ” snapped Henry. He began to squirm his way through the crowd.

“ Hey, stop pushing! " shouted Dizzy Dave. “ Wait your turn! ” shouted Moody Margaret. “ I was here first! ” shouted Lazy Linda. Henry shoved his way in beside Rude Ralph. “ What are you asking Father Christmas for?” said Henry. “ I want a Boom-Boom Basher. " “ Me too, " said Ralph. “ And a GooShooter. " Henry's ears pricked up. “ What's that?' “ It's really cool, ” said Ralph. “ It splatters green goo over everything and everybody. " “ Yeah! ” said Horrid Henry as Mum dragged him back to his former place in the queue.