Horrid Henry and the Comfy Black Chair

Horrid Henry's Haunted House

Horrid Henry and the Comfy Black Chair Ah, Saturday! Best day of the week, thought Horrid Henry, flinging off the covers and leaping out of bed. No school! No homework! A day of TV heaven! Mum and Dad liked sleeping in on a Saturday. So long as Henry and Peter were quiet they could watch TV until Mum and Dad woke up. Horrid Henry could picture it now. He would stretch out in the comfy black chair, grab the remote control, and switch on the TV. All his favourite shows were on today: Rapper Zapper, Mutant Max, and Gross-Out. If he hurried he would be just in time for Rapper Zapper.

He thudded down the stairs and flung open the sitting room door. A horrible sight met his eyes. There, stretched out on the comfy black chair and clutching the remote control, was his younger brother, Perfect Peter. Henry gasped. How could this be? Henry always got downstairs first. The TV was already on. But it was not switched to Rapper Zapper. A terrible tinkly tune tricklcd out of the TV. Oh no! It was the world's most boring show, Daffy and her Dancing Daisies.

“ Switch the channel! ” ordered Henry. “ Rapper Zapper's on. ” “ That's a horrid, nasty programme, " said Perfect Peter, shuddering. He held tight to the remote. “ I said switch the channel! " hissed Henry. “ I won't! ” said Peter. “ You know the rules. The first one downstairs gets to sit in the comfy black chair and decides what to watch. And I want to watch Daffy. " Henry could hardly believe his ears. Perfect Peter was . . . refusing to obey an order? “ NO! ” screamed Henry. “ I hate that show. I want to watch Rapper Zapper! " “ Well, I want to watch Daffy, " said Perfect Peter.

" But that's a baby show, " said Henry. “ Dance, my daisies, dance! " squealed the revolting Daffy. “ La, la la la la! ” trilled the daisies. “ La, la la la la! ” sang Peter. “ Baby, baby! ” taunted Henry. If only he could get Peter to run upstairs crying then he could get the chair. “ Peter is a baby, Peter is a baby! ” jeered Henry. Peter kept his eyes glued to the screen. Horrid Henry could stand it no longer. He pounced on Peter, snatched the remote, and pushed Peter onto the floor. He was Rapper Zapper liquidating a pesky android. “ AAAAAH! ” screamed Perfect Peter. “ MUUUMMM! ” Horrid Henry leaped into the comfy black chair and switched channels. “ Grrrrrrr! ” growled Rapper Zapper, blasting a baddie.