Horrid Henry and the Mummy’s Curse

Horrid Henry and the Mummy’s Curse Tiptoe. Tiptoe. Tiptoe. Horrid Henry crept down the hall. The coast was clear. Mom and Dad were in the garden, and Peter was playing at Tidy Ted's. Tee hee, thought Henry, then darted into Perfect Peter's room and shut the door. There it was. Sitting unopened on Peter's shelf. The grossest, yuckiest, most stomach-curdling kit Henry had ever seen. A brand-new, deluxe“ Curse of the Mummy” kit, complete with a plastic body to mummify, mummy-wrapping gauze, curse book, amulets, and, best of all, removable mummy organs to put in a canopic jar. Peter had won it at the “ Meet a Real Mummy” exhibition at the museum, but he'd never even played with it once.

Of course, Henry wasn't allowed into Peter's bedroom without permission. He was also not allowed to play with Peter's toys. This was so unfair, Henry could hardly believe it. True, he wouldn't let Peter touch his Boom-Boom Basher, his Goo-Shooter, or his Dungeon Drink kit. In fact, since Henry refused to share any of his toys with Peter, Mom had forbidden Henry to play with any of Peter's toys--or else.

Henry didn't care--Perfect Peter had boring baby toys--that is, until he brought home the mummy kit. Henry had ached to play with it. And now was his chance. Horrid Henry tore off the wrapping and opened the box. WOW! So gross! Henry felt a delicious shiver. He loved mummies. What could be more thrilling than looking at an ancient, wrapped-up DEAD body? Even a pretend one was wonderful. And now he had hours of fun ahead of him. Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter! Oh help, someone was coming up the stairs! Horrid Henry shoved the mummy kit behind him as Peter's bedroom door swung open and Perfect Peter strolled in.

“ Out of my way, worm! " shouted Henry. Perfect Peter slunk off. Then he stopped. “ Wait a minute, " he said. “ You're in my room! You can't order me out of my own room! " “ Oh yeah?” blustered Henry. “ Yeah! " said Pcter. “ You're supposed to be at Ted's, ” said Henry, trying to distract him. “ He got sick, ” said Peter. He stepped closer. “ And you're playing with my kit! You're not allowed to play with any of my things! Mom said so! I'm going to tell her right now! ”

Uh oh. If Peter told on him, Henry would be in big trouble. Very big trouble. Henry had to save himself, fast. He had two choices. He could leap on Peter and throttle him. Or he could use weasel words. “ I wasn't playing with it, ” said Henry smoothly. “ I was trying to protect you. " “ No you weren't, ” said Peter. “ I'm telling. ” “ I was too, ” said Henry. “ I was trying to protect you from the Mummy's Curse. " Perfect Peter headed for the door. Then he stopped. “ What curse?” said Peter. “ The curse that turns people into mummies! " said Henry desperately. “ There's no such thing, ” said Peter.