Horrid Henry Tricks and Treats

Horrid Henry and the Bogey Babysitter

Horrid Henry Tricks and Treats Hallowe'en! Oh happy, happy day! Every year Horrid Henry could not believe it: an entire day devoted to stuffing your face with sweets and playing horrid tricks. Best of all, you were supposed to stuff your face and play horrid tricks. Whoopee! Horrid Henry was armed and ready. He had loo roll. He had water pistols. He had shaving foam. Oh my, would he be playing tricks tonight. Anyone who didn't instantly hand over a fistful of sweets would get it with the foam. And woe betide any fool who gave him an apple. Horrid Henry knew how to treat rotten grown-ups like that.

His red and black devil costume lay ready on the bed, complete with evil mask, twinkling horns, trident, and whippy tail. He'd scare everyone wearing that. “ Heh heh heh, ” said Horrid Henry, practising his evil laugh. “ Henry, ” came a little voice outside his bedroom door, “ come and see my new costume. " “ No, " said Henry. “ Oh please, Henry, ” said his younger brother, Perfect Peter. “ No, ” said Henry. “ I'm busy. " “ You're just jealous because my costume is nicer than yours, " said Peter. “ Am not. " “ Are too. ” Come to think of it, what was Peter wearing? Last year he'd copied Henry's monster costume and ruined Henry's Hallowe'en. What if he were copying Henry's devil costume? That would be just like that horrible little copycat.

“ All right, you can come in for two seconds, " said Henry. A big, pink bouncy bunny bounded into Henry's room. It had little white bunny ears. It had a little white bunny tail. It had pink polka dots everywhere else. Horrid Henry groaned. What a stupid costume. Thank goodness he wasn't wearing it.

“ Isn't it great?” said Perfect Peter. “ No, ” said Henry. “ It's horrible. " “ You're just saying that to be mean, Henry, ” said Peter, bouncing up and down. “ I can't wait to go trick-or- treating in it tonight. " Oh no. Horrid Henry felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach. Henry would be expected to go out trick or treating - with Peter! He, Henry, would have to walk around with a pink polka dot bunny. Everyone would see him. The shame of it! Rude Ralph would never stop teasing him. Moody Margaret would call him a bunny wunny. How could he play tricks on people with a pink polka dot bunny following him everywhere? He was ruined. His name would be a joke. “ You can't wear that, ” said Henry desperately. “ Yes I can, ” said Peter.