Horrid Henry's Raid

Horrid Henry's Raid “ You're such a pig, Susan! ” “ No I'm not! You're the pig! " “ You are! ” squealed Moody Margaret. “ You are! ” squealed Sour Susan. “ Oink! " “ Oink! ” All was not well at Moody Margaret's Secret Club. Sour Susan and Moody Margaret glared at each other inside the Secret Club tent. Moody Margaret waved the empty biscuit tin in Susan's sour face. “ Someone ate all the biscuits, ” said Moody Margaret. “ And it wasn't me. ”

“ Well, it wasn't me, ” said Susan. “ Liar! " “ Liar! ” Margaret stuck out her tongue at Susan. Susan stuck out her tongue at Margaret. Margaret yanked Susan's hair. “ Oww! You horrible meanie! ” shrieked Susan. “ I hate you. " She yanked Margaret's hair. “ OWWW! ” screeched Moody Margaret. “ How dare you?” They scowled at each other. “ Wait a minute, " said Margaret. “ You don't think - ”

Not a million miles away, sitting on a throne inside the Purple Hand fort hidden behind prickly branches, Horrid Henry wiped a few biscuit crumbs from his mouth and burped. Um boy, nothing beat the taste of an arch-enemy's biscuits. The branches parted. “ Password! " hissed Horrid Henry. “ Smelly toads. ” “ Enter, " said Henry. The sentry entered and gave the secret handshake. “ Henry, why - ” began Perfect Peter. “ Call me by my title, Worm! " “ Sorry, Henry - I mean Lord High Excellent Majesty of the Purple Hand. ” “ That’s better, ” said Henry. He waved his hand and pointed at the ground. “ Be seated, Worm. "

“ Why am I Worm and you're Lord High Excellent Majesty?” “ Because I'm the Leader, ” said Henry. “ I want a better title, ” said Peter. “ All right, " said the Lord High Excellent Majesty, “ you can be Lord Worm. ” Peter considered. “ What about Lord High Worm?” “ OK, ” said Henry. Then he froze. “ Worm! Footsteps! ” Perfect Peter peeked through the leaves. “ Enemies approaching! " he warned. Pounding feet paused outside the entrance. “ Password! " said Horrid Henry. “ Dog poo breath, " said Margaret, bursting in. Sour Susan followed. “ That's not the password, " said Henry. “ You can't come in, " squeaked the sentry, a little late.

“ You've been stealing the Secret Club biscuits, " said Moody Margaret. “ Yeah, Henry, " said Susan. Horrid Henry stretched and yawned. “ Prove it. " Moody Margaret pointed to all the crumbs lying on the dirt floor. “ Where did all these crumbs come from, then?” “ Biscuits, " said Henry. “ So you admit it! ” shrieked Margaret.