Horrid Henry's Car Journey

Horrid Henry's Car Journey “ Henry! We're waiting! ” “ Henry! Get down here! ” “ Henry! I'm warning you! ” Horrid Henry sat on his bed and scowled. His mean, horrible parents could warn him all they liked. He wasn't moving. “ Henry! We're going to be late, " yelled Mum. “ Good! " shouted Henry. “ Henry! This is your final warning, " yelled Dad. " I don't want to go to Polly's! " screamed Henry. “ I want to go to Ralph's birthday party. "

Mum stomped upstairs. “ Well you can't, ” said Mum. “ You're coming to the christening, and that's that. " “ NO! ” screeched Henry. “ I hate Polly, I hate babies, and I hate you! ” Henry had been a page boy at the wedding of his cousin, Prissy Polly, when she'd married Pimply Paul. Now they had a prissy, pimply baby, Vomiting Vera. Henry had met Vera once before. She'd thrown up all over him. Henry had hoped never to see her again until she was grown up and behind bars, but no such luck. He had to go and watch her be dunked in a vat of water, on the same day that Ralph was having a birthday party at Goo-Shooter World. Henry had been longing for ages to go to Goo-Shooter World. Today was his chance. His only chance. But no. Everything was ruined.

Perfect Peter poked his head round the door. “ I'm all ready, Mum, ” said Perfect Peter. His shoes were polished, his teeth were brushed, and his hair neatly combed. “ I know how annoying it is to be kept waiting when you're in a rush. ” “ Thank you, darling Peter, ” said Mum. “ At least one of my children knows how to behave. " Horrid Henry roared and attacked. He was a swooping vulture digging his claws into a dead mouse. “ AAAAAAAAAEEEEE! ” squealed Peter. “ Stop being horrid, Henry! " said Mum.

“ No one told me it was today! ” screeched Henry. “ Yes we did, " said Mum. “ But you weren't paying attention. " “ As usual, " said Dad. “ I knew we were going, " said Peter. “ I DON'T WANT TO GO TO POLLY’S! ” screamed Henry. “ I want to go to Ralph's! " “ Get in the car - NOW! ” said Dad. “ Or no TV for a year! " said Mum. Eeek! Horrid Henry stopped wailing. No TV for a year. Anything was better than that. Grimly, he stomped down the stairs and out the front door. They wanted him in the car. They'd have him in the car. “ Don't slam the door, " said Mum. SLAM!

Horrid Henry pushed Peter away from the car door and scrambled for the right- hand side behind the driver. Perfect Peter grabbed his legs and tried to climb over him. Victory! Henry got there first. Henry liked sitting on the right-hand side so he could watch the speedometer. Peter liked sitting on the right-hand side so he could watch the speedometer. “ Mum, ” said Peter. “ It’s my turn to sit on the right! ” “ No it isn't, ” said Henry. “ It's mine. ”