Horrid Henry's Stinkbomb

Horrid Henry's Stinkbomb “ I hate you, Margaret! " shrieked Sour Susan. She stumbled out of the Secret Club tent. " I hate you too! ” shricked Moody Margaret. Sour Susan stuck out her tongue. Moody Margaret stuck out hers back. “ I quit! " yelled Susan. “ You can't quit. You're fired! " yelled Margaret. “ You can't fire me. I quit! ” said Susan. “ I fired you first, " said Margaret. “ And I'm changing the password! ”

“ Go ahead. See if I care. I don't want to be in the Secret Club any more! ” said Susan sourly. “ Good! Because we don't want you. " Moody Margaret flounced back inside the Secret Club tent. Sour Susan stalked off. Free at last! Susan was sick and tired of her ex-best friend Bossyboots Margaret, Blaming her for the disastrous raid on the Purple Hand Fort when it was all Margaret's fault was bad enough. But then to ask stupid Linda to join the Secret Club without even telling her! Susan hated Linda even more than she hated Margaret. Linda hadn't invited Susan to her sleepover party. And she was a copycat. But Margaret didn't care. Today she'd made Linda chief spy. Well, Susan had had enough. Margaret had been mean to her once too often.

Susan heard gales of laughter from inside the club tent. So they were laughing, were they? Laughing at her, no doubt? Well, she'd show them. She knew all about Margaret's Top Secret Plans. And she knew someone who would be very interested in that information. “ Halt! Password! " “ Smelly toads, ” said Perfect Peter. He waited outside Henry's Purple Hand Fort. “ Wrong, ” said Horrid Henry. “ What's the new one then?" said Perfect Peter. “ I'm not telling you, " said Henry. “ You're fired, remember?" Perfect Peter did remember. He had hoped Henry had forgotten. “ Can't I join again, Henry?" asked Peter. “ No way! ” said Horrid Henry. “ Please?” said Perfect Peter. “ No, ” said Horrid Henry. “ Ralph's taken over your duties. "

Rude Ralph poked his head through the branches of Henry's lair. “ No babies allowed, " said Rude Ralph. “ We don't want you here, Peter, " said Horrid Henry. “ Get lost. ” Perfect Peter burst into tears. “ Crybaby! " jeered Horrid Henry. “ Crybaby! " jeered Rude Ralph. That did it. “ Mum! ” wailed Perfect Peter. He ran towards the house. “ Henry won't let me play and he called me a crybaby! ” “ Stop being horrid, Henry! ” shouted Mum. Peter waited. Mum didn't say anything else. Perfect Peter started to wail louder. “ Muuum! Henry's being mean to me! ”

“ Leave Peter alone, Henry! " shouted Mum. She came out of the house. Her hands were covered in dough. “ Henry, if you don't stop-" Mum looked around. “ Where’s Henry?” “ In his fort, " snivelled Peter. “ I thought you said he was being mean to you, " said Mum. “ He was! ” wailed Peter. “ Just keep away from him, ” said Mum. She went back into the house. Perfect Peter was outraged. Was that it? Why hadn't she punished Henry? Henry had been so horrid he deserved to go to prison for a year. Two years. And just get a crust of bread a week. And brussels sprouts. Ha! That would serve Henry right.