Horrid Henry's Hike

Horrid Henry and the Mega-Mean Time Machine

Horrid Henry's Hike Horrid Henry looked out of the window. AAARRRGGGHHH! It was a lovely day. The sun was shining. The birds were tweeting. The breeze was blowing. Little fluffy clouds floated by in a bright blue sky. Rats. Why couldn't it be raining? Or hailing? Or sleeting? Any minute, any second, it would happen. . . the words he'd been dreading, the words he'd give anything not to hear, the words - ‘Henry! Peter! Time to go for a walk, ' called Mum.

‘Yippee! ’ said Perfect Peter. ‘I can wear my new yellow wellies! ' ‘NO! ’ screamed Horrid Henry. Go for a walk! Go for a walk! Didn't he walk enough already? He walked to school. He walked home from school. He walked to the TV. He walked to the computer. He walked to the sweet jar and all the way back to the comfy black chair. Horrid Henry walked plenty. Ugghh. The last thing he needed was more walking. More chocolate, yes. More crisps, yes. More walking? No way! Why oh why couldn't his parents ever say, ‘Henry! Time to play on the computer. ' Or ‘Henry, stop doing your homework this minute! Time to turn on the TV. '

But no. For some reason his mean, horrible parents thought he spent too much time sitting indoors. They'd been threatening for weeks to make him go on a family walk. Now the dreadful moment had come. His precious weekend was ruined. Horrid Henry hated nature. Horrid Henry hated fresh air. What could be more boring than walking up and down streets staring at lamp posts? Or sloshing across some stupid muddy park?Nature smelled. Uggh! He'd much rather be inside watching TV. Mum stomped into the sitting room. ‘Henry! Didn't you hear me calling?' ‘No, ' lied Henry.

‘Get your wellies on, we're going, ' said Dad, rubbing his hands. ‘What a lovely day. ' ‘I don't want to go for a walk, ' said Henry. ‘I want to watch Rapper Zapper Zaps Terminator Gladiator. ' ‘But Henry, ' said Perfect Peter, ‘fresh air and exercise are so good for you. ' ‘I don't care! ' shrieked Henry. Horrid Henry stomped downstairs and flung open the front door. He breathed in deeply, hopped on one foot, then shut the door. ‘There! Done it. Fresh air and exercise, ' snarled Henry. ‘Henry, we're going, ' said Mum. ‘Get in the car. ' Henry's ears pricked up. ‘The car?’ said Henry. ‘I thought we were going for a walk. ' ‘We are, ’ said Mum. ‘In the countryside. ' ‘Hurray! ’ said Perfect Peter. ‘A nice long walk. '