Horrid Henry and the Mega-Mean Time Machine

Horrid Henry and the Mega-Mean Time Machine Horrid Henry flicked the switch. The time machine whirred. Dials spun. Buttons pulsed. Latches locked. Horrid Henry Time Traveller was ready for blast off! Now, where to go, where to go? Dinosaurs, thought Henry. Yes! Henry loved dinosaurs. He would love to stalk a few Tyrannosaurus Rexes as they rampaged through the primordial jungle. But what about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?‘Arise, Sir Henry, ' King Arthur would say, booting Lancelot out of his chair. ‘Sure thing, King, ' Sir Henry would reply, twirling his sword. ‘Out of my way, worms! ’

Or what about the siege of Troy? Heroic Henry, that's who he'd be, the fearless fighter dashing about doing daring deeds. Tempting, thought Henry. Very tempting. Wait a sec, what about visiting the future, where school was banned and parents had to do whatever their children told them? Where everyone had their own spaceship and ate sweets for dinner. And where King Henry the Horrible ruled supreme, chopping off the head of anyone who dared to say no to him. To the future, thought Henry, setting the dial. Bang! Pow! Henry braced himself for the jolt into hyperspace - 10, 9, 8, 7, 6- ‘Henry, it's my turn. ' Horrid Henry ignored the alien's whine. -5, 4, 3-

‘Henry! If you don't share I'm going to tell Mum. ' AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH. The Time Machine juddered to a halt. Henry climbed out. ‘Go away, Peter, ' said Henry. ‘You're spoiling everything. ' ‘But it's my turn. ' ‘GO AWAY! ’

‘Mum said we could both play with the box, ' said Peter. ‘We could cut out windows, make a little house, paint flowers - ' ‘NO! ’ screeched Henry. ‘But. . . ’ said Peter. He stood in the sitting room, holding his scissors and crayons. ‘Don't you touch my box! ' hissed Henry. ‘I will if I want to, 'said Peter. ‘And it's not yours. ' Henry had no right to boss him around, thought Peter. He'd been waiting such a long time for his turn. Well, he wasn't waiting any longer. He'd start cutting out a window this minute. Peter got out his scissors. ‘Stop! It's a time machine, you toad! ' shrieked Henry. Peter paused. Peter gasped. Peter stared at the huge cardboard box. A time machine? A time machine? How could it be a time machine? ‘It is not, ' said Peter.

‘Is too, ' said Henry. ‘But it's made of cardboard, ' said Peter. ‘And the washing machine came in it. ' Henry sighed. ‘Don't you know anything? If it looked like a time machine everyone would try to steal it. It's a time machine in disguise. ' Peter looked at the time machine. On the one hand he didn't believe Henry for one minute. This was just one of Henry's tricks. Peter was a hundred million billion percent certain Henry was lying. On the other hand, what if Henry was telling the truth for once and there was a real time machine in his sitting room? ‘If it is a time machine I want to have a go, ' said Peter. ‘You can't. You're too young, ' said Henry. ‘Am not. ' ‘Are too. ' Perfect Peter stuck out his bottom lip.