Perfect Peter's Revenge

Perfect Peter's Revenge Perfect Peter had had enough. Why oh why did he always fall for Henry's tricks? Every time it happened he swore Henry would never ever trick him again. And every time he fell for it. How could he have believed that there were fairies at the bottom of the garden? Or that there was such a thing as a Fangmangler? But the time machine was the worst. The very very worst. Everyone had teased him. Even Goody-Goody Gordon asked him if he'd seen any spaceships recently. Well, never again. His mean, horrible brother had tricked him for the very last time.

I'll get my revenge, thought Perfect Peter, pasting the last of his animal stamps into his album. I'll make Henry sorry for being so mean to me. But what horrid mean nasty thing could he do? Peter had never tried to be revenged on anyone. He asked Tidy Ted. ‘Mess up his room, ' said Ted. But Henry's room was already a mess. He asked Spotless Sam. ‘Put a spaghetti stain on his shirt, ' said Sam. But Henry's shirts were already stained. Peter picked up a copy of his favourite magazine Best Boy. Maybe it would have some handy hints on the perfect revenge. He searched the table of contents: · IS YOUR BEDROOM AS TIDY AS IT COULD BE? · TEN TOP TIPS FOR PLEASING YOUR PARENTS · HOW TO POLISH YOUR TROPHIES · WHY MAKING YOUR BED IS GOOD FOR YOU · READERS TELL US ABOUT THEIR FAVOURITE CHORES!

Reluctantly, Peter closed Best Boy magazine. Somehow he didn't think he'd find the answer inside. He was on his own. I'll tell Mum that Henry eats sweets in his bedroom, thought Peter. Then Henry would get into trouble. Big big trouble. But Henry got into trouble all the time. That wouldn't be anything special. I know, thought Peter, I'll hide Mr Kill. Henry would never admit it, but he couldn't sleep without Mr Kill. But so what if Henry couldn't sleep? He'd just come and jump on Peter's head or sneak downstairs and watch scary movies. I have to think of something really, really horrid, thought Peter. It was hard for Peter to think horrid thoughts, but Peter was determined to try.

He would call Henry a horrid name, like Ugly Toad or Poo Poo face. That would show him. But if I did Henry would hit me, thought Peter. Wait, he could tell everyone at school that Henry wore nappies. Henry the big nappy. Henry the big smelly nappy. Henry nappy face. Henry poopy pants. Peter smiled happily. That would be a perfect revenge. Then he stopped smiling. Sadly, no one at school would believe that Henry still wore nappies. Worse, they might think that Peter still did! Eeeek.

I've got it, thought Peter, I'll put a muddy twig in Henry's bed. Peter had read a great story about a younger brother who'd done just that to a mean older one. That would serve Henry right. But was a muddy twig enough revenge for all of Henry's crimes against him? No it was not. I give up, thought Peter, sighing. It was hopeless. He just couldn't think of anything horrid enough. Peter sat down on his beautifully made bed and opened Best Boy magazine. TELL MUM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HER! shrieked the headline.