Horrid Henry's Christmas Play

Horrid Henry Christmas Cracker

Horrid Henry's Christmas Play A cold dark day in November (37 days till Christunas) Horrid Henry slumped on the carpet and willed the clock to go faster. Only five more minutes to hometime! Already Henry could taste those crisps he'd be sneaking from the cupboard. Miss Battle-Axe droned on about school dinners (yuck), the new drinking fountain blah blah blah, maths homework blah blah blah, the school Christmas play blah blah . . . what? Did Miss Battle-Axe say . . . Christmas play? Horrid Henry sat up.

‘This is a brand-new play with singing and dancing, ' continued Miss Battle-Axe. ‘And both the older and the younger children are taking part this year. ' Singing! Dancing! Showing off in front of the whole school! Years ago, when Henry was in the infants' class, he'd played eighth sheep in the nativity play and had snatched the baby from the manger and refused to hand him back. Henry hoped Miss Battle-Axe wouldn't remember. Because Henry had to play the lead. He had to. Who else but Henry could be an all-singing, all-dancing Joseph? ‘I want to be Mary, ' shouted every girl in the class. ‘I want to be a wise man! ' shouted Rude Ralph. ‘I want to be a sheep! ' shouted Anxious Andrew.

‘I want to be Joseph! ' shouted Horrid Henry. ‘No, me! ’ shouted Jazzy Jim. ‘Me! ’ shouted Brainy Brian. ‘Quiet! ’ shrieked Miss Battle-Axe. ‘I’m the director, and my decision about who will act which part is final. I've cast the play as follows: Margaret. You will be Mary. ' She handed her a thick script. Moody Margaret whooped with joy. All the other girls glared at her. ‘Susan, front legs of the donkey; Linda, hind legs; cows, Fiona and Clare. Blades of grass--' Miss Battle-Axe continued assigning parts. Pick me for Joseph, pick me for Joseph, Horrid Henry begged silently. Who better than the best actor in the school to play the starring part?

‘I'm a sheep, I'm a sheep, I'm a beautiful sheep! ’ warbled Singing Soraya. ‘I'm a shepherd! ' beamed Jolly Josh. ‘I'm an angel, ' trilled Magic Martha. ‘I'm a blade of grass, ' sobbed Weepy William. Joseph will be played by-' ‘ME! ’ screamed Henry. ‘Me! ’ screamed New Nick, Greedy Graham, Dizzy Dave and Aerobic Al. ‘--Peter, ' said Miss Battle-Axe. ‘From Miss Lovely's class. ' Horrid Henry felt as if he'd been slugged in the stomach. Perfect Peter?