Horrid Henry's Christmas Lunch

Horrid Henry's Christmas Lunch 25 December(at last) ‘Oh, handkerchiefs, just what I wanted, ' said Perfect Peter. ‘Thank you so much. ' ‘Not handkerchiefs again, ' moaned Horrid Henry, throwing the hankies aside and ripping the paper off the next present in his pile. ‘Don't tear the wrapping paper! ’squeaked Perfect Peter. Horrid Henry ripped open the present and groaned.

Yuck (a pen, pencil, and ruler). Yuck (a dictionary). Yuck (gloves). OK(£15- should have been a lot more). Eeew(a pink bow tie from Aunt Ruby). Eeew (mints). Yum (huge tin of chocolates). Good (five more knights for his army). Very good (a subscription to Gross-Out Fan Club). . . And (very very good) a Terminator Gladiator trident . . . and . . . And . . . where was the rest? ‘Is that it?’ shrieked Henry. ‘You haven't opened my present, Henry, ' said Peter. ‘I hope you like it. ' Horrid Henry tore off the wrapping. It was a Manners With Maggie calendar. ‘Ugh, gross, ' said Henry. ‘No thank you. ' ‘Henry! ’ said Mum. ‘That's no way to receive a present. '

‘I don't care, ' moaned Horrid Henry. ‘Where's my Zapatron Hip-Hop dinosaur? And where's the rest of the Terminator Gladiator fighting kit? I wanted everything, not just the trident. ' ‘Maybe next year, ' said Mum. ‘But I want it now! ' howled Henry. ‘Henry, you know that “ I want doesn't get" , ' said Peter. ‘Isn't that right. Mum?' ‘It certainly is, ' said Mum. ‘And I haven't heard you say thank you, Henry. ' Horrid Henry glared at Peter and sprang. He was a hornet stinging a worm to death.

‘WAAAAAAH! ’wailed Peter. ‘Henry! Stop it or--' Ding! Dong! ‘They're here! ' shouted Horrid Henry, leaping up and abandoning his prey. ‘That means more presents! ' ‘Wait, Henry, ' said Mum. But too late. Henry raced to the door and flung it open. There stood Granny and Grandpa, Prissy Polly, Pimply Paul, and Vomiting Vera. ‘Gimme my presents! ' he shrieked, snatching a bag of brightly wrapped gifts out of Granny's hand and spilling them on the floor. Now, where were the ones with his name on? ‘Merry Christmas, everyone, ' said Mum brightly. ‘Henry, don't be rude. '

I'm not being rude, ' said Henry. ‘I just want my presents. Great, money! ' said Henry, beaming. ‘Thanks, Granny! But couldn't you add a few pounds and--' ‘Henry, don't be horrid! ' snapped Dad. ‘Let the guests take off their coats, ' said Mum. ‘Bleeeeech, ' said Vomiting Vera, throwing up on Paul. ‘Eeeeek, ' said Polly. All the grown-ups gathered in the sitting room to open their gifts. ‘Peter, thank you so much for the perfume, it's my favourite, ' said Granny. ‘I know, ' said Peter.