Horrid Henry's Rainy Day

Horrid Henry's Rainy Day Horrid Henry was bored. Horrid Henry was fed up. He'd been banned from the computer for rampaging through Our Town Museum. He'd been banned from watching TV just because he was caught watching a teeny tiny bit extra after he'd been told to switch it off right after Mutant Max. Could he help it if an exciting new series about a rebel robot had started right after? How would he know if it were any good unless he watched some of it?

It was completely unfair and all Peter's fault for telling on him, and Mom and Dad were the meanest, most horrible parents in the world. And now he was stuck indoors, all day long, with absolutely nothing to do. The rain splattered down. The house was gray. The world was gray. The universe was gray. “ I'm bored! " wailed Horrid Henry. “ Read a book, ” said Mom. “ Do your homework, ” said Dad. “ NO! ” said Horrid Henry.

“ Then tidy your room, ” said Mom. “ Unload the dishwasher, " said Dad. “ Empty the garbage, ” said Mom. “ NO WAY! ” shrieked Horrid Henry. What was he, a slave? Better keep out of his parents’way or they'd come up with even more horrible things for him to do. Horrid Henry stomped up to his boring bedroom and slammed the door. Uggh. He hated all his toys. He hated all his music. He hated all his games. UGGGHHHHHH! What could he do? Aha. He could always check to see what Peter was up to. Perfect Peter was sitting in his room arranging stamps in his stamp album. “ Peter is a baby, Peter is a baby, " jeered Horrid Henry, sticking his head around the door.

“ Don't call me baby, ” said Perfect Peter. “ OK, duke of poop, " said Henry. “ Don't call me duke! ” shrieked Peter. “ OK, poopsicle, ” said Henry. “ MOOOOM! ” wailed Peter. “ Henry called me poopsicle! " “ Don't be horrid, Henry! " shouted Mom. “ Stop calling your brother names. ” Horrid Henry smiled sweetly at Peter. “ OK, Peter, 'cause I'm so nice, I'll let you make a list of ten names that you don't want to be called, ” said Henry. “ And it will only cost you $1. ”

A dollar! Perfect Peter could not believe his ears. Peter would pay much more than that never to be called poopsicle again. " Is this a trick, Henry?" said Peter. “ No, ” said Henry. “ How dare you? I make you a good offer, and you accuse me. Well, just for that-” “ Wait, ” said Peter. “ I accept. ” He handed Henry a dollar bill. At last, all those horrid names would be banned. Henry would never call him duke of poop again. Peter got out a piece of paper and a pencil. Now, let's see, what to put on the list, thought Peter. Poopsicle, for a start. And I hate being called baby and diaper face and duke of poop. Peter wrote and wrote and wrote. “ OK, Henry, here's the list, ” said Peter.