Horrid Henry's Author Visit

Horrid Henry's Author Visit Horrid Henry woke up. He felt strange. He felt. . . happy. He felt. . . excited. But why? Was it the weekend? No. Was it a day off school? No. Had Miss Battle-Axe been kidnapped by aliens and transported to another galaxy to slave in the salt mines? No (unfortunately). So why was he feeling so excited on a school day? And then Horrid Henry remembered.

Oh wow! ! It was Book Week at Henry's school, and his favorite author in the whole world, TJ Fizz, the writer of the stupendous Ghost Quest and Mad Machines and Skeleton Skunks, was coming to talk to his class. Henry had read every single one of TJ's brilliant books, even after lights out. Rude Ralph thought they were almost as good as Mutant Max comics. Horrid Henry thought they were even better. Perfect Peter bounced into his room. “ Isn't it exciting, Henry?” said Perfect Peter. “ Our class is going to meet a real live author! Milksop Miles is coming today. He's the man who wrote The Happy Nappy. Do you think he'll sign my copy?” Horrid Henry snorted. The Happy Nappy! Only the dumbest book ever. All those giant diapers with names like Rappy Nappy and Zappy Nappy and Tappy Nappy dancing and prancing around. And then the truly horrible Gappy Nappy, who was always wailing, “ I'm leaking! ”

Horrid Henry shuddered. He was amazed that Milksop Miles dared to show his face after writing such a boring book. “ Only a wormy toad like you could like such a stupid story, ” said Henry. “ It's not stupid, ” said Peter. " Is too. ” “ Is not. And he's bringing his guitar. Miss Lovely said so. ” “ Big deal, ” said Horrid Henry. “ We've got TJ Fizz. ”

Perfect Peter shuddered. “ Her books are too scary, ” said Peter. “ That’s 'cause you're a baby. ” “ Mom! ” shrieked Peter. “ Henry called me baby. ” “ Tattletale, ” hissed Henry. “ Don't be horid, Henry, ” shouted Mom. Horrid Henry sat in class with a huge tote bag filled with all his TJ Fizz books. Everyone in the class had drawn book covers for Ghost Quest and Ghouls' Jewels, and written their own Skeleton Skunk story. Henry's of course was the best: Skeleton Skunk Meets Terminator Gladiator: May the Smelliest Fighter Win! He would give it to TJ Fizz if she paid him a million dollars.

Ten minutes to go. How could he live until it was time for her to arrive? Miss Battle-Axe cleared her throat. “ Class, we have a very important guest coming. I know you're all very excited, but I will not tolerate anything but perfect behavior today. Anyone who misbehaves will be sent out. Is that clear?” She glared at Henry. Henry scowled back. Of course he would be perfect. TJ Fizz was coming! “ Has everyone thought of a good question to ask her? I'll write the best ones on the board, ” continued Miss Battle-Axe. “ How much money do you make?” shouted Rude Ralph. “ How many TVs do you have?” shouted Horrid Henry.