Horrid Henry's Newspaper

Horrid Henry Robs the Bank

Horrid Henry's Newspaper ‘It's not fair! ' howled Horrid Henry. ‘I want a Hip-Hop Robot dog! ' Horrid Henry needed money. Lots and lots and lots of money. His parents didn't need money, and yet they had loads more than he did. It was so unfair. Why was he so brilliant at spending money, and so bad at getting money? And now Mum and Dad refused to buy him something he desperately needed. ‘You have plenty of toys, ' said Mum. ‘Which you never play with, ' said Dad.

‘That's ’cause they're all so boring! ' screeched Henry. ‘I want a robot dog! ' ‘Too expensive, ' said Mum. ‘Too noisy, ' said Dad. ‘But everyone has a Hip-Hop Robot Dog, ' whined Henry. ‘Everyone but me. ' Horrid Henry stomped out of the room. How could he get some money? Wait. Maybe he could persuade Peter to give him some. Peter always had tons of cash because he never bought anything.

Yes! He could hold Peter's Bunnykins for ransom. He could tell Peter his room was haunted and get Peter to pay him for ghostbusting. He could make Peter donate to Henry's favourite charity, Child in Need . . . Hip-Hop Robot Dog, here I come, thought Horrid Henry, bursting into Peter's bedroom. Perfect Peter and Tidy Ted were whispering together on the floor. Papers were scattered all around them. ‘You can't come in my room, ' said Peter.

‘Yes I can, ' said Henry, ‘ 'cause I’m already in. Pooh, your room stinks. ' ‘That's ’cause you're in it, ' said Peter. Henry decided to ignore this insult. ‘Whatcha doing?' Nothing, ' said Peter. ‘We're writing our own newspaper like Mrs Oddbod suggested in assembly, ' said Ted. ‘We've even got a Tidy with Ted column, ' he added proudly. ‘A snooze paper, you mean, ' said Henry. ‘It is not, ' said Peter. Henry snorted. ‘What's it called?' ‘The Best Boys’Busy Bee, ’ said Peter. ‘What a stupid name, ' said Henry. ‘It's not a stupid name, ' said Peter. ‘Miss Lovely said it was perfect. ' ‘Peter, I have a great idea for your paper, ' said Henry. ‘What?’ said Peter cautiously.