Perfect Peter's Pirate Party

Perfect Peter's Pirate Party ‘Now, let's see, ' said Mum, consulting her list, ‘we need pirate flags, pieces of eight, swords, treasure chests, eyepatches, skull and crossbones plates. Have I missed anything?' Horrid Henry stopped chewing. Wow! For once, Mum was talking about something important. His Purple Hand Pirate party wasn't till next month, but it was never too soon to start getting in supplies for the birthday party of the year. No, the century.

But wait. Mum had forgotten cutlasses. They were essential for the gigantic pirate battle Henry was planning. And what about all the ketchup for fake blood? And where were the buckets of sweets? Horrid Henry opened his mouth to speak. ‘That sounds great, Mum, ' piped Perfect Peter. ‘But don't forget the pirate napkins. ' ‘Napkins. Check, ' said Mum, smiling. Huh? ‘I don't want napkins at my party, ' said Horrid Henry. ‘This isn't for your party, ' said Mum. ‘It's for Peter's. ' WHAT??? ‘What do you mean, it's for Peter's?' gasped Horrid Henry. He felt as if an icy hand had gripped him by the throat. He was having trouble breathing.

‘Peter's birthday is next week, and he's having a pirate party, ' said Mum. Perfect Peter kept eating his muesli. ‘But he's having a Sammy the Snail party, ' said Horrid Henry, glaring at Peter. ‘I changed my mind, ' said Perfect Peter. ‘But pirates was my party idea! ' shrieked Horrid Henry. ‘I've been planning it for months. You're just a copycat. ' ‘You don't own pirates, ' said Peter. ‘Gordon had a pirate party for his birthday. So I want pirates for mine. '

‘Henry, you can still have a pirate party, ' said Dad. ‘NOOOOOO! 'screamed Horrid Henry. He couldn't have a pirate party after Peter. Everyone would think he'd copied his wormy toad brother. Henry pounced. He was a poisoned arrow whizzing towards its target. THUD! Peter fell off his chair. SMASH! Peter's muesli bowl crashed to the floor. ‘AAAEEEIIIII! ’screeched Perfect Peter. ‘Look what you've done, you horrid boy! ' yelled Mum. ‘Say sorry to Peter. '

‘WAAAAAAAAAAA! ’sobbed Peter. ‘I won't! ' said Horrid Henry. ‘I'm not sorry. He stole my party idea, and I hate him. ' ‘Then go to your room and stay there, ' said Dad. ‘It's not fair! ’ wailed Horrid Henry. ‘What shall we do with the drunken sailor? What shall we do with the drunken sailor?’sang Perfect Peter as he walked past Henry's slammed bedroom door. ‘Make him walk the plank! ' screamed Horrid Henry. ‘Which is what will happen to you if you don't SHUT UP! ’ ‘Muum! Henry told me to shut up, ' yelled Peter. ‘Henry! Leave your brother alone, ' said Mum.