Horrid Henry's Bad Present

Horrid Henry's Bad Present Ding dong. ‘I'll get it! ' shrieked Horrid Henry. He jumped off the sofa, pushed past Peter, ran to the door, and flung it open. ‘Hi, Grandma, ' said Horrid Henry. He looked at her hopefully. Yes! She was holding a huge carrier bag. Something lumpy and bumpy bulged inside. But not just any old something, like knitting or a spare jumper. Something big. Something ginormous. That meant . . . that meant . . . yippee!

Horrid Henry loved it when Grandma visited, because she often brought him a present. Mum and Dad gave really boring presents, like socks and dictionaries and games like Virtual Classroom and Name thatVegetable. Grandma gave really great presents, like fire engines with wailing sirens, shrieking zombies with flashing lights, and once, even the Snappy Zappy Critters that Mum and Dad had said he couldn't have even if he begged for a million years.

‘Where's my present?' said Horrid Henry, lunging for Grandma's bag. ‘Gimme my present! ' ‘Don't be horrid, Henry, ' said Mum, grabbing him and holding him back. ‘I'm not being horrid, I just want my present, said Henry, scowling. Why should he wait a second longer when it was obvious Grandma had some fantastic gift for him? ‘Hi, Grandma, ' said Peter. ‘You know you don't need to bring me a present when you come to visit. You're the present. ' Horrid Henry's foot longed to kick Peter into the next room. ‘Wait till after you get your present, ' hissed his head. ‘Good thinking, ' said his foot. ‘Thank you, Peter, ' said Grandma. ‘Now, have you been good boys?'

‘I've been perfect, ' said Peter. ‘But Henry's been horrid. ' ‘Have not, ' said Henry. ‘Have too, ' said Peter. ‘Henry took all my crayons and melted them on the radiator. ' ‘That was an accident, ' said Henry. ‘How was I supposed to know they would melt? And next time get, out of the hammock when you're told. ' ‘But it was my turn, ' said Peter. ‘Wasn't, you wormy worm toad-' ‘Was too. ' ‘Right, ' said Grandma. She reached into the bag and pulled out two gigantic dinosaurs. One Tyrannosaurus Rex was purple, the other was green. ‘RAAAAAAAA, ' roared one dinosaur, rearing and bucking and stretching out his blood-red claws.

‘FEED ME! ' bellowed the other, shaking his head and gnashing his teeth. Horrid Henry's heart stopped. His jaw dropped. His mouth opened to speak, but no sound came out. Two Tyrannosaur Dinosaur Roars! Only the greatest toy ever in the history of the universe! Everyone wanted one. How had Grandma found them? They'd been sold out for weeks. Moody Margaret would die of jealousy when she saw Henry's T- Rex and heard it roaring and bellowing and stomping around the garden.