Horrid Henry and the Mad Professor

Horrid Henry and the Mad Professor Horrid Henry grabbed the top secret candy tin he kept hidden under his bed. It was jam-packed with all his favorites: Big Boppers. Nose Pickers, Dirt Balls. Hot Snot. Gooey Chewies. Scrunchy Munchies. Yummy! ! ! Mmmm boy! Horrid Henry's mouth watered as he prized off the lid. Which to have first? A Dirt Ball? Or a Gooey Chewy? Actually, he'd just scoff it all. It had been ages since he'd. . . Huh?

Where were all his chocolates? Where were all his candy? Who'd swiped them? Had Margaret invaded his room? Had Peter sneaked in? How dare-Oh. Horrid Henry suddenly remembered. He'd eaten them all. Rats. Rats. Triple rats. Well, he'd just have to go and buy more. He was sure to have tons of pocket money left. Chocolate, here I come, thought Horrid Henry, heaving his bones and dashing over to his skeleton bank. He shook it. Then he shook it again. There wasn't even a rattle. How could he have no money and no candy? It was so unfair! Just last night Peter had been boasting about having $7. 48 in his piggy bank. And loads of candy left over from Halloween. Horrid Henry scowled. Why did Peter always have money? Why did he, Henry, never have money?

Money was totally wasted on Peter. What was the point of Peter having money since he never spent it? Come to think of it, what was the point of Peter having candy since he never ate them? There was a shuffling, scuttling noise, then Perfect Peter dribbled into Henry's bedroom carrying all his soft toys. “ Get out of my room, worm! ” bellowed Horrid Henry, holding his nose. “ You're stinking it up. ” “ I am not, ” said Peter. “ Are too, smelly pants. ” “ I do not have smelly pants, " said Peter. “ Do too, woofy, poofy, stinky pants. " Peter opened his mouth, then closed it. “ Henry, will you play with me?” said Peter.

“ No. ” “ Please?” “ No! ” “ Pretty please?” “ No! ! ” “ But we could play school with all my cuddly toys, " said Peter. “ Or have a tea party with them. . . " “ For the last time, NOOOOOOO! ” screamed Horrid Henry. “ You never play with me, ” said Perfect Peter. “ That's ’cause you're a toad-faced diaper wibble bibble, ” said Horrid Henry. “ Now go away and leave me alone. ” “ Mom! Henry's calling me names again! ” screamed Peter. “ He called me wibble bibble. ” “ Henry! Don't be horrid! ” shouted Mom. “ I'm not being horrid, Peter's annoying me! ” yelled Henry. “ Henry’s annoying me! ” yelled Peter. “ Make him stop! ” screamed Henry and Peter. Mom ran into the room. “ Boys. If you can't play nicely then leave each other alone, ” said Mom. “ Henry won't play with me, ” wailed Peter. “ He never plays with me. ”

“ Henry! Why can't you play with your brother?" said Mom. “ When I was little, Ruby and I played beautifully together all the time. ” Horrid Henry scowled. “ Because he’s a wormy worm, " said Henry. “ Mom! Henry just called me a wormy worm, ” wailed Peter. “ Don't call your brother names, " said Mom. “ Peter only wants to play stupid baby games, " said Henry. " I do not, ” said Peter. “ If you're not going to play together then you can do your chores, ” said Mom. “ I did mine, ” said Peter. “ I fed Fluffy, cleaned out the litter tray, and tidied my room. ” Mom beamed. “ Peter, you are the best boy in the world. "