Horrid Henry's Nightmare

Horrid Henry's Nightmare

Horrid Henry's Nightmare “ . . . and then the slime-covered, flesh- eating zombie, fangs dripping blood, lurched into school, wailing and gnashing and - pouncing! " screamed Rude Ralph, grabbing Horrid Henry. Henry shrieked. “ Ha ha, gotcha, " said Ralph. Horrid Henry's heart pounded. How he loved being scared! What could be better than having a sleepover with Ralph, and both of them trying to scare the other? He reached into the Purple Hand Fort's top secret skull and bones biscuit tin, and scoffed a big handful of chocolate gooey chewies. Scary stories and chocolate. Whoopie!

“ Watch out, Ralph, " said Henry. “ I'm gonna tell you about the alien acid monster who creeps--” “ Smelly toads, ” piped a little voice outside the Purple Hand Fort. Grm. “ Hide, ” hissed Horrid Henry. Rude Ralph belched.

“ I know you're in there, Henry, " said Peter. “ No I'm not, " said Henry. “ And I said the password, so you have to let me in, ” said Peter. “ It's my fort too. Mum said so. ” Horrid Henry sighed loudly. Why on earth, of all the possible brothers in the world, did he have to get stuck with Peter? Why oh why, when younger brothers were being distributed, did he get landed with a tell-tale, smelly nappy baby? “ All right, come in, ” said Henry. Perfect Peter crept through the branches. “ Why is it so dark in here?” said Peter. “ None of your business, baby, ” said Henry. “ You've been in, now get out. ” “ Yeah, wriggle off, worm, " said Ralph. “ No babies allowed in the Purple Hand Fort, " said Henry.

Perfect Peter stuck out his lower lip. “ I'm going to tell Mum you wouldn't let me stay in the fort. And that you called me a baby. ” “ Go ahead, baby boo boo, " said Henry. “ MUM! ” screamed Peter. “ Henry called me baby boo boo. ” “ Stop being horrid, Henry, and be nice to your brother, " shouted Mum. “ Or I'll send Ralph home. ” " I wasn't being horrid, " bellowed Henry. Oh to be a wizard and turn Peter into a toadstool.