Horrid Henry and the Revenge of the Demon Dinner Lady

Horrid Henry and the Revenge of the Demon Dinner Lady Horrid Henry crumpled up the paper and took aim. There was the back of Margaret's head, so temptingly displayed in front of him. Tee hee. Wouldn't she get a shock when a big wet spitball splatted her- THWACK! A dripping spitball whacked Horrid Henry on the neck. He turned round, glaring.

Who had dared to spitball him during assembly? Rude Ralph was snickering. But so were Dizzy Dave and Brainy Brian. Well, just wait. Just wait. When he got his hands on- “ Settle down. Settle down, please, ” barked Mrs Oddbod. “ Henry. Turn round and face the front. I have some important announcements. " Horrid Henry scowled. What could be more important than finding out who had spitballed him? That the infants would be practising their barn dance at playtime? That Perfect Peter was in the Good as Gold Book again? That Miss Battle-Axe was joining the circus? Now that, thought Horrid Henry, would be an announcement worth hearing. Anything else - big fat yawn. Mrs Oddbod gabbled on. “ As you all know, this school is dedicated to healthy eating. ”

Oh no, not another lecture, thought Horrid Henry. If he heard the horrible words vegetables, fruit and wholemeal bread again he would scream. “ However” - she glared at Greedy Graham, Horrid Henry, and Rude Ralph - “ some of you appear not to know the meaning of the word healthy. Some of you keep bringing packed lunches to school filled with unhealthy, sugary snacks. A bar of chocolate is not a healthy meal. ”

Yummy, thought Horrid Henry. Three of his favourite words. Sugar. Snacks. Chocolate. He'd sneaked two bags of Pickled Onion Monster Munch into his Mutant Max lunchbox when Dad's back was turned. And he'd traded Bert an egg and cress sandwich for some Chocolate Crunchy Crackles. Hmmm, boy, was he looking forward to lunchtime. He was sure he could pinch a pack of Super Spicy Hedgehog crisps from William when he was crying about something or other. And swap his raisins for Greedy Graham's chocolate fudge bars. What a feast awaited him. “ Good job, Henry, " burped his belly. “ You sure know how to look after me. ”

“ We’ve decided to appoint a lunchbox monitor, who will be checking every day and confiscating all unhealthy snacks, ” said Mrs Oddbod. “ From today we will be a sweet-free school. ” Huh? Horrid Henry sat up. This did not sound good. In fact, this sounded TERRIBLE. " I'm delighted to welcome back an old friend to our school, someone who has been sorely missed. Children, please say hello to our new healthy food monitor - Greta! ”