Horrid Henry and the Revenge of the Bogey Babysitter

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Horrid Henry and the Revenge of the Bogey Babysitter “ I challenge you to a name-calling competition, " shrieked Rude Ralph. “ For the title of champion name-caller of the universe. " Ha, thought Horrid Henry. No one knew more rude names than Henry. Not even Rude Ralph. “ You're on, " said Horrid Henry. “ Woofy. ” “ Pongy. ” “ Smelly. ”

“ Whiffy. ” “ Stinky. ” “ Reeky. ” " Farty. ” “ Umm . . . Ummm . . . ” said Ralph. “ Umm isn't a name, " crowed Henry. “ Nah Na Ne Nah Nah, I am champion. ” “ Shut up, I'm thinking, " said Ralph. " Poo breath. ” “ Gloppy Goop. " “ Smellovision. ” “ Odiferous. ” “ Odiferous? That's not a word, ” said Ralph.

“ Is too. ” “ Is not. ” “ Wibble pants. ” “ Barf breath. ” “ Turkey head. ” “ Turkey head?” said Rude Ralph. “ Turkey head? That's not a-” Ding Dong. Horrid Henry stopped jumping up and down on Ralph's bed. “ Who's that?” said Henry. Ralph shrugged. “ We're having a babysitter tonight, " he said. Horrid Henry's eyes gleamed.

A babysitter! Yeah. What could be better than a sleepover at Ralph's with a babysitter? He'd yet to meet one he couldn't tame. After all, he wasn't called the Bulldozer of Babysitters for nothing. A sitter meant hours of rampaging fun. Especially as Ralph was bound to have one of those brilliant babysitters who let you stay up all night and eat biscuits till you were sick and watch scary movies on TV. The kind his mean, horrible parents never ever got for him. “ Great, " said Henry. “ Who?” He hoped it would be Leafy Leon. He just sat with his headphones on doing his homework. Or Allergic Alice, who he'd heard was always too busy sneezing to see kids sneaking sweets. Or maybe - oh please please please- Dippy Dora. Margaret said Dora had spent the whole evening on her phone and hadn't even noticed when Margaret stayed up past midnight and ate all the ice cream in the freezer.