Horrid Henry Tells It Like It Is

Horrid Henry Tells It Like It Is Why, asked Horrid Henry, was he uniquely cursed? Why, of all the homework in the world, did he have to make a five minute movie about his gag-blecccch- yuck family instead of a thrilling film about mutant zombies or werewolf teachers? Ugghh. His family were so boring. Horrid Henry yawned just thinking about them.

He was a famous film director. He'd made the soon-to-be Hollywood classic, The Undead Demon Monster Who Would Not Die. And the sequel - The Revenge Of The Undead Demon Monster Who Would Not Die. Part 3 would be coming soon - The Undead Demon Monster Who Would Not Die - This Time It's Personal! ! ! He was an artist. A genius. How dare Miss Battle-Axe tell a filmmaker like him what kind of movie to make? When he moved to Hollywood, he'd have Miss Battle-Axe play a corpse in every film he made. And do all her own stunts. Falling out of a skyscraper. Tightrope walking between two buildings. Being caught in an avalanche.

AAAARRGGHH! Why couldn't he just make the film he wanted? He liked films about monsters. And 10010000 ghosts. And aliens.

But no. Their topic was All About My Family and that's what he had to do. Naturally he'd left it to the last minute. “ I need to borrow your camera, " said Henry after a revolting supper of Vegetable Bake with extra Brussels sprouts and fruit for - ha ha -“ dessert" . “ I have to ask you questions about our family and film you. It's homework. " He scowled.

Mum stopped stacking dirty plates. “ When's it due?” said Mum. Henry had hoped she wouldn't ask that. “ Ummm . . . let me see . . . tomorrow, " said Henry. “ Why do you always leave everything to the last minute?” said Dad. Wasn't it obvious? Who wanted to do boring homework when there were so many comics to read and so much good telly to watch and so many packs of crisps to eat? His parents were dummies. " I don't leave anything to the last minute, " said Perfect Peter. “ I always do my homework the moment I get home from school. ” Mum smiled at him. “ Quite right, Peter. ” “ Shut up, Peter, " said Henry.