Horrid Henry's Stinkbomb

Horrid Henry and Moody Margaret are a perfect pair. Henry has a secret club that doesn't allow girls in. Margaret has a secret club just for girls, and both Henry and Margaret love to play pranks. But with Perfect Peter and Sour Susan acting as spies, which secret club will win? Plus three other stories that totally don't stink.

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Francesca Simon is one of the world's best-loved children's authors. She is the only American to have ever won the Galaxy Book Award, and her creation, Horrid Henry, is the #1 bestselling chapter book series in the UK〞with a hit TV show and over fi fteen million copies sold! Each book contains four easy-to-read stories and hilarious illustrations by the one and only Tony Ross, so even the most reluctant of readers won't be able to resist Henry's amazing talent for trouble!

HORRID HENRY’S

STINKBOMB

HORRID HENRY'S

STINKBOMB

Francesca Simon

Illustrated by Tony Ross

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Originally published in Great Britain in 2002 by Orion Children’s Books.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Simon, Francesca.

?Horrid Henry’s stinkbomb / Francesca Simon ; illustrated by Tony Ross.

????p. cm.

Originally published: Great Britain : Orion Children’s Books, 2002.

[1. Behavior—Fiction.] I. Ross, Tony, ill. II. Title.

PZ7.S604Hss 2009

[Fic]—dc22

2008039690

??

Printed and bound in the United States of America.

VP 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

For Joshua

CONTENTS

1 Horrid Henry Reads a Book

2 Horrid Henry’s Stinkbomb

3 Horrid Henry’s School Project

4 Horrid Henry’s Sleepover

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HORRID HENRY READS A BOOK

Blah blah blah blah blah.

Miss Battle-Axe droned on and on and on. Horrid Henry drew pictures of crocodiles munching on a juicy Battle-Axe snack in his math book.

Snap! Off went her head.

Yank! Bye-bye leg.

Crunch! Ta-ta teeth.

Yum yum. Henry’s crocodile had a big fat smile on its face.

Blah blah blah books blah blah blah read blah blah blah prize blah blah

…PRIZE?

Horrid Henry stopped doodling.

“What prize?” he shrieked.

“Don’t shout out, Henry,” said Miss Battle-Axe.

Horrid Henry waved his hand and shouted:

“What prize?”

“Well, Henry, if you’d been paying attention instead of scribbling, you’d know, wouldn’t you?” said Miss Battle-Axe.

Horrid Henry scowled. Typical teacher. You’re interested enough in what they’re saying to ask a question, and suddenly they don’t want to answer.

“So, class, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—” she glared at Horrid Henry— “you’ll have two weeks to read as many books as you can for our school reading competition. Whoever reads the most books will win an exciting prize. A very exciting prize. But remember, a book report on every book on your list, please.”

Oh. A reading competition. Horrid Henry slumped in his chair. Phooey. Reading was hard, heavy work. Just turning the pages made Henry feel exhausted. Why couldn’t they ever do fun competitions, like whose tummy could rumble the loudest, or who shouted out the most in class, or who knew the rudest words? Horrid Henry would win those competitions every time.

But no. Miss Battle-Axe would never have a fun competition. Well, no way was he taking part in a reading contest. Henry would just have to watch someone undeserving like Clever Clare or Brainy Brian swagger off with the prize while he sat prize-less at the back. It was so unfair!

“What’s the prize?” shouted Moody Margaret.

Probably something awful like a pencil case, thought Horrid Henry. Or a bumper pack of school dish rags. “Candy!” shouted Greedy Graham. “A million bucks!” shouted Rude Ralph.

“Clothes!” shouted Gorgeous Gurinder.

“A skateboard!” shouted Aerobic Al.

“A hamster!” said Anxious Andrew.

“Silence!” bellowed Miss Battle-Axe. “The prize is a family ticket to a brand new theme park.”

Horrid Henry sat up. A theme park! Oh wow! He loved theme parks! Roller coasters! Water rides! Cotton candy! His mean, horrible parents never took him to theme parks. They dragged him to museums. They hauled him on hikes. But if he won the competition, they’d have to take him. He had to win that prize. He had to. But how could he win a reading competition without reading any books?

“Do comics count?” shouted Rude Ralph.

Horrid Henry’s heart leapt. He was king of the comic book readers. He’d easily win a comic book competition.

Miss Battle-Axe glared at Ralph with her beady eyes.

“Of course not!” she said. “Clare! How many books do you think you can read?”

“Fifteen,” said Clever Clare.

“Brian?”

“Eighteen,” said Brainy Brian.

“Nineteen,” said Clare.

“Twenty,” said Brian.

Horrid Henry smiled. Wouldn’t they get a shock when he won the prize? He’d start reading the second he got home.

Horrid Henry stretched out in the comfy black chair and switched on the TV. He had plenty of time to read. He’d start tomorrow.

Tuesday. Oh boy! Five new comics!

He’d read them first and start on all those books later.

Wednesday. Whoopee! A Mutant Max TV special! He’d definitely get reading afterward.

Thursday. Rude Ralph brought over his great new computer game, “Mash ’em! Smash ’em!” Henry mashed and smashed and mashed and smashed…

Friday. Yawn. Horrid Henry was exhausted after his long, hard week. I’ll read tons of books tomorrow, thought Henry. After all, there was tons of time till the competition ended.

“How many books have you read, Henry?” asked Perfect Peter, looking up from the sofa.

“Tons,” lied Henry.

“I’ve read five,” said Perfect Peter proudly. “More than anyone in my class.”

“Goody for you,” said Henry.

“You’re just jealous,” said Peter.

“As if I’d ever be jealous of you, worm,” sneered Henry. He wandered over to the sofa. “So what are you reading?”

“The Happy Nappy,” said Peter.

The Happy Nappy! Trust Peter to read a stupid book like that.

“What’s it about?” asked Henry, snorting.

“It’s great,” said Peter. “It’s all about this diaper—” Then he stopped. “Wait, I’m not telling you. You just want to find out so you can use it in the competition. Well, you’re too late. Tomorrow is the last day.”

Horrid Henry felt as if a dagger had been plunged into his heart. This couldn’t be. Tomorrow! How had tomorrow sneaked up so fast?

“What!” shrieked Henry. “The competition ends—tomorrow?”

“Yes,” said Peter. “You should have started reading sooner. After all, why put off till tomorrow what you can do today?”

“Shut up!” said Horrid Henry. He looked around wildly. What to do, what to do. He had to read something, anything—fast.

“Gimme that!” snarled Henry, snatching Peter’s book. Frantically, he started to read:

“I’m unhappy, pappy,” said the snappy nappy. “A happy nappy is a clappy—”

Perfect Peter snatched back his book.

“No!” screamed Peter, holding on tightly. “It’s mine.”

Henry lunged.

“Mine!”

“Mine!”

Riii—iippp.

“MOOOOMMMM!” screamed Peter. “Henry tore my book!”

Mom and Dad ran into the room.

“You’re fighting—over a book?” said Mom. She sat down in a chair.

“I’m speechless,” said Mom.

“Well, I’m not,” said Dad. “Henry! Go to your room!”

“Fine!” screamed Horrid Henry.

Horrid Henry prowled up and down his bedroom. He had to think of something. Fast.

Aha! The room was full of books. He’d just copy down lots of titles. Phew. Easy-peasy.

And then suddenly Horrid Henry remembered. He had to write a book report for every book he read. Rats. Miss Battle-Axe knew tons and tons of books. She was sure to know the plot of Jack the Kangaroo or The Adventures of Terry the Towel.

Well, he’d just have to borrow Peter’s list.

Horrid Henry sneaked into Peter’s bedroom. There was Peter’s competition entry, in the center of Peter’s immaculate desk. Henry read it.

Of course Peter would have the boring and horrible Mouse Goes to Town. Could he live with the shame of having baby books like The Happy Nappy and Mouse Goes to Town on his competition entry?

For a day at a theme park, anything.

Quickly, Henry copied Peter’s list and book reports. Whoopee! Now he had five books. Wheel of Death here I come, thought Horrid Henry.

Then Henry had to face the terrible truth. Peter’s books wouldn’t be enough to win. He’d heard Clever Clare had seventeen. If only he didn’t have to write those book reports. Why, oh why, did Miss Battle-Axe have to know every book ever written?

And then suddenly Henry had a brilliant, spectacular idea. It was so brilliant, and so simple, that Horrid Henry was amazed. Of course there were books that Miss Battle-Axe didn’t know. Books that hadn’t been written—yet.

Horrid Henry grabbed his list.

“Mouse Goes to Town. The thrilling adventures of a mouse in town. He meets a dog, a cat, and a duck.”

Why should that poor mouse just go to town? Quickly Henry began to scribble.

“Mouse Goes to the Country. The thrilling adventures of a mouse in the country. He meets—”

Henry paused. What sort of things did you meet in the country? Henry had no idea.

Aha. Henry wrote quickly. “He meets a sheep and a werewolf.”

“Mouse Goes Around the World. Mouse discovers that the world is round.”

“ Mouse Goes to the Bathroom. The thrilling adventures of one mouse and his potty.”

Now, perhaps, something a little different. How about A Boy and his Pig. What could that book be about? thought Henry.

“Once upon a time there was a boy and his pig. They played together every day. The pig went oink.”

Sounds good to me, thought Henry.

Then there was A Pig and his Boy. And, of course, A Boyish Pig. A Piggish Boy. Two Pigs and a Boy. Two Boys and a Pig.