Horrible Harry and the Triple Revenge Read Free

Harry. “I’m sorry I stepped on that oragummy bug!”
    â€œYou need to say that to someone else, Sid!” Harry snapped. “Not me!”
    Sidney walked into the classroom with his shoulders humped over.
    Harry’s third revenge was the worst! Sidney didn’t get an invitation to the party.
    Later that morning, during writing, I noticed Sidney was folding some green construction paper.
    Harry was drawing a picture of Apple Man to go with his story, “The Adventures of Apple Man.”
    Song Lee was writing a poem.
    I was writing about Pajama Day.
    Suddenly Sidney walked over to Song Lee and handed her the crumpled-up green paper.
    Harry and I looked up and listened to his conversation with Song Lee.
    â€œThis is for you,” Sidney said. “I never realized how hard it was to fold paper to make a praying mantis. I’m really sorry I stepped on your oragummy. It was a rotten thing to do.”
    Song Lee held the green folded paper in the palms of her hands. It didn’t look like a praying mantis. It looked like a big blob.
    â€œIt’s okay,” Song Lee said. “I can make another one. I feel better now.”
    â€œDo you forgive me?”
    â€œOf course,” Song Lee said with a warm smile. “Friends forgive each
other when they say they’re sorry. I can tell you really mean it.”
    Sidney quickly wiped his eyes and went back to his seat. When he got there, he took out a Kleenex from his desk and blew his nose.
    Harry got up to sharpen his pencil.
    On his way back to his seat, he pulled out a white envelope from his back pocket and dropped it on Sidney’s desk.
    Sidney smiled when he saw what was on the front: a cow sticker!
    It was an invitation to Harry’s birthday party!
    â€œMoo!” Sidney blurted out, then he quickly covered his mouth. When Miss Mackle looked over, Sid quickly apologized. “Sorry!”
    Sid tucked the invitation away in his backpack. He remembered Harry’s instructions.
    As soon as Harry sat down, I leaned over and whispered, “You had Sid’s invitation all along?”
    Harry nodded.
    â€œYou were planning to give it to Sid?” I asked.
    â€œYup, but not until three o’clock.” Harry grinned. “I wanted him to suffer a little bit. But . . . I changed my mind.”
    I nodded.
    I knew why.

Cow-Patty Party

    Harry’s ninth-birthday invitation was weird. It was brown and round.
    And it was gross.
    It was a cow patty.
    There was a half-written poem inside that said:
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Use your noodle.
Think of a barn.
We’re going to party
At the _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ !
    What rhymes with “barn”? I thought. Beats me!
    I couldn’t wait for the Goog Mobile to pick me up that Saturday at two o’clock. When I saw the big Volkswagen van turn the corner, I knew it was the Goog Mobile. There were flowers painted all over it, and on the side there was a big picture of Harry’s cat.
    Honk! Honk!
    I waved good-bye to my mom, then ran out to the van.

    Everyone else was inside, even Grandpa Spooger. His wheelchair was in the back. He and Harry’s grandma sat in the front. Seven kids were strapped into the three rows of seats in the van.
    â€œHi, you guys!” I said, sitting next to Harry in the second row.
    â€œThis van is so cool!” Dexter said. “How old is it, Grandma Spooger?”
    â€œI had it during my college days at Berkeley,” she said. “During the sixties.”
    â€œWow!” ZuZu said. “That means this Goog Mobile is about forty years old!”
    â€œWe take good care of it,” Grandma Spooger said.
    I noticed everyone had a present on their lap for Harry except Sidney. His was on the floor. He said it was too heavy to lift.
    â€œWhere are we going?” Mary asked.
    â€œI gave you two clues on the invitation,” Harry said. “The cow sticker and my poem. What rhymes with ‘barn’?”
    â€œThere aren’t