Horrid Henry and the Mega-Mean Time Machine Read Free Page B

Henry would
never
in a million years say he was a girl. Not even if he were being poked with red hot pokers. Could it be…
    Peter looked around. “This looks just like my living room.”
    Zog snorted.
    “Of course it does, Uncle Pete. This is now the Peter Museum. You’re famous in the future. Everything has been kept exactly as it was.”

    Peter beamed. He was famous in the future. He always knew he’d be famous. A Peter Museum! He couldn’t wait to tell Spotless Sam and Tidy Ted.
    here was just one more thing…
    “What about Henry?” he asked. “Is he famous too?”
    “Nah,” said Zog smoothly. “He’s known as What’s-His-Name, Peter’s older brother.”
    Ahh. Peter swelled with pride. Henry was in his lowly place, at last. That proved it. He’d really traveled to the future!
    Peter looked out the window. Strange how the future didn’t look so different from his own time.
    Zog pointed.
    “Our spaceships,” he announced.
    Peter stared. Spaceships looked just like cars.
    “Why aren’t they flying?” said Peter.
    “Only at nighttime,” said Zog. “You can either drive ’em or fly ’em.”
    “Wow,” said Peter.
    “Don’t
you
have spaceships?” said Zog.
    “No,” said Peter. “Cars.”
    “I didn’t know they had cars in olden days,” said Zog. “Do you have blitzkatrons and zappersnappers?”
    “No,” said Peter. “What—”
    The front door slammed. Mom walked in. She stared at Peter.

    “What on earth…”
    “Don’t be scared,” said Peter. “I’m Peter. I come from the past. I’m your great-great-great grandfather.”
    Mom looked at Peter.
    Peter looked at Mom.
    “Why are you wearing my dress?” said Mom.
    “It’s not one of
yours
, silly,” said Peter. “It belonged to my mom.”
    “I see,” said Mom.
    “Come on, Uncle Pete,” said Zog quickly, taking Peter firmly by the arm, “I’ll show you our supersonic hammock in the back yard.”
    “Okay, Zog,” said Peter happily.
    Mom beamed.
    “It’s so wonderful to see you playing nicely with your brother, Henry.”
    Perfect Peter stood still.
    “What did you call him?”
    “Henry,” said Mom.
    Peter felt a chill.
    “So his name’s not Zog? And he’s not a girl?”
    “Not the last time I looked,” said Mom.
    “And this house isn’t…the Peter Museum?”
    Mom glared at Henry. “Henry! Have you been teasing Peter again?”
    “Ha ha tricked you!” shrieked Henry. “Na Na Ne Nah Nah, wait till I tell everybody!”

    “NO!” squealed Peter. “NOOOOOOO!” How
could
he have believed his horrible brother?
    “Henry! You horrid boy! Go to your room! No TV for the rest of the day,” said Mom.
    But Horrid Henry didn’t care. The Mega-Mean Time Machine would go down in history as his greatest trick ever.

     

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PERFECT PETER’S REVENGE
    Perfect Peter had had enough. Why oh why did he always fall for Henry’s tricks?
    Every time it happened he swore Henry would never ever trick him again. And every time he fell for it. How
could
he have believed that there were fairies at the bottom of the garden? Or that there was such a thing as a Fangmangler? But the time machine was the worst. The very very worst. Everyone had teased him. Even Goody-Goody Gordon asked him if he’d seen any spaceships recently.
    Well, never again. His mean, horrible brother had tricked him for the very last time.
    I’ll get my revenge, thought Perfect Peter, pasting the last of his animal stamps into his album. I’ll make Henry sorry for being so mean to me.
    But what horrid mean nasty thing could he do? Peter had never tried to take revenge on anyone.
    He asked Tidy Ted.
    “Mess up his room,” said Ted.
    But Henry’s room was already a mess. He asked Spotless Sam.
    “Put a spaghetti stain on his shirt,” said Sam.
    But Henry’s shirts were already stained. Peter picked up a copy of his favorite
     
         

     
    Reluctantly, Peter closed
Best Boy
magazine. Somehow he didn’t think he’d find the answer inside. He was