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worksheets. Are there lots of hard spelling words to learn?”
    Horrid Henry had had enough. It was time to turn into Heroic Henry and destroy this horrible hag.
    Henry crumpled up his worksheet and stood up.
    â€œI’ve just been pretending to be a student,” shouted Henry. “In fact, I’m a school inspector. And I’m shutting your school down. It’s a disgrace.”
    Margaret gasped.
    â€œYou’re a moody old grouch and you’re a terrible teacher,” said the inspector.
    â€œI am not,” said Margaret.
    â€œShe is not,” said Susan.
    â€œSilence when the inspector is speaking! You’re the worst teacher I’ve ever seen. Imagine grading a stupid story about a tea towel higher than a fantastic tale about a wicked wizard.”
    â€œI’m the principal,” said Margaret. “You can’t boss me around.”
    â€œI’m the inspector,” said Henry. “I can boss everyone around.”
    â€œWrong, Henry,” said Margaret, “because I’m the chief school inspector, and I’m inspecting you .”
    â€œOh no you’re not,” said Henry.
    â€œOh yes I am,” said Margaret.
    â€œAn inspector can’t be a principal and a teacher, so there,” said Henry.

    â€œOh yes I can,” said Margaret.
    â€œNo you can’t, ’cause I’m king and I sentence you to the Tower!” shrieked King Henry the Horrible.
    â€œI’m the empress!” screamed Margaret. “Go to jail.”
    â€œI’m king of the universe, and I’m sending you to the snakepit,” shrieked Henry.
    â€œI’m queen of the universe and I’m going to chop off your head!”
    â€œNot if I chop off yours first!” shrieked the king, yanking on the queen’s hair.
    The queen screamed and kicked the king.
    The king screamed and kicked the queen.

    â€œMOM!” screamed Margaret.
    Margaret’s mother rushed into the Secret Club tent.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with my little snugglechops?” said Margaret’s mom.
    â€œHenry’s not playing my game,” said Margaret. “And he kicked me.”
    â€œShe kicked me first,” said Henry.
    â€œIf you children can’t play nicely I’ll have to send you all home,” said Margaret’s mother severely.
    â€œNo!” said Peter.
    Send him…home. Yes! Henry would make Margaret scream until the walls fell down. He would tell Margaret’s mom her house smelled of pooh. He could… he would…
    But if Henry was sent home for being horrid, Mom and Dad would be furious. There’d be no pizza and bowling party for sure.
    Unless…unless…It was risky. It was dangerous. It could go horribly, horribly wrong. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
    â€œNeed a drink,” said Henry, and ran out of the tent before Margaret could stop him.
    Henry went into the kitchen to find Margaret’s mom.
    â€œI’m worried about Margaret, I think she’s getting sick,” said Henry.
    â€œMy little Maggie-muffin?” gasped Margaret’s mom.
    â€œShe’s being very strange,” said Henry sadly. “She said she’s the queen of the world and she would cut off my head.”
    â€œMargaret would never say such a thing,” said her Mom. “She always plays beautifully. I’ve never seen a child so good at sharing.”

    Horrid Henry nodded. “I know. It must be ’cause she’s sick. Maybe she caught something from Peter.”
    â€œHas Peter been ill?” said Margaret’s mom. She looked pale.
    â€œOh yeah,” lied Henry. “He’s been throwing up, and—and—well, it’s been awful. But I’m sure he’s not very contagious.”

    â€œThrowing up?” said Margaret’s mom weakly.
    â€œAnd diarrhea,” said Henry. “Tons and tons.”
    Margaret’s mother looked