Horrid Henry: The Movie Page #5

on watching 2 Cool 4 School

and I want to watch Business For Boys.

I must have said please 52 million times

and he won't budge.

You see? Clever and charming.

In order to open

a building society account...

This is not fair.

This is my house. I should be allowed

to watch what I want on TV.

When I'm king,

I'll force stuck-up Steve...

I am not stuck-up, I'm posh.

...to watch every single episode

of 2 Cool 4 School

three billion times!

No-o-o-o-o-o!

There's a try-out day coming up

in Brickhouse.

Why don't you take a look?

We'll think about it, Ruby. I promise.

I'm not going to that

mouldy old Brickhouse.

Ha! Think they'd have a horrid boy like you?

Shut up! Do you know

how stuck-up you sound?

Oh, sorry.

Not again.

It doesn't matter. Don't be silly.

Ooh, I am starving.

Anything left for me?

Ah.

O- o-oh.

Ugh...

Er... Ooh.

Eugh-yuk.

What?

Bed, Henry. Now.

Hello. Ashton 5-8-6.

Oh, how lovely to hear from you,

Great Aunt Greta.

Great Aunt Greta? She thinks I'm a girl.

Yes, yes. Henrietta is fine.

See?

Well, yes, it does seem as though

Ashton Primary School is in trouble.

Oh.

Oh. Right.

OK. Goodbye, then.

Bad news?

No. Rather good news, actually.

Great Aunt Greta

heard about Ashton Primary,

so she's booked Peter in

for the Brickhouse try-out day.

We can't afford to send the boys there.

She says she'll pay for him to go.

Oh. What about Henry?

Great Aunt Greta has something else in

mind for Henry to try out.

No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

So spirited, just like in my day.

Go Giddiantus!

- They're all girls!

- That's right, dear. Lots of curls.

I found this in my attic.

It's yours now, Henrietta.

Just what I always wanted.

Om you go, Henrietta,

and show them what you're made of.

Agh!

Eugh! It's a boy!

Yuk. Shall we put it out of its misery?

Later, loser.

- Enter at your peril, boy.

- Yeah, watch out.

Stuck in a girls' school.

Could life get any worse?

I said we would be late

and now we are late.

We're always late

and it's always your fault.

But, sweetness...

Don't you sweetness me.

Just give me my stuff.

Oh, sorry, my precious.

At least there won't be any smelly boys...

Oh, great! What's he doing?

Well... bird brain.

I asked you a question.

Erm... my Great Aunt Greta

thinks I'm a girl.

That figures.

Just don't expect me to sit next to you,

toad breath.

Oh, my goodness.

They know there's a boy here.

What? What did you say?

I can't hear you.

I think they're after you.

Run away!

Huh?

Miss Battle-Axe?

Oh, Henry, you horrid boy.

Margaret?

Margaret?

Margaret?

Margaret?

Is this your idea of a joke?

Ssh.

Don't even think about laughing.

Why is there a boy?

Get the boy.

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