Horrid Henry And The Zombie Vampire - Plot & Excerpts
It was jam-packed with all his favorites: Big Boppers. Nose Pickers. Dirt Balls. Hot Snot. Gooey Chewies. Scrunchy Munchies. Yummy!!! Mmmm boy! Horrid Henry’s mouth watered as he prized off the lid. Which to have first? A Dirt Ball? Or a Gooey Chewy? Actually, he’d just scoff it all. It had been ages since he’d… Huh? Where were all his chocolates? Where were all his candy? Who’d swiped them? Had Margaret invaded his room? Had Peter sneaked in? How dare—Oh. Horrid Henry suddenly remembered. He’d eaten them all. Rats. Rats. Triple rats. Well, he’d just have to go and buy more. He was sure to have tons of pocket money left. Chocolate, here I come, thought Horrid Henry, heaving his bones and dashing over to his skeleton bank. He shook it. Then he shook it again.
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