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Moody Margaret took aim.
    Thwack!
    A snowball whizzed past and smacked Sour Susan in the face.
    “AAAAARRGGHHH!” shrieked Susan.
    “Ha ha, got you,” said Margaret.
    “You big meanie,” howled Susan, scooping up a fistful of snow and hurling it at Margaret.
    Thwack!
    Susan’s snowball smacked Moody Margaret in the face.
    “OWWWW!” screamed Margaret. “You’ve blinded me.”
    “Good!” screamed Susan.
    “I hate you!” shouted Margaret, shoving Susan.
    “I hate you more!” shouted Susan, pushing Margaret.
    Splat! Margaret toppled into the snow.
    Splat! Susan toppled into the snow.
    “I’m going home to build my own snowman,” sobbed Susan.
    “Fine. I’ll win without you,” said Margaret.
    “Will not!”
    “Will too! I’m going to win, copycat,” shrieked Margaret.
    “I’m going to win,” shrieked Susan. “I kept my best ideas secret.”
    “Win? Win what?” demanded Horrid Henry, stomping down his front steps in his snow boots and swaggering over. Henry could hear the word win from miles away.
    “Haven’t you heard about the

    competition?” said Sour Susan. “The prize is—”
    “Shut up! Don’t tell him,” shouted Moody Margaret, packing snow onto her snowman’s head.
    Win? Competition? Prize? Horrid Henry’s ears quivered. What secret were they trying to keep from him? Well, not for long. Horrid Henry was an expert at extracting information.
    “Oh, the competition. I know all about that,” lied Horrid Henry. “Hey, great snowman,” he added, strolling casually over to Margaret’s snowman and pretending to admire her work.
    Now, what should he do? Torture? Margaret’s ponytail was always a tempting target. And snow down her sweater would make her talk.
    What about blackmail? He could spread some great rumors about Margaret at school. Or…
    “Tell me about the competition or the ice guy gets it,” said Horrid Henry suddenly, leaping over to the snowman and putting his hands around its neck.
    “You wouldn’t dare,” gasped Moody Margaret.
    Henry’s mittened hands got ready to push.

    “Bye bye, head,” hissed Horrid Henry. “Nice knowing you.”
    Margaret’s snowman wobbled.
    “Stop!” screamed Margaret. “I’ll tell you. It doesn’t matter ’cause you’ll never ever win.”
    “Keep talking,” said Horrid Henry warily, watching out in case Susan tried to ambush him from behind.
    “Frosty Freeze is having a best snowman competition,” said Moody Margaret, glaring. “The winner gets a year’s free supply of ice cream. The judges will decide tomorrow morning. Now get away from my snowman.”
    Horrid Henry walked off in a daze, his jaw dropping. Margaret and Susan pelted him with snowballs but Henry didn’t even notice. Free ice cream for a year direct from the Frosty Freeze Ice Cream factory. Oh wow! Horrid Henry couldn’t believe it. Mom and Dad were so mean and horrible they hardly ever let him have ice cream. And when they did, they never ever

    let him put on his own hot fudge sauce and whipped cream and sprinkles. Or even scoop the ice cream himself. Oh no.
    Well, when he won the Best Snowman Competition they couldn’t stop him from gorging on Chunky Chocolate Fab Fudge Caramel Delight or Vanilla Whip Tutti-Frutti Toffee Treat. Oh boy! Henry could taste that glorious ice cream now. He’d live on ice cream. He’d bathe in ice cream. He’d sleep in ice cream. Everyone from school would turn up at his house when the Frosty Freeze truck arrived bringing his weekly barrels. No matter how much they begged, Horrid Henry would send them all away. No way was he sharing a drop of his precious ice cream with anyone.
    And all he had to do was build the best snowman in the neighborhood. Pah! Henry’s was sure to be the winner. He would build the biggest snowman of all. And not just a snowman. A snowman with claws and horns and fangs. A vampire-demon-monster snowman. An Abominable Snowman. Yes!

    Henry watched Margaret and Susan rolling snow and packing their