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    Originally published in Great Britain in 2003 by Orion Children’s Books.
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    Simon, Francesca.
     Horrid Henry’s underpants / Francesca Simon ; illustrated by Tony Ross.
        p. cm.
    Originally published: Great Britain : Orion Children’s Books, 2003.
    ISBN 978-1-4022-3825-3
    [1. Behavior—Fiction.] I. Ross, Tony, ill. II. Title.
    PZ7.S604Hsu 2009
    [Fic]—dc22
    2008039691
      
    Printed and bound in the United States of America.
    VP 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

For Gina Kovarsky

  

1
HORRID HENRY EATS A VEGETABLE
    “Ugggh! Gross! Yuck! Blecccccch!”
    Horrid Henry glared at the horrible, disgusting food slithering on his plate. Globby slobby blobs. Bumpy lumps. Rubbery blubbery globules of glop. Ugghh!
    How Dad and Mom and Peter could eat this swill without throwing up was amazing. Henry poked at the white, knobbly clump. It looked like brains. It felt like brains. Maybe it was… Ewwwwwwww.
    Horrid Henry pushed away his plate.
    “I can’t eat this,” moaned Henry. “I’ll be sick!”
    “Henry! Cauliflower cheese is delicious,” said Mom.
    “And nutritious,” said Dad.
    “I love it,” said Perfect Peter. “Can I have seconds?”
    “It’s nice to know
someone
appreciates my cooking,” said Dad. He frowned at Henry.
    “But I hate vegetables,” said Henry. Yuck. Vegetables were so… healthy. And tasted so… vegetably. “I want pizza!”
    “Well, you can’t have it,” said Dad.
    “Ralph has pizza and fries every night at
his
house,” said Henry. “And Graham
never
has to eat vegetables.”
    “I don’t care what Ralph and Graham eat,” said Mom.
    “You’ve got to eat more vegetables,” said Dad.
    “I eat lots of vegetables,” said Henry.
    “Name one,” said Dad.
    “Chips,” said Henry.
    “Chips aren’t vegetables, are they, Mom?” said Perfect Peter.
    “No,” said Mom. “Go on, Henry.”
    “Ketchup,” said Henry.
    “Ketchup is not a vegetable,” said Dad.
    “It’s impossible cooking for you,” said Mom.
    “You’re such a picky eater,” said Dad.
    “I eat lots of things,” said Henry.
    “Like what?” said Dad.
    “Fries. Chips. Burgers. Pizza. Chocolate. Candy. Cake. Cookies. Lots of food,” said Horrid Henry.

    “That’s not very healthy, Henry,” said Perfect Peter. “You haven’t said any fruit or vegetables.”
    “So?” said Henry. “Mind your own business, Toad.”
    “Henry called me Toad,” wailed Peter.
    “Ribbet. Ribbet,” croaked Horrid Henry.
    “Don’t be horrid, Henry,” snapped Dad.
    “You can’t go on eating so unhealthily,” said Mom.
    “Agreed,” said Dad.
    Uh oh, thought Henry. Here it comes. Nag nag nag. If there were prizes for best naggers, Mom and Dad would win every time.
    “I’ll make a deal with you, Henry,” said Mom.
    “What?” said Henry suspiciously. Mom and Dad’s “deals” usually involved his doing something horrible, for a pathetic reward. Well no way was he falling for that again.
    “If you eat all your vegetables for five nights in a row, we’ll take you to Gobble and Go.”
    Henry’s heart missed a beat. Gobble and Go! Gobble and Go! Only Henry’s favorite restaurant in the whole wide world. Their motto: “The fries just keep on coming!” shone forth from a purple neon sign. Music blared from twenty loudspeakers. Each table