peter glared at horrid henry.
“okay, you can be in the movie,” said henry.
“i’m not being horrid; that’s in the movie,” lied henry.
perfect peter opened his mouth and then closed it.
“so what’s my part?” said peter.
perfect peter stood on the bench in the front yard.
“now say your line, ‘i am too horrible to live,’ and jump off the bench into the crocodile-filled moat, where you are eaten alive and drown,” said henry.
“i don’t want to say that,” said peter.
horrid henry lowered the camera. “do you want to be in the movie or don’t you?” he hissed.
“i am too horrible to live,” muttered peter.
“i am too horrible to live,” said peter a 