“What do you mean, not?” said Margaret. “You’re dead meat, you can’t pay me.”
“Not so fast,” said Horrid Henry. With a flourish he reached under the board and pulled out a pile of treasure.
“Let me see, 100 rubies, is it?” said Henry, counting off a pile of coins.
Margaret’s mouth dropped open.
“How did you…what…how…huh?” she spluttered.
Henry shrugged modestly. “Some of us know how to play this game,” he said. “Now roll.”
Moody Margaret rolled and landed on a Fate square.
Go straight to Eerie Eyrie, read the card.
“Gotcha!” shrieked Horrid Henry. He’d won!! Margaret didn’t have enough money to stop being eaten. She was dead. She was doomed.
“I won! I won! You can’t pay me, nah nah ne nah nah,” shrieked Horrid Henry, leaping up and doing a victory dance. “I am the Gotcha king!”
“Says who?” said Moody Margaret, pulling a handful of treasure from her pouch.
Huh?
“You stole that money!” spluttered Henry. “You stole the bank’s money. You big fat cheater.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“CHEATER!” howled Moody Margaret.
“CHEATER!” howled Horrid Henry.
Moody Margaret grabbed the board and hurled it to the floor.
“I won,” said Horrid Henry.
“Did not.”
“Did too, Maggie Moo-Moo.”
“Don’t call me that,” said Margaret, glaring.
“Call you what, Moo-Moo?”
“I challenge you to a re-match,” said Moody Margaret.
“You’re on,” said Horrid Henry.
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to Hannah, Archie, and Rufus Kempton for telling me all about pirate parties and Michael McIntyre for sharing his board-game winning strategies.
About the Author
Photo: Francesco Guidicini
Francesca Simon spent her childhood on the beach in California and then went to Yale and Oxford Universities to study medieval history and literature. She now lives in London with her family. She has written over forty-five books and won the Children’s Book of the Year in 2008 at the Galaxy British Book Awards for Horrid Henry and the Abominable Snowman.
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