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Horrid Henry

The story describes two girls, Margaret and Susan, who are members of a secret club. Margaret questions Susan to gain entry by having her provide the secret password and handshake. Once inside, Susan provides a spy report on their enemy, Henry, but does not have all the details Margaret expects from a spy.

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Horrid Henry

The story describes two girls, Margaret and Susan, who are members of a secret club. Margaret questions Susan to gain entry by having her provide the secret password and handshake. Once inside, Susan provides a spy report on their enemy, Henry, but does not have all the details Margaret expects from a spy.

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Horrid Henry and the Secret Club

By Francesca Simon

Margaret: Halt! Who goes there?

Susan: Me

Margaret: Who’s me?

Susan: ME!

Margaret: What’s the password?

Susan: Uhhh (to herself) oh dear….Now what is the password? (turning to Margaret)
Potatoes?

Margaret: No it isn’t.

Susan: Yes, it is.

Margaret: Potatoes was last week’s password.

Susan: No it wasn’t.

Margaret: Yes, it was. It’s my club and I decide.

Susan: (Sourly) All right, what is the password?

Margaret: I don’t know if I’m going to tell you. I could be giving away a big secret to the
enemy.

Susan: But I’m not the enemy. I’m Susan.

Margaret: Shhhh! We don’t want Henry to find out who’s in the secret club.

Susan: (looking over her shoulder, to check that the enemy was nowhere to be seen, then
whistling twice) All clear. Now let me in.

Margaret: Prove to me that you’re Susan, and not the enemy pretending to be Susan.

Susan: You know it’s me.

Margaret: Prove it.

Susan: (Sticking out her foot so that Margaret can see it) I’m wearing the black patent
leather shoes with the blue flowers I always wear.
Margaret: No good. The enemy could’ve stolen them.

Susan: I’m speaking with Susan’s voice and I look like Susan.

Margaret: No good. The enemy could be a master of disguise.

Susan: (Stamping her foot) And I know that you were the one who pinched Helen, and I’m
going to tell Miss……

Margaret: Come closer to the tent flap (Susan bends over). Now listen to me, because I’m
only going to tell you once. When the secret club member wants to come in, they say
‘Nunga’. Anyone inside answers back, ‘Nunga Nu’. That’s how I know it’s you, and you know
it’s me.

Susan: Nunga

Margaret: Nunga Nu. Enter.

(Susan enters the tented area, gives the secret handshake, sits down on a box and sulks)

Susan: You knew it was me all along.

Margaret: (Scowling) That’s not the point. If you don’t want to obey the club rules, you can
leave.

(Susan remains sitting very still)

Susan: Can I have a biscuit?

Margaret: Have two. Then we’ll get down to business. Have you brought your spy report?

Susan: Yes.

Margaret: Read it aloud.

Susan: (taking a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket, then reading) I watched the
enemy’s house for two hours yesterday morning.

Margaret: (Interrupting) Which morning?

Susan: Saturday morning. A lady with grey hair and a beret walked past.

Margaret: What colour was the beret?

Susan: I don’t know.

Margaret: Call yourself a spy and you don’t know what colour the beret was?

Susan: Can I please continue with my report?


Margaret: Then I saw the enemy leave the house with his brother and mother. The enemy
kicked his brother twice. His mother shouted at him. Then I saw the postman…… (They can
hear someone shouting out the password outside the tented area) Aaaaahh! It’s Henry!

Margaret: Quick! Hide!

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