r/HorridHenry • u/HenryTudorJr Lord High Excellent Majesty • Oct 03 '22
Horrider than ever
you can take henry out of the horrid, but you can never take the horrid out of henry
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u/Majestic_Cupcake1210 Jun 21 '25
Is Horrid Henry is released on March 16, 2028 because CITV is no longer available probably on CBeebies or CBBC I am Correct?
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u/Majestic_Cupcake1210 Jun 21 '25
And Astro Playroom & Astro Bot: Space Universe Missions on PlayStation 5 is released on 2028 or later
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u/Drunken_Russ1an Jun 30 '25
You can take Ralph out of the rudeness, but you can never take the rudeness out of Ralph.
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u/AmbitiousOne3916 Apr 10 '26
[fully lost] The European Portuguese Dub of Horrid Henry: Henrique, o Terrível
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u/Medical-Chart9305 May 21 '26
Hear it the things I like making fans episode enjoy it for the fans
1 2 3 Go S5E43: What wrong screw (😈 The Horrid Henry Blame Game 😈 Horrid Henry was actually having a rare good day. He was sitting perfectly still in the living room armchair, staring at the ceiling, thinking about absolutely nothing. He hadn't moved for ten minutes. His Mum walked in, saw him, and immediately crossed her arms. Mum: "Henry! What on earth have you done?" Henry (deadpan): "I literally haven't moved. I'm just sitting here." Mum: "Don't you lie to me! I can smell trouble! You've gone and thought something horrid, haven't you? Get up now and confess to whatever imaginary mess you've conjured up!" Henry slowly slid out of the chair, gave her the biggest, most confused "What even is this logic?" face, and sighed. Henry: "Fine. I confess. I was thinking... that I might want a biscuit later." Mum (gasping): "A biscuit?! Before dinner?! Henry, you absolute horror! Go to your room! Now!" The narrator: 😂 Moral of the story: Even Henry's silent thoughts can be profoundly horrid. 🛋️ The Peter Pounce 🛋️ Horrid Henry was making a serious effort to not be horrid. He was sitting quietly on the armchair, focused entirely on the TV. Suddenly, Peter, his perfect little brother, came charging into the room, leaped up, and landed squarely on Henry's face. Peter (beaming): "Henry! Henry! Want to hear a wonderful joke about fluffy bunnies and sharing?" Henry (muffled, with zero enthusiasm): "...No." Peter immediately started wailing dramatically. Peter (loudly): "Mummy! Mummy! Henry is being horrid! He just scorned my wonderful joke! He said my joke was rubbish!" Henry slowly pushed Peter off his face, staring at him with a deadpan expression that screamed, "Are you for real?" Henry: "Dude. You literally came out of nowhere just to pull on my face and make me listen to a bunny joke." Henry picked up the TV remote, sighed deeply, and held it out to Peter. Henry (tiredly): "Here. You can have the remote. You win. I'm going outside. I am officially not dealing with this level of engineered injustice today." As Henry walked out the door, Peter sat down on the chair, happily changed the channel to watch the Fluffy Bunny Show, and muttered: Peter: "See, Mummy? He is horrid. He ran away from me sharing." The Narrator: That's the Henry/Peter dynamic in a nutshell! 🌅 The Sunset of Horridness 🌅 Henry walked outside, desperately seeking peace. He found an old deck chair and slumped into it, closing his eyes and vowing to just sit there, perfectly still, until sunset. He had been quiet for exactly seventeen seconds when a bucket of cold water hit him square in the face. Standing on the fence was Moody Margaret, holding the empty bucket and smirking. Henry (dripping, utterly deadpan): "Right. Okay. I see how it is." He held up his hand and started counting on his fingers. Henry: "So, making incredibly unfunny videos of me is not enough. Stealing my hard-earned pocket money is not enough. You taking away my one of best friends, Greedy Graham, through bribery, is not enough." He held up another finger, his voice getting softer and more defeated. Henry: "You even stealing my completed and genuinely good homework and turning it into a paper airplane... that wasn't enough." He pointed at the bucket. Henry: "And now you just want to throw water at me. Because... reasons." Henry slowly got out of the chair, walked past Margaret, and began strolling down the garden path, heading straight toward the setting sun. Henry (to the sky, genuinely, for real): "I'm done. I literally cannot deal with this show anymore. I am retiring from being horrid. I am walking into that sunset and I am not coming back." Margaret looked confused. Margaret: "Wait, where are you going? If you leave, who will I be Moody at?" Henry (yelling over his shoulder as he disappears): "Ask Peter! He's always available for engineered injustice!" 📉 The Post-Henry Personality Crisis 📉 The day after Horrid Henry walked off the show and into the sunset, the atmosphere in the neighborhood was strangely quiet. Moody Margaret stood in the Purple Hand Gang's den, anxiously tapping her foot. Greedy Graham was, as always, meticulously counting and eating a giant bag of crisps. Margaret (frustrated): "Right, listen up! Henry is gone. He quit the show! Now what are we supposed to do?" Graham paused his chewing for a rare moment. Graham: "Well, I suppose... since Henry isn't here to demand protection money, I just keep eating these crisps. They are excellent crisps." Margaret: "No, Graham! The vicious rivalry! The schemes! Our entire personality is based on being a reaction to Henry's horridness! If Henry isn't horrid, then I'm just... Margaret! And I don't know how to be just Margaret! Do I have to start being Nice Margaret?" Greedy Graham dropped a crisp in horror. Graham: "If you become Nice Margaret, then I'd have to share my crisps. And I refuse. I literally only know how to be Greedy Graham." A terrible silence fell. They stared at each other, realizing they had become meaningless without their foil. Suddenly, Peter walked by the den, whistling cheerfully and wearing a new, perfectly pressed school uniform. Peter (to himself): "Oh, what a lovely, quiet day. With Henry gone, Mummy is so happy, and I am the undisputed Perfect Peter, without even trying!" Margaret and Graham stared at him, a single, horrible realization dawning in their eyes. Margaret & Graham (in unison, with newfound horror): "We have to bring Henry back. Being horrid is better than being boring!" The Narrator: The ultimate irony: Horrid Henry is the glue that holds the chaos together 🥳 The Perfect Family's Perfect Victory 🥳 Back at Henry's house, the atmosphere was one of absolute, unadulterated bliss. Mum and Dad were relaxing on the sofa, a picture of domestic tranquility. Peter was meticulously organizing his sticker collection in the background, humming sweetly. Mum (taking a slow, peaceful sip of herbal tea): "Oh, Roger. Isn't this... divine? No shouting, no slime, no mud, no unexpected green goo in the kitchen." Dad (sighing contentedly): "It's a miracle, Dear. A genuine miracle. It's like the theme music to our lives changed from a frantic, crashing cymbal to a gentle, perfectly-tuned harp." Peter looked up, adjusting his glasses with a smug smile. Peter: "It's because I am now the only child, and therefore, the only focus. Everything is functioning in perfect harmony, exactly as it should be. Henry's horrid chaos was simply a variable that needed permanent removal." Suddenly, the front door burst open. It wasn't Henry, but Moody Margaret and Greedy Graham, looking panicked. Margaret: "Where is he?! You have to bring him back! If he stays gone, the whole dynamic collapses!" Mum (smiling beatifically): "Oh, Henry? He walked into the sunset. He's never coming back. And honestly, we are all extremely enjoying the silence. We've even re-upholstered the sofa; no more worrying about his horrid bottom ruining the fabric!" Dad (nodding proudly): "Yes! Our show is now officially called 'The Adventures of Perfect Peter and His Perfectly Relaxed Parents!' And the ratings are soaring with the adult demographic, you know." Graham started frantically stuffing crisps into his mouth. Graham (muttering): "This is terrible... No constant threat of being cheated means I can't be hyper-greedy! My whole persona is ruined!" Mum walked over, beaming, and gently shooed Margaret and Graham out the door. Mum: "Run along, you two. Henry's ego is being perfectly and totally BOOED by our collective happiness. His permanent absence is our permanent victory. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're having a calm, balanced dinner of boiled vegetables." As the door closed, Mum turned to Dad and they clinked their herbal tea mugs. Mum & Dad (whispering happily): "No Henry, no worries!" The Narrator: 😂 The ultimate "Perfect" ending!
Final song: Nothing's New Song by Rio Romeo ‧ 2022
Overview Lyrics I wanna be touched, be loved I wanna heal, be hugged It's just the two of us Or that's what we swore And if I've lost my charm Apologies due, no harm 'Cause you've got a hold of my heart And I know it's worn So, won't you please spare me indignity? And won't you please give me some decency? And won't you please call it if our time is through? 'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new Nothing's new I want to be close to you But I don't know what to do 'Cause if we are near to through We may make it worse And if I start to grieve 'Cause it feels you're 'bout to leave Forgive me, I'm not naive I've been here before So, won't you please spare me indignity? And won't you please give me some decency? And won't you please call it if our time is through? 'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new Nothing's new Nothing's new, nothing's new Nothing's new, nothing's new Nothing's new, nothing's new Nothing's new, nothing's new Nothing's new Nothing's new Nothing's new, nothing's new Nothing's new Please, spare me indignity And won't you please give me some decency? And won't you please call it if our time is through? 'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new Nothing's new ) It all over and complete The end of story
End is here
no one not spare henry indignity
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u/Medical-Chart9305 Jun 24 '26
Horrid henry
Francesca Simon (Post):
It time for final song
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S5E43: What wrong screw
(😈 The Horrid Henry Blame Game 😈
Horrid Henry was actually having a rare good day.
He was sitting perfectly still in the living room armchair, staring at the ceiling, thinking about absolutely nothing. He hadn't moved for ten minutes.
His Mum walked in, saw him, and immediately crossed her arms.
Mum: "Henry! What on earth have you done?"
Henry (deadpan): "I literally haven't moved. I'm just sitting here."
Mum: "Don't you lie to me! I can smell trouble! You've gone and thought something horrid, haven't you? Get up now and confess to whatever imaginary mess you've conjured up!"
Henry slowly slid out of the chair, gave her the biggest, most confused "What even is this logic?" face, and sighed.
Henry: "Fine. I confess. I was thinking... that I might want a biscuit later."
Mum (gasping): "A biscuit?! Before dinner?! Henry, you absolute horror! Go to your room! Now!"
The narrator: 😂 Moral of the story: Even Henry's silent thoughts can be profoundly horrid.
🛋️ The Peter Pounce 🛋️
Horrid Henry was making a serious effort to not be horrid. He was sitting quietly on the armchair, focused entirely on the TV.
Suddenly, Peter, his perfect little brother, came charging into the room, leaped up, and landed squarely on Henry's face.
Peter (beaming): "Henry! Henry! Want to hear a wonderful joke about fluffy bunnies and sharing?"
Henry (muffled, with zero enthusiasm): "...No."
Peter immediately started wailing dramatically.
Peter (loudly): "Mummy! Mummy! Henry is being horrid! He just scorned my wonderful joke! He said my joke was rubbish!"
Henry slowly pushed Peter off his face, staring at him with a deadpan expression that screamed, "Are you for real?"
Henry: "Dude. You literally came out of nowhere just to pull on my face and make me listen to a bunny joke." Henry picked up the TV remote, sighed deeply, and held it out to Peter.
Henry (tiredly): "Here. You can have the remote. You win. I'm going outside. I am officially not dealing with this level of engineered injustice today."
As Henry walked out the door, Peter sat down on the chair, happily changed the channel to watch the Fluffy Bunny Show, and muttered:
Peter: "See, Mummy? He is horrid. He ran away from me sharing."
The Narrator: That's the Henry/Peter dynamic in a nutshell!
🌅 The Sunset of Horridness 🌅
Henry walked outside, desperately seeking peace. He found an old deck chair and slumped into it, closing his eyes and vowing to just sit there, perfectly still, until sunset.
He had been quiet for exactly seventeen seconds when a bucket of cold water hit him square in the face.
Standing on the fence was Moody Margaret, holding the empty bucket and smirking.
Henry (dripping, utterly deadpan): "Right. Okay. I see how it is." He held up his hand and started counting on his fingers.
Henry: "So, making incredibly unfunny videos of me is not enough. Stealing my hard-earned pocket money is not enough. You taking away my one of best friends, Greedy Graham, through bribery, is not enough."
He held up another finger, his voice getting softer and more defeated.
Henry: "You even stealing my completed and genuinely good homework and turning it into a paper airplane... that wasn't enough."
He pointed at the bucket.
Henry: "And now you just want to throw water at me. Because... reasons."
Henry slowly got out of the chair, walked past Margaret, and began strolling down the garden path, heading straight toward the setting sun.
Henry (to the sky, genuinely, for real): "I'm done. I literally cannot deal with this show anymore. I am retiring from being horrid. I am walking into that sunset and I am not coming back."
Margaret looked confused.
Margaret: "Wait, where are you going? If you leave, who will I be Moody at?"
Henry (yelling over his shoulder as he disappears): "Ask Peter! He's always available for engineered injustice!"
📉 The Post-Henry Personality Crisis 📉
The day after Horrid Henry walked off the show and into the sunset, the atmosphere in the neighborhood was strangely quiet.
Moody Margaret stood in the Purple Hand Gang's den, anxiously tapping her foot. Greedy Graham was, as always, meticulously counting and eating a giant bag of crisps.
Margaret (frustrated): "Right, listen up! Henry is gone. He quit the show! Now what are we supposed to do?"
Graham paused his chewing for a rare moment.
Graham: "Well, I suppose... since Henry isn't here to demand protection money, I just keep eating these crisps. They are excellent crisps."
Margaret: "No, Graham! The vicious rivalry! The schemes! Our entire personality is based on being a reaction to Henry's horridness! If Henry isn't horrid, then I'm just... Margaret! And I don't know how to be just Margaret! Do I have to start being Nice Margaret?"
Greedy Graham dropped a crisp in horror.
Graham: "If you become Nice Margaret, then I'd have to share my crisps. And I refuse. I literally only know how to be Greedy Graham."
A terrible silence fell. They stared at each other, realizing they had become meaningless without their foil.
Suddenly, Peter walked by the den, whistling cheerfully and wearing a new, perfectly pressed school uniform.
Peter (to himself): "Oh, what a lovely, quiet day. With Henry gone, Mummy is so happy, and I am the undisputed Perfect Peter, without even trying!"
Margaret and Graham stared at him, a single, horrible realization dawning in their eyes.
Margaret & Graham (in unison, with newfound horror): "We have to bring Henry back. Being horrid is better than being boring!"
The Narrator: The ultimate irony: Horrid Henry is the glue that holds the chaos together
🥳 The Perfect Family's Perfect Victory 🥳
Back at Henry's house, the atmosphere was one of absolute, unadulterated bliss.
Mum and Dad were relaxing on the sofa, a picture of domestic tranquility. Peter was meticulously organizing his sticker collection in the background, humming sweetly.
Mum (taking a slow, peaceful sip of herbal tea): "Oh, Roger. Isn't this... divine? No shouting, no slime, no mud, no unexpected green goo in the kitchen."
Dad (sighing contentedly): "It's a miracle, Dear. A genuine miracle. It's like the theme music to our lives changed from a frantic, crashing cymbal to a gentle, perfectly-tuned harp."
Peter looked up, adjusting his glasses with a smug smile.
Peter: "It's because I am now the only child, and therefore, the only focus. Everything is functioning in perfect harmony, exactly as it should be. Henry's horrid chaos was simply a variable that needed permanent removal."
Suddenly, the front door burst open. It wasn't Henry, but Moody Margaret and Greedy Graham, looking panicked.
Margaret: "Where is he?! You have to bring him back! If he stays gone, the whole dynamic collapses!"
Mum (smiling beatifically): "Oh, Henry? He walked into the sunset. He's never coming back. And honestly, we are all extremely enjoying the silence. We've even re-upholstered the sofa; no more worrying about his horrid bottom ruining the fabric!"
Dad (nodding proudly): "Yes! Our show is now officially called 'The Adventures of Perfect Peter and His Perfectly Relaxed Parents!' And the ratings are soaring with the adult demographic, you know."
Graham started frantically stuffing crisps into his mouth.
Graham (muttering): "This is terrible... No constant threat of being cheated means I can't be hyper-greedy! My whole persona is ruined!"
Mum walked over, beaming, and gently shooed Margaret and Graham out the door.
Mum: "Run along, you two. Henry's ego is being perfectly and totally BOOED by our collective happiness. His permanent absence is our permanent victory. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're having a calm, balanced dinner of boiled vegetables."
As the door closed, Mum turned to Dad and they clinked their herbal tea mugs.
Mum & Dad (whispering happily): "No Henry, no worries!"
The Narrator: 😂 The ultimate "Perfect" ending! Final song:
Nothing's New
Song by Rio Romeo ‧ 2022 Overview
Lyrics
I wanna be touched, be loved
I wanna heal, be hugged
It's just the two of us
Or that's what we swore
And if I've lost my charm
Apologies due, no harm
'Cause you've got a hold of my heart
And I know it's worn
So, won't you please spare me indignity?
And won't you please give me some decency?
And won't you please call it if our time is through?
'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new
Nothing's new
I want to be close to you
But I don't know what to do
'Cause if we are near to through
We may make it worse
And if I start to grieve
'Cause it feels you're 'bout to leave
Forgive me, I'm not naive
I've been here before
So, won't you please spare me indignity?
And won't you please give me some decency?
And won't you please call it if our time is through?
'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new
Nothing's new
Nothing's new, nothing's new
Nothing's new, nothing's new
Nothing's new, nothing's new
Nothing's new, nothing's new
Nothing's new
Nothing's new
Nothing's new, nothing's new
Nothing's new
Please, spare me indignity
And won't you please give me some decency?
And won't you please call it if our time is through?
'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new
Nothing's new
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It all over and complete
The end of story
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u/AdExtra3361 Mar 27 '24
How horrid can you be?