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Is Harry really as horrible as everyone
thinks he is?
After lunch when we were working on math, Harry walked back to check the tank. Then he shouted, “The black molly is floating on the water. She's DEAD!”
Everyone rushed back to the tank.
Miss Mackle opened the cover of the tank and took out the net. She scooped up the dead fish. Then she put her finger in the water. “Why, the water is hot! Someone has been fooling with the temperature knob. ”
Everyone looked at the thermometer. The mercury was way above the green zone. “Who would do such a horrible thing?” Miss Mackle exclaimed.
Everyone looked at Harry.
BOOKS ABOUT HORRIBLE HARRY AND SONG LEE
Horrible Harry and the Ant Invasion
Horrible Harry and the Christmas Surprise
Horrible Harry and the Drop of Doom
Horrible Harry and the Dungeon
Horrible Harry and the Green Slime
Horrible Harry and the Holidaze
Horrible Harry and the Kickball Wedding
Horrible Harry and the Mud Gremlins
Horrible Harry and the Purple People
Horrible Harry Goes to the Moon
Horrible Harry Goes to Sea
Horrible Harry at Halloween
Horrible Harry in Room 2B
Horrible Harry Moves Up to Third Grade
Horrible Harry's Secret
Song Lee and the Hamster Hunt
Song Lee and the “I Hate You” Notes
Song Lee and the Leech Man
Song Lee in Room 2B
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Published in Puffin Books, 1991
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For my class who launched the original ant invasion at Southwest School:
Horrible Harry and the Ant Invasion
When Harry and I walked into Room 2B, we couldn't believe our eyes.
“Look at that!” I said.
“Wow! What is it, Doug?” Harry asked me.
“It's an ant city.”
“Ants ...” Harry grinned. Then he rubbed his hands together.
Harry loves anything that crawls, slithers, or slides. He loves slimy things, hairy things, and creepy things.
Harry loves anything horrible.
“The ants haven't arrived yet,” Miss Mackle said. “But they should come any day now in the mail.”
“The mail?” Sidney made a face. “Eeyew. There's going to be ants in Miss Mackle's mailbox.”
Harry flashed his white teeth, “Neato ...” he said. “Are we going to have an ant monitor?”
Miss Mackle looked at the list of jobs on the Monitor Chart. “We're going to need one. Would you be interested, Harry?”
Harry smiled so wide his silver fillings showed in the back.
Miss Mackle printed Harry's name next to Ant Monitor.
One week later when the class was lined up in the hall by the office, Miss Mackle checked her mailbox. She found a small manila envelope in it.
When she opened it up, she pulled out a plastic vial. There were a lot of black, hairy things moving around in it.
“THE ANTS!” the class shouted.
The school secretary, Mrs. Foxworth, poked her head around the corner. “Ants ... ?” she replied.
“We're going to observe their behavior,” Miss Mackle said.
Mrs. Foxworth tried to smile, but she was shaking so much the pencil that was sitting on her ear dropped to the floor.
Harry picked it up and handed it to her. “Are you afraid of ants?”
Mrs. Foxworth ran back to her typewriter.
Harry grinned. “She's afraid of ants.”
“Well,” Miss Mackle said, “the directions on this small package say to put the vial in a refrigerator for ten minutes so the ants will go to sleep. It's easier to put sleeping ants in the ant city.”
Harry stepped forward. “I'm the ant monitor. I'll take it to the teachers' refrigerator for you.”
Miss Mackle raised her eyebrows.
“Can I pick an assistant?” Harry asked.
Miss Mackle nodded as she looked at the waving hands.
“I pick ... Doug,” Harry said.
Miss Mackle looked relieved.
We walked down the hall to the teachers' room with the vial of ants.
When we opened the refrigerator, we looked for a place to set the vial.
“Gee,” I said, “there's so much diet soda in here, it's hard to find room.”
Harry finally set the vial on top of a container of banana yogurt.
Then we walked back down the hall.
Mrs. Foxworth was coming toward us. “Hello, boys,” she said in a cheery voice.
“Taking your morning break?” Harry asked.
Mrs. Foxworth nodded. “Thought I would have a little banana yogurt.”
Harry and I stopped. We looked at each other.
Mrs. Foxworth closed the teachers' room door.
Then we heard it. A shrill scream!
Harry and I walked back to Room 2B laughing.
Ten minutes later Miss Mackle brought the vial of ants back to the classroom.
Everyone gathered around the science table. “I think I should do this, boys and girls,” Miss Mackle said. “Some ants bite. I don't want
of you to touch one. Is that clear?”
Everyone nodded their heads.
Miss Mackle took the roof off an ant house. Then she took the cap off the vial. We all watched her pour the ants into the small opening.
“Their bodies look like raisins,” Ida said.
“That's the way they sleep, Ida, all rolled up,” Miss Mackle replied.
“Eeyew,” Sidney groaned. “They're gross.”
The teacher looked at Sidney. “We are scientists. We are observing ant behavior. Someday, someone in Room 2B may be a great scientist and make great discoveries in a lab.”
Harry and I pointed at each other. We were planning to be great scientists. Someday.
Just as Miss Mackle finished pouring the sleeping ants into the hole, the ants at the bottom of the vial started to wake up.
“Goodness!” Miss Mackle exclaimed.
Sidney screamed when three ants crawled out of the vial onto the science table.
Miss Mackle stood up. “No one move or touch anything. I will get the ants.”
“One is on the floor!” Mary called.