Peter skips into the house, beaming with excitement, while Henry drags himself behind with a scowl on his face. Peter can barely contain himself as he calls out to Mum, who is sitting on the couch.

Perfect Peter: [grinning] Mum! Guess what! It’s my birthday today!

Mum looks up, completely unimpressed, and rolls her eyes.

Mum: [coldly] Oh, joy. Why don’t you go ahead and rot in hell, Peter? Maybe you’ll find someone who cares there.

Perfect Peter: [deflated but still trying] B-but… it’s supposed to be a special day… for me?

Horrid Henry: [snickering] Yeah, real special, Peter. Welcome to “Nobody Gives a Damn Day.” Trust me, you’re the only one celebrating.

Perfect Peter: [hurt] But… you guys always make a big deal out of birthdays. Last year, Mum made a cake for Henry!