Horrid Henry Perfect Peter's Horrid Day (Impressions by Emily Rose)

Peter feels like he is the odd one out. So he is trying to be the same as Henry.
HENRY: Bleurgh!
MUM: Henry, eat your soup properly.
PETER: I'M eating my soup properly!
(HENRY SLURPS)
DAD: Henry, use your spoon!
PETER: I'M using my spoon.
HENRY: Uhh....Atcheuch!
PETER: Mum....
MUM: Don't be horrid, Henry! Look at the mess!
HENRY: Ha-ha-ha-ha!
PETER: I didn't make a mess, Mum. Ow!
DAD: Henry, stop throwing food!
MUM: Why can't we just have a normal Sunday dinner?
DAD: This IS a normal Sunday dinner.
PETER: I'M being normal.
(EXPLOSION)
HENRY: Wow!
MUM: Henry-y-y-y!
PETER: It doesn't matter how perfect I am. Nobody notices. But everyone notices how horrid Henry is. It's not fair! What if I were horrid? Yes! Tomorrow, I'm going to be like Henry! I'm going to be HORRID!
MUM: Everyone up! This house is a mess! Great Aunt Greta is coming to tea! I want you all on your best behaviour!
HENRY: Great Aunt Greta?! Ew! She thinks I'm a girl!
BAD PETER: Come on, Peter. Here's your chance to be horrid.
GOOD PETER: No, Peter. You were born to be good.
BAD PETER: Get lost, you! Come on, Peter. Do your worst.
PETER: Oooh. I'm not going to fold my pyjamas and I'm not going to make my bed, either. That's really horrid! And this is even worse!
MUM: Peter? What's this?
PETER: I know...I know...
MUM: Oh, clever you to remember it's wash day!