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A new classic from the world of Roald Dahl!
Mr. and Mrs. Twit are just about as nasty and revolting as two people can get. The only thing that brings the two of them pleasure is playing pranks on one another. But, when a new family called the Lovelies move in next door, with their lively 10-year-old twins, they teach The Twits to stop being so mean and horrible and they all live happily ever after . . . Ha! Not really. The Twits HATE the Lovelies.
But how far will The Twits go to rid themselves of their horribly nice new neighbours? And what happens when these new neighbours, who are armed with utter loveliness, start to fight back?
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Greg James and Chris Smith are the multi-award-wining and bestselling authors of The Great Dream Robbery, Super Ghost and the Kid Normal series. They have been translated into over 20 languages and been shortlisted for both the Waterstones Children’s Book Prize and the Laugh Out Loud Award. Greg and Chris have championed children’s books widely, were judges for the Blue Peter Book Award in 2017 and were official World Book Day authors in 2020. They are also committed advocates for children’s literacy and are founding members of the Primary School Library Alliance – a campaign launched by Penguin Random House and the National Literacy Trust to address the lack of investment in UK primary school libraries – and were awarded in 2024 the Ruth Rendell Literacy Award, presented to those who have had the most significant influence on literacy in the UK over the past year, for their work promoting reading in schools. Outside of their writing partnership, Greg James is a radio and television broadcaster and Chris Smith a solo author of acclaimed children’s books Frankie Best Hates Quests and Clarity Jones and the Magical Detective Agency.
Roald Dahl is one of the world’s best and most original storytellers with over 300 million books sold, translated into 68 languages. Deeply funny and deliciously dark, his timeless stories are beloved by kids and adults alike and have introduced generations of kids to the joys of reading and the imagination.
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CHAPTER ONE
MRS. TWIT FILLS THE TOILET WITH WASPS
Imagine what it must be like living next door to a pair of total twits.
What if you were unlucky enough to have NOISY twits as neighbors? The sort of people who play the trombone incredibly badly until four o’clock in the morning, or decide to start drilling into the walls while you’re trying to have a lie-in?
Or imagine living next door to NOSY twits, who peer at you over the garden fence, or peep in through your windows while you’re eating your tea.
What if some really MESSY twits moved in next door and filled their house with rubbish and their garden with rusty old cars?
Worse still, what if you lived next door to some SMELLY twits? Or some MEAN twits? Or some completely HORRIBLE twits, who are mean to your cat, or jump out at you from behind the garden fence dressed as clowns for no good reason?
All these are foul in their own way. But what if you were to end up living next door to a pair of twits who are
NOISY,
NOSY,
MESSY,
SMELLY,
MEAN and
HORRIBLE?
Do such appalling people really exist?
Well, sadly, yes, they do. Their names are Mr. and Mrs. Twit and here they come now.
Brace
yourselves.
Mr. Twit has a face like a warthog’s hairy armpit and a personality to match. There are many disgusting things about him, all the way from his dirty feet up to the hair on his head, which looks like the nest of the world’s least house-proud bird. But the most disgusting thing about Mr. Twit is his beard. It is as stiff and bristly as an old boot brush. And—even worse— it’s full of the tiny morsels of food that miss Mr. Twit’s mouth as he eats his loathsome lunch or his sloppy supper. Clumps of curdled custard and puddles of putrid porridge nestle deep among the stubbly whiskers. And if he fancies a quick snack in between meals, Mr. Twit simply sticks out his slimy tongue and sends it snaking through the beardy undergrowth in search of a tasty treat.
That’s enough about that for now. It’s too revolting to think about for more than a few seconds without getting a cramp in your brain. But there’s more. You heard us mention dirty FEEt a moment ago. Speaking of those, let’s take a look at Mrs. Twit.
Mrs. Twit is a foul, screeching bundle of pure hideousness. She has a face like a scrunched-up elbow and her dress looks like a sack that fell on hard times sometime in the late eighteenth century. If you ever caught sight of her toenails, you would run home screaming for your mommy no matter how old you are. Mrs. Twit’s hobbies include shouting at kittens and knitting jumpers for puppies. She doesn’t give the jumpers to the puppies, though—she makes the puppies watch while she sets fire to them. That’s the kind of thing Mrs. Twit does for entertainment.
Mr. and Mrs. Twit live in a house that they built themselves, and as this story starts they do not have any next-door neighbors. That shouldn’t come as a massive surprise. I mean, imagine living beside that pair. Or, indeed, beside that house. It is dark and dingy, because they built it without any windows to stop anyone from looking in at them. The garden is full of thistles and stinging nettles, and is surrounded by a high hedge of twisted brambles with sharp thorns to keep everybody out.
The reason for this is quite simple: Mr. and Mrs. Twit do not like other people. They don’t even like each other. In fact, the list of things the Twits do not like is extremely long. It includes other people, being looked at by other people, talking to other people, other people living next door to them, each other, washing.
So what DO Mr. and Mrs. Twit like? That list is a lot shorter. And at the top of the list is this: playing HORRIBLE, MEAN tricks on each other. And that is exactly where our story starts.
It was a fine fresh morning in springtime. The sun had just risen, casting a golden glow over the Big Dead Tree that sat in a clearing on one side of the Twits’ garden. Mrs. Twit was out and about bright and early that day, moving among the thistles with a large cloth-covered bucket clutched in one warty hand. She was wearing a tatty dressing gown and a wicked smile. This was because she was about to play a particularly painful prank on her horrible husband—one that she had been planning for several days. She was in such a good mood that she was even humming a merry little tune to herself. Although to most of us it wouldn’t have sounded very merry or even much like a tune. It sounded like the screeching of rusty hinges.
“Where are you, my little lovelies?” croaked Mrs. Twit, her knobbly back creaking as she bent down to hunt for something among the nettles. When she straightened up, she was holding a jam jar that was absolutely full of angry buzzing wasps.
The previous day, Mrs. Twit had punched small holes into the lids of several jars and poured a small amount of honey into the bottom. This is how you make wasp traps—the wasps crawl inside to get at the honey but can’t find their way back through the holes. Carefully Mrs. Twit unscrewed the lid of this first jar and tipped the wasps into her bucket, quickly putting the cloth back over the top. Then she moved on to her next trap. After half an hour, Mrs. Twit’s bucket was absolutely full to the brim with wasps. There must have been hundreds of them in there. Her smile grew wider and more wicked still.
Mrs. Twit opened the front door of the house softly and crept inside. As you can imagine, the inside of the Twits’ house was just as nasty as the outside. Everywhere you looked there was mess and neglect. The chairs were musty, the stairs were dusty, the oven was greasy and the toilet . . . well, we’ll get to the toilet in a minute. But it’s not going to be pretty.
Mrs. Twit crept through the living room, across the kitchen and into the bathroom. And an apology is probably in order at this point. Because nobody wants to see inside Mr. and Mrs. Twit’s bathroom, but it’s part of the story, so we’re just going to have to get through it somehow. As you can probably imagine, it’s one of the worst rooms on the entire planet. For a start, as we already know, it doesn’t have a window. Also, the bathroom has never been cleaned. Ever. Not once. Please only look at the following picture if you ate over two hours ago, because it will probably make you feel sick, and these pages aren’t as absorbent as they look.
Ready?
There, told you so.
Horrible, isn’t it?
But Mr. and Mrs. Twit didn’t think it was horrible. They hate things that are bright and clean, so this dark, dank, dingy, dirty room was one of their favorites. Every morning as soon as he got up,
Mr. Twit would charge down the stairs straight to this bathroom and spend an hour sitting on the toilet and reading his newspaper.
“Hurry up in there, you smelly slop bucket!” Mrs. Twit would shout, hammering on the door with the stick she always carried. (She didn’t actually need a stick to walk; she just used it to thwack things.)
“Leave me alone!” the muffled voice of Mr. Twit would reply from the other side of the locked door. “I am reading my newspaper!”
“I need to go!” Mrs. Twit would screech.
“I don’t care!” Mr. Twit would reply, smirking. “You’ll just have to cross your legs.”
This happened every morning for several years, and FINALLY an idea for revenge had come to Mrs. Twit. Today she was putting her plan into action. Tiptoeing into the bathroom, she lifted the toilet seat and quickly upended the bucket on top of the toilet bowl. The wasps, who were growing tired of being cooped up, took this opportunity to make a bid for freedom and streamed down into the bowl. Before they could realize their mistake, Mrs. Twit had slammed the lid down on top of them with a bark of harsh laughter.
“This’ll teach you to hog the toilet, you mangy dishcloth!!”
From upstairs a series of foul coughs and snorts told her that her husband had woken up. She heard the springs of the saggy old bed creaking as he levered himself to his feet, and then the clump of his footsteps heading toward the staircase.
Mrs. Twit lowered herself into a greasy armchair in the living room and prepared to enjoy the fun.
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