Ivy and Bean Take Care of the Babysitter (Ivy and Bean, Book 4)
Annie Barrows, Sophie Blackall
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The adventures of Ivy and Bean continue in the latest installment from series creators Annie Barrows and Sophie Blackall. In Ivy and Bean Take Care of the Babysitter, the two girls hatch a plan to prove that Bean's big sister is the world's worst babysitter. Of course plans go awry, but fun ensues!
Go!” She threw herself onto the ground. “Earthquake!” she bellowed. “Help!” howled Sophie S. “The volcano is spewing!” Isaiah threw the corn out the top. “Ask the gods for forgiveness!” yelled Ivy. “It’s too late!” shouted Leo, flapping bushes back and forth. “Ohhh nooooo! Here it comes!” hollered Prairie. Sophie W. laughed and turned the hose on full blast. “AAAHH!” screamed the volcano, and water blew out the top of the crater in a gigantic spray. Bean was sopping wet. There was corn in
feeling. What if Nancy was gone? “Nancy?” she said softly. There was no answer. “Nancy?” she said in a regular voice. Nothing. “Nancy?” “I’m in here.” Nancy was in the bathroom. “Don’t come in.” Bean went down the hall and stood outside the bathroom door. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Nothing. None of your business. Don’t come in.” Nancy’s voice was tight. She didn’t sound like a camp counselor anymore. “Are you going to throw up?” Bean asked sympathetically. She knew what that was
Her mother didn’t let her have sleepovers yet. “I could sneak out of my house and come over here—” “And I’ll tie a string to my toe and dangle the string out the window. You pull on the string to wake me up, and I’ll let you in, and we’ll come up here. Oh, I know! Instead of beds, we could put up hammocks, like a ship.” Bean hugged herself. It was such a great idea. “And they’ll never know. They’ll say, ‘Where have you been?’ and we’ll say, ‘Us? We were right here.’ And it won’t be a lie!” “And
jumped up and grabbed her bag of corn. Together, she and Sophie hurried around Pancake Court. Usually Sophie W.’s house looked a lot like all the other houses on Pancake Court, but today it looked different. Today, there was an enormous mound of dirt in the front yard. A monster mound. It was as high as the front porch. Maybe even higher. It spread across most of the lawn, all the way to the path. The dirt was dark brown, the kind of dirt that smells good and is already halfway to mud. “Wow.
couldn’t let that happen. “I have an idea,” said Bean. “Come on.” She got up and walked down the hall, and Ivy followed. Bean leaned close to the bathroom door and said loudly, “If it weren’t for me, you’d be in big trouble.” Nancy opened the door. Her face was wet and blotchy. “What?” “It’s pretty lucky for you that Mom didn’t come in and see that silver stuff,” Bean said. Nancy stared at her for a moment. “Okay. Thanks,” she said. Bean leaned against the doorway. “It’s almost like I’m the