Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying (Junie B. Jones, No. 4)
Barbara Park
Language: English
Pages: 66
ISBN: 0679851011
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Barbara Park’s New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, is a classroom favorite and has been keeping kids laughing—and reading—for more than twenty years. Over 60 million copies in print and now with a bright new look for a new generation!
Meet the World’s Funniest Kindergartner—Junie B. Jones! Junie B. is the bestest spier in the world. That’s ’cause she has sneaky feet. And her nose doesn’t whistle when she breathes. But guess what? Junie B. might be real sneaky. And real peeky. But when she spies on Mrs., she could get into real trouble!
USA Today:
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
Publishers Weekly:
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun.”
Kirkus Reviews:
“Junie’s swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world. . . . A hilarious, first-rate read-aloud.”
Time:
“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
did those Sneaky Petes go to?” After that I had to look all over the store for those guys. First, I looked where the chocolate milk was. Then I looked where the pasketti and tomato sauce was. And I also looked where the delicious candy was. Only guess where I finally found them? At the stinky dumb vegetables! That’s where! I quick ducked down and hided around the corner. Then I did some sneaky peeky spying on them. I saw Mrs. picking out yucky blucky brockly. And stewie pewie tomatoes.
I was shamed of her, of course. On account of teachers shouldn’t do that smoochie thing! After that, I peeked my eyes between my fingers. And I saw Mrs. standing at the grapes. She picked up a bunch of the green kind. Then she pulled some grapes right off the top of it. And that’s when the most terriblest thing of all happened! Because just then, Mrs. put the grapes in her mouth! And she ATE them! Mrs. ATE the GRAPES! And she didn’t even PAY for them! “Oh no,” I whispered very upset. “Oh
And that is called the word of stealing, I think.” After that I hided my head under my skirt again. “You don’t have to hide, Junie B.,” said Mrs. “I’m the one who should be hiding. I’m the one who took the grapes.” I peeked my eyes over my skirt at her. Then Mrs. did a little smile. And she explained all about what happened. “Two weeks ago I bought some grapes at the grocery store,” she said. “But when I got them home I discovered they were so sour no one in my family would eat them. “So
this week—when my husband and I went back to the store—I thought I’d be smart and taste a couple of grapes before I bought them.” I raised my eyebrows. “Is that the rules?” I asked very quiet. Mrs. shook her head. “No,” she said. “That’s not the rules. I should have told the grocery man about my sour grapes. And then I should have asked him if I could sample one or two. But I didn’t do that. And it was right of you to worry when you saw me eating them without paying for them.” “It was?” I
I patted her. “Yeah, only too bad, Grace. But you can’t be as good as me. ’Cause I said it first.” That Grace did a mad breath at me. It is called a huffy, I think. “I heard your nose whistle, Grace,” I told her. Just then the bus got to school. And me and that Grace raced each other to the playground. Except for she beated me. Only it didn’t count. ’Cause I wasn’t really racing. Then we played horses with my other bestest friend named Lucille. Only pretty soon the bell rang. And we all