Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal (Junie B. Jones, No. 10)
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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! Lucille is having a sleepover party—at her richie nanna’s big giant house! Grace and Junie B. can’t wait to see all the rich stuff in that place. Sleeping over at the nanna’s is sure to be a dream come true! ’Cause what could possibly go wrong?
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun.”
“Junie’s swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world. . . . A hilarious, first-rate read-aloud.”
“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
Contents 1. The Richiest Nanna 2. Excellent Work of Us 3. The Rules 4. Packing My Bags 5. Going to the Ball 6. Bouncing 7. Peeping 8. Morning 1/The Richiest Nanna My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don’t like Beatrice. I just like B and that’s all. I am almost six years old. Almost six is when you ride the bus to afternoon kindergarten. My bestest friend named Grace rides the bus with me. Every day she sits right exactly next to me. ’Cause I save
spending the night. They are: No running, no jumping, no shouting, no squealing, no hollering, no snooping, no spying, no arguing, no fighting, no cheating at games, no talking back to the nanna, no breaking other people’s toys, no grumping, no crying, no fibbing, no tickling people when they say no, no staying up late, and absolutely no head-butting. After I heard the rules, I did a sigh. “Yeah, only that doesn’t actually leave me much to work with,” I said. Mother ruffled my hair. “Sorry,
Then that Grace got in her sleeping bag, too. And Lucille got into her softie bed. “Not one more peep out of you girls,” said the nanna very grouchy. “Do you hear me? Not one more peep.” She turned off the light and shut the door. I stayed quiet a real long time. ’Cause I was scared of that woman, that’s why. All of a sudden, I heard a teeny voice. “Peep!” it said. “Peep, peep, peep!” It was Lucille. Me and that Grace giggled out loud at her. “Peep,” said that Grace. “Peep,” I said.
really, really wanna eat.” Finally, Lucille and that Grace yawned and stretched. Then all of us put on our bathrobes and our slippers. And we went down the hall to get the nanna for breakfast. Lucille shaked her real gentle. “Wake up, Nanna,” she whispered. “Wake up, Nanna,” said that Grace. “Wake up, Nanna,” I said. The nanna did a snore. That’s how come we had to pull her up by her arms. And we turned a bright light in her face. The nanna yawned real big. It was not pleasant. After
Even more surprised than Junie B., who ended up teaching me one of life’s great lessons: Rich is good…but blueberry pancakes are better. Who knew?” Text copyright © 1997 by Barbara Park Illustrations copyright © 1997 by Denise Brunkus All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. http://www.randomhouse.com/ Library of