Ivy and Bean Break the Fossil Record (Ivy and Bean, Book 3)
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World record fever grips the second grade, and soon Ivy and Bean are trying to set their own record by becoming the youngest people to have ever discovered a dinosaur. But how hard is it to find one?
IVY + BEAN BOOK 3 ALSO AVAILABLE: IVY + BEAN BOOK 1 “The deliciousness is in the details here, with both girls drawn distinctly and with flair.” —Booklist, starred review “. . . illustrations deftly capture the girls’ personalities and the tale’s humor. . . . Barrows’s narrative brims with sprightly dialogue.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review “Readers are bound to embrace this spunky twosome and eagerly anticipate their continuing tales of mischief and mayhem.” —Kirkus Reviews
and fifty-nine clothespins on his face!” shouted Eric. “Look at him!” It was recess, but instead of soccer or jump rope or monkey bars, the second-graders were huddled under the play structure. At the center of the circle were Bean and her book. Kids pulled the book back and forth, all trying to look at the pages at the same time. “Look at her! Ninety-nine hula hoops at once!” Vanessa squeaked. “Around her neck, too!” “Look at this turnip! It weighs thirty-nine pounds!” said Dusit. “Gross! I
sink. He hadn’t washed the breakfast dishes yet. “Why don’t you set the record for fast dish washing?” he said, smiling. “That would be a good one.” Bean ran to get the book. There were no records for fastest dishwasher. “This is going to be a piece of cake,” said Bean, looking at the counter piled with plates. “You could do it slowly and still break the record,” said Ivy. “It’ll be better to do it fast,” said Bean. “Super-fast. Then no one will ever break my record.” Her father began to look
together.” “It’s sort of cheating to find the whole thing,” said Bean. “Oh man! Here’s a big one!” She fished around in the dirt and pulled out a thick, heavy bone. It was a very serious-looking bone. Bean held it up. It reached from her hand to her elbow. She whistled. “This is no little, cute dinosaur. This is a big, scary dinosaur.” “What if that’s just its little finger?” said Ivy dreamily. “Monsterosaur!” said Bean. “IvyBeanosaur!” said Ivy. “You’re supposed to name them after the person
“What do you have?” “Trail mix,” said Bean. “The kind with chocolate chips.” “Cool. We can eat it while we dig.” “We should be kind of quiet,” Bean added. “I think my dad is still a little grumpy from yesterday.” But he wasn’t. He was standing in the front hall with a big smile on his face. “Hi, girls!” he called out. “How was school? Learn anything good? What’s two plus two? Eight?” Bean giggled. Sometimes her dad was a goofball. “Four,” she said. “Wrong again!” He slapped his head. “You