Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy (Junie B. Jones, No. 12)
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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! There’s going to be a pet day at school, only guess what? No dogs allowed! And that’s the only kind of pet Junie B. has! If Mother and Daddy won’t buy her a new pet, Junie B. will just have to find one on her own. Like maybe a jar of ants. Or a wiggly worm. Or—could it be—something even better?
“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.”
’Cause that woman is a genius, I tell you! 3/The Boss On Saturday, I got out of bed very thrilled. Then I runned to the garage. And I grabbed my daddy’s fishing net. And I zoomed right into the kitchen. Mother was eating cereal. “Mother! Mother! Guess why I have this fishing net! Guess, Mother! Guess! Guess!” I couldn’t wait for her to guess. “’CAUSE TODAY’S THE DAY I’M CATCHING THAT CRAZY OLD RACCOON!” I shouted. Mother closed her eyes. “No, Junie B. No. We already talked about
I never dreamed you would take me seriously.” Just then, my nose started to sniffle. “Yeah, well, you dreamed wrong, Helen,” I said. Grandma Miller hugged me real tight. “Oh, come on now. Don’t cry,” she said. “There are lots of other animals you can catch for Pet Day. Animals that are much nicer than raccoons.” I shook my head real fast. “No, there are not, either, Grandma Miller. You are just saying that to trick me,” I said. Then I stood there and stood there a real long time. ’Cause
tickle me? Will I like it? It won’t bite me, will it, Grandma Miller? Huh? It won’t, right?” Then I closed my eyes real tight. And my grandma opened up my fingers. And she put the surprise right in my hand. 4/Ooey Gooey “EEEW! YUCK! IT’S A WORM! IT’S A WORM! GET IT OFF ME, GRANDMA! GET IT OFF RIGHT NOW!” I yelled. Grandma Miller quick took back the worm. “For heaven’s sake, Junie B. What in the world is the matter with you? It’s just a baby earthworm. Look how teeny he is. This little
how can I even eat stew? ’Cause I am depressed, I tell you,” I said. Just then, someone opened the front door. It was my Grandma Helen Miller. She was bringing the ice chest back. And guess what? There was a giant fish in that thing! My eyes popped out of my head! “Grandma Miller! Grandma Miller! That fish is almost as big as me!” I said real thrilled. Grandma Miller looked proud of herself. “It’s called a largemouth bass,” she said. “He’s a beaut, isn’t he?” “He is, Grandma! He is a
pet jar!” After that, I lifted that big guy right out of the water. Only too bad for me. ’Cause Sparkle fell on the floor. “Oh dear,” I said. “You are a chubby one, Sparkle. And so how will I even get you to school? That’s what I would like to know.” Just then, I saw Tickle’s dog leash. It was hanging over the chair. I danced all around the kitchen. “A leash, Sparkle! A leash is the answer to our problem!” After that, I quick grabbed the leash. And I put it over Sparkle’s head. And I