Ivy and Bean: Bound to be Bad (Ivy & Bean, Book 5)
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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 Bound to Be Bad the two girls decide to be so good and kind and pure of thought that wild animals will befriend them. When this doesn't work, they decide that perhaps a little badness can be good.
Bean, glancing up. “Me neither,” said Ivy. “Maybe they’re hiding in the trees.” Bean watched her for another moment. “I like birds, too,” she said in a loud voice. “Almost as much as wolves.” She held her hands upward. “How do you do it?” “What?” “Be so good that a bird lands on you?” “You can’t think about yourself. You have to think nice thoughts about other people,” said Ivy. Bean concentrated. She thought, I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad. Even though you’re totally unfair. She thought
about mean people.” “Holy moly, I can’t even think nice thoughts about Nancy, and she’s my sister.” “I’m thinking nice thoughts about Crummy Matt,” Ivy announced. “No way!” said Bean. Crummy Matt was the meanest kid Bean knew. He was so mean he told little kids that chocolate milk was brown because it had poop in it. He was so mean that he kicked kickballs onto the school roof on purpose, so no one else could play with them. He was so mean he threw rocks at cats. “Uh-huh,” said Ivy proudly.
truly think Ivy was a doody head, so that probably wouldn’t count. Bean pulled a leaf off a bush and looked at Ivy. “Bad?” she asked. Ivy shrugged. “Not really. My mom cuts them with clippers.” Okay. She would have to do something worse. She just couldn’t think of anything. “What’s bad?” she asked. “Bad words,” Ivy said instantly. Of course! Bean should have thought of that herself! Just a few days ago she had heard a lot of bad words at the hardware store. Some of them were so bad that she
going to stop me?” she whispered. “Oh! Right!” Ivy said. She clasped her hands together and said, “Bean, I beg you! Stop stealing and eating dessert before lunch and not sharing! You’ve got to get good.” Bean was glad to stop eating candy. “Well, okay, since you put it that way.” “You should give us some to show that you’re reformed,” said Ivy. Bean thought about that. “No. Because it’s stolen, you’d be doing something bad if you ate it. All of you.” “I don’t care if I’m bad or not,” said
stuffing her mother’s welcome mat into her mailbox. Bean looked up and down Pancake Court. What more could she do? The strawberries were squished, her sneakers were gone, she was sick to her stomach from candy, she had spit on Mrs. Trantz’s rose, and she had said the worst word in the world. She was pooped. “These guys are ruining everything,” said Ivy, watching Dino scamper by with another branch. “Ha-ha!” he shouted. “You’re just a good little girl.” “Who asked you?” yelled Bean. “You’re