Ivy and Bean Take Care of the Babysitter (Ivy and Bean, Book 4)
Annie Barrows, Sophie Blackall
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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 Take Care of the Babysitter, the two girls hatch a plan to prove that Bean's big sister is the world's worst babysitter. Of course plans go awry, but fun ensues!
Go!” She threw herself onto the ground. “Earthquake!” she bellowed. “Help!” howled Sophie S. “The volcano is spewing!” Isaiah threw the corn out the top. “Ask the gods for forgiveness!” yelled Ivy. “It’s too late!” shouted Leo, flapping bushes back and forth. “Ohhh nooooo! Here it comes!” hollered Prairie. Sophie W. laughed and turned the hose on full blast. “AAAHH!” screamed the volcano, and water blew out the top of the crater in a gigantic spray. Bean was sopping wet. There was corn in
against the window, thinking. Ivy would come to her rescue if she knew that Bean was imprisoned. Bean was sure of it. Somehow, Bean had to let Ivy know what was going on. Then Ivy could help her escape. Hey! Wait a minute! Bean felt an idea landing in her brain like an airplane. An escape! She was in jail, but maybe she could escape. She had heard of prisoners digging tunnels under their jail cells. Too bad her room was upstairs. If she dug a tunnel, she’d fall right into the kitchen. Then she
THE CEILING There was no reason, Bean told herself, why Nancy should have a good day while she had a bad one. She had been waiting her whole entire life to see the attic. “And besides,” she whispered to Ivy as they tiptoed down the hall, “if there’s nothing up there, how can it be dangerous?” “Exactly,” whispered Ivy. “Where are the stairs?” “There aren’t any stairs,” said Bean. She opened the hall closet. “We go this way.” She closed the door behind them and pointed at the ceiling. “See?”
Bean. She had hoped Nancy would be so glad to see them that she would forget about that. She tried to look sad. “I was scared,” she said in a quavery voice. “That’s your own fault, bozo,” said Nancy firmly. “Get down from there.” Nancy climbed down the ladder into the closet. Ivy edged out of the hole and followed her. Bean rolled over onto her stomach, pulled the door toward her, and set it in its frame as she backed down the rungs of the ladder. Then Nancy noticed the sheets and towels.
is?” “No.” Who knew where it was, by now? Nancy’s eyes got even slittier. “Have you seen it recently?” “Recently?” “Mom! Bean took my yarn!” And before she knew it, Bean was having to look around her room for her money (she changed hiding places so often that it was hard to remember where she kept it, exactly). She had to give Nancy seven dollars to buy new yarn. Seven dollars! Now she only had two dollars and some coins left. And the yarn hadn’t even worked. Bean had fallen out of the tree